I posted here once a few years ago and – as I have several encounter stories to report – had planned to hold off on this, the best and juiciest, until the last. But I’ve decided to go ahead and get things over and tell it now.
So here goes. For starters, as it turns out, I’ve always had pretty good luck seeing FBB-types in grocery stores. It makes sense, right? I mean, bodybuilders need to eat to fuel their muscle growth, so it’s no surprise they spend time in food stores resupplying.
Such was the case about 4-5 years ago when I noticed a blond woman in the local grocery. She looked as though she’d just come from the gym. She was wearing loose-ish gym shorts and a loose gray t-shirt or sweatshirt, but she had somewhat manly features, a deep, dark, tanning bed color. It was clear, at least to me, that despite the baggy clothes she was a bodybuilder.
Through some careful maneuvers – ok, yes, basically stalking her - I was able to seemingly by chance encounter her in the health food section. As I got near to her I grabbed a 4-pack of Muscle Milk and complimented her on her build. We started chatting a bit and I asked if she competed in “some sort of fitness sport”. She more or less avoided or deflected the question, but we discovered we shared some interesting common ground in our professional lives. I took a chance and, saying I’d really enjoy continuing the conversation over diner, drinks, or a coffee, asked her for her phone number. She gave it to me!
Over the next few days Marie and I texted back and forth a bit and by the end of the week had arranged to meet for dinner at a nearby eatery. That evening we met at the appointed hour and agreed upon location. It was summertime and although the late afternoon sun was still bright and hot, we opted to sit in the outdoor patio area to enjoy the fresh air. The sun wasn’t the only thing that was hot. My new friend was wearing short shorts that showcased her legs and a frilly, tank top sort of blouse that beautifully accentuated her delts and arms. Additionally, the late day sunshine really accentuated her beautiful white teeth and incredible tan. She looked utterly fantastic.
I should mention here that the bright, late afternoon sun also highlighted something else: Marie’s sparkling wedding ring!
Seeing me notice the ring, Marie said, “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, but I need to be up front with you. I’m married. But my husband and I have an open relationship. He knows I’m here with you and he’s good with that. Like me with you, he has some girls he sees.”
I won’t bore you with details of our conversation or dinner – it turned out she did in fact compete, by the way - but instead cut right to the chase. By the end of the evening we found ourselves back at Marie’s house, having wild sex in the bed she shared with Hubby, who was working a night shift. Marie even proudly showed me her roids and other chem gear stored lovingly in the frig’.
I travel a lot for work, so over the next few yrs when I was back in town for a few days Marie and I would often connect for a token meal or cup of coffee and then enjoy incredible, no-strings sex. Most often this took place in her bed, but sometimes in hotel rooms, and once in the backseat of my car where I squeezed and fingered her juicy, oversized clit and brought her to a groaning, amazingly wet, massive orgasm. I also loved stroking her face and jawline, getting aroused by the stubble I’d feel where she’d shaved.
One day I had a text from Marie saying she’d be silent for awhile. I knew she was a show, competing with what was probably way more testosterone in her system than I had. It didn’t seem she was in any danger, but beyond that I didn’t ask and she didn’t volunteer much more. For the next year or so I laid low and didn’t try to contact her. One day though I finally decided to text her to make sure she was okay. She responded, and we ended up speaking by phone. Perhaps not surprisingly, Marie and her husband had gotten divorced. It wasn’t amicable. Marie was dealing with it, trying to move on in life.
A few months after that, having kept up some intermittent communication, we met for breakfast. Marie had stopped bodybuilding and now looked softer and more like a normally built but reasonably fit woman. She described herself as “fluffy”. She still had a gorgeous tan, smile, and sparkling eyes. The squarish jaw and slightly androgynous facial features remained. Even without muscle, I thought she still looked really hot.
Over several cups of coffee and a nice meal we caught each other up on our lives since we’d last seen one another nearly 2 yrs before. After the divorce, Marie had gotten a place of her own and was now dating some nice men. My guess is that some of them probably had no idea she’d even ever been a muscle queen and athlete.
Our conversation eventually waned. We parted ways with a hug and a kiss. While we talked of getting together again, I think I knew it would never happen. She was making a fresh start and I needed to give her the room to do it.
I have neither seen nor heard from her since that day, but I hope she’s doing well.