Atypical Vacation

[crow004]

This is an amazing story! Please keep going!

[spoonmaster]

All right, here we go, the beginning of day three, and Jamie is starting to crank up the heat!




Tuesday (part1)


I walked through the door. Jamie was standing there in a trench coat. She pulled it off.
She was dressed in the same workout outfit Lara wore in the movie. She took me into a
room with a bunch of weights. She grabbed a huge barbell, and lifted it easily over her
head.

That’s when I woke up. “Damn, she’s in my head!” I thought with a shake of my head.
Maybe this was her plan all along; to mess with me, get in my head. I looked down at my
cock; it was rock hard. Maybe her plan was working.

That’s when I noticed that I was in bed again, and again did not remember walking here.
Yesterday I was only marginally curious with how I got up here. Today, after movie
night last night, I couldn't help but to wonder if Jamie was responsible. The idea was
preposterous. I weighed 245lbs. I was 6’3”. I don’t care how buff Jamie had gotten, she
was a foot shorter than I was and couldn’t weigh much more than 120. The only way she
could have possibly got me up here was with a forklift.

She somehow knew about my love of strong women, and yet kept up her claim of being
my fantasy woman. Could she have really spent the last six years working out trying to
get as strong is possible? She certainly looked like she was in phenomenal shape, but
being in great shape didn’t mean she was strong, certainly not as strong as I had
fantasized about. Again I wondered in what way she thought she was my dream girl.
She was an amazing athlete, and I assumed her increased muscle mass enhanced her
athleticism. Maybe she had hit the gym hard, tried to get as strong as possible, but then,
when she realized the level of strength I truly desired was unattainable, sought to become
dominant in other areas. She certainly seemed to have mastered investing.

With investments on my mind, I fired up my iPad and checked the markets. I looked at
the numbers without really seeing them. I couldn't get Jamie out of my mind. Would it
really be so bad if we became a couple? A lot of people say the best person to marry is
your best friend, and no one is as close to me as Jamie, not by a long shot. Why couldn't
it work? Its not like she was a bitch, or hideously deformed; quite the opposite on both
counts. I just had to somehow get over this mental image I had of her being my sister.
I shut down my iPad, the stock market forgotten. Maybe I was going about this all wrong.
Ever since Jamie told me she loved me, I'd been trying to find reasons it wouldn't work
out. Maybe it was time to look for ways that it would. With renewed resolve, I threw on
some clothes and headed toward the kitchen.

Once more I arrived just as Jamie was finishing up making breakfast. A bowl of sausage
links was already steaming on the table, and Jamie was serving the last of a batch of
blueberry pancakes from the griddle. The coffee maker sighed, signaling it was finished
the second I walked through the door, and there was already a glass of orange juice on the
table as well as a bowl of freshly cut fruit.

"How do you do that?"

She turned to me, flashing a brilliant smile. Her gleaming teeth were almost as white as
the beach cover-up that hung around her body, loose and flowing except across her chest.
The whiteness of the garment really brought out the deepness of her tan and showed off a
lot more of her toned, athletic legs than her previous outfit. It was still quite conservative,
all things considered.

"How do I do what?"

"How do you keep just finishing up breakfast the second I walk through the door?" I sat
down at the table and took a swallow of orange juice. It was freshly squeezed, just the
way I liked it.

She brought over a large plate of steaming hot pancakes and a jar of 100% Pure Vermont
Grade A Maple Syrup. The smile never left her face. "Because I anticipate your every
need and desire." She set the plate down in front of me and gave me a little peck on the
cheek. "Just as every fantasy woman should."

"Anticipating my desires is one thing, a true fantasy girl would be able to fulfill them." I
nearly choked on my first bite of pancakes! I can't believe I just flirted with her! She
really was in my head.

Jamie pounced on the opening. "I was going to ease into that; wait 'til you were a little
more comfortable before I started fulfilling your fantasies in ways you couldn't even
imagine." She leaned in closer; I could feel her breath hot on my ear. "But if you're ready
now, I'll have your heart pounding and your cock rock hard so fast your head will spin."
She used that voice again that made my blood boil and brought back my erection.

On top of that, this time I did choke on my pancake, and wound up spitting pieces all
over the table. My face reddened, Jamie giggled.

"Let's... uh... not move so quickly. We still have plenty of time left in the week for you to
properly seduce me." Oh god, did I really just say that!

Jamie just smiled, she was clearly enjoying herself. "As you wish."

She started to move over to her chair, but I grabbed her wrist, stopping her. "Jame, wait."

She turned back around and cocked an eyebrow inquisitively.

I took a deep breath and cleared my throat. "Look, I just wanted you to know that I
realize how much trouble you went through to set all this up, and how much time and
effort you must have put in to... uh... change for me." God, I felt so dumb saying that.
"And I'm not making things easy for you. I've been fighting you every step of the way,
and that's not fair to you. So I've decided, starting now, I'm going to be as open-minded
as I can, and stop being such a grump."

Jamie seemed pleased at my proclamation, but didn't say anything. Well, words were
cheap; maybe she needed some sign of my willingness to adapt. I grabbed her arms and
pulled her close. I took a big gulp, and then pulled her lips to mine. I trembled at the feel
of her lips, but I was determined to show her I was committed. With only a little
hesitation, I parted my lips and slipped my tongue into her mouth. My whole body was
shaking. The deep recesses of my mind recoiled at what I was doing. I just kept telling
myself that it was okay; she's not your sister.

After what seemed like forever, I pulled my tongue from her mouth and let go of her. I
somehow managed to fight the tremendous urge to spit. I looked her in the eye, managed
a smile, and said. "There, see."

Jamie just giggled and mussed up my hair. "You're sweet." She said before going around
the table to take her seat. I let out a long breath I didn't realize I was holding in. How
many times was I going to have to do that before it didn't seem weird anymore?

We enjoyed our breakfast. I really enjoyed it. The pancakes were delicious, the sausage
perfectly browned, and the fruit was fresh and sweet. If nothing else, I sure was eating
well this week. "So, what's on tap for today." I asked as we were finishing up breakfast.

"Well, no offense, Paul, but you look exhausted. How about we spend the day relaxing.
There's a beautiful, secluded beach right out our back door. We can get you some r&r this
morning. This afternoon, I thought we might boat out to a coral reef that's a couple miles
off shore. It's supposed to be breathtaking. I thought we could do a little snorkeling."

That all sounded good to me. I certainly hadn't slept well the past two nights, and nothing
relaxed me more than the soothing sound of waves lapping against the shore. Not to
mention I’d always wanted to go snorkeling.

We finished up breakfast, and I got up to do the dishes, but Jamie held me off one more
time. "No, you go change, I'll get this."

"Oh come on, it'll take me two seconds to change. You've done everything so far, not to
mention footing the bill. Let me help."

