The Muscular Mrs. Jones Part 5 Chapter 1
by 009ELI
Hawthorne beach was at the far end of our town. Of the beaches, this was the rich one. All the beaches were public, but this was closer to the well to do neighborhoods and proceeded to attract a more affluent crowds.
Jenni paid the parking and pulled into the lot.
The beach was full for the weekend and the warm sun had brought out a good crowd. A large portion of college age kids were out. Girls tanning and boys running down the beach trying to get their attention. The girls were cute. College age girls who maybe did a little yoga and spin classes on the weekend. At 19 or 20 it’s pretty easy to look cute jotting along the beach and cute they did look as I stared out onto the sand.
We pulled in to park and Sebastian, Jenni and I hoped out of the car.
‘You going to unload or we on our own here Lawrence – ‘
I heard Mrs. Jones chipperly say from behind as I turned to see her and Sebastian unloading the back of the Benz. They pulled out the large beach towels, duffle bags and cooler we had brought for our trip.
‘Seb, here you can hold the bag and food – ‘ Said Jenni as she unloaded the cooler
‘Lawrence, you’re on beach towel duty’ She handed them to me. Easily lifting the towels and other bags out of the cart. I was able to fit the towels under my arms and felt like I could carry more but Mrs. Jones had disappeared around to the front of the SUV.
‘Misses Jones if you need any more help I could—‘
I came around the side of the car to offer my help and found Mrs. Jones had slide off her pink flip-flops and was pulling down her sweat pants around her bulbously muscled thighs. She had bent over at the waist –
‘Oh my—‘ I gasped.
‘Oh mom… Already?’ sighed Sebastian coming up behind us.
‘Seb, I’m sorry. I’m not wearing sweats to the beach and tracking back sand. Deal with it.’
She bent in front of me and reached for her sweat bottoms causing her muscular hamstrings and glutes to bounce as she shifted from foot to foot. Getting one of her feet caught in the bottom cropping of sweat pant she nearly toppled over. I rushed to her side and offered her my hand to, which she took, to help stabilize her.
‘Oh thanks Lawrence, my knight in shinning armor.’ She joked and then threw me a wink, which she seemed to toss around in such a casual manner, but which I clung to and kept the way a lepidopterist would covet and cherish a rare butterfly.
Underneath her sweats Jenni was wearing a small bikini. It wasn’t anything abnormal or overly showy. The white base material was decorated with bright, multi colored polka dots. Your basic Target mom standard bathing suit. Tasteful and fashionable. Only on Jenni it became something else. Perhaps because of its style and dressed down decorum, the suit couldn’t help look incredibly sexy. This was a women whose physical presence was so overwhelmingly powerful it turned a default dressing decision into a fashion statement. The white of the thin straps of the bikini rested on her pumpkin delts and dug in between the deep insertions of her bulldog thick neck only helping to play up her already tanned skin.
‘Let’s go slow pokes.’ Chipped Mrs. Jones. Her energy hyper infectious as always. Never seeming to lag, as if springing from some kind of deep well of jois de vive.
We came over the dunes to the head of Hawthorne where most of the people from are school congregated.
As Jinni hit the beach, her physical superiority not just too any woman, but any man became readily apparent. Heads swiveled to see who the bronzed goddess with the Arnold Scnwanegger shaming physique was. A few college aged kids who obviously took pride in their own bodies due to their slim bikinis turned in our direction.
And they were not alone in noticing either.
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‘Oh my god. Here she comes?’ Said Joanne Halifax, the queen bee amongst the moms at the beach.
‘Who?’ asked Mary Beckon, Joanne’s second in command in the social hierarchy and pecking order of the mom’s who ran their kids around town.
Where Joanne was stinging. Mary was the decidedly sweeter of the group. Both were attractive women, but in her youth Joanne had been born with the kind of natural all American beauty that was coveted by advertisers and men and women alike. In fact, in her past she had even done some catalog modeling. Now a few years older, she still had her classical good looks, but where she was once naturally slender, her metabolism had caught up with her. Eschewing hard work, she instead choose to eat less, giving her body a slim shape in clothes, but out of them, like the bikini she wore today, a bony brittle frame that has commonly come to be known as ‘skinny fat. ‘ Mary was slightly less attractive then Joanne but sweet and wholesomely cute for a mom.
