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Well, I know
its been a long time since I've posted anything
here, but I've had to work some really odd hours at my job. Also, the femuscle scene here has been totally quiet for the last
number of months (at least it has been for me). I had to postpone working at
the Chinese restaurant with the musclewoman that I met there, but things
should change in the next few weeks hopefully. Anyway, I did have an
incredibly cool (and totally unexpected) muscle experience that just happened
last weekend that I will tell you guys about. You just never know where you
are going to encounter female muscle, sometimes in the most unexpected places
and I just "stumbled" into this one. I hope that this story is of
interest to everyone. It involves another older musclewoman who was
completely superior to me in muscle size and strength and, in fact, was
overwhelming compared with me!! It's pretty amazing that this just came up
since I have noticed a few postings here lately about older musclewomen.
Anyway, here's the story - I have an older Ford Mustang car that I'm trying
to work on (not one of the real collectible ones since I can't afford any of
those, but not a bad looking car nonetheless). I needed a couple of wheel
covers for it and, after surfing the net one night, I found a real cheap
on-line classified advertising site run by one of our small local newspapers
here. So, I placed an ad for the wheel covers on the site hoping that
somebody would have a few lying around. About a week went by and I, to my
surprise, I got an E-mail from a woman at the other end of town who said that
her husband had liked to work on Fords and had a large "mess" of
Mustang parts including a few boxes of wheel covers. She said that her
husband had died about 5 years earlier and that she was thinking of getting
rid of the stuff and told me that I could come over and go through the boxes
to see if I could find the covers that I needed. I E-mailed her and told her
that would be cool and we agreed on a time when I would come over. So, last
Saturday, I went over to her house. It was a fairly small house and I could
see through the garage windows that the garage was filled with
"stuff". I rang the doorbell and I heard a female voice say,
"Just a minute" and then the door opened. I almost fell over when I
saw her - she was an older woman but very attractive for her age (she later
told me that she had just turned 60). She was wearing exactly the same kind
of shirt that I was wearing (a sleeveless jean muscle shirt). When this
happens (when we both have on the same types of muscle shirts), it is really
cool since it just invites a muscle comparison! Well, what stunned me more
than anything was that this woman was really big and had large, thick biceps
and big shoulders. She was a few inches taller than me, her waist was pretty
small, and her legs (she was wearing jean-shorts) were also really thick and
her leg muscles bulged when she walked. However, I just couldn't take my eyes
off her bicep muscle - it had to be at least 3 - 4 inches bigger than mine or
maybe even more!! (I have a very small muscle as I have told you guys and
hers looked huge compared with mine and was much thicker.) Anyway, we both
stared at each other for what seemed to be a long time - I was in awe of her
muscle and she was carefully studying mine, too. I introduced myself to her and
went inside. As I walked behind her, her arms actually flexed slightly when
they moved and I could only imagine what muscle-power this woman probably
possessed. I also was curious as to what her story was - how and why did she
get so big at her age. After talking for quite awhile (she was very friendly
and loved to talk) we then went into the garage which had a number of large
boxes that were filled with car stuff. The boxes were stacked on top of each
other, but some were marked "wheel covers". As we approached the
boxes, she said, "Here they are - feel free to go through them and see
if you can find what you need". I said OK and went over to the boxes and
started to lift the top one. It was really heavy for me and I just couldn't
seem to handle it (she was watching me struggle with it and could see my
small muscle since I was sleeveless). Thinking to myself that I just had to
see this woman's muscle in action, I said to her (No lie), "I'm not very
strong" (and flexed my small left muscle jokingly for a second which she really stared at). I then said, "You look
like you are much stronger than me so could you lift this for me?". With that, she smiled broadly and said,
"Sure, it's really a pleasure to hear that from a guy" and, with
that, she pushed her hands under the top box and lifted the box using her
bicep muscles with almost no effort. I watched in total awe as the muscles
pumped up and bulged out with a really big single vein running over each one
- I just couldn't believe that a woman of this age could develop such a large
and powerful muscle and such a big vein. She then set the box down and I
began to go through it. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that, after
she set it down, she moved her arms up and down to flex the muscles a few
times, massaged them, and then crossed her arms in front of her as if to show
off and say, "I'm a female and I'm stronger than you" which is what
I was hoping for. With her arms crossed and her muscles pumped she looked
just awesome and a little intimidating (although I was just
loving it!!). I then looked through the box and didn't find what I
needed. So, we went over to the next box (which was filled even more) and I
said, "Could you lift this for me, too - I don't think that my muscles
are big enough to do it!" (I was hoping to start some
"muscle-talk" with her and knew that this would work! Also, as you
guys know, I am never shy about this kind of stuff). She then smiled again
and said (in a really cool way), "You go ahead and try it - your muscles
will never get bigger unless you work them". With that, I struggled to
lift the box and raised it slightly but it started to tip and fall. Then, to
my amazement (and this is exactly as it happened), she came up behind me and
put her hands under and against mine, pushed up, and I felt the box lift up
like it was filled with air. For a minute, I imaged (and this was awesome)