But Jamie was adamant. "I told you not to worry about money." She grabbed my wrist
and turned me around. I was a little surprised. I had actually tried to resist her. She
pushed me against my will. (Who had put me in bed the last two nights?) "This is your
week, Paul. Like you said, I went to a lot of trouble to make sure everything is perfect,
and I won't have you messing it up." She pushed me gently toward the door. Again I tried
to resist, and again it didn't seem to make a lick of difference.

"Okay, fine, I'll go. No need to be all pushy." I went back to my room and put my
swimsuit on.

I wasn't gone very long, but Jamie had already gotten the kitchen spotless and was
putting suntan lotion on her arms when I came back. Was she throwing the dishes in the
trash? But I could hear the soft sounds of the dishwasher. She must wash dishes really
quickly.

She finished up her arms and then pulled the cover up over her head. I heard myself gasp
as I gazed at her body. I had seen Jamie in a swimsuit before, but I never really saw her.
Not like I did now.

She wore a gleaming white, string bikini that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
For the first time, I got a good look at just how amazing her body was. Her skin was
seemingly unblemished by freckle, mole, hair, vein, scar, or wrinkle. Her entire body was
evenly covered with a gorgeous, golden brown tan. There was not an ounce of fat to be
seen. Every limb and contour was flawlessly shaped and perfectly proportioned. Her legs
and arms looked powerful and athletic. She had broad shoulders and a wide back that
tapered down into a waist so tiny it looked photoshopped. Her stomach bore the outline
of a well-toned set of abs that flared out to wide hips completing the perfect hourglass
figure. But it was her chest that drew most of my attention.

Jamie's breasts had shot out of the gate right at the beginning of puberty and hadn't
stopped growing until they were simply massive. Each breast was big and full and so
perfectly shaped that I'd assume they were implants if I hadn't seen her grow them first
hand. I had no idea how big they were, but I knew girls who had D cup breasts and
Jamie's were definitely larger. They looked even bigger on Jamie's 5'3" frame. I always
felt a little uncomfortable around her when she wore form-fitting clothes. I loved big
breasts on a women, what man didn't, and I'd be lying if I said my gaze didn't linger from
time to time on her chest when she was wearing provocative clothing. But doing so
always made me feel dirty.

Something was a little different today. I was sure she knew I was in the room, but she
was ignoring me, inviting me to stare at her body undisturbed. I surprised myself by
obliging her. Her full breasts pushed the cloth of her bikini out so far I was afraid it might
burst. The overmatched material pushed into the sides of her chest, squeezing her breasts
together to form the most amazing display of cleavage I had ever seen in my life. As big
as they were, they still sat high and proud on her chest, without the slightest hint of sag. I
felt my heart beat a little faster, and blood drain down to my crotch as her incredible
beauty had its desired effect. How had I never been attracted to her before? Gay men
would drool at the perfection of her body.

Still ignoring my presence, she poured suntan lotion on her hands and started applying it
to her breasts. She rubbed her hand in and out of her deep cleavage with slow, sensual
strokes. She actually moaned a little as she let her hands linger much longer than
necessary on those amazing breasts. I couldn't believe how turned on I was; I actually felt
my cock push against the fabric of my shorts.

After lubing up, she spent a while carefully making sure each breast was sitting perfectly
in the tiny cup of her bikini. The whole process was done without her so much as
glancing up.

"You like what you see?" The question was so sudden and unexpected; I nearly jumped
out of my skin. I quickly averted my eyes as I felt the heat of embarrassment color my
cheeks. Maybe I was a dirty old man.

She looked up at me with a seductive smile on her face. "You don't have to be
embarrassed, Paul; I want you to look. It takes a lot of work for me to keep my body
looking like this. It would be a shame if the right person didn't get to enjoy it."
I was put off guard with how brazen she was being. Much more forward than she was
yesterday.

She put her hands behind her back and thrust her chest out. She twisted back and forth
slowly, adopting the look of an innocent child. "You know, I normally dressed pretty
conservatively, except when I knew we were going to be alone. I had a whole section of
low cut tops in my closet that I wore just for you. I knew how much you liked big
boobies. You were never one to pass up a glance when we passed a busty woman on the
street; yet you never looked at mine, no matter how sexy my top was. It was pretty
frustrating, actually."

She walked towards me slowly, her chest filling up my vision more and more as she got
closer and closer. "I picked out this bikini just for you. So please, stare as much as you
want. I like it when you stare, it makes me feel sexy."

I didn't know what to say. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. It was
like being in a porno. She just smiled up at me serenely, trying to put me at ease.
I was actually torn. Part of me really wanted to stare at her breasts. They were fantastic,
and I was getting aroused. If it were any other girl, I'd probably have my face buried in
her cleavage by now. But this wasn't any other girl.

Jamie broke the uneasy silence, seemingly unperturbed at my reluctance to stare at her
tits. The very thought sounded weird in my head. She held up the bottle of suntan oil
she'd been using. "Could you do my back?"

"Huh...what...oh, sure." I took the bottle from her and she thankfully turned around and
pulled her wavy brown hair around to her front, revealing her broad back and shoulders.
The skin of her back was just as perfect as the front of her. Even relaxed, I could see the
outline of the muscles of her back. She must have put a ton of time into toning up; every
single muscle I could think of was well represented.

I squirted some oil onto my hand and started rubbing it in. Her skin was impossibly soft;
it felt like silk beneath my hands. They glided easily across her back, as my fingers tried
to dig unsuccessfully into rock hard muscle beneath. I had never felt anyone so solid
before. It was like she was carved out of marble. Maybe she was stronger than I thought.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, that feels so good." She moaned as I let my hands roam around her
skin, probably a bit longer than I needed to. Finally, I pulled my hands away from her
with a twinge of regret.

She turned around, a dreamy look in her eyes. "Thank you. That was wonderful. Do you
see anything else you'd like to put some lotion on?" She breathed in deeply, and I
couldn’t keep my eyes from dropping to her chest as it seemed to grow larger and larger
until I could hear it strain against her bikini top.

I was so entranced by her expanding chest, the suntan oil bottle fell from my hand and
banged on the ground. I quickly apologized for staring as I bent down to grab the bottle,
only to have my head slam into her abundant cleavage. I think she might have giggled in
delight as my head bounced up off her incredibly solid breasts. It actually hurt my head a
little.

I was mortified over what I did. I stood straight up; trying to apologize so fast I'm not
sure I was using actual words.

Jamie just giggled at me. "It's fine, don't worry about it. Now turn around and let me do
you." She grabbed me by then hips and turned me around, again handling me with
surprising ease. She pushed me down to sit on one of the kitchen chairs.

I was so jittery; I doubted I could sit there for a second. I just wanted to run out of the
room and hide my face.

Then, she dug her fingers into my back. Oh my god in heaven! The stress that had been
building up over the past several days seeped out of my body, evaporating into the air
like a fine mist, and just as quickly forgotten. Her magical fingers roamed over my back,
digging into muscle and releasing tension. I felt so relaxed I practically went limp. I
would have fallen out of my chair if Jamie's hands weren't keeping me up.

She worked at my back for a long time, before finally releasing me and giving me a light
pat. "There, does that feel better?"

