"Just For A Cup Of Coffee" (Part One)

[tarzan7]

(This was inspired by Marilyn, of course. But also someone I met and fell in love with years ago, who I found out wrestled a bit. And a well-known cammer & FBB I know and respect. Enjoy... I hope.)


“Madelyn, Marilyn. Madelyn, Marilyn. Don’t they sound alike? Each name is seven letters each. And doesn’t Madelyn look and act a bit like Marilyn?” Marilyn meaning Monroe, Mike’s first crush when he was a kid.  “Well, yeah, Madelyn does look a bit like Monroe, that is if Marilyn had been 5 feet, 10 inches and 190 pounds of busty muscle.”

That was Mike’s train of thought as he took the long drive from Northern Florida to West Palm Beach. He was driving eight hours round trip to finally meet, in person, and have a cup of coffee with the longtime object of his desire. He was a fan, who eventually, unbelievably became his friend online… Madelyn.

Madelyn’s invite came after a couple of years of camming sessions and an exchange of emails where Mike suggested, after one very heavy online session with her, “I know you are married and don’t do in-person sessions but I’d pay for the privilege of driving down, to meet. Even if it was just for a cup of coffee. And if you agree, and watching you train for a bit.” Somehow, a year and a half after Mike suggested it, Madelyn said yes.

Mike’s entrance into the world of female bodybuilders came a bit late in life, in his late 30s. Even 15 years later Mike was never a bodybuilder, but a bit athletic playing softball, basketball and golf, with occasional trips to the gym and maintained to a point his 6 foot, one-inch 225 or so pound physique. He had to because, well for health reasons, but also his roleplay for years with tall busty Dominas involved him being Tarzan – a submissive one sometimes or one “suffering from” a variety of fetishes.

The dominas were usually tall and busty… not FBBs but very fit Amazonian types. He endured light bondage, strap-on worship, spankings, foot worship and other kinks just to be in the same room with these Amazonian types… and maybe to get one in bed. Some may have been kind of sensual but intercourse was out. He met the appropriately named Mistress Sheena, a tall, busty domina who loved his imagination and homemade jungle print thongs. She wore black leather or black lace bustier corsets that had her ample breasts just about falling out from the top and the sides. But she was very strict and old-school. Nothing illegal which certainly meant that sessions occurred in her living room of her Manhattan loft. Not in her bedroom.

Mike almost flirted his way to more of an escort-type session with Sheena, getting to do full breast and clit worship one Sunday morning. They had a great time, but as he was getting dressed and ready to leave Sheena sat him down and matter-of-factly said, “Mike, I love our sessions. You’re as charming as hell, but I’m never going to fuck you.” She gave him a note with a few websites that featured FBBs. “Check out these sites. Some of these bodybuilders are dominant, some are not, but they will be a lot more sensual than I’ll ever be.” She kissed him on the cheek as she gracefully escorted him out of her apartment. Forever.

“One door closes and another door opens,” the saying goes.  And since getting that list a handful of years ago and he began to enter the world of FBBs. Saw plenty of pictures, videos and sessioned with a few. Mistress Sheena was right, not only were taller and stronger than her, and in a few cases very, very sensual.

But the FBB that haunted him was Madalyn. He moved to Northern Florida three years ago. That's when he saw her pics and videos. She had that blonde hair that fell a bit over her shoulders. High cheekbones, cute nose and sensual lips. Not to mention dimples when she smiled. Below her neck, well… as muscular and as sexy as he ever saw. Shoulders as thick and wide as any male bodybuilder. Traps, when flexing, illustrating the power she had control of. Biceps, when flexed, had to be 16 or 18 inches. Her chest, with those massive DDs in front of them, had to be 46 or 48 inches, at least. A narrow waist which above it features an eight-pack of steel. Thighs so detailed and large, they looked like California redwoods. Her calves had to be the same size as her biceps. And her gorgeous feet, especially when wearing backless high heels.... to die for.

Thinking about all this Mike was in a trance and began to drool, from his mouth and his cock, and loved the warm erection between his legs. He came out of that dream-like state quickly when he heard a long, hard honking from an 18-wheeler who he ALMOST drifted in-front of. Mike, suddenly out of his trance and fulling focus, pulled his car to the right-hand lane as the 18-wheeler whizzed past him to the left on 95 South.

He immediately noticed the sign for “West Palm Beach” and that he was a couple of miles away… a couple of miles away from Madelyn. He focused on the job at hand and the address of the local diner they were supposed to meet.