that I had muscles as big and powerful as hers. What was really cool was that
I could feel her biceps flex and push into my arms as she did this since our
arms were touching each other (which was pretty unbelievable since we had
just met about 45 minutes ago). In fact, it seemed like we had instantly
become friends which was awesome. Again, this is why I wear nothing but
sleeveless since I'm sure that she noticed how small my muscles were and
wanted to "protect" and dominate me. I didn't want to put the box
down since it was cool beyond belief to have my small, thin arms,
"cradled" in her big tan muscular arms with her big muscles side-by-side
against my small ones and I felt totally helpless and dominated (which I
think that she sensed and loved). It must have been an interesting sight, me
in my muscle shirt with my small and weak muscles and her with her big, thick
muscles coming out of her matching muscle shirt totally controlling mine. For
a moment, I had this awesome vision of her totally overpowering me which I
knew that she could do since her upper body was so much bigger and stronger
than mine (really). We put the box down and I thanked her for "coming to
my rescue" and told her that I wished I was "big and strong like
her". I knew that she would be totally thrilled with this and her eyes
lit us when I said it. She also told me that she never had a guy say that to
her. In the box, I happily found the wheel covers that I needed which were in
a stack of 6. The stack was wrapped around with wide clear packaging tape.
Since all I needed were 2 covers, I then tried to remove the tape by breaking
it. I put my fingers under it and pulled upward using my muscle (I did this
so that she could see how small it was and could watch it struggle since I
knew that I was not strong enough to break the tape). She then said (almost
like one of those "personal trainers"), "Keep trying, let's
see if you can do it!". I kept struggling with
it and my muscle started to shake from the strain like it usually does. I
then stopped and, while massaging my muscle, said, "I guess that my
muscle just can't do it - maybe your muscle can get it" (I kept using
the word "muscle" since I again wanted to start some serious
muscle-talk with her and hopefully do a muscle comparison with her). With
that, she smiled broadly again (she was loving this)
and said, "Let's give it a try" and with one single pull (her
muscle pushed way out when she did this), she broke it. We both laughed and I
said, "Well, we know who the weaker sex is here!" and she loved
hearing this. After that, we went back into the house to the kitchen where I
was going to pay her for the covers. As we walked down the hall into the
kitchen, we went past a small room which had mats on the floor and was partly
filled with weight equipment. I just KNEW that she had to be into
bodybuilding and was right!!! Talk about luck!!!!! When we got into the
kitchen, we sat down and I said, "That's a cool weight room you have - I
figured that you must lift". Well, this seemed to break the ice and she
started talking to me about her muscles and workouts. She explained that her
husband was fairly older than her and when he died of a heart attack about 5
years ago, she knew that she would be alone and it made her uncomfortable
(her one daughter lived in another city). So, after reading some female
bodybuilding magazines she decided that she wanted to become big and muscular
and bought the weight equipment (which was not the best in the world but all
that she could afford). She then said that, because she was alone and had a
ton of time at night with nothing to do, she started
lifting 5 nights a week. Because of the intensive lifting, her muscles grew
"incredibly" (as she put it), especially her arms. She was really
fascinated with the big veins that grew out of her muscles although she said
that she sort of expected this from seeing the pictures in the
muscle-magazines. With that, she pumped her right arm slightly up and down to
make the vein push out and I almost died since I
wanted to touch it so bad. She also said that she "loved the look"
and had "fun with it" all the time. Specifically, she loved to
compare her muscle with younger men and told me an interesting story. Her
neighbor had hired a young guy about 17 or 18 to cut her lawn and, one day
when they were both outside (and sleeveless), she noticed that he was trying
to turn the lawn mower over to pull something out of it, but was struggling
to do it. Since she knew him and had talked to him before, she went over and
said, "Let me give you a hand" and, with her big muscles, easily
turned it over. The guy was shocked (and a little angry) and she said to him,
"Let's see your muscle" and (reluctantly) he flexed. She then
flexed hers and it was bigger and thicker. He was so mad that he never went
sleeveless around her again!!! I then gathered up my courage and told her
that I loved big muscles on women and that most women had a bigger muscle
than mine, but that I thought it was cool. Almost immediately (and I was
hoping for this), she said, "Lets see your muscle - flex as hard as you
can and lets see what you got!" With that, I flexed and she was really
amazed at the small size of the muscle and its lack of any veins. She leaned
over and felt the muscle all over which was awesome. She actually gripped the
center of it and moved the entire muscle from side to side which seemed to
fascinate her. I tried to tighten the muscle so she couldn't do this, but her
hand was stronger and she continued to move the muscle from side to side (she
seemed to like this). She then asked me why I went sleeveless all the time
with a such small muscle. I have been asked this
many times and I explained that I always went sleeveless in order to show
women how small a muscle I had and to also show them that they could clearly
overpower me in a muscle contest, armwrestling,
etc. She then told me that I had one of the smaller muscles that she had seen
on a guy in quite awhile, but that my attitude about it was
"unbelievably cool and totally fascinating". By the way, I have had
about 100 E-mails asking for a picture of my muscle (preferably compared with
a female's muscle) and I'll try to do this soon if anyone is still interested.