‘Gorilla girl over there.’ Joanne muttered indicting Jenni. Who was trudging over the dunes and toward the beach.
Mary spun her head to follow Joanne’s eye line.
‘Oh my….’ Mary was immediately taken with the visage of the muscle bound mom coming up the sand dunes in all her bikini-covered glory. A slight confusing feeling crept over her, equal parts, fear, envy and attraction. She gasped at the sheer size of the woman who was her contemporary in age, but didn’t even look like she belonged to the same species.
Looking at Jenni’s broad capped shoulders and neck, Mary almost let out an audible gasp. As she followed the contours of the bodybuilder’s body down to the tiny waist which wasn’t much bigger then some of the college freshmen that were playing on the beach. Mary was particularly amazed with the bulging 8 pack abs, which seemed to shift slightly with each step caused by the combination of Jenni’s deep, deep chocolate tan and her near zero percent body fat. A “V “of snaking blue veins surrounded the sides and insertions of her hip flexors giving her abdomen an almost medical anatomy chart sheen of muscularity. Mary, who at the start of the day, had felt confident and cute in her one piece, now tapped her stomach, causing the small layer of body fat she carried around her waist to jiggle, making her feel suddenly feeling very, very inadequate.
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‘Let’s set up here’ Said Jenni. Dropping the bags of food.
‘Coolio… you any good at body surfing?’ Asked Sebastian running off. He turned back to me. ‘You coming slow poke?’
‘You need any help setting up Misses Jones.’ I asked. Genuinely trying to be helpful.
‘Nope, I’m fine and—‘ right then a small alarm beeped on her watch. ‘It’s time for meal two and a half.’ She said smiling and reached into the cooler to pull out a Tupper wear container. ‘Grilled lean chicken, broccoli and exactly seven point five ounces of brown rice.’ I nodded, sure I said, locked into the tractor beam of Jenni’s dazzling deep blue eyes. I was amazed that amongst the gluttony of the grills and men and women sweltering under the sun on a weekend consuming whatever they wanted, Jenni’s discipline was resolute.
‘Last one into the surf is a shark bait!’ Cried Sebastian as he grabbed his body board and headed towards the waves.
‘Go on Lawrence. It’s okay.’ Jenni said smiling. ‘I can protect myself.’ She gave me a smile and nodded towards her son who was disappearing into the swells of the beach.
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‘Oh my muscles. Will you look at that.’ Said Greg Sollad. He was amongst a group guys setting up a grill along the dunes on the beach.
‘Oh yeah. That’s Bill Jones’ wife.’ Said Mark Ganz another dad who constantly wore a white golf hat to hide his bald spot.
‘Wait, Bill Jones the computer guy?’
Greg nodded his head.
‘Bill Jones who looks like he gets winded walking to his mailbox?’
Greg nodded again.
They watched from a distance as Mrs. Jones turned and brushed some sand from one of her muscular glute cheeks. Due to the incredible tertiary strength of the muscle underneath, the brushing hardly caused the body part to move. Instead it bounced momentarily, then quickly returned to it’s gravity defying, sculpted glory.
All the men let out a simultaneous groan. Impressed but also a bit intimidated. It was obvious even from their distance Mrs. Jones was a physically superior specimen.
‘Jeezus what is she putting in her coffee? She looks like she’s part panther.’ Chimed in Brett, another member of dad’s club.
‘Can you imagine ridding that?” Asked Greg.
“I don’t think he does the ridding.’ Joked Mark.
‘Seriously would you hit that?’
‘I don’t know. I’m not big into the cannon ball shoulders.’ Said Kevin O’Connor, one of the other dads. He touched his shoulders self-consciously. At a little over 6 feet tall, they may have been about as broad as Jenni’s but lacked the sculpted rounded fullness and lines of striations that appeared as she rubbed sun tan oil on them.
‘What do you mean? You mean when you lie down at night you don’t want to feel like your sleeping next to a side of beef?‘ Mark joked.