"Better? Are you kidding, that was incredible! I haven't felt this good in forever. How'd
you learn to do that?"

I got another peck on the cheek. "My roommate’s sister was a master masseuse. She
taught me several ways to bring a man to total relaxation. If you're a good boy I'll show
you some of the others." It was a testament to how loose I felt that I didn't even react to
her tease.

[sgsg69]

These chapters are such a tease, great writing style, K+...can't wait for more

[crow004]

The chemistry you created between these two is just incredible! I love the slow pace of her seduction and his absolute torture over it

[Naifhii]

What you did to us .. You must complete the story quickly .. You have a wonderful ability to attract the reader

[phil123]

What a great story. Cant' wait to read what happens the next days

[spoonmaster]

Thank you all for the very kind words.  An artist is always glad to know his work is appreciated.  Here the next part for your reading enjoyment.





Tuesday (part 2)


Jamie pulled me to my feet and led me out through the open wall to a covered porch
where a fireplace, or I guess fire pit, sat. Beyond was a large pool sitting in a deck made
of highly polished stone. The water came right up to the edge of the pool and was
refreshingly cool to the touch. On one side of the pool was a fully stocked bar, with three
different beers on tap, and a hot tub that would comfortably seat four. On the other side,
was a small pool house built of the same design as the main villa. It was filled with
towels, extra chairs, an assortment of rafts and various squirt guns, beach balls and other
pool toys. Six chairs were spread around the pool in pairs with a small table between
each. In one corner was a table with four chairs around it. Banyans and palms provided
shade throughout the deck, with plenty of sunny areas for those who wished to soak in
some rays.

At the far end of the pool, a stone path lined with tiki torches wandered down a gentle
slope through the trees. At the other end of the path stood a large tiki hut, filled with
towels, blankets, chairs, umbrellas, surfboards, boogie boards, snorkeling and scuba gear,
life jackets and a vast array of games that could be enjoyed on the beach.

I stopped at the end of the path and stood admiring the amazing view. The emerald blue
ocean stretched out under a clear blue sky. Moderate sized waves crashed dozens of yards
off the shore, dissipating into a gently rolling current that lapped lazily against the shore.
Soft white sand stretched left and right as far as the eye could see without a soul in sight.
Looking back, the trees practically hid the house from view, leaving a backdrop of lush
tropical foliage. Terns and pelicans skimmed low across the water, swooping in
occasionally to pluck out a fish, and a light breeze took the edge off the early morning
heat.

“Wow.”

Jamie put her arm around me. “Yeah, wow.”

We stood there for a while, taking in the incredible view. Eventually, she yanked on my
hand. “Come on.” She led me down to the water’s edge, where a pair of lounge chairs
with plush cushions was set up. A low table sat between them bearing the book I was
reading on the plane, my iPod and a bowl of freshly cut mangos. A cooler filled with ice
and an assortment of beers sat at the base of the table. A pair of surfboards and boogie
boards sat near the water’s edge.

“Well, you sure did think of everything, didn’t you?” She just smiled.

We spent the next hour playing in the water. We swam for a bit, and then I grabbed a
boogie board (there wasn’t a lot of surfing where I normally vacationed at Cape Cod) to
ride the waves. Jamie opted for a surfboard and proceeded to amaze me with her skill.
She rode the board easily like she was born with it on her feet, easily maneuvering up and
down waves like she’d been surfing all her life. When I mentioned how impressed I was
at her prowess, she simply shrugged it off. “Well, I have been living in California for the
past couple of years.” She told me, like everyone who lived in California was an expert
surfer.

I pulled myself out of the water and plopped down onto a comfortable lounge chair,
popping open a Summer Shandy. I put on my iPod, and watched Jamie continue to surf
for a little bit before I dozed off.

I'm not sure how long I slept, but when I woke up, Jamie wasn’t surfing, nor was she
sitting next to me. I took a moment to slowly bring myself back to consciousness before
looking around for her. I didn't see her anywhere on the beach, and was looking back
toward the house to see if she had went in there when I heard splashing coming from the
ocean.

I turned just in time to see Jamie emerging from the water. The water cast a sheen over
her body, enhancing her unreal features. She ran her hands down her torso, tossing her
head back and forth to let water spray out from her wet hair. She looked amazing. It was
like being in a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition photo shoot. The contours of her body,
the water glistening on her skin, the sunlight hitting her just right to accentuate her every
curve. She was simply breathtaking.

She sauntered to her chair, clearly pleased with the reaction she got. "Did you have a
good nap?"

"As a matter of fact, I did. I feel better than I have in a long time."

"Good."

I watched as she reclined back onto her chair, arching her back slightly to accentuate the
curves of her chest.

I sat there, staring at this incredible vision, wondering what I ever did to get such an
exquisite creature to fall so madly in love with me. "Can I ask you a question?"

She turned to look at me. God was she beautiful. "Of course."

"How did you know... about my thing for strong women? I never told anyone except
Mike, and I know he didn’t tell you. I thought I did a good job of hiding it."

"Why did you try to hide it?"

"Because it's embarrassing."

"Why's it embarrassing?"

I shrugged. "It's just not normal. Society tells us that guys are supposed to be stronger,
faster, and more athletic than women. They're supposed to be embarrassed when a girl
beats them at something."

"But you don't find that embarrassing?" It wasn't really a question.

"No. I mean, I’m kind of competitive, when I’m competing against other guys. But the
thought of a woman being so strong that she could overpower me and I could do nothing
to stop it, well for some reason that’s just always turned me on."

"Have you ever known a woman who could dominate you like that?"

"No, not really. I mean I've known some athletic women. Some could even hold their
own in events that relied mostly on aim or coordination, but I’ve never met a woman
even close to my strength, let alone stronger."

"So you want a woman to physically humiliate you?" she inquired.

"No. I don't want to be talked down to, or humiliated, or emasculated, or anything like
that. I just think a woman who can completely overwhelm me with her strength -- and in
a playful way mind you -- would be kind of sexy." I stopped for a second. And gave her a
questioning look. "You don't think that's weird, do you?"

"People are attracted to all manner of weird things. Guys like licking women's feet. I've
seen videos of women giving blowjobs to horses, or eating poop. I mean hell, breasts are
just two lumps of fat on a woman's chest -- well, some women’s breasts are mostly fat --
yet guys seem to act like they have some kind of magical properties. So I don't think it's
weird at all that a strong, powerful woman is appealing to you. In fact, I've met so many
guys who look down on women just because they're women, that it's refreshing to know a
guy who's comfortable with a woman being not just his equal, but his superior."

It was a relief to hear her say that. However this week went, Jamie was still one of the
most important people in my life. I wouldn’t be able to bear it if she thought ill of me.
"You never answered my question though. How did you know how I felt?"

Jamie shrugged, blushing slightly. "Paul, I worshipped you for a long time. I was
obsessed with finding out what you liked, so that I could be that woman. When you study
someone that intently, it's only a matter of time before you find what you're looking for.
Don't get me wrong; you hid it very well, but we were together so often it was only a
matter of time before you let something slip."