About a mile or two off the exit Mike saw the sign for “Betty’s Retro Diner” which had the look of a 1950s or so diner with plenty of twists on comfort food, not your typical eggs, sausage, hash browns and a “cup of joe” place of eons ago. It was around 3 pm, after the lunch crowd and before the dinner rush, so it was pretty empty. Madelyn said to get booth in the back, near the Marilyn picture with Jane Russell in red sequins from the beginning of “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.” He saw it immediately and sat down.

Just as immediately a waitress appeared in a vintage white outfit from the 1950s, an athletic brunette with a great figure, a slight bit of cleavage emerging from the top of her dress, bright red lipstick and matching red nails, and a wonderful smile. “Welcome!” she said cheerily, offering the menu. After the incident on the highway and wondering where Madelyn was, Mike was a bit flustered. Or maybe it was because the waitress looked a bit like Jane Russell as a waitress? Or was it his imagination? “Thanks,” he mumbled. The waitress asked, “Coffee?” He quickly noticed on the menu of this retro diner something called, “Authentic Neapolitan Cappuccino” and ordered it. She smiled and walked away. 

Mike nervously began to check his phone to see if he missed a text or call from Madelyn, who was always a stickler about time when they met online, and now it was now after 3 pm sharp, and what would she think if she thought I was late… and at that point the waitress was back with the steaming hot cappuccino. She asked, “Anything else?”

Mike, nervous and preoccupied, said, “No… not yet. Waiting for a friend.” The waitress grinned and said, “Well, then you must be Mike, right?” He nodded his head in surprise. “I thought so. I’m Betty. I own the place. She texted me and should be here soon.” Embarrassed as to what Betty might know about the meeting, yet intrigued, Mike asked, “Are you friends with her?”

Betty laughed and said, “I should think so! Best friends since we were kids growing up on the same block here in town, went to high school together, were on the same track and field team.” That was when Mike noticed Betty’s physique, not a body builder, but the long, strong musculature in her shoulders, arms and legs that were great for a businesswoman in her late thirties. As Betty began to describe, in detail, her longtime friendship with Madelyn, the diner’s door opened.

Mike’s eyes went immediately from Betty to the door. It was Madelyn. Even though he saw her many times on cam, in pics and in videos, here she was, live, 20 feet away from him. As she walked in her head and shoulders kind of blocked the Florida sunshine that was illuminating part of the diner. Gorgeous face, high cheekbones, full lips… her wide shoulders and back blocked part of the mid-afternoon sun as she walked towards us wearing a black, rather loose sweat suit, top open just an inch or two more than one might expect, which displayed her ample cleavage. And he wondered if he saw an animal print bra strap showing.

Betty saw Mike’s eyes and barely turned around when she said, “Well… it must be HER.” Pointing with her thumb over her shoulder in Madelyn’s direction. “This used to happen to me in high school all the time when I was talking with a guy!” Betty turned, both women laughed and hugged, as if this had been a catch-phrase between them for years. Mike got up to greet Madelyn and offered his hand. 

“Oh, here she goes, telling tales out of school again,” Madelyn laughed and offered her hand to Mike and said, “Nice to finally meet you in person. Sorry I’m late.” Betty smiled and asked, “Neapolitan Cappuccino?”  Madelyn said, “What else?” Betty smiled and went off retrieve the coffee.

“What does she know about, you know…” namely Mike and Madelyn’s online trysts via cam. She laughed and said, “She knows I’m a pro bodybuilder and that I do exclusive training for upscale clients. That’s it,” with the emphasis on “it.”   

“I’m so excited to meet you, especially for all you have done for me.” That’s what Mike was about to say, but Madelyn just robbed his opening line. Mike answered, “I don’t know what I’ve done, but I’m so happy to finally meet you in person.”

Mike is an internet security specialist, he mentioned it once or twice in texts and emails they exchanged, and widowed. Madelyn confided in him a couple of years ago that more than a few of her most popular for sale videos that were on her website were being pirated right after they debuted, which severely hurt her online video business, which was the major part of her FBB camming income. Mike became concerned and discretely, without telling her, checked out what was happening with her site, gave her the IP addresses of who was pirating the videos and who was selling them online. And told her to get a good lawyer and close her old website.

The internet thief got arrested quickly, but Madelyn lost six months of income. But she reopened a new website, designed by Mike with top security features the Pentagon would envy. And she expanded her online business to include several major FBBs to do camming and post videos. Business has gone through the roof, but Mike, ever the respectful, cautious guy, never really went back online to check on all that. He’d answer questions from Madelyn every once and a while. But that was about it. And he never even attempted to charge Madelyn for his work. Eventually he passed along Madelyn’s account to a longtime colleague of his since her online traffic got too big for him to handle part time.