‘Look at that chest, getting a hug from her must be like getting a hug from Arnold Schwarzenegger’ said one of the guys as they all looked at Jenni’s ornately muscled pectorals.
Mrs. Jones sauntered by giving the men a demure wave with one of her girly, pink nail clad hands. All the men quickly sucked in their guts simultaneously returning her wave.
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Sebastian and I played in the surf for what felt like hours. Sweltering under the heat of the day. A few of our other friends had shown up and we took turns riding the waves.
‘Watch me! I’m really going to catch this one’ We’d each cried out trying to impress the other. Even Sarah Solladad, Bill’s daughter, and one of the girls from our school was there. Sarah was easily the catch of our grade. Calm relaxed and cool. It was obvious each boy was taking turns riding the waves trying to impress her.
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On the far side of the beach Jenni seemed to care not a like. She had covered her body with sunscreen, an expensive European blend designed to tan, but also protect her skin, which was radiant with a glow women of her age would have killed for. She sipped water out of large jug she had brought every few moments another aspect to her regimented lifestyle and cracked a book. It was some dumb love story about an old couple in a quaint Southern town who had grown old and lost touch with each other, but were brought back together because true love won out in the end. That was the thing that was in some ways so tantalizing about Mrs. Jones, despite her hyper-muscular, superhero physique she was in most ways a kind of dorky suburban mom who loved bad TV shows about housewives and was thrilled when the summer dresses arrived at the Talbots. Albeit the sleeveless ones to allow for a set of biceps that regularly curled 50 lb. dumbbells.
‘We think you look so cool… can we?’
A college age coed had stopped Mrs. Jones to take a photo.
‘Of course. Mrs. Jones said smiling sweetly. Rising to take the photo.
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Hannah Royce and group of gossipy girls had gathered at the over hang over the beach.
‘Roid Mom showed up.’’ Snipped Hannah with a dismissive click of her tongue before downing another white wine from a small cooler glass she had kept hidden around behind her beach chair.
‘I didn’t know, I think she looks pretty cool.’ Gretchen, a mom from Hannah’s clique chimed in.
‘God she must put a lot of time into the body.’ Added Claire Banks, another mom, who took a sip of white wine from her small plastic.
‘What do you think? Like a couple hours at least.’ Asked Anna, another woman there.
‘I know, Brooke from the club talked to her once. She said she works out at least three hours a day. Does cardio for another or two or so—‘
‘Doesn’t she look it?’ All the women had to nod in agreement. Except Hannah who was fuming.
‘Five hours!?! Five hours a day. That’s like a full time job.’ Sighted an exasperated housewife. ‘Well her husband’s got that computer money, so she can afford not to work, but how are we supposed to compete with that?’
‘Uhm. Don’t think we do.’ Gretchen added indicating the gaggle of men (and women) who would slow down rather obviously as they walked past Mrs. Jones’ set up.
Hannah scowled taking another long pull off her alcohol.
‘God how could anyone find that attractive?’
She puffed up her chest like a monkey and began to do a mocking ‘Neanderthal style’ voice. ‘Me lift weight. Me real macho. Me shoot steroid in my ass.’
‘I don’t know H. She’s in pretty good shape.’ Gretchen countered.
‘How do you think her husband stomachs having sex with her?’
Right then Jenni rose and began approaching the group, perhaps having a sixth sense she was being talked about, but more then likely to greet a group of women she had become circumvent friendly with through her son’s school.
‘Oh hey girl’ Hannah quickly said breaking into a sweet Southern drawl.
Jenni walked to the group and I noticed something interesting happen, before she even got there, the group opened to allow her in. As if sensing her arrival and then reform with her. It reminded me of a thing I read about tribes of gorillas. They can sense their alpha and they quickly fall in line in their presence. Jenni’s body gave her that alpha status here on the beach.
‘We were talking about how great you looked.’ Said Hannah through a shit eating grin.
Jenni blushed ‘Oh well thanks. I’m a little off-season so— How are you ladies doing? I didn’t get to talk to you yet.’ Said Jenni in a matter of fact way trying to square any tension the women may have felt towards her.