My curiosity was piqued. "What did I let slip?"

"Well, Mrs. Henderson moving in down the street was my first hint."

Linda Henderson was the only woman I'd ever known with a muscular physique, and as
such, was the object of my affection through much of high school. Unfortunately, she
was 37 and married to a doctor, but I tried to make excuses to walk by her house as often
as possible. I thought I was so subtle.

"At first I thought it was muscle that turned you on. Then we started watching wrestling.
It was pretty clear you weren't all that interested, and I was never sure why we watched it,
until Canyda came on. Again, I thought it was a muscle thing. That girl was huge, and
you were always glued to the TV when she was on. But then she lifted that ref up over
her head. Well, lets just say I’d never seen you look like that before. And so from there
on out, I knew. And once I knew what to look for, it was fairly easy to find corroborating
evidence."

And there it was. My secret laid bare for all to see, if one knew where to look. "And so
you spent the last six years working out so that you could be stronger than me?" The tone
of my voice made it clear how unlikely I thought that to be.

"No, of course not." She made it sound like the mere thought was ridiculous, which I
suppose it was. "I spent the last six years training to become stronger, faster, smarter and
more athletic than you."

It sounded so weird to hear someone say that, not the least because it was totally
ludicrous. Normally I'd assume she was joking, but there was no humor in her voice. Not
to mention the fact that a person wouldn't go to all this trouble for a joke. Still, it was
pretty hard to believe. "And did you... uh... become all strong and fast and stuff."

She was grinning now; most likely because of the way I was squirming in my seat. As
ridiculous as all this sounded, the thought of Jamie being as powerful as she claimed
aroused me. For the first time this week I realized that this seduction was starting to
work. "I’d like to think so. But in the end, only you can decide whether or not I’m strong
enough for you?"

My mind was racing. She couldn’t possibly understand what strong enough for me was.
“Uh, Jame, in the interest of full disclosure, my true fantasy woman can do a whole lot
more than just lift me over her head.” I actually felt like a bit of a jerk, quantifying what I
hoped she would be.

But Jamie didn’t seem concerned. “I know that, Paul.” She reached out and patted my
hand. “Don’t you worry sweetie, I think you’ll be quite impressed with what I can do.” I
actually felt aroused at the thought.

“Now that’s out of the way, lets play a game." She got up from her chair, and skipped
over to the tiki hut. She came back a moment later with a bag that she upended in front of
me. Out spilled a bocce set.

It confirmed my suspicions from earlier. Of course she hadn't gained super strength, the
mere thought was ludicrous. But, she had always been very athletic. I now had no doubt
that she spent the last several years honing her incredible athleticism, in hopes that it
would be enough to satisfy my desire for strong women.

Of course, if she thought she was going to dominate me playing bocce, she had another
think coming to her. I never played that much growing up, but The Wharton School of
Business was the bocce capital of the east coast. It was the thing the students there did to
unwind. I played bocce all through grad school, I played a lot of bocce, and I had gotten
pretty damn good at it. She was going to be hard pressed to beat me at my own game.
The object was simple. Each player got four bocce balls; in this case, there were four
green and four red ceramic balls about the size of a grapefruit, each weighing a few
pounds. One player would throw a small white ball about the size of a cue ball, called a
pallino. Then each player would take turns throwing their larger bocce balls as close to
the pallino as they could. You got a point for each bocce you had closer to the pallino
than your opponent's closest bocce. A game was generally played to 15, and you had to
win by two.

I decided right from the get go that I wasn't going to take it easy on her. If she wanted to
dominate me, she was going to have to do it on her own merit. Unfortunately, this was
simply the wrong sport for Jamie to dominate me in.

It's not that she was horrible, she was actually pretty good, but she had vastly
underestimated how good I was. She made some good tosses, but I always managed to
get a little closer, much to her dismay. In fact, it wasn't even close. It took me several
rounds, but eventually I worked my way up to a 13-0 lead. I was on a roll, no pun
intended. We were playing what was going to wind up being our last round of the game. I
had tossed the pallino very close, and while she had three bocces close, the last two I
needed had rolled up right against the pallino, way closer than hers. She only had one
bocce left. Unless she made some kind of miracle shot, I was going to shut her out.

It was a little disappointing. At the beginning of the game, I was actually excited to see if
she could overwhelm me. Truth be told, I was actually slightly aroused. Not any more
though. If she was expecting to woo me with her physical prowess, she had a long way to
go. I couldn't help but to get a little dig in. "You know, maybe we should have started
with something a little easier, like a spelling contest."

She turned her back on the pallino and gave me a wry look. "I got you right where I want
you."

"Yeah right. You know, it would be a little more impressive if you got A point."

Suddenly she grinned. The frustrated look was gone from her face and replaced by a
confident grin. "OK." Without even looking, Jamie casually tossed her last bocce over
her shoulder.

I thought she was giving up by the haphazard way she tossed the ball, but she held my
gaze with a knowing look that made me think maybe something else was going on.
Then I saw her ball land right between mine! My balls shot away from the pallino in
different directions. I actually had to dodge one. When everything stopped moving, I
looked down in amazement. The ball Jamie had so casually tossed, had landed right on
top the pallino, giving her a point. Not only that, it had knocked my balls so far away that
her other three were all closer than my closest one. Just like that, she scored 4 points,
bringing the score to 13-4.

I just stood there for a moment, my mouth hanging open. That was an impossible shot!
There was no way she did that on purpose. "That was a lucky shot." I said accusingly.
"But, you still have a long way to go before you're back in this game." With renewed
determination, I got ready for the next round. There was no way she was beating me.
It was her turn to pitch the pallino, which she threw a moderate distance. I made a
beautiful toss with my first bocce. It rolled up to about a foot from the pallino. I looked at
Jamie triumphantly. "Beat that!

She giggled at me! With a light fling, she arced her bocce through the air, over my ball,
and landed it softly, right in front of the pallino. I tried with my second shot to move her
ball, but missed. Her second ball landed directly to the right of the pallino, her third to the
left, and her last one right behind. Neither of my final two shots got anywhere close
enough to make a difference. When we walked up to look at the balls, Jamie's four had
formed a perfect box around the pallino, each of the four touching it. She gave me this
shit eating, innocent grin. "Looks like that's another four for me." Her smile lit her face.

I had to say I was impressed. I had seen a lot of good bocce players over the last couple
years and none of them could come close to pulling off the shots Jamie was now making.
"Don't get too cocky, I'm still up 13-8."

Not for long. This time it was my turn to throw the pallino. I gave it a good hard chuck,
trying to make it far enough away that my greater strength would come in to play and
give me an edge. But her first bocce easily sailed the distance and rolled right up behind
the pallino. I was impressed. That was a long way to throw a three-pound ball. Maybe she
was stronger than she looked. I tossed my ball to land in front of the pallino, trying to
block her shot. Jamie complimented me on the shot and then launched her second ball. It
smashed into mine, knocking it clear from her path. Not only that, but her own ball
careened off mine right toward her other ball and it wound up nestling right against the
pallino.