“So… THAT’S why you’re here. I can’t thank you enough!” Madelyn smiled and bent over and he swore he saw a glimpse of an animal print sting bikini strap as she grabbed his hand and said, “Let’s go to the gym!” Mike said, “But wait, I’ve got to pay for the check.” Betty, half listening to part of the conversation behind the counter said, “Hey, you helped my friend. It’s on the house!” 

As they left the diner, Mike said, “I’ll follow your car to the gym, okay?” Madelyn slyly, and somewhat seductively replied, “I came here by Uber. You'll drive and I'll DIRECT YOU there.” Days later Mike recalled the comment and said to himself, “I should’ve known then that something was up.”

[END OF PART ONE]

[UnholyDk1103]

I like where this is going.   

[tarzan7]

[Part Two]

Mike brought Madelyn to his car and instinctively opened the door. “Well, a gentleman. I thought you guys were extinct.” As he got into the drivers’ side Madelyn put her seat belt on but loosened it enough so she was almost facing him. Between that face, those high cheekbones, her eyes, lips, not to mention her shoulders, Madelyn was a sight to see. Even when she loosened the belt to face him, it could hardly contain her physique and cleavage, which was being held by some type of bra, leopard print or not. Madelyn was so stunning he fumbled with his keys and had that disconcerting feeling of being a high school kid on a first date.

She sweetly said, “Any problems Mikey?” He lied and said no. His heart was racing, he felt beads of sweat coming out from all over. Madelyn made small talk and said, “We’re about five minutes away. You make a left at the light. You’re driving home tomorrow, right?” Mike, now focused on driving, said, “Yeah, I hate night driving. I got the Holiday Inn near Betty’s. It got good reviews on Trip Advisor.”

Madelyn was excited, “That’s GREAT! We’ll be able to spend some quality time together.”

Mike wondered what that meant, since between the cup of coffee, watching her train at the gym, probably spotting her, it should only take about an hour or 90 minutes. His mind was racing. He then saw the sign for Gold’s Gym, where Madelyn trains, and began to signal to get into the right lane.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Madelyn exclaimed, “I’m giving the directions, remember?” Mike stammered, “But I thought…” Madelyn playfully squeezed his thigh and said, “Stop thinking Tarzan,” which was the first time she called him that today. “I’m do the thinking for the both of us. Just keep driving.” Mike began to get chills as to what that might mean.

Within a couple of lights Madelyn excitedly, “Make a right at La Hacienda. That’s my development. I told you I moved here four months ago and I want to show you the place. I have my own training room, so its plenty quiet and cozy.” What could Mike say? He stammered, “Eh… okay. Great, great.”

This was way more than Mike could ever had hoped for, yet while he was getting an uncontrollable erection thinking about being “plenty quiet and cozy” with Madelyn, he was also thinking, “Is her husband going to be around? And if he isn’t, how’s he going to be okay with this if he happens to come home unannounced?” It was one thing to spot her and watch her train at a public gym. But in their home?

As they pulled up Madelyn gave Mike the code for the development’s front gate. La Hacienda was definitely upscale with the houses all in a Spanish style with clay barrel tile roofs, brick paved courtyards and driveways and more than a few lanais with small pools in the back. Madelyn’s was a one-story on a secluded street. She got out her keys with the garage remote on it and said, “Park right next to mine.” He was about to say something when she said, “C’mon in. Welcome to ‘La Casa.’ ” And it was beautiful, a wide-open concept from kitchen, dining area to living room, plus a small den, guest room and what was originally designed as the master suite.

“Let me show you this,” she excitedly said, grabbing his hand and swinging the door open to the suite. “What do you think?” What was supposed to be the master bedroom and an attached bathroom was a mini gym stacked with weights of all types, an upscale cardio and resistance machine, workout mats, a couple of benches, a large floor to ceiling mirror, and sliding doors to the lanai and a small pool that was very private given ivy on the lanai and the shrubs just outside it. “Wow,” Mike exclaimed. Madelyn kind of blushed and said, “I start every day in this gym… and I have a handful of upscale fitness clients. But when I start my morning workout, I always think of you and how you helped build this.”