I couldn’t help but notice how Jenni held herself compared to the other women. Her body language was open. Her arms and shoulders jutting out from her thick lats caused her arms to hang by her side at a cocked 45 degree angle, forced out as well but the thick development of her chest. Either out of well-earned pride or just due to her sheer musculature, her thickly developed back pushed he chest up slightly. The width her arms hanging, stood in sharp contrast to her slim sculpted waist. Definitely the smallest of the group of women. From then on out her corded thighs caused another roller coaster ride for the eyes. With her thick quads casting shadows over her small, diminutive knee joints.
Standing from behind I could also get a good view of her ass with seemed to push upward with no sag. Jenni stood open her broad chest fearlessly facing the group.
‘How the kids today? Having fun?’ Said Jenni trying to engaged the women who were having trouble finding their voices as they starred somewhat dumb founded a the mass of muscle now in their presence.
‘Oh nobody wants to talk about that… ‘ Hannah said a little bit too loudly.
‘Not with you here, Jenni! Well come on ‘Muscles.’ Show us what you got there—‘ Hannah encouraged as she downed another swig of wine.
‘Hannah don’t do this’ Gretchen whispered under her breath. Her friend, perhaps concerned about what the obviously physically superior woman may due if provoked too far. Hannah had been drinking a bit too much and it showed in her reddened face and the beads of sweat forming on her upper lip.
‘Oh come on. I’m sure ‘Muscles’ over here would love to give us a show.’
Jenni laughed demurely ‘Maybe some other time. Today is really about the kids.’
‘Just one pose. Come on. She loves it.’ Hannah said. Bringing her own arm up into a flex. Her small bicep caused a small ripple in her arm, but also caused the extra fat to hang downward. A sharp contrast to Jenni’s shredded, muscle slathered arms.
Jenni sighed and slowly, in a controlled motion, brought her arms up overhead in a circle. Cocked her hip and stuck out one leg imitating a classic muscle beach Greek god pose I had seen Arnold Schwnegger do. She sucked in her abs which caused her pecs to push up, coming near flush against her chin.
The effect was staggering and had a way of magnifying the smallness of her waist and enlarging her upper body.
‘Oh my…’ I heard one of them women say under her breath.
With that Jenni brought her arms down into a hard bicep flex that left the women open mouth and stunned. She smiled demurely at her audience.
The move by Hannah had backfired. And had quickly and obviously become a miscalculation. Meant to make Mrs. Jones look like a show off, it had the reverse effect and not only made Hannah look petty, but only managed to highlight Jenni’s physical superiority.
Taking on the visage of a performer gifting a group with a performance instead of someone showing off. She was instead an artist displaying her wares for an adoring public who eagerly oh-ed and ah-ed in awe of her. Jenni’s audience quickly gathered as she moved through pose after pose.
‘Can I give it a feel?’ Melinda, a churchy women with a heavy bust asked.
‘Sure.’ Replied Jenni matter of factly.
Melinda ran her hands over the woman’s large vein covered arms.
‘My gawd, they are rock hard to the touch!’ She squealed. ‘ Go on girls you got to feel this. It’s unreal.
The other girls, once the social boundary was crossed, quickly joined in pawing at the baseball-sized bicep in front of them and cooing like schoolgirls.
‘You can’t dent it. Go on give it a feel Hannah.’
‘I’m good. Sticky hands’ Hannah seethed managing the last remaining resevoirs of her coolness.
Jenni stood there confidently holding her pose.
‘You got to feel this Hannah. It’s unreal.’ The girls continued.
Jenni turned and locked eyes with her tormentor.
‘Come on Hannah, it won’t bite.’ A sly smile crossed her face. The closest I’d ever seen to the sweet Mrs. Jones turn to tormenting.
Jenni turned her large bicep under the bitchy women’s face and caused her bicep’s high peak to bounce. Mere inches from the smaller women’s nose and face. In fact it was so close it nearly caused Hannah’s expensive sunglasses to fly off.
‘I’m quiet fine.’ Hannah turned up her nose and quickly turned away beckoning her husband. ‘Come on Harold.’
Leaving Jenni at the center of the women who began to badger her with questions about what to do about their sadal bags and how to stop drooping triceps.
Completely dominating her group of admirers. Jenni was now the true alpha.