My next two shots were both followed by her knocking my ball clear while rolling her
ball right up against the pallino, once again forming a protective box around our target.
My fourth ball had no chance. I was beyond impressed. The level of skill and accuracy it
took to pull off those four shots was amazing. What's more, her plan was working! I
actually found myself getting aroused by her! I still held a slight lead at 13-12, but the
way Jamie was playing made her victory seem a lock.

She plucked the pallino up off the ground and tossed it up and down a few times. "So,
you want to try to make this a distance thing, huh. Well, let's see what we can do about
that." With a heave, she launched the pallino down the beach, much farther than my last
fling. The thing flew and flew until it finally landed, maybe 100 yards away. It was an
impressive hurl for a ball the size of the pallino. For the much bigger and heavier bocce
ball, it would be impossible to reach. Still, I decided to give it the good ole college try,
so I hurled my first bocce with all the strength I could muster. The thing barely made it
half way to the pallino.

Now it was Jamie's turn. She winked at me, and then with an almost casual toss, she
launched her bocce down the beach. It didn't make it to the pallino either, but it did wind
up rolling a few feet past mine.

No way! How the hell did she do that? She must know some technique that gave her
some extra distance.

We still had three bocce balls left. I grabbed the next one and really wound up this time
before hurling it down the beach with all of my might. It didn’t go any further than my
first attempt, and now my arm was starting to hurt!

Jamie was shooting me a smoldering look. "Did you really think I'd challenge you to
bocce if I didn't think I could crush you?" She launched her next bocce without any of the
wind up or fanfare that I just used. It just made it all that more unbelievable when her ball
sailed past both of my balls in the air. It landed and kept on rolling, still short of the
pallino, but a good twenty yards further than any of mine. I felt my jaw drop! That had to
be more than just technique, didn’t it? Jamie giggled.

My next ball failed to reach my other two, and my arm was shot. If Jamie just got one of
her two balls past the furthest one I had out there, she would win. There was no way my
last bocce was going anywhere.

"I could have crushed you like that!" she said, snapping her fingers. "But I thought it
would be a little more fun if I strung you along a bit." Her third ball sailed through the air
beyond all the other balls on the sand. This time the bocce rolled all the way up to nestle
snuggly against the pallino. I was in a state of disbelief. How was she throwing those
balls that far?

"15-12; I win." She walked right up to me, and placed her hand gently on my bare chest.
"So, what do you think? Did you enjoy that, being completely dominated at a game that
you thought you were good at, by a little girl? We could play again if you'd like, this time
I'll only use two balls and I'll still beat you. Maybe I'll toss my balls with my back to the
pallino, or with my eyes closed. I'd still beat you, no problem. You'd like that wouldn't
you?"

I was in such stunned disbelief that I hadn't realized that my cock was rock hard. I was
completely aroused! I had never been so thoroughly beaten in anything by anyone before.
My fantasy had always been to be overwhelmed by a woman with incredible strength,
and while Jamie didn’t use strength to dominate me -- well, not only strength -- I still
found that I was more excited that I’d ever been before.

I couldn't find a way to put any of that into words, but I didn't have to. It was evident that
Jamie read it all on my face. She dropped her hand from my chest, letting it subtly brush
against my crotch. She giggled again as she touched my erection. Then she brought her
attention to the last bocce ball, still in her hand.

"Oh look, I still have one left. Well, I guess I won't be needing this anymore." And with
that, she heaved the bocce ball down the beach with all her might. The ball hurled from
her arm like it was shot from a cannon. I watched in wonder as the bocce sailed easily
past my balls. The thing was still rising as it got to the pallino, 100 yards away, and kept
going! It must have flown well more than 200 yards before the thing finally bounced on
the ground, but it didn’t stop there. It just kept bouncing and rolling for what seemed like
forever. By the time it finally stopped, I could barely see it.

I stared after the ball slack jawed long after it came to rest. When I finally turned my
stunned gaze back to Jamie, she was holding her arms behind her back, her chest sticking
out, twisting back and forth, an innocent smile on her face. She brought up the arm she
just used to hurl the bocce and flexed her bicep for me. An incredible ball of perfectly
shaped muscle rose up from her tightly toned arm. It wasn't huge by most standards, but
it looked absolutely massive on a girl her size. "What do you think? Impressed?"

I was too dumbfounded to be impressed, or say anything.

Clearly enjoying the effect she was having on me, she relaxed and flexed her bicep
several times while I stared at her powerful arm. After a few moments of posing, she
relaxed her arm. "Come on, let’s have some lunch."

She had to practically drag me back to the house. My mind was so preoccupied with
trying to figure out how she just threw the ball that far that I had nothing left to process
the mechanics of walking. There had to be some logical explanation for what I just saw.
I’m not sure there was a distance record for throwing a bocce ball, but if there was, Jamie
had just crushed it.

Thing is, there’s no such thing as super strength. Super strength is a gimmick they use in
comic books. Or a plot device some hack writer includes in a fantasy story he posts on
one of those obscure Internet fetish sites;) Jamie simply couldn’t be strong enough to do
what I just saw her do.

She knew I fantasized about being lifted overhead. If she really was interested in turning
me on, and did possess super-human strength, it would stand to reason that she would
try to attract me by fulfilling one of my long-standing fantasies. But she hadn’t used her
strength on me at all; she used a prop.

And there it was. It was some kind of parlor trick; it had to be. She used some kind of
optical illusion, or trick ball, or some other special effect that made it seem like she was
stronger than she was. It was the only thing that made sense.

I sat down on the couch, pondering the morning events as Jamie cooked our lunch. She
made delicious homemade fried chicken, which was crunchy and perfectly spiced on the
outside, tender and juicy on the inside. She fixed some sides of spicy fried potatoes and
fresh corn on the cob, with sweet iced tea to wash it all down.

“Mmmmm,” I said as I polished off my second piece of chicken. “That was delicious.
Where’d you learn how to cook?”

Jamie had that dreamy look in her eyes that she got every time I enjoyed something she
prepared for me. "I live with a girl who’s a fantastic cook. I watch her from time to time
to get some pointers.”

Again she swatted me away when I tried to help her clean up. I suppose some people
would like being waited on hand and foot, but it made me feel weird. I was used to doing
things for myself

[crow004]

 
"15-12; I win." She walked right up to me, and placed her hand gently on my bare chest.
"So, what do you think? Did you enjoy that, being completely dominated at a game that
you thought you were good at, by a little girl? We could play again if you'd like, this time
I'll only use two balls and I'll still beat you. Maybe I'll toss my balls with my back to the
pallino, or with my eyes closed. I'd still beat you, no problem. You'd like that wouldn't
you?"

