Chapter 4:
Over the next few weeks my relationship with Lisa really started to heat up. What started with a little conversation here and there had turned into a little conversation; plus flirting. Lisa was subtle, but oh so effective. Sometimes she’d use her sex appeal, “accidentally” rubbing her breasts against me as she walked by, or brushing her hand over my crotch. Other times she’d tease me with her muscle, like walking slowly up the stairs so I could watch her calves flex as she climbed the steps, or teasing her hair with her hand, all the while flexing her rock solid bicep.
Accompanying her flirting was an increasingly robust closet full of revealing outfits. The shorts kept getting shorter, and the tops kept getting cut lower and lower. Sometimes she wouldn’t even overtly flirt at all, but she’d come downstairs wearing a top that practically showed her entire breasts, and then she’d pretend not to notice when I couldn’t take my eyes off her chest.
Another technique she learned to master was to use her “shyness” to help her flirting. Like, she’d absentmindedly be flexing her biceps for me, then, when she caught me staring, she’d blush and act like she didn’t realize what she was doing. I found the whole act quite sexy.
Of course Lisa had another way of turning me on that she really enjoyed employing: besting me in athletic competition. For the last several years, since I’ve been doing construction, I considered myself somewhat of a macho man. So it came as somewhat of a surprise to me that I got aroused when she would best me at physical activities. Our pull up “competition” was only the first in a long line of competitions that she beat me at, and all of them handily. We did sit ups, push ups; she crushed me in both, performing several times the number of reps I could manage, always making it look easy. She could jump higher and further. Once we decided to race 4 laps around the track. Again, I’m not in the best shape, but she simply whooped me, running her four laps in the time it took me to run just two. I’d end every single competition with a raging erection, which only fueled Lisa desire to be better at me at everything.
Still, despite all the flirting, our relationship remained rather platonic. I was hesitant making any kind of first move. I was the one that divorced her, and I felt trying to get back together with her just because she was now this incredible hottie would be pretty shitty of me. So I decided I’d leave it up to Lisa to decide how far she wanted to take this. For awhile I wasn’t sure she wanted to take it too far at all, then last night, she cleared up all confusion of where we stood.
I had invited her down for dinner, which we’ve been doing more and more over the past couple of months. I cooked for her at least once a week, often two or three times, so I didn’t really think too much of it when I asked her to dinner last night. When I heard a knock at the door I was a little surprised. Lisa never knocked. When I opened up the door, drool started pouring down my mouth.
Lisa had worn some pretty revealing outfits over the past couple months, but none of them compared to what she wore at my front door. Lisa had on the skimpiest, cherry red dress I’d ever seen. The thing was so short; I could almost see her underwear peaking out underneath. The front of the dress drooped down to her belly button, leaving almost her entire breasts bare. The thinnest spaghetti straps draped over her shoulder leaving her arms bare. She had on matching heels, bringing her up to my height, and showing off the increasing size of her legs.
And it wasn’t just the outfit. She had clearly been to the beauty salon. Her hair was no longer the unformed mess it normally was; it was cut, and styled and quite elegant. She was wearing make up! Lisa never wore make up! She didn’t have it caked on, but had enough to enhance her natural beauty. Simply put she looked incredible. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare, or are you going to invite me in?” God even her voice was sexy! There was barely a hint of the shyness I had grown accustomed to. Instead, she sounded like a predator getting ready to pounce.
“What? Oh, gosh, I’m sorry. Here come in.” I stood aside and let her in. I put my hand on her back as she passed me. The back of the dress was just as skimpy as the front, leaving most of it bare. As my hand touched her warm, smooth skin, I could feel my arousal heightening. “Damn, Lis. You look amazing.”
She turned and flashed me a seductive smile. “What you mean this little thing.” She ran her hands over her sexy red, barely there dress. "Or do you mean these little things", and with that, she brought her arms up in a double bicep flex.
I couldn’t believe how big she was getting! Overall I was sure I still outweighed her by a good bit, but looking at her amazing biceps, I wasn’t sure that her arms weren’t bigger than mine! How the hell was she getting so big so fast? It was impossible.
“Wow. I can’t believe how big you’ve gotten. You’re not taking any drugs or anything, are you?”
“Hell no! That stuff will ruin your body. This is just pure female power and dedication.” She went through a series of poses, showing off all of her amazing muscles. “And believe me, there’s going to be a lot more where these came from.”
Well, needless to say I was impressed, and getting really horny. I tried to change the subject to keep from jumping her right there. Lisa giggled, she knew she was driving me crazy, but she played along.
Dinner was wondrous and torturous at the same time. We had a normal conversation, talking about what was going on in our lives, but I was having a hard time paying attention to what she was saying. First of all, her dress was so skimpy, her breasts kept falling out of it. Lisa seemed to be oblivious to this. Whenever one would pop out, she’d just continue on talking like nothing had happened. I tried to be a gentleman and not stare, but I couldn’t help myself, her breasts were just so perfect. But Lisa either didn’t notice I was staring, or didn’t mind, and from the amount of staring I was doing, I was betting on the later. She just kept chatting away like nothing was going on.