Now it was time for Mike to blush, and he had a quizzical look on his face. She grinned and said, “You don’t get it.” Madelyn took him by the hand, sat him down on one of the benches and got painfully close to him. He began to get aroused all over again as well as feeling drops of sweat coming out of most of his pores. Breathlessly she said, with those blue eyes staring into his, “Mikey, if you hadn’t helped me save my business, I wouldn’t have this house, this gym or my new life.” She began to caress his hand.

At that point Mike finally came to his senses, began to think with the head on his shoulders and not the one between his legs, stood up, hesitated but said, “I’m happy I helped… I’ve always admired you… but,” as he checked his watch, “I gotta go, you know…”

Madelyn, stood up, and put her hands on his shoulders and carefully, but forcefully, pushed him down on the bench and stressed, “Oh no, you DON’T know. Remember, I’m doing the thinking. Guess who was stealing my best content right after it was released? And skimmed money from the site for years? You gave me the IP addresses, you should know.”

Mike sheepishly admitted, “I don’t know. It was none of my business. All I know is the name of the company, the owner got arrested and will be in jail for a few years for theft and fraud…” and he stopped when a light bulb when off in his head and he blurted out, “It was your HUSBAND!”

Madelyn laughed, “Well, ‘Mr. Computer Genius,’ I’m glad you finally figured that out!” And then she slid so close to him her red lips were a half-inch away from his whispering, “And he’s now my ex-husband, Mikey.” She began to kiss him passionately and hard. He almost didn’t realize that while she was kissing him Madelyn had lifted all 225 pounds of him off the bench by putting her arms around his torso. When she was finished, they were standing up in front of each other.

She began to clean some of her lipstick off of his lips and said, “Tarzan, I have a little present for you,” and Madelyn bent over to retrieve under the bench a small, white box with a red ribbon around it, with a small card attached. “Here. Go in the bathroom, freshen up and follow the instructions on the card. THEN we’ll find out what Tarzan is made of.” Stunned, Mike said “Okay,” and he walked into the bathroom hold the box, his head spinning.

[UnholyDk1103]

 

[QBikk]

Very nice start of a story, the story looks good.

[tarzan7]

[Part 3 - Finale]

Mike got into the massive bathroom which could have was the size of a small studio apartment in his old Manhattan neighborhood. There was a large Jacuzzi, and the shower looked like it could contain four of your closest friends. It all looked like an upscale gym bathroom, which is kind of is, since she was training people here.

He leaned against the double sinks and began to open Madelyn’s note. “Dear Mikey, We’ll probably do some ‘jungle’ training today, and I didn’t think you’d have something to workout in. Right, my Tarzan? I had this custom made. Take your time, freshen up, and knock on the door when you’re ready. XOXO Madelyn.”

Mike repeated the phrase, “custom made,” to himself, and he had an idea, and it turned out to be correct. Enclosed was an outfit, if you could call it that, a leopard print thong, almost see-through print, with black rawhide strings that would just about hold the scant material, and his manhood, from prying eyes.  Madelyn knew her Tarzan all too well. This was just like the thongs Mike told Madelyn about that he would make for himself when he did live sessions with Dominas and FBBs as Tarzan. She asked him to make one of his thongs once for a camming session, but in his eagerness to get online he forgot.

Mike eagerly stripped off his clothes and showered, his head spinning, wondering if this was all a dream. He dried himself and glanced at Madelyn’s note and that leopard-print thong. Between the thong, the note and the aroma of her perfume on the card, he was getting into “Tarzan” mode. As Mike slipped on her gift to him, he grinned and said to himself, “If this is a dream, it’s a beauty.”

Mike’s reverie stopped when he heard a clang of metal and a heavy grunt. It had to be Madelyn getting some work in. But why did she start without him? Concerned he might not meet expectations Mike took a look at himself in the mirror with that leopard thong on. He flexed a time or two. “Not bad for a mature Tarzan,” got little pumped up and knocked on the door.

“Is that my Tarzan? Come in,” Madelyn said seductively. As he walked through the door Madelyn put the 50-pound hand weights aside which she was pumping, breaking a sweat. “Oh my… Yes, it is my Tarzan,” she purred, getting up to examine him, thinking, “Mikey’s cute and fit for a guy over 50… and he’s really hung.”

She circled him, getting into “Amazon” mode, practically licking her lips, as if he was her prey. “Look at you… you’ve been working out.” She stopped and whispered in his ear, “How’s the leopard print? A bit snug?” He grunted yes, as if he were in the jungle. He was getting stirred up by her looks and her smug and seductive Amazon attitude. They both could tell his erection was getting bigger and bigger by the second, which was just the reaction they both wanted.