 I was completely aroused! I had never been so thoroughly beaten in anything by anyone before.
My fantasy had always been to be overwhelmed by a woman with incredible strength,

She dropped her hand from my chest, letting it subtly brush
against my crotch.

 she was holding her arms behind her back, her chest sticking
out, twisting back and forth, an innocent smile on her face. She brought up the arm she
just used to hurl the bocce and flexed her bicep for me. An incredible ball of perfectly
shaped muscle rose up from her tightly toned arm. It wasn't huge by most standards, but
it looked absolutely massive on a girl her size. "What do you think? Impressed?"


And there it was. It was some kind of parlor trick;

Some kind of parlor trick, he thinks. Boy this guy has a will of steel. I would have melted right there before her. The false image of her being my sister would be dead and buried for good.

Can't wait to see what happens next!

[thebaron]

Great story really good read.

[spoonmaster]

The rest of Tuesday!




Tuesday (part 3)


After lunch we went back down to the beach. She led me to a small rowboat that was
pushed far enough up the beach to avoid high tide. Contrary to the pristine, luxurious
house we were staying in, the rowboat was an old wasted thing, with chipped white paint
and well-worn wood. A ten-horsepower outboard motor was attached to the back of it,
and it was already filled with snorkeling equipment, a pair of life jackets, a pair of
paddles for an emergency, and a small cooler filled with refreshments.

I heaved the thing to the edge of the water, and held it still for Jamie to get in before
shoving off. It took me a few tries to get the motor started, but we were soon coasting
across the water, with Jamie in front directing me. We followed the shore for a couple of
miles, then she had me turn the boat further out to sea. After a while, I saw a buoy ahead
of us that Jamie was pointing at. I pulled the boat along side, tied-on to the buoy, and shut
off the motor.

I got my fins and mask on and slid off the boat while Jamie steadied it. Once in the water,
I grabbed the side of the boat to steady it for Jamie, but she just handed me her gear, and
stood up on the seat in the center of the boat. She crouched down low, and then leapt way
up into the air. Her body spun like a top as she twisted and flipped before entering the
water cleanly in a perfect dive with absolutely no splash.

She came up from the water with a grin on her face to find me once more wearing a
stunned expression. "That was incredible." I said in true admiration.

"I dabbled in diving a bit at school." She said offhandedly as she slipped on her
snorkeling gear. Dabbled! Olympic divers would have a hard time duplicating the
incredible dive she just performed. Once we were both set, I followed Jamie a short way
from the boat to the reef.

I had seen pictures online, but nothing could prepare me for the beauty of an actual reef.
I've never seen colors so bright and rich before in my life. Not only was the coral itself
colorful, but the exotic, tropical fish only added to the vibrant tapestry of ocean life.

My family didn't travel much when I was growing up, at least not to any place that had
snorkeling, but I had swum with flippers before. I loved swimming in flippers, it made
moving through the water so much easier, but I was slow as molasses next to Jamie. She
glided through the water like a fish using powerful undulations of her legs to propel her at
amazing speeds. Not only that, but her lung capacity was amazing. Sometimes we’d have
to hold our breath to dive down to get a closer look at a particular fish or piece of coral. I
could never stay down for much longer than a minute, while Jamie seemed able to hold
her breath forever. Once, I came back up for air twice while Jamie remained under the
water. She was still able to stay down a little longer than me, and emerged from the water
without all the gasping I did from holding my breath for a long time.

We explored for more than an hour before I started to get tired. Jamie on the other hand,
seemed as fresh as when we started. She truly was a phenomenal athlete. We made our
way back to the boat and tossed our gear over the side. I grabbed on to the gunwale on
one side of the boat and motioned for Jamie to pull herself up on the other side. I needed
a little breather before I had the energy to pull myself up. But Jamie had a different idea.
She swam right up next to me. Before I could ask her what she was doing I felt her hand
on my butt; then, all of a sudden, I felt my body lift up out of the water and tip gently into
the boat!

Holy shit! Did she just lift me up into the boat! With one hand! I whipped my head
around and looked at Jamie, who wore a devilish smile. "How did you do that?"

She flexed her arm for me, and I was again treated to the sight of her impressive bicep. "I
told you, I'm a little stronger than I look."

It was the buoyancy of the water, I told myself. That was the only way she could possibly
handle my 245lbs that way. And I must have been subconsciously helping her. Yeah, that
had to be it.

I reached my hand over the boat to help her in, but once more, she brushed off my offer
of help. Instead, she disappeared into the water. At first, I thought she was just trying to
get her hair to lay flat down her back, but when she didn't come right back up, I started to
worry a bit. Suddenly, Jamie's body burst out of the water. Her body rose up from the
water all the way up past her knees. It was like watching a dolphin jump! At the apex of
her jump, she reached out a hand to the gunwale and vaulted over the side of the boat to
land gently on the seat in front of me without rocking the boat an inch. She ended with a
flourish, her arms out and fingers extended like she was a gymnast.

Again my mouth gaped open, an expression that was becoming more and more common
around her. “Let me guess,” I said in the most sarcastic voice I could muster, “you met a
dolphin in California who taught you a thing or two about swimming.”

She giggled at my joke. “No, I just have really strong legs.” She thrust one of her legs out
and flexed her quads for me. Her thick, shapely thigh bulged and the various muscle
groups separated with amazing definition. She twisted her leg back and forth so that I
could see the whole thing. I wasn’t really a leg man, but I couldn’t help but to admire her
perfectly shaped thigh. It certainly looked powerful. She switched legs, giving me a view
of her other thigh, and then turned around and got up on her toes, flexing her thick,
powerful calf muscles. She was really getting into her little show, not at all like the
modest girl I thought I raised. Jamie was becoming quite the exhibitionist.

Once she was done her impromptu posing routine, I stowed our gear and tried to start the
motor. Nothing happened. I pulled at the ripcord again and again with the same result. I
looked back toward the shore with a big sigh. I couldn't even see our place from here. It
would take forever to row, not to mention I was still exhausted from all the swimming I
just did.

Jamie, chipper as if she had just woken from a nap, would have no complaining from me.
Without a word, she plopped down in the middle bench and started fixing the oars in the
rowlocks. I gave a half hearted protest in an attempt to save a little face, but the truth was,
I was interested in seeing how the new improved Jamie would be able to handle a 5-mile
row.

She took her time getting ready then told me to sit down. I grabbed myself a beer, and sat
down to enjoy the show. She leaned forward, dipped the oars into the water, and gave
them a powerful pull. I was thrown back into my seat as the boat lurched forward at an
incredible speed. In perfect rhythm and synchronization, Jamie dipped the oars and pulled
them through the water with another powerful stroke. The rowboat started going faster
and faster and faster, until soon we were going so fast through the water we were making
a wake! Her strokes seemed effortless, but the results were truly astounding. I wasn't sure
we weren't going faster than we went with the motor.

Before I knew it, Jamie had rowed us all the way back to our house. She didn't even seem
to be winded by her exertions. She just smiled at me the whole time, taking great joy in
the reaction I was having to her newest feat. “I used to work out with the girls from the
crew team,” she offered as I shook my head in disbelief.

“Of course you did.”

