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I've had
quite a few interesting female muscle
experiences in the past month or two and I just
thought that I would now start to post some of them.
This posting involves the "library muscle woman" that
I told about a while ago - a number of weeks ago, I
went back to the library and saw her again. While I
needed to find a particular book, I have to admit that
part of my reason for going back was to possibly see
(and maybe feel) that thick and powerful muscle of
hers again since she seemed so receptive to my
interest last time. She also appeared to be anxious
to meet (and talk) with a guy who appreciated and
respected her muscle development (and who also had a
weaker and smaller muscle than her!) Anyway, I went
there at about 11:00 in the morning on a Saturday
hoping to see her. I wanted to wear something that
would hopefully start some muscle-talk so I put on
another one of those sleeveless turtleneck muscle
sweaters that they starting selling for guys last year
since I knew that she liked them and seemed to always
wear them herself. Also, the weather here is warm all
year
round here so I knew that it was likely that she would be
wearing something sleeveless, too. When I went into
the library, I didn't see her at first, but then when
I walked around the corner I spotted her with an
armload of books that she was reshelving. As I had
hoped she was also wearing a sleeveless muscle
turtleneck almost identical to mine (even the same
color) with very "high" armholes that exposed her
entire shoulders and part of her pecs. She did not
notice me and I watched with amazement as her muscles
moved and contracted while she reshelved the books.
I
watched her pick up a large encyclopedia-like book
from a library table with one arm and it was amazing.
Honestly, her forearm (flexed) looked to be as big as
my bicep muscle (flexed), with her bicep muscle being
really large and very defined (more so than I had
remembered from last time). The muscle pushed way out
when she lifted that book and I could only imagine how
much power that muscle could produce. Her pecs were
huge too as I watched them pump and swell as she moved
those heavy books around. The armholes in her muscle
sweater were "high" enough so that you could see a
large amount of her pecs near her shoulders which
(from what I could see) resembled large slabs of
muscle. I'm not making this up - this women had
obviously pumped some serious iron and it showed. As a
bonus, she also had some major vein development on her
arms as I will describe below - probably as much as I
have seen on a woman (other than the pro female
bodybuilders that you see in the magazines). She even
had a small vein which did not just run up and over
her muscle as it usually does, but actually also
branched out to the side of her arm and up her
shoulder muscle. At this point, I was dying to feel
that muscle while it was still pumped and to
armwrestle her to test my muscle strength against hers
(which I knew would be no contest!).
She then turned around, spotted me, and smiled. I
then went over to her and she said (noticing our
identical muscle shirts), "Boy you have some great
taste in clothes - I guess that both of us like
showing off our muscles". I then smiled back and said
spontaneously, "Yeah, how do I look" and flexed my
muscle for her. She put her hand on it as I did this
and (to my surprise), really felt it all over,
squeezing fairly gently since my muscle is pretty
small and not very hard as I have said in the past.
She then said, "You're getting almost as big as me"
and flexed her right arm next to mine. I could not
believe it, her muscle truly rivaled that of a
weight-trained male of her size and weight and had a
very high peak. When I put my hand on the muscle, she
tightened it up even more and it pushed into the palm
of my hand which surprised me for a minute. It was
very warm to the touch and felt awesome. We then both
flexed two more times and then I noticed that half of
the library was looking at us and our "muscle
comparison". One girl clapped silently, came over
and said to her, "You go, girl, keeping on pumping so
that you get even bigger than him!!!!" We all laughed
and then she and I sat down for a minute at one of the
tables. She told me that my encouraging and admiring
words about her muscle development from last time had
caused her to change her attitude about how she
dressed (she had always "covered up" in the past) and
now (thanks mostly to me - so she said), she went
sleeveless all of the time to "prove" to the guys what
she was able to accomplish. She also told me that I
was the first guy to really show an interest in the
size and strength of her muscles and that she really
appreciated it. As we talked, she kept smiling at me
and (even though she was about 8 - 9 years older than
me) she looked very young. Then, I noticed another one
of those encyclopedias sitting on the table in front
of us and I attempted to pick it up with one arm as we
were talking just to see if I could do it. My muscle
strained and shook as I attempted to "curl" the book.
She got silent and just watched. Because my muscle
just did not have the strength and size to do it, she
put her hand under mine and pushed up to "help" me do
it. As she did this, the peak of her muscle bulged
out and that book felt as light as air. She then took
the book from my hand and curled it about 5 times with
virtually no effort (obviously to show me the strength
of her muscle which I touched with my index finger as
it expanded and contracted). As she did this, she
smiled and said "You know, we're not really the
‘weaker' sex anymore!" This woman probably had twice
the power that I had and she knew it (and loved it!).
