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Somebody
recently asked me about the oriental muscle girl and I recently met in a
restaurant and whether I could get a photo of her. I would love to get a
photo of her (I don't have a digital camera but might be able to borrow one)
but that is easier said than done! She had told me to call her
"Sue" and she is still incredibly shy and not used to showing her
muscle but she is getting better (and seems to actually like flexing her
muscle, but is still quite "modest" about it). I did go back there
a few days ago and I sense that she is proud of her muscle and especially
fascinated with the fact that hers is bigger than mine. I will now tell you
about it, but have a comment to make first. Someone recently suggested that
this story might not be entirely true. Well, anyone reading my stuff can make
their own decision but, in reality, everything that I post here is entirely
true. While it may seem like I come in contact with many musclewomen, it
really happens very seldom as they are pretty darn rare as everyone knows. I
may meet one one one day and then not meet another for 6 months! This is why
my stories are posted with large "gaps" in time between them!!
Anyway, when they happen, I try to post 'em and hope that you all appreciate
them. Also, I am very outgoing when I meet a musclewoman and usually they
like this and are anxious to show that they are superior! Any, back to to
story, when I went back to the restaurant, she greeted me with a smile and
obviously had something she wanted to tell me. She was wearing white
sleeveless dress shirt with a collar and I was wearing a very similar shirt
except that it was dark brown (sleeveless, of course so she could see my
muscle and compare it with hers!) Since it was fairly late and nobody was in
the restaurant (about 9 PM) she sat down and talked with me (she
was getting much more friendly and open but still very shy). She was all
excited and told me that "I wear sleeveless all the time like you"
and because of that, he brother noticed her large muscle for the first time a
few days ago. Her brother, she said, was two years older than her and said
that her muscle was getting to look "weird". She told him that he
was just "jealous" and that she bet that her muscle was bigger and
stronger than his. He laughed and didn't believe her. She then told him that
she had a bigger muscle than a "guy-friend" that she knew (me) and
could beat me at armwrestling. He laughed again and then she challenged him
to a match! He had always teased her when they were younger and couldn't
resist a chance to try and beat her (so that he could tease her some more).
She didn't get into all the details of it, but said that before the match,
she told him to go "put on sleeveless" and he went and put on a
sleeveless muscle shirt. Again, this is all true - I'm telling it to you just
as she told it to me. After they sat down at a table, she said, "I first
pump up my muscle like my guy-friend told me to make it big and strong".
I was amazed at this story and just sat there in awe listening. She then told
me that she pumped her muscle about 30 times as I had taught her and then
flexed hard for him saying, "Look how big my muscle is - now let's see
yours". With that, she said that her brother was shocked and didn't even
answer her. She then said, "I bet I have bigger muscle than you and I
will beat you now". They then had the match and she told me that her
brother couldn't take his eyes off her muscle as it "pushed up"
during the match. The result of the match was that she beat him pretty
quickly and he was so furious that he stormed away without saying anything
except for a "bad word" which she didn't go into!! I congratulated
her and said, "Let's see the muscle that beat your brother"! With
that, she smiled broadly and said, "I first pump up as you teach me to
make muscle big". (This is how she really spoke and, for not being in
the US too long, her English was really
quite good - she was quite smart). With that, she went over to the mirrored
tiles on the wall near the front of the restaurant began pumping her muscle
(she really liked this and the results that it produced). As I sat there
watching (!), her muscle got (at least it appeared to me) bigger, thicker and
harder. The other girl that I mentioned last time came over (it turns out
that it was Sue's sister - a year old than her) and I heard Sue say to her,
"I pump up muscle - watch" and the two them talked and watched her
muscle bulge up and down. The other girl then smiled and told me that I made
her sister "muscle crazy" and that "she go sleeveless all the
time and always pumping muscle up"! With that Sue than came over and
said, "Look at muscle now - pretty big". She then flexed for me and
I almost fell off the chair - her muscle was incredible! I wasn't round like
you might expect from a woman but was rock-like and powerful with a great
peak in the center and a thick vein that ran over it. She then straightened
her arm out and flexed again right in my face, with the muscle thickening and
rising up into a big mass. As she did this, she said, "You make muscle,
too and we compare?". With that, I flexed for her and asked her sister
to judge which muscle was the biggest (I knew what the outcome was, of
course). As I flexed, I saw a "competitive" element come out in her
since, about a second into my flex, she flexed even harder (her fist shook a
little) to be sure that she beat me. It was no contest and her sister laughed
and said, "My sister have much bigger muscle - you better be scared of
her". With that we all laughed and both of the girls sat down at my
table. Sue then told me that she had been doing lots of "exercises"
(I wasn't sure what she meant), but whatever it was seemed to be working
since her shirt looked really tight around the armholes (compared with mine
which was loose). I told her that, "Pretty soon your muscles won't fit
through those armholes of your shirt"! She looked down at her muscle,
tugged on one of the armholes, and said to me, "You are right, maybe we
should trade shirts"? (she was joking, of course). I then told Sue that
I bet that her muscle felt hard as a rock (hoping that she would ask me to
feel it, but she turned slightly red and just looked down with a shy smile).
