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Things have
been pretty quiet on the female muscle
scene lately. While I get involved in a few
interesting events from time to time, they are few and
far between! Anyway, however, I do have a true story
that you guys might be interested in. Last weekend, I
had a pretty cool muscle experience which I will now
tell you about. If you guys remember, one of the
first stories that I ever posted here involved an
older woman (in her late 60s) with pretty incredible
muscle development that I met in a thrift store that I
used to buy stuff at. She worked there and I used to
armwrestle her, compare muscles, etc. since she was
really "into" it. She had started bodybuilding at
around 62 (!) and had packed on some pretty amazing
muscle for her age (or any age for that matter),
especially on her arms (which were much bigger and
stronger than mine as I will explain below)! Anyway,
I was running some errands and realized that I was in
the neighborhood of that store and decided to go in
there and check it out (I hadn't been there for about
a year and a half). So, I went in and there she was!
For a second or two, she didn't recognize me. To jog
her memory, I said "Hello" and, without saying
anything else, raised my arm and flexed my muscle for
her (I'm really outgoing about this stuff as you all
know). Since I was sleeveless, she saw my small muscle
and that's all it took for her to remember! She
immediately smiled and said, "It's been a long time
Sleeveless - how's it going!!" She then told me that
she "remembered that muscle of mine" and the
"flex-off" that we had the last time (which I lost, of
course). She was wearing a white sleeveless cotton
shirt with a collar which showed off her amazing
muscles. They were even bigger than I had remembered
and she had a great tan, too. I then told her that her
muscles looked incredible and that, obviously, she was
still lifting. She smiled again and told me that she
was. She also asked if I still wore only sleeveless
stuff since she had a bunch in the back. I told her
that I didn't wear anything else and did not even own
a shirt with sleeves any more. She thought that was
really cool and went in the back to get some of the
shirts. She came back with three of the shirts and I
told her that I would buy them. One of them was
identical to hers (even the same size and brand) and I
thought that I would try it on (to maybe precipitate
an armwrestling match). I changed into the shirt
and,
while I was in the dressing room, I heard her say,
"Come on out and let's see how you look". I came out
and she smiled and told me that I looked cool in it
and that she liked guys with small arms like mine. I
then said, "Well, check out this muscle and see what
you think". With that, I flexed my muscle for her and
she felt it all over. Again, my muscle is small and
she noticed it, but said that the shirt still looked
cool on me. I then told her that, now that she had
felt my muscle, I was entitled to an armwrestling
match. She said "Yeah, lets do it!" (we
had done this
before). We then put our arms on a table by the cash
register and went at it! What I saw really impressed
me - As she began to apply force, I watched her muscle
thicken and begin to rise. She was very lean and the
peak of her muscle was very point-like. I was dying
to touch it, but was concentrating on the match. I
thought that her muscle-peak was going to tear through
her skin, it looked that powerful. She had a cool
looking vein on the muscle which ran back and forth
across it like a large "S". I could clearly see the
vein thicken as her muscle grew larger from the
strain. She then slammed my arm to the table and I
congratulated her. I told her that she had a
beautiful muscle and asked if I could see it. She
smiled and said "Sure"! (she was really
into this
which was cool). She then raised her arm and pumped
her flex hard for me. I asked her if I could feel it
and she held her flex for me. I felt the muscle all
over, especially the point at the top which was really
cool. I squeezed the muscle from the sides and it
didn't even push in (I squeezed it really hard, too
which she noticed as I will explain below). As I
squeezed it, she tightened her flex to keep the muscle
rock-hard which she was able to do. I then took my
index finger and pushed down fairly hard on the
"point" of her muscle (her muscle peak). She smiled
and pulled her fist back which hardened her peak and
made it push up even higher. I told her to keep
pushing back with her fist to see how high she could
peak her muscle and she did so with a smile. She was
loving it (having a guy more than 40 years younger
than her admire her) and she let me feel and explore
the muscle all over. I was truly amazed that a woman
of that age could have such a muscle. I told her that
I wished we could "trade muscles" and she laughed. I
then jokingly asked her how she could get her
muscle-peak through the small armhole of her shirt and
she said, "Check this out" - She then pulled the
armhole of the shirt (with the shirt being fairly
loose-fitting and large) down over her muscle and
flexed very, very slowly. It was fascinating to watch
the muscle slowly expand and change shape as she
flexed. As the muscle very slowly flexed (and this
was really cool), she all of a sudden gave a hard
"pulse" to the muscle and the point on top popped up
almost out of nowhere. The armhole got tight around
her muscle-peak, but slipped off for a moment. She
then slightly relaxed the muscle, and dropped her peak
so that she could reposition her armhole over it. She
then made the peak of her muscle rise against the
armhole and it got incredibly tight against it. She
held it there for me to look at and I tried to put my
finger between the armhole and her flexed muscle-peak,
but it was so tight that I couldn't. She then relaxed
her muscle and told me to put my finger between the
muscle and the armhole of her shirt (This is all
amazing but true!!). As soon as I did, she flexed the
muscle hard and my finger got pinched between the
muscle and the armhole so tight that I couldn't pull
it out! She then started pumping the muscle (with my
finger still caught) and as her muscle pumped up and
grew larger (it really did), my finger really began to
hurt as it was being pinched. I told her "You win! -
Your muscle is hurting me!!" and she smiled and
stopped. I was absolutely sure that if she would have
flexed hard enough, her rock-hard muscle-peak could
have torn that shirt (or at least stretched it pretty
good)! I didn't ask her to try it but that would have
been really cool - Maybe next time I should offer to
pay for her shirt if she could give it a shot - she
has a very strong muscle and it would be totally cool
to see if she could do it. She told me with a smile
that she would try to keep the muscle relaxed when she
put the shirt on so that it wouldn't get "caught" but
that sometimes, it "had a mind of its own" and just
would stick out (she was kidding of course). I then
tried the same thing - I pulled the armhole on my
shirt down and flexed hard. However, since my muscle
is small it didn't "catch" on the armhole and it was
clear that her muscle was much bigger than mine (since
we had on identical shirts with the same
armhole-size). While I had the muscle flexed, she
asked to feel it again, and squeezed the sides of it
as I had done to her (she was getting kind of "cocky"
at this point). Here she was in her 60s with a
bigger, thicker, more-peaked, and more powerful muscle
than a guy in his 20s. She squeezed the muscle really
hard (like I did to her) and I tried to pump up the
muscle to resist her grip, but no luck. She pushed
the sides of the muscle in (which hurt) and I could
see her fingers move into the muscle. I then made the
muscle relax to show her that I "gave up"! Her
muscle was so much harder than mine - It was amazing.