She then said, "I hope that you didn't mind, but I
just wanted to give you a hand". I said, "No, that's
great - when I get a muscle like yours, hopefully, I
won't need any help but until then - you can help all
you want!!"
By then, it was lunch time and (to my surprise), she
asked me if I would like to go get some lunch with her
since she had an hour with nothing to do. I told her,
"Sure" (and hoped that maybe I could even get her to
armwrestle if the opportunity arose). We walked
down
to a lunch stand with outside tables and both bought a
sandwich. We then sat down, ate, and talked. It was
pretty interesting because she kept "doing" stuff for
me like when we both got some drinks in bottles with
screw caps, she said, "This is pretty tight, let me
open it" and did so. Also, when we found a table to
sit at (outside), there were no chairs and all that
was there was a heavy bench. As I went to move it (it
weighed a lot), she said, "That's pretty heavy, I'll
get it". Her muscles thickened, twisted, and
pumped-up incredibly when she did this. Because I was
sleeveless and she saw my small muscle, she felt that
I was not strong enough to do this stuff and just
wanted to help. All of these acts really resulted in
an interesting sort of "gender-role reversal" since
she was CLEARLY the biggest and strongest of the two
us with much a bigger muscle. After we ate, I
"flat-out" asked to see her muscle again. She smiled
and "sure, check it out and feel it". She
then put
her arm on the table and flexed for me over and over
again (no lie!). I put my hand on the muscle and it
was incredible. As usual, I felt the muscle all over
as she pumped her flex. The center of the muscle was
hard as rock and you could feel all of the fibers
shifting and moving under her skin. She had a very
"high" muscle which pulled back far from her elbow and
thickened up into a very large mass (probably at least
2 - 3 inches bigger than mine). She had large tendons
at the front and rear of the muscle which were very
prominent. At the top of her flex, she would "pulse"
the muscle to make it "pop" up which was truly
awesome. She then said, "Check this out - guys
usually think that this is gross, but let's see what
you think!" With that, she put the palm of her hand
under the table and pushed up as hard as she could
against the table. As she did this, her muscle bulged
way, way out (incredible) and you could almost see the
entire bicep muscle as "separate" from the rest of her
arm (she was that developed and defined). But the
real thing that she wanted me to see was her vein
development. While she did this, she said, "Check the
veins!!!" (She actually said this!) It was really
incredible - all of these veins were sticking out from
the strain, with the "main" vein running up her muscle
being about twice as thick as before. As she pumped
the muscle, her veins pulsed in and out - it was truly
amazing. I put my finger on the large vein running up
her muscle and ran my finger along it - it was really
cool. It then told her that I thought it was awesome
and that most guys would kill to have muscle and vein
development like that. I told her that, in addition
to the powerful appearance that those veins created,
she obviously needed those big veins to feed her
massive muscle. She told me that, when the veins
started to appear, she asked her doctor about them
(also a female bodybuilder-type) who said the same
thing - that her muscle was growing so large that it
needed a bigger supply of blood to feed it which
resulted in the vein development. All I know is that
it looked unreal. She then said, "Now its your
turn -
flex for me" - and I put my arm on the table and did
so. She told me to pump my flex and she felt my small
muscle all over from one end to the other. She then
said "Cool!" (knowing that she had a much
bigger
muscle than mind) and let go. She also told me that
she thought men with small muscles that go sleeveless
were "sexy" and that I should never wear anything with
sleeves! I told her that I never do and don't even
own a shirt with sleeves. She thought
that was really cool and gave me a big smile. Finally,
I said, "let's test that big muscle of yours and see
how strong it really is - male v. female!". With
that, I put my arm on the table and asked her to
armwrestle. She laughed and said "Don't get
mad if I
win" and then gripped my hand. We then started and I
tried to move her arm but nothing happened. Then she
momentarily let me pull her arm back and jokingly
said, "Oh-Oh, I can't let that happen" and she
tightened up her muscle which got thicker and thicker
as she pumped my arm down to the table. As this
happened and our forearms were close together, I
noticed how much bigger her forearm was than mine (and
my bicep muscle). She kept moving her hand back and forth
(almost playing with me) as her muscle went up and down.
The match then ended as my hand was
slammed to the table and that was it. We got quite a
few "looks" from people walking back to the library
with our identical muscle sweaters and her having much
larger and more powerful muscle development that me.
It was a great lunch and she asked me if I would like
to do it again some time and I said "Yes! Sounds like
fun". Then told me how much she appreciated being
with guys would liked female muscle and looked forward
to seeing me again. I haven't dated too many "older"
women before, but this could be interesting. As
always, this story is totally true and, if interest
continues to exist, I have other stories to tell.
Comments are always welcome. Also, if you think that
these stories are too long, let me know and I will
shorten them up as best I can.
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