Anyway, she then said (and this is what I was waiting for), "Well, since
we are both sleeveless and you love to compare, lets compare!!!!!!!!"
She then raised her arm and flexed hard for me. Her muscle was incredible
(for a woman of any age, let alone 60) and was thick, dense and powerful. She
also had a nice tan which made it look ever better. The muscle was nice and
wide, too (not narrow like mine). She slowly flexed the muscle up and down
and I watched it bunch up and peak. It had a slight point at the top where
the vein ran over it with big, thick tendons. I then raised my arm and flexed
and the difference was astounding. I was dying to squeeze her muscle but
didn't want to since I didn't really know if that would make her mad,
especially since she could instantly overpower me and hurt me, too (although,
in reality, I also knew that she was having a good time and was too nice to
ever do this!). As I watched her muscle pump up and down, I could never
imagine that this was the muscle of an older woman, but it was true. I then
asked her how she was able to grow her muscle so large for a female and she
said, "Let's go into the weight room and I'll show you". With that,
we went into the weight room and she loaded a large amount of weight onto a
"curl bar" and then sat down on one of those
"preacher"-type benches. After that, she began pumping the weight
and I watched in awe as her muscles grew in front of my eyes. They were big,
thick, and just bulging with power (no lie). They were the kind of muscles that
were strong (not just for show) as she demonstrated by lifting the boxes in
the garage so easily. She then got up (her arms totally pumped) and said,
"Do this for a few years and this is what you'll get". With that,
she went over to a makeshift mirror on the wall and flexed both her muscles
for me. She then said, "You try it - I'll put on only a small amount of
weight". I looked at her for a few seconds (being somewhat surprised)
and told her that I would "give it a shot". She then took off the
weight she was using and put on 2 fairly small plates (one on each end). I
sat down on the bench and tried to lift it, but I just couldn't move it up
more than about a quarter of the way. Sensing another "muscle
opportunity", I put it down and said, "I'm just not strong enough -
Can you help me lift it?" She smiled, got behind me, and put her hands
under mine (again, this was astounding since we had just met but, as I said
above, we seemed to be friends instantly). With that, as I began to lift, her
muscles went to work and I felt the weight rise up like it was hollow. We did
about 10 reps and it again felt unbelievably awesome to have her
"protecting me" with my small weak arms surrounded by her big
muscles. After 6 reps, I was so weak that I couldn't lift it any more and my muscles
began to shake a little. She noticed this and said, "Don't worry, I'll
handle the rest of the reps and I won't let you get hurt". After we were
done, I then noticed how tight the armholes on her muscle shirt fit around
her arms and mentioned it to her. She said that she had gone through "a
ton of shirt sizes" and finally had to buy men's shirts since the
women's wouldn't fit right. Anyway, I went to pay her and she said something
that really was amazing to me - She told me to "forget it" but that
she'd love to have me stop by again and "spot" her when she lifts
since she said that she is increasing her weight continuously (especially her
bench) and didn't want to do this alone. This was really incredible and, for
some reason, older musclewomen seem to have an interest in me which is not
yet totally clear in my mind. (Maybe you guys can explain it to me - what do
you think???????). In any event, I told her that would be cool and that maybe
we could do it some time. (What do you guys think about that?) I then thanked
her for the wheel covers and left. What a cool experience (it happened just
as I described it above and is "etched" in my mind). Too bad I
didn't get a chance to armwrestle her - that would
have been so cool. Any comments or questions would be welcome. You can post
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