As we got near the shore, Jamie leapt out of the boat and grabbed it with her right arm. I
was about to jump out and help, but a quick yank by Jamie plopped me back in my seat.
She pulled the boat, with me still in it, up to the shore. I thought she’d stop, but she
didn’t. She continued dragging the boat across the sand all the way to the tiki hut using
her one arm. The muscles on her arm bulged, yet she didn’t seem to have any trouble at
all dragging all that weight through the thick sand. I was stunned. Her energy, her
strength and her stamina were simply astounding.

And she wasn’t done yet. While I was still stunned by her latest show of strength, she
reached down into the boat, slipped her arms under me, and lifted me out of the boat.
Then she just stood there holding me cradled in her arms.

I felt myself shudder. For as long as I could remember I fantasized about being with a girl
who could lift me. And yet, in my whole life, I'd never met one that could. And now here
was Jamie, half my size, holding me in her arms like I was a baby -- and seemed to have
very little trouble doing it. The whole thing was surreal.

She held me there for a while before finally putting me down. "Did you like that?" she
asked softly.

"Yeah. That was... amazing." I don't know why I said that; probably because it was the
truth.

She smiled up at me, and then enveloped me in a big hug. "There's lots more where that
came from. But we can get to that later. Come on, let’s relax." The balance of the
afternoon was spent lounging by the pool and getting ready for dinner.

We went out to a place called Sushi Sasabune in downtown Honolulu for dinner and were
treated to some of the best sushi I ever had. Most of the time when I eat sushi, I could
only stomach the maki; everything else is too much fish. But the fish was so fresh at
Sasabune; I thoroughly enjoyed their nigiri, too.

The food wasn’t the only thing to enjoy. Jamie had changed into a coral-colored sundress
that was very low cut, showing off oceans of her delectable cleavage. Everyone in town
seemed to stop to take a look, and I found myself more comfortable stealing glances from
time to time at her breasts. She really did have an incredible rack.

That night we opened up a bottle of wine, curled up in front of the fire and played some
games. There weren't a lot of board games for just two players, but they had a chessboard
with chess and checkers pieces. Jamie creamed me in both.

“Jesus, Jamie. How are you able to be good at everything?” I asked after getting beat at
chess for the third time.

She shot me an evil grin. “Do you really think I’m just ‘good’ at everything?”

“Oh, come on. I mean: massages, bocce, swimming, diving, rowing, checkers, chess...” I
paused a moment after listing these. "It would be impressive if you were good at any of
them, but to be so amazing at all of them... I mean how did you find time to learn all this
stuff?”

"Sweetie, we’ve barely scratched the surface of what I can do. I don’t want to sound too
arrogant, but I’ve honestly never tried anything that I haven’t been able to excel at.”

“But how can you excel in everything?”

Jamie shrugged. "At first it was a lot of hard work. I spent nearly all my free time
studying, working out and training at various things. But a lot of things have a certain
synergy to them. Once I got strong enough and fast enough, it got a lot easier to pick up
and master different sports. My eidetic memory helped me to absorb knowledge and
strategy. Actually, by last year I was so good at so many things that I could master just
about any task in about a week."

I shook my head. "It's just all so hard to believe. I mean, I know people who are
incredibly talented at lots of different things. But most of the time, when you spend
enough time on something to master it, you become deficient in other things. But, you
somehow seem to be good at everything. It's just hard to believe that's possible."

"It excites you, doesn't it? This body, this mind, can do things you can't even begin to
fathom. Today was just the tip of the iceberg. Wait until tomorrow, and the next day, and
the day after that. The more you see of what I can do, the more amazed you'll be, and the
more turned on you'll be."

There was no doubt; I was getting aroused just listening to her talk about it. She certainly
knew how to push all of my buttons.

A disturbing thought occurred to me. “Jame, you didn’t get so much time to work on all
this stuff by dropping out of school, did you.” I’d be heartbroken if she had dropped out
of school on my account.

She tsked at me. “Don’t be silly. I’m a straight-A student and at the top of my class. I’m
already doing research that my professors can’t even figure out. Believe me, I’m
undoubtedly the smartest person you know.”

“And the humblest.”

That earned me a level look. She jumped off the couch and walked over to the cabinet we
got the chess set out of. She came walking back with a box of Trivial Pursuit in her
hands. "How about a little demonstration. This is Trivial Pursuit, Genus Edition. I’ll let
you go through this box and pick out... lets say, six questions. You pick out the six
hardest questions you can find. I bet you I get all of them right.”

This was intriguing. I was no stranger to Trivial Pursuit; there were some truly
impossible questions in there. “All right.” I said, opening the box. “How about this, if you
miss just one question, I win. And you have to answer it exactly how they word it on the
back of the card.”

“OK.” A grin crept onto her face. “Do you wanna make this a little more interesting?”
“A bet?”

“Uh, huh.”

“What are the stakes?”

She shot me a seductive smile. “I don’t know. What do you want?”

I gulped as a chill went down my spine. I wasn’t quite ready yet to bet sexual favors with
her. “If I win, you let me help you clean and pay for some stuff for the rest of the week.”

That earned me a wry grin. “Are you sure that’s what you want to bet?” She pressed her
arms into her chest, pushing her breasts even further out of the front of her dress.

I gulped even louder. “Uh, well, that’s the bet, take it or leave it.”

“Fine. Now, if I win, you have to let me make out with you.” She arched her eyebrow,
waiting for my objection.

That was hardly a surprise, though it did give me pause. This was just the situation I was
initially trying to avoid; yet I did tell her I’d be more open. Besides, look at her. Who
wouldn’t want to make out with that? "What the hell. We have a deal."

Jamie's eyes lit up at my response. Her body was practically trembling with excitement.
“Lets do it."

Again, I decided I wasn't going to make this easy for her. So I started rooting through
cards, looking for questions no normal person could possibly know the answer to. Jamie
watched patiently, sipping her wine with a coy smile on her face. It took me awhile, but
finally I had half a dozen cards set aside that Wikipedia would have a tough time
answering.

"All right smarty pants, how about this one. ‘In the Adrian Mole Diaries, what is the
surname of his girlfriend?’" I had no idea what the hell any of that was, much less what
the answer could be.

Jamie seemed unconcerned; she slid across the couch to me, reached out and gently
started tracing her finger down my arm. "Braithwaithe." She whispered softly.

"Yeah right, like that's a word." I flipped the card over, sure our little bet was over;
except, she was right! "What... how could you possibly know that?"

She giggled lightly in my ear. "That's one."

I was stunned. My hand trembled as I grabbed the next card. "’What is the only national
capital that borders two different countries?’"

She leaned so close to me, I could feel her breath on my ear. "Bratislava."

Right again! "No way!"

"Two."

My palms were starting to sweat. "’Which two countries are double-landlocked
(surrounded only by other landlocked countries)?’"

"Liechtenstein and Uzbekistan." Her lips lightly grazed my ear. Now, not only was her
finger running up and down my arm, but I could feel the weight of her breasts against my
arm.

I could feel my heart start to beat faster and faster in my chest. "’Name four race courses
in the UK that don't have any of the letters from the word 'race' in their name.’"