I then turned to her sister and asked to see her muscle. She took off her
jacket (she was also sleeveless) and said, "I pump up first" and
started to pump her muscle. Her muscle was really respectable (although not
as big as Sue's) and as she did this, she said "Don't you want to pump
up to beat me"? I then said, "Sure" and pumped my muscle
(knowing that it wouldn't make any difference). We then flexed next to each
other and, honestly, she beat me by about a half-inch!! She broadly smiled
and said, "I beat him! I win!". With that they both sat down again
and Sue asked me, "It not bother you that two girls have bigger muscle
than you"? I then told them absolutely not and that I loved it when
women were bigger, stronger, and more muscular than I was. In fact, I told
them that I went sleeveless all the time to show them that I have a small
muscle and to send a "signal" to them that they can "outmuscle"
me". They laughed and further said, "You go sleeveless always -
even when cold outside and even in fancy restaurant"? I told them that I
didn't even own a shirt with sleeves and hadn't worn one for at least five
years. The cold didn't bother me (it doesn't get very cold here) and, the one
or two times that I had gone to a "fancy" restaurant, I wore a
sleeveless shirt similar to hers and had no problems (I got a few
"looks" but one time actually got a compliment from the waittress!
who said "Nice arms!"). I then said that I had to go (I was done
with my dinner) but asked if she would armwrestle me again. She smiled and
said, "But I win last time - you want to do again"? I told her that
I felt "strong" tonight. She smiled and stated, "I beat my brother
and he has a bigger muscle than you, so I can beat you too - do you still
want to try?" I said, "Sure" and we gripped hands at my table.
She was getting much better at this and her grip was really strong. Also, she
gave a few small flexes of her muscle as we positioned our arms on the table
as if to give me a "signal" of her superior strength. Her sister
then counted to "3" and we began. This time, she did not fool
around and every time my muscle moved up a little, she made her muscle move
up more to demonstrate her superiority. Then (and this surprised me), she
gave a small yell and with that, her muscle pushed way up and towered over
mine. As it did this, it twisted slightly to the right and her vein kind of
"bunched up" (it's hard to explain). I then felt my hand being
pushed down even though I was giving my maximum effort. While this was going
on, I again thought to myself how amazing it was that this young woman's
muscle was so much bigger and more powerful than mine. She then slammed my
arm to the table and smiled but didn't say anything except "Sorry".
I laughed and told her that she beat me "fair and square" and
should be proud of being stronger that a male. With that, she thanked me and
said that she looked forward to seeing me again soon. It was another cool
experience and I hope that you guys like to hear about it. E-mail me with any
comments at [email protected] or post them here. Finally, as far as a
picture is concerned, I still think that she is far too shy for this - she is
still somewhat embarrassed to even flex for me. Anyway, maybe as time
progresses, she might consider it....any suggestions would be welcome!
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