And it wasn’t just her tits. Lisa seemed to take any and every opportunity she could to flex her muscles. She’d scratch her head or play with her hair, causing her biceps to balloon. She’d do these big, theatrical yawns, stretching out her body flexing all its muscles. She even managed to flex here and there during the simple act of eating. She was driving me crazy with lust. Again she seemed oblivious to what she was doing, never drawing any attention to her flexing, and never seeming to notice the fact that my eyes were glued to her body.
I was almost sad when dinner was over. I poured Lisa some wine, and was about ready to retire to the living room, when she hit me with a bombshell.
“So, Stan. I was thinking about the old times, back when we were married. Do you ever think about that?”
Oooo, didn’t know how to answer that. Our marriage wasn’t exactly full of memories, in fact, nothing really stood out. “Yeah,” the key here is to be noncommittal, “we had some good times, didn’t we?”
“No we didn’t.” I shot her a quick look, expecting her to be mad, but she was still smiling at me. What was she up to? “Look, lets be real here. We had a loveless marriage. The only reason we got together is because neither of us thought we’d ever find anyone else.”
I couldn’t agree more, but while Lisa was willing and able to talk about it, I still felt uncomfortable saying anything that might upset her. Who would have thought that Lisa would be assertive and I would be shy. She had changed in more ways than one.
She waited for me to say something, when I didn’t she pushed forward, taking control of the conversation. “Well things are different now. You’ve changed, I’ve changed.” That’s an understatement. “Have you ever thought that maybe, now that we’re two different people, we might be a little more compatible?”
My heart was racing, for the last couple months I had been dreaming of this conversation. But I felt I had to tread lightly here, this could still go south. “I have, quite a bit actually. I mean Lisa, you’re amazing. Seriously, I’ve never found a woman so attractive in my life.” I looked away from her, putting on my own little shy boy face. I felt kind of ridiculous. “But Lis, I left you, and not for really great reasons. I mean I’d like to think that I’m not a very shallow guy, but if I divorced you and then we got back together just cause you started working out and turned into this incredible babe, wouldn’t that just be me being shallow?”
Lisa got up and walked right up to me til our bodies were touching. With her heals on she was able to look me right in the eye. “Sweetie, it wasn’t your fault. I really didn’t do a whole lot to make you love me, but I’m willing to take another stab at it. I think we have a real opportunity to have something special, we just need to be willing to work at it. I am, the question is, are you?”
I could feel her breath on my face as she talked; feel her breasts press up against my chest. She was so sexy, and quite honestly, her taking a firm stand, and being so assertive was quite a turn on. “I think I’m willing to give it a shot.”
That was all she needed, she leaned forward and gave me a kiss. It was the most passionate kiss we had ever shared. I didn’t want it to end, and almost cried when it did. She moved away from me and grabbed her wine to take a sip. That would have upset me too, except it gave me an opportunity to stare at her calves and her ass.
“Well, I’m glad we got that settled. It may be tough if we really wanted to make this work. I mean a lot has changed since we’ve been married.”
“That may be true, but I’d like to think the changes are all for the better.”
“Really?” The sultry look was back. “I’m surprised to hear you say that.”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, you’ve turned into this big, macho man. Guys like that are normally not interested in women who are stronger than they are.”
Well that took me by surprise. “What, who said you were stronger than me?”
She laughed out loud at that. “Oh please, are you kidding? I can do like a hundred more pull ups than you, and push ups and sit ups. I’m faster than you. I have more endurance, better dexterity, and over all a better athlete than you are. What makes you think that I’m not stronger too?”
Truth is, I wasn’t entirely sure she wasn’t stronger than I me, but what she said before about being a macho man was right. There was just no way a chick could be stronger than me. Totally impossible. “Come on Lis, don’t be silly. Just because you’re faster than me doesn’t make you stronger. And sure you can do more pull ups, but I still got you by what, 40lbs, 50lbs? So you were pulling up a lot less weight than I was, so it’s not really a fair test of strength. Plus,” I really shouldn’t go there, but I just couldn’t help myself, “guys are stronger than girls.”
If I thought the statement would make her angry, I was wrong. In fact, it only seemed to make her smile more. “Is that so, big man? Well, it’s time for a bruising of the ole ego.” She took a seat at the table and put her hand up in a classic arm wrestling position. “All right He-Man, let’s see what you got.”
In the way, way back of my mind, where reason was banished, I thought this could be a bad idea. I mean despite my weight advantage, her arms really could have been bigger than mine, but all the rest of my brain remembered all the things that Lisa had bested me at over the last month, and thought that surely this was a chance to get one up on her. So I sat down across from her, and grabbed her hand in mine. “Whenever you’re ready, little girl.”
Lisa was really enjoying this; it should have been a sign. “You want to say go, or should I?”
