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Now that the
forum is working, I have an absolutely true female muscle story to tell about
"fishing" which I hope most will find interesting. A few years back
when I lived on the west coast, some friends talked me into going out on a
boat into the ocean to go fishing. Although I was not exactly thrilled about
it, I went along for a few laughs. For the life of me, I'm having a
"mental block" as to the kind of fish we went out for, but they
were big! (The name is escaping me!). Anyway, I showed up in the morning and
my friends were there, along with an attractive girl that I did not know who
was a "friend of a friend". The weather was a little cool in the
morning and we all wore light jackets anticipating that we would be able to
take them off later when it got warm. This girl seemed interesting and as we
got on the boat, I noticed something that caught my eye. While she was wearing
a jacket with some kind of shirt on underneath, she had shorts on. Even
though this girl was probably a year or two younger than me (maybe about 17
or 18), her legs were awesome and about twice as thick as mine. She had quads
that seemed to "hang" over her knee (you know what I mean) which
bulged each time she walked. Her calves were great too and stuck way out with
the least little effort. Pretty amazing considering her age and the fact that
she was not that tall. Anyway, I'm sure that she caught me looking a few
times, but oh well! When we got on the boat we all talked a little but didn't
say much (too early in the morning), but by afternoon, it got fairly warm and
things loosened up. I stood next to her and talked casually with her about a
number of things and continued to fish (nobody caught anything yet). By about
11:00, it was warm enough to take off our jackets and I did. I had
decided to go sleeveless that day (as usual) and was wearing a sleeveless
denim muscle shirt. Again as I said before, my arms are admittedly fairly
small but going sleeveless with small arms for a guy can make it a heck of a
lot easier to get a woman interested in an armwrestling match if she knows
that she has a chance to win! Anyway, I took off my jacket and she looked at
me for a minute (especially my arms). She then said, "That's a good
idea, it's getting warm" so she took off her jacket too. I noticed that
she was smiling a little when she did this which soon because understandable.
She was also wearing a sleeveless denim muscle shirt identical to mine but,
WOW, what arms!!!! Her muscle had to be at least 2 - 3 inches bigger than
mine and was really defined and thick. A small vein ran up across it and
branched off in the middle (even when in this "relaxed" mode) and
was really cool. Her forearms had a lot of veins in them too and her
shoulders - I'm not quite sure how they fit through the armholes of that
shirt of hers. The word "muscle shirt" certainly fit her much
better than it did me! I just knew that she was proud of her muscle which is
why she took off that shirt and smiled the way she did. Anyway, after taking
off her jacket, she remarked, "I guess that we both have the same good
taste in clothes, huh". I quietly said yes, still somewhat in awe of her
arms. As we fished, I realized that the "poles" which we were using
were really pretty heavy (at least for me) and when I went to reel the line
in each time, it was somewhat hard (the darn reel didn't seem to work very
smoothly). However, she had no trouble at all with it and, admittedly, I was
a little jealous. She saw me struggling with it and asked to take a look,
saying that maybe the line was caught or twisted somewhere. However, it was
not and she reeled it in with almost no effort or hesitation at all! She then
told me that I just had to "put a little more muscle into it", with
emphasis on the word "muscle". As she handled that rod/reel (which
again was fairly heavy), I could not stop watching her muscle twist and flex,
especially when she would turn her wrist and palm upward which made the
muscle pump way outward - was it cool. At one time, one of the other girls
came over, saw us both wearing sleeveless and jokingly said, "What are
you two - twins? Oh, I guess not looking at those arms of hers" while she
felt the girl's arm. I took it all in stride since I was still mesmerized by
that muscle of hers. We all caught only about 1 each of those large fish
(really large), but the real interesting event took place when I caught one.
That darn thing (whatever it was) was so big that I could hardly reel it in.
She was watching me (everyone else was on the other side of the boat) along
with that other girl I mentioned above. As I struggled to get the thing into
the boat, she came up to me and said "Let me do it, it's going to get
away". Since she had done this before (and had bigger muscles than
mine), she felt confident in "taking over". With that, she hoisted
it over the side into the net better than I could have done because of her
bigger muscle size and strength. But as she did this, I could not stop
watching her muscle grow and bulge - what a show. The other girl came over
and felt the girl's muscle again and said that she sure wished that she could
"have a muscle" like hers. After we finished, she said that "I
hope that I did not embarrass you" and told her absolutely not since she
knew more about "landing a fish" that I did (having done it
before). I also told her that, "You sure have a great muscle there and
I'm sure that you did much better than I could have done as far as bringing
that thing into the boat". She just smiled and said "thanks".
After the trip was over and everybody was going home, I asked her if she
wanted to go grab a quick sandwich or something. She said "sure"
and we went to a small restaurant down the street. We sat in a booth at the
back of the restaurant (nobody was there at the time since it was so late in
the afternoon). When we both walked in wearing our sleeveless muscle shirts,
the waitress gave us a long confused look. She probably was puzzled over
seeing a guy and girl, with the girl looking younger but having much bigger
muscles than the guy (which was exactly the situation). When we sat down, I
asked her how she got such a big muscle and said that I thought that it
looked incredibly attractive. She responded by saying that she had noticed my
interest and appreciated the complement since many men didn't like muscular
women. She told me (as I have been told by many muscle women) that she had
started lifting with her brother's weights a few years ago and really loved
it - her brother hated it). As a result, she said, she got stronger than him
and a lot of his friends, even though they were a year or so older and loved
it and the look! I then asked her (jokingly) if she thought that her muscle was
bigger than mine and I flexed my muscle for her. She then said, "Oh I
think that they are about the same" in order to not "hurt" my
feelings. But she knew better! With that, she flexed and that muscle of hers
grew into a defined mass which, as I noted before, had to have been about 2 -
3 inches bigger than mine with better definition. She also had a really high
peak which gave it a really powerful look. I then told her that with a muscle
like hers, she could probably get it to be even bigger if she pumped it a few
times. She then said, "Do you think so? (she was thoroughly proud of
herself and enjoying showing off) and pumped her muscle about 7 or 8 times as
I watched and it actually did get a little bigger! What a show! Then, to make
everything complete, she told me (not asked me) to "feel it" as she
flexed. I put my hand on that soft skin of hers and as she bent her arm, I
could feel the muscle expanding and growing rock hard (no lie!) and I took
the opportunity to feel the muscle from one end to the other and I then felt
her peak (after all, she did tell me to feel it!) I didn't realize that the
waitress had been watching this and had come over to give us the check. She
then made a great remark: "That's some muscle there, girl, you should
armwrestle him to see who pays". I then looked at her and said "How
about it!". She hesitated at first and then said, "why not if you
are cool with it". With that, we put our arms on the table and went at
it. The waitress and a friend watched. My arm (and small muscle) were
starting to shake, but no movement from her! Right away, I saw that muscle of
hers start to swell and I knew that I was finished. Her shoulder bulged out
too and, again, I don't know how she could even fit it through the armhole of
her muscle shirt. My arm was then slammed onto the table and that was it. Her
arm was pumped to the max and looked great. The waitress then felt the girl's
muscle and said to me, "let's see yours again". I flexed for her
and she exclaimed, "She has a way-bigger muscle than you - You had
better not make that girl mad." With that, we left and it was really a
fun experience. I moved away shortly after that and never saw her again, but
I often wonder what she looks like now (hopefully after a few more years of
lifting!!). Again, this is an absolutely true story (I don't have the
imagination to make something like this up) and have a few more to give soon.
Any feedback would be appreciated!
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