She walked a few feet away where the hand weights and the bench were, turned around and said, “I did a little weight work to, you know, work off some nervous tension.” He muttered to himself, “ ‘Nervous tension?’  She’s driven me nuts all day.”

Then she exclaimed, “And now look at me, I’m a sweaty mess,” and unzipped her wet top and threw it to one side, and quickly kicked of the workout pants and threw it to the other, to reveal she indeed have on a leopard string bikini top on all along. It barely covered her nipples, and she was wearing a matching thong, that barely covered her vagina but showed a distinct bulge of an enlarged muscular clit… and it looked wet.

This Amazon seemed to be glowing, from the sweat glistening from her gorgeous muscles and curves, and a sly grin that showed off those cute dimples. Her seductiveness was overwhelming. “Now it’s time I have a little fun with my Tarzan,” she said to herself. Putting her hands on her hips she said, “I figured after Tarzan got a new thong, Amazon should get matching one.” She then turned and looked herself in the floor to ceiling mirror on the wall and exclaimed, “But now it’s ruined. I’m a sweaty mess. I’ve got to take a shower.”

As she began to walk past him to the bathroom, he couldn’t take all the pent-up lust and desire anymore. He grabbed her massive right wrist and growled, “NO. TARZAN WANT AMAZON NOW!” and aggressively slammed her beefy frame to his embrace, grabbed her blonde hair in the back of her neck and kissed her longer and harder than she had ever been kissed before.

While Madelyn expected a strong reaction, she was stunned. It almost made her swoon. But his aggressiveness made the Jungle Amazon persona click in her head and reacted. She took Tarzan by the shoulders and, with a flick of her wrists threw him violently against the wall. Six feet away from him she pointed at Tarzan and growled, “STAY THERE. AND DON’T DARE MOVE!”

With her right hand she ripped off her bikini top, which looked like it was just about explode off her massive muscles anyway, and with her left hand ripped off the bikini bottom exposing her enormous clit and wetness streaming down from her vagina. “ANIMAL! YOU THINK YOU CAN COME HERE AND DO THIS TO ME IN MY JUNGLE!” the Amazon yelled. “I’M BIGGER THAN YOU…. STRONGER THAN YOU…” and she began beating the left side of her chest, above her massive breasts, with her fist.

And then she began flexing. She clasped her hands in front of her and her muscles, her veins from her fingertips to her shoulders seemed to be growing. He was awed… astonished… and worried. She had flexed aggressively at times when they cammed, but this was on a whole different level, seeing her powerful intensity just several feet away from him.

The Amazon then began to put her hands behind her head and began flexing, well, everything almost uncontrollably. Her arms, shoulders, chest, those washboard abs, her thighs, her clit even was growing, everything was popping, she seemed to be growing, gritting her teeth and making her face and much of her body red, moaning and groaning all the time. The motivations for this over-the-top display she used the disgust of her ex-husband, the surprise of his aggressiveness to grab and kiss her, and seeing the awe and lust in “my Tarzan’s” eyes as she continued her amazing display.

At the same time his cock was getting so big due to all this that it was sopping wet with pre-cum. The appendage began to peak out of the side of his jungle g-string. He began to breathe heavily, became fixated on the size of her growing and enlarged clit, and knew how big he was getting, and wondered if there was enough room for him to jam his penis into her pussy when the time was right.

The Amazon then turned around to flex and show off her muscular V-shape back, world class glutes, and diamond shaped calves, ranting, “YOU… TARZAN… BUT… I’M BIGGER… STRONGER…. GRRRAAAAAH!” That’s when Tarzan made his move because he couldn’t possibly take it anymore. He lunged forward and spun her around, deftly ducking a possibly inadvertent left elbow to his face, and growled, “YOU STRONG… BUT TARZAN HAS BIGGEST FUCKING COCK YOU’VE EVER SEEN… AND YOU’VE EVER WANTED!” And with one wild tug he ripped off his leopard g-string, freeing his enlarged manhood to the Amazon’s surprise and delight.

If the rest of the encounter were videoed it would seem like some type of Greco-Roman wrestling match, or two wild animals going after each other, but for them it was pent-up lust of years of camming, emails and flirting. There mutual actions were the likes of which neither could have imagined even hours before. They wound up on the mats of the gym. They were grunting, growling and licking the sweat off of each other’s bodies. Sometimes she was the aggressor holding him down, then it was his turn to control her and gnaw on her massive biceps, suck her toes and make her nipples look like ripe raspberries.

