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Since things
seem a little slow here and I have some
time, I just wanted to give you guys an "update" on
the shy oriental muscle woman that I met a number of
weeks ago in the restaurant. Check my earlier posting
for the background info.! Anyway, I stopped into the
restaurant where she works a few times and each time
she was sleeveless with her muscles proudly on
display. I finally "broke the ice" with her last time
which I will now tell about (a really cool story!!).
By the way, this story is again true and I wouldn't
(or, more correctly, couldn't) make this stuff up.
I'm just not that creative. If I see a female muscle
opportunity, I don't pass it up and have been pretty
lucky (in combination with being really outgoing about
it)! By the way (and before I start), I need to know
if you guys can read the stuff that I post. I still
have problems reading some of the postings on this
board (they sometimes show up "blank") which is a
mystery to me. If most of you can't read my stuff, I
guess that I'll just have to quit posting until and I
figure out the problem!!!
After work last Thursday, I stopped into the
restaurant for a quick dinner. There are only a few
tables in the place and because it was late there was
nobody in there but her and the other woman I
mentioned (both about 2 years younger than me I would
guess). I went in, sat down, and she came over
smiling at me. She said hello and then asked me what
I wanted and I told her. I was wearing a sleeveless
denim shirt and she was also sleeveless. She was
again wearing one of those oriental style shirts with
the high-banded collar and high armholes which showed
off her entire arms and shoulders. As she took the
menu from the table, I watch her right muscle and it
was incredible. It was thick and looked almost like a
lemon although it was not rounded, but was "angular"
and defined with a rock-like appearance. I could only
imagine strength that she possessed in that muscle! A
number of veins were showing very slightly including
one that ran up the center of her muscle onto her
shoulder and through her armhole. I was really cool!
As I stared at her muscle, I noticed that she was also
looking carefully at mine as she had the last few
times (no doubt noticing how much bigger hers was than
mine). Anyway, she smiled and left. Well, in order
to start a conversation, I had brought in with me
(believe it or not), the latest issue of Women's
Physique World that I had (the August 2002 issue with
Marja Lehtonen on the cover) and started looking at
it. After awhile, she came back to bring me a glass
of water and noticed the magazine. I had the magazine
open to a page with a picture of Juliette Bergman on
it flexing her 17 inch muscle (awesome beyond belief).
I saw her look at it and her eyes opened wide as she
stared at it. I then said to her, "Pretty cool, huh,
check it out!" With that, she took the magazine and
sat down at the table to look at it. Obviously, she
had never seen a female bodybuilding magazine before!
She then asked me, "Do you like these women with big
muscle?" (her English was a little broken, but not bad
at all). I answered by telling her that I thought it
they were awesome and that every one of the women in
the magazine clearly had a bigger muscle than mine and
I loved it! She kept looking at the magazine, stared
at my arm, and looked back at the magazine again.
Then, with the hope of getting to see her muscle, I
said, "In fact, I'll bet that your muscle is much
bigger than mine - here, check it out". And, with
that, I raised my arm and made my muscle pop up. It
was really small (there were some mirrored tiles on
the wall across the room and I could see myself) and
looked like a small lump between my elbow and
shoulder. She stared at it with a very curious smile
(as if she had never seen a flexed muscle before) and
I told her to "feel it if you want". I figured that
this might really embarrass her, but decided to do it
anyway. She turned a little red and said nothing to
which I responded, "Go ahead and check it out!!!!"
With that, she very slowly and shyly put her hand on
the muscle and gave it a quick squeeze and then
giggled as she quickly pulled her hand away. She was
smiling all of the time and was clearly having fun.
As she did this, she then said (surprisingly), "You
have a little muscle compared with magazine women!"
and giggled again. Then, I said, "You're right and I
bet that your muscle is even bigger than mine". With
that, she turned slightly red again and said, "Oh, I
don't think so". I answered with a smile and said,
"Let's see what you got - I bet that you can beat me".
I then said, raise your arm like this and make your
muscle "stick up" (showing her how I flexed mine).
She smiled, said "OK, I'll try" and flexed her muscle.