I told her that I had always wanted a hard muscle
(like hers) but just could not develop one.
Anyway, she was having a good time (she was really
into this stuff) and we spent another 15 - 20 minutes
discussing her muscles and how developed she had
become (compared to me). As we were talking, she
stopped for a moment, went behind a counter over by
the door and pulled out a dumbbell which was next to
the counter that was for sale in the store (along with
a lot of other used "stuff"). She then told me an
interesting story. Often, a young guy would come in
and look at the dumbbell in order to possibly buy it.
When this happened (and especially if the guy was
sleeveless with small arms), she would tell the guy,
"You should buy this - you can really develop your
muscle with it". After saying this, she would pump
the weight a number of times and when the guys saw her
muscle pump up, most of them were so intimidated, that
they would leave!!! The dumbbell weighed 30 pounds
(plus the bar, I guess) and with a smile she said,
"Since we are testing each other's muscles today, lets
see how many reps you can do". I told her that would
be cool (hoping to see her muscle in action) and, in
turn, she told me to sit on one of the chairs next to
the counter with my elbow resting on the inside of my
right knee. She then told me to curl the weight as
many times as I could. I gripped the weight and, to
me, it seemed fairly heavy. As I have said before, my
muscle is pretty small and does not have much
thickness to it. As I lifted the weight, it started
to get really heavy after the first few reps and the
muscle really began to struggle which was easy to see
since I was sleeveless. She was really studying my
muscle as I lifted and remarked with a smile how cool
it was to watch my muscle work and that it was
interesting to see it struggle against the weight.
Since we were both into muscles, I told her that she
could feel it as it worked if she wanted to (which she
did). It was cool having her feel my muscle as it
flexed against the weight, but after about 7 reps, my
muscle was really losing strength. I got to about ten
reps and couldn't handle any more. As I struggled to
lift the weight the tenth time, she told me that my
muscle wasn't even expanding any more and she "helped"
me lift the last one. As I made the last rep, my
muscle started quivering (which it often does) and she
thought that this was "cool". I then stopped and I
could barely lift my arm (my muscle was also twitching
a little and we both watched it for awhile). Anyway,
she told me that she was a little surprised since, for
a guy, she thought that I should be able to do more
reps. She then told me with a slight smile that even
her 16 year old granddaughter (who she was training in
the gym on the weekends) could do 12 reps! I asked her
how big a muscle her granddaughter had and she said
that she wasn't sure exactly, but asked me to flex my
muscle so that she could "compare" them in her mind.
As I flexed, she studied the muscle and told me that
she was "absolutely sure" that her granddaughter's
muscle was about 1/2 inch bigger than mine and she was
actually developing a peak! She then told me to pull
my arm back as hard as I could to see if I could
produce a peak, too. I tried, but my muscle just
couldn't produce one. She then put her arm up and
made her peak pop up again which was awesome (her
muscle was almost "pointed")!!
After that, she then said that "Now it's my turn".
With that, she hoisted the weight and began pumping
it. It was really amazing and she got through 10 reps
without even struggling. Here was this older woman
pumping up this large muscle (at least compared to
mine) and blowing me away in a strength contest. I
was amazed at the size and thickness of this woman's
muscle as it worked against the weight. I watched the
muscle heave and flex against the weight and her veins
began showing. Her muscle peak kept popping up as she
pumped it and I asked her if I could feel it as it
worked. She said "Sure - go for it" and I did. I
squeezed the muscle all over (gently since I did not
want to "interrupt" it as it was working) and gently
pulled on the tendons at the front and rear of the
muscle as it contracted and expanded. As blood flowed
into the muscle, it got bigger and I was amazed.
Finally, she stopped after 20 reps and the size of her
pumped muscle was awesome. I then told her to "Hurry
over to this mirror and let's flex to compare while
were both still pumped up!!!!!!!". With this,
we went
over to a mirror in the corner and flexed next to each
other. The difference was startling and I told her
that she should be proud to have twice the muscle
strength and size as a male in his 20s which she just
loved! We then talked a little more and she told me
(seriously) that if I came to her gym, she would get
me a "guest pass" for a few weeks and train me so that
I could try to increase the size and strength of my
muscle. I told her that her offer was really cool and
that I would let her know. I also said that I would
like to at least get my muscle up to the level of hers
and she said that she'd love to try! (I seem to be
able to "hit-it-off" with these older
muscle-women!!!!) Anyway, I thanked her for the
"challenge" and left since I had to go to work. I
don't know if I will take her up on her offer, but it
is fun to think about!!! Feel free to Email me with
any comments ([email protected]) or post them here.
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