"Plumpton, Ludlow, Goodwood and Huntingdon." Her teeth lightly nibbled at my ear.

I was stunned, how could she possibly know any of this. She wasn’t even guessing. She
was answering each question immediately after I asked it with the confidence of someone
who knows they’re right. I remember her saying she had an eidetic memory. Did she
actually read through every question in the box?

"’What does MRSA stand for?’"

"Methicillin Resistant Staphylococcus Aureus” She swung her leg up over me and sat on
my lap, still nibbling on my ear. I could feel the heat coming off of her body, the
smoothness of her thighs as they touched my bare skin. With horror, I could feel my
erection press against her crotch. Oh my god, she was going to do it!

I had one card left, and for the life of me, I couldn’t decide whether or not I wanted her to
know the answer to the question. "’In the British 2001 census, what was the resident
population of Scotland?’" I flipped the card over to see the answer.

She pulled up from my ear and looked at me lustily. "5 million..." she kissed my cheek,
"62 thousand..." she kissed the other cheek, "and 11." Without even waiting to hear if she
was right (she was!) she leaned in and attacked my mouth with hers.

Her soft, luscious lips, caressed my own, while her fingers worked along the back of my
neck and shoulders, squeezing away the tension and unease. The softness of her lips, the
heat of her body, the smell of her hair, the tenderness of her caress, all became too much,
and I found myself giving in to her. Her tongue penetrated my mouth, and started rubbing
against mine in small circles and then large circles. Then she started thrusting her tongue
in and out of my mouth. Her hands pulled at my neck, her fingers dug into my skin. It felt
so damned good.

Finally she stopped, wrapping her lips around my lower lip as she pulled away slowly.
"Mmmmm, did you like that?"

I was so excited I could barely breath. "That was amazing." I heard myself breath out.

"Sports and trivia weren't the only things I've been practicing. This body can do things to
you, things you never even dreamt of." She grabbed the straps of her dress and slipped
them off of her shoulders. She had to peel the garment off of her heaving breasts, leaving
a soft, white cotton bra, which had all it could handle trying to contain her incredible tits.
They were so close to my face, I couldn't look away if I tried.

"Incredible, aren't they? They're 36F and all natural. Not bad for a 5'2", 118lb girl, huh. I
know you're dying to feel them. Go ahead, they're all yours."

I was so nervous, I couldn’t move. It made little difference to Jamie. She took my wrists
and put my hands right on her breasts. Her tits were amazing! As soft as the skin on her
back was, the skin on her chest was much smoother. Each breast was so big; my hands
came nowhere close to covering one.

She moved my hands around the expanse of her chest, letting my fingers feel the softest
skin in the world. I couldn't help but to squeeze. They were wonderfully soft on the
surface, yet deep down had a firmness I'd never felt in a breast before.

"You like that, don't you?" Her voice was oozing with passion. She practically moaned
the words. "Have you ever felt skin like that before? A babies butt feels like sandpaper
next to that. And they're so firm. You wouldn't believe how powerful these breasts are.
Would you like to see? I could do more pushups than you can count. Or maybe you'd like
to watch me do some bench-presses. I can bench more weight than you'd believe. Or
maybe I could just stick something between there, and you can watch me crush it to
pieces."

I was getting so turned on. She was talking in the sexiest voice I'd ever heard, and was
rubbing my hands all over her chest as she kept telling me how amazing it was. My cock
was so hard, it was straining the fabric of my shorts.

"And they're so big, aren't they. These tits would look big on a woman twice my size. On
me, they just look mammoth. I'm only wearing a D-cup bra." Only a D-cup! "It was kind
of hard to shove my tits into a bra so small, but I did it so that I could do this."

She pulled my hands away from her tits, still holding onto my wrists, and took a deep
breath. I watched in rapt fascination as her chest started to swell and expand before my
very eyes! Her gigantic tits strained against the confines of her already-bursting bra. I
swear I could hear the sound of fabric straining to its limits as her chest got bigger and
bigger and bigger.

With a loud SNAP! Her bra burst open, spilling out her magnificent mammaries. As big
as her tits were, they barely sagged a bit, even without a single stitch of support. The
incredible sight mesmerized me.

Jamie pushed my wrists against the back of the couch, pinning them as sure as if they
were nailed. I tried for a moment to push against her hands, but she was so powerful I
couldn't move my arms an inch.

She thrust her tits right into my face. With her arms, she squeezed her breasts together,
enveloping my face in an ocean of soft, delectable cleavage. She started slowly rubbing
her incredible chest up and down on my face. "Mmmmm, doesn't that feel so good."

God did it ever. I could barely talk with her breasts covering my face, but I didn't have
anything to say anyhow. The feel of her soft, full, voluptuous breasts against my face, the
power of her arms holding mine so easily at bay, the exotic smell of her skin, the erotic
moans she was making above me, and the rhythmic gyrations of her body on mine was
too much for me to handle. With an uncontrollable spasm, I exploded into my shorts. It
was a sweet release, but I was mortified. She had made me cum without even so much as
touching my cock! What was she going to think of me?

As she pulled her chest away from my face, I expected to see a look of disappointment,
but instead, I got one of satisfaction. She brought her lips back down to mine and
caressed my lower lip once more before finally pulling away and releasing my arms.
"There, that wasn't so terrible, was it?"

I was so overcome; it took me forever to finally find some words. "I don't know what to
say. No woman has ever done that to me, you know, without touching me. You're just so
erotic, so sexy. I can't believe it, but I have seriously never been so turned on in my life."

She giggled and gave me another long kiss. "Just wait ’til tomorrow. Now, lets get you to
bed." She reached down, and scooped me easily off the couch into her arms. I was again
amazed at the ease with which she handled my weight. The more I saw of her strength,
the more I thought it might actually be possible that she was indeed stronger than me.

She carried me easily out the door, across the courtyard, and into my bedroom. She set
me gently down into bed. I got another long kiss, before she pulled away. She looked
down at me like I was her child. "Now you get yourself a good night's sleep. Tomorrow is
going to be a big day." And then, with another peck on my forehead, she slipped out of
my room.

Again, sleep was hard to come by. The last couple nights, I had a hard time sleeping
because I didn't know how to react to Jamie’s confessed love. Tonight I had a hard time
falling asleep because I was stunned to find that I was actually falling for her. When I
finally did fall asleep, I dreamt of Jamie all night long.

[snaggle321]

One of the greatest stories I've read in a while.  I can't wait to find out how strong she really is and if there is a special way she got so strong and smart.

[sgsg69]

This is the best story ever, you tease the readers as much as Jamie does!!! How long can this poor guy hold out? Can't wait for the next installment, brilliant style...........KARMA x 10000000000000000000

[crow004]

Wow, that was the sexiest game of Trivial Pursuit i ever encountered!

[Naifhii]

The idea of ​​the story and the wording words for the reader is a dangerous chemistry resembles magic .

[phil123]

Great.
And it's just Friday tomorrow.