Well, I almost went into shock. From her fairly small
and defined arm rose this big, thick, "rock" of a
muscle which I just couldn't believe. It was amazing
for a woman of her size and had a very sharp peak. It
had a small "split" in it and the tendon that ran from
the rear of the muscle to under her arm was
impressive. Also, as she did this, some very fine
veins branched out over the side of the muscle. I
then told her, "Wow, just look how much bigger your
muscle is than mine" and I flexed next to her arm.
The size difference between our muscles was remarkable
and she loved it! I then asked her if she "would like
it if it was bigger". She smiled and said "Yes!" and
I told her that she could "pump up her muscle to make
it bigger". I showed her how to pump her flex and,
with a big smile (she was totally fascinated at this
point), she went over to the mirrored tiles on the
wall and started pumping (I just couldn't believe it -
it was so cool). She stood there pumping the muscle
and it really got bigger and thicker as she did this
(at least it appeared that way to me). As I watched
the muscle pumping up and down in that neat oriental
sleeveless shirt of hers, I was in awe - it was so
cool. I was dying to feel it but felt that she might
be too shy. She then came back to the table and the
difference in size between her right muscle (pumped)
and the left muscle (unpumped) was fascinating. I
told her to look back in the mirror and compare her
right and left arms. She did and gasped when she saw
the difference. Then, the other woman she worked with
came over and asked what was going on with a smile.
The first woman said, "Look, I have bigger muscle than
him - See!" With that she showed her muscle again,
and I also showed mine. The other woman look stunned
and couldn't believe it! I then told her that, "I
wish I could have a muscle like yours" and she blushed
again. I then saw another opportunity and said, "I'll
bet that your muscle is stronger than mine, too" and I
asked her if she wanted to try and armwrestle. She
didn't know what I meant at first, but when I showed
her, she smiled and said that she knew what this was
and had watched it on TV. She asked the other girl
"Should I?" and the girl smiled and nodded. We then
put our arms on the table, grasped each other's hands
and at the count of "3" went at it. This had to be
one of the best matches that I have ever had. I
immediately started pushing her arm down since she had
no experience at armwrestling and also probably didn't
know how much power she had in her muscle. Once this
happened, she realized that she was losing and pushed
back with incredible force. I watched her muscle as
she did this and it made a strange "twisting" motion
and bunched up in a thick ball. We held this position
for what seemed like forever and as soon as I saw her
muscle relax slightly, I pushed back. However, she
pushed back against me and her muscle knotted up
again. I knew from the odd shape and size of the
muscle that it was very strong and could probably hurt
my arm if she wanted it to. She continued to push and
I couldn't hold on and lost!!! She jumped up and
smiled (but didn't "crow" about it most likely to
avoid "hurting" my ego). My muscle was twitching
slightly from the strain (it always does this) and she
noticed this. She then asked if my muscle was "hurt".
I laughed and told her that it was doing this because
it was weak and that her muscle wasn't twitching
because it was strong!! My dinner was ready at that
time so she went and got it for me. After I ate, I
told her that she was really cool and that she could
keep the magazine. She thanked me for this and told
me to be sure and come back!!!! (I will). I told her
that I would come back for a "rematch" and, since it
was getting late, I left. But, the coolest thing was
that (and this is no lie), as I got in my car, I
looked through the window of the restaurant (it was
still empty except for her and the other girl) and saw
her standing next to the mirrored tiles pumping up her
muscle again. Even cooler was the fact that the other
girl had taken off her jacket (she was sleeveless,
too) and was also pumping her muscle. They then
stopped to feel each other's muscles, looked at the
magazine and started pumping again. Believe it or not
(and this is the absolute truth), they were still
pumping as I left and I was dying to go back but it
was too late. Anyway, I think that I created two new
female bodybuilding fans that nite! That was it and I
thought that you guys might be interested is this
interesting encounter! I think I need to go back
again and bring a dumbbell of something to see just
how strong these women really are!!!!! Any other
suggestions???? For comments and questions, feel free
to E-mail me at [email protected] or post ‘em here
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