The Amazon, gradually becoming Madelyn again, soon took over… and eventually began to suck his testicles. His cock was big, thick, with veins popping out. She panted, “Mikey… it’s time… me on top.”?” He grunted yes and she quickly climbed on top, riding his cock as if she was like a wild horse. They immediately moved as one. He moaned a long, deep “GRRRRRR…..” as his cock felt the warm wetness of his lover’s vagina, her massive muscles that was milking his thick penis, and the way she was pounding him as if her life depended on it.

Instinctively dominant, she held his arms down and controlling Tarzan for her pleasure, and his. She began to cum moaning over and over, at first “Tarzan,” then “Mikey… Mikey…” over and over. She finally panted, in a whisper, “Mikey… tell me when you’re about to cum… please baby.” After several more slides up and down his thick cock he yelled, “NOW!”

She jumped off his cock like a gymnast just as one enormous jism erupted and landed on his left shoulder. Madelyn frantically began sucking Mike’s cock, taking as much cum as she possibly could. Then, savoring the moment, with a full mouth of his semen, went to kiss him and share his load. Looking back on that move days later, Mike said to himself it was the hottest thing that ever happen to him.

The both of them were breathless after they finished sharing what Madelyn later called, “Tarzan’s protein drink.” Their lips separated, she looked down at him, took the jism off of his shoulder with the edge of her red fingernail and licked it clean. She bit her lower lip, like a shy teenager, and said, “It really tastes sweet… just as sweet as you are.” Whatever red lipstick was on her lips wound up on his nose, where she kissed him tenderly.

She then put her massive arm under his head and they held each other for a time, silently, just listening to each other’s breathing and heartbeats, not saying a word and blissfully content, neither believing all that had happened today and how through the Internet and a lot of luck, they found each other.

The moment was broken a few minutes later when Madelyn’s phone rang, a custom ring tone of “Diamonds Are A Girl’s Best Friend.” She rolled over and grabbed her phone from her purse. Mike only heard Madelyn’s portion of the call. “Hi… Yes, yes you ARE interrupting something… No, we DON’T need two Neapolitan Cappuccinos to be delivered… Yeah, I guess… Okay… OKAY! YOU’RE RIGHT! I’ll tell him. Love ya. Bye!” She rolled over back in Mike’s arms and sighed.

“Damn it, Betty knows me too long and too well,” Madelyn said as she rolled over and put her arm under his head and, again, held him. 

Mike asked, “Cappuccinos? She wants to bring over cappuccinos?”

“It’s not about cappuccinos, silly,” Madelyn cooed. “Betty was just checking in. She could tell by my reaction before, and my voice on the phone that I… well… that I…”

Mike interrupted with a lot of self-satisfaction, “Just made love to a nice guy and had the best sex in your life?”

“Yeah… damn it,” and grinning, she playfully pulled at a few of his chest hairs, to which he faked pain. “You’re getting like HER. And she told me… she told me to tell you she approves, and that, ‘I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.’ ”

Mike said, “Last line in ‘Casablanca,’ right?”

“Damn… both of us knew you’d know that line!” And gave Mike a nice long kiss. She then sat up on her knees looking down at him, her hands on her thighs. The late afternoon sun caressed her gorgeous face… those full lips… those muscles and gorgeous breasts. She was glowing with a mischievous grin on her face.

“C’mon! Get up lazybones! Let’s go skinning dipping!” Madelyn pulled him up to his feet, then ran out to the lanai and dove into the pool, with him scampering after her, also diving in the pool. She grabbed him in the middle of the pool, they embraced and kissed. And she said, “Mikey, let’s go in and dry off in a bit… I wanna show Tarzan the bedroom.”
[The End] 

[UnholyDk1103]

Thanks for this incredibly great story. The way you described it was very realistic, detailed and fun to read.

Do you have more stories or is this your first one?



 

[tarzan7]

Thanks very much. Since it was based on some real people, an adventure or two and some poetic license, since the story took me in a couple of different directions, I'm glad you think it is realistic. This is my first. I don't write fiction and this "writing exercise" may help me breakthrough some problems I'm having with writing I'll get PAID for. LOL!

If I have another "muscle" angle or two for a story, and have the time, I know now where to post it.

One little P.S. - I was thinking of having Betty getting involved with Mike and Madelyn, but, after thinking about it this seemed a bit more realistic.

Thanks!

[QBikk]

Nice and interesting story, thanks for sharing!