“Ladies first.” It never hurt to be gentlemanly, especially when you were about to put your lady in her place.
“All right then, ready, set, GO!” THUMP!!
It was just that fast! I started pushing against her arm, but before I could even get a decent head of steam going, my arm had been slammed down on the table. It all happened in a second. I couldn’t believe it! Lisa was giggling.
“Not so strong as we thought, are we?”
Nothing like getting taunted by a woman to get a guy all defensive. “That was no fair, you started before I was ready.” God, I sounded like a two year old.
Lisa just laughed at me. “You’re right, that was totally unfair. Let’s do it again, this time you can start us.”
That small little reason section of my brain was screaming “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” But I’m a guy, and ignoring reason was one of the hallmarks of my sex. “All right honey, now we’ll see what you got.” This time I took a long time getting ready. Making sure my hand was set properly. Lisa just sat there, smiling at my intensity.
“All right, Lis, this time you’re going down. Show you not to mess with a guy when it comes to strength. Ready, set, GO!” I was a little ashamed that I started a little before I actually said “GO!”, but I really wanted to win.
Turns out, it didn’t matter. I laid into Lisa’s arm with all the strength I could muster, intent on evening up our little contest, problem was, her arm didn’t move. It didn’t even budge! It was like pushing against a god damned statue! I looked up at her to see what the hell she was doing. She was just smiling at me like she didn’t have a care in the world, seemingly oblivious to my efforts. What’s more, she was leaning slightly forward with her breasts sticking right out of her top. Obviously she was enjoying herself, her nipples were sticking straight out like bullets.
I was so awestruck by the site that not only did I stop pushing against her arm, but it took me a few seconds to realize she wasn’t pushing me down either. “What are you doing?” I asked her, not taking my eyes from her breasts.
“I just wanted to make sure I gave you ample opportunity to try to put my arm down before I beat you. Wouldn’t want you to think I was cheating. So come on big boy, push.”
She was taunting me? I don’t think so. With renewed vigor I once more attacked her arm. Still the thing didn’t even budge an inch! How the hell was she doing this?
“Looks like the big man is having some trouble against the little girls arm. Well, luckily you agreed to be my boyfriend before we started. Cause I’m always willing to help out my boyfriend when he needs it.” Finally her arm started going down. For a second I thought it was actually because of something I did, but that thought ended when her arm stopped about half way down. “There, I gave you a little head start, isn’t your girlfriend nice to you. Now lets see if you can get it down the rest of the way.”
I couldn’t! Once more her arm was as immovable as a mountain. Even though I had size and quite a bit of leverage on my side, I still couldn’t budge Lisa’s arm, not even a millimeter! What was worse is she wasn’t even paying attention! Instead all of her attention seemed to be on her breasts, which she was now making bounce up and down by flexing her pecs.
I was totally torn, half of me was utterly embarrassed by being so thoroughly over powered by a woman, who was 50lbs lighter than me no less! The other half was incredibly turned on by her powerful, sexy display, especially my bottom half. My dick was so hard it was threatening to break through my pants!
After bouncing her pecs up and down for almost a minute, Lisa turned her attention back to me. “Still no luck, huh, well, lets see what else I can do for you.” Again her hand started going down, this time I was under no delusion that it had anything to do with my efforts. She stopped me once more, this time her hand was just inches from the table. “There you go, Stud. Now all you got to do is get my little girly arm down just two little inches. Do you think the big strong man can handle that?”
The answer was an emphatic NO! Again, despite all my advantages, I couldn’t make her arm so much as quiver.
“Well, I guess this brings us back to the original question, do you mind dating a girl who’s stronger than you; much, much stronger by the looks of it.” Her voice gave no sign that she was putting forth any effort what so ever. “If you ask me, I think you like it. I think like strong women. I think you like being overpowered like you were a child.”
I think she was waiting for me to respond. Unfortunately, I was putting all my effort into trying to get her arm down, even though I knew it was hopeless. Deep down I just couldn’t believe she could be so strong.
“That’s okay, Stan, you don’t have to answer me, I have other ways of finding out how you feel.” Suddenly, I felt her toes, right in my crotch! Holy shit! “Oooo, me thinks the big man likes.” She started rubbing her foot up and down my bulging member. “You just love these big voluptuous breasts and these rock hard, powerful muscles, don’t you, Stan?” I was almost to the point of orgasm. Suddenly, my hand started slowly but surely rising up. “But what you really love, more than anything, is my incredible, superhuman, overwhelming strength.” With that, she slammed my arm the rest of the way down to the table, beating me in the most emphatic way.
It was all too much for me. Her beauty, her strength, not to mention her foot rubbing against my crotch. I orgasmed right there, once again messing my pants in her presence. She could undoubtedly feel it with her foot. She seemed to love it.
Without a word, she let go of my hand, came around to my side of the table, and scooped me up in he powerful arms. She easily carried me toward my bedroom. “Stan, this is going to be the start of a wonderful relationship.”