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A Brief Encounter (A love story?)
By Miles Encounter
[The normal warnings apply. This story contains tales of sex and lust
with an extremely sexy and muscular woman. If that doesn't interest
you, don't read any further. I am not a professional writer, although
I'm told the only difference is that I don't get paid for this. Any
comments are appreciated. You must be over 18 to read this.]
Send comments to: MilesEn@aol.com
I had a request for a muscle worship story and I think this experience I
heard about kind of qualifies. No one really gets hurt in this one, but
there's plenty of huggin' and kissin' and other "violence".
It was Saturday afternoon, Pete was scrolling through his e-mail when
the phone rang. Cursing, he reached over to answer it. "Rollins," he
growled, using his best 'don't bother me' voice.
"Mr. Rollins? This is Jim McCain at Container. We got a problem on
Number 2. Do you think you could take a look at the screens from
there?..."
Pete smiled. His reputation as some kind of expert amused him. He had
been lucky a few times, but he was a chemist, not a papermaker. What
did this kid think he could do from 500 miles away? Getting some
information from the young engineer on call he connected to the mill
database he had helped install. The same screens visible on the
operators control stations came up on his computer. He worked his way
through the data. Something was obviously weird in how the machine was
operating. Speed was way below target, yet the stock properties and
freeness were actually above target. It was like somehow the machine
was just not draining correctly. They had obviously already changed
things around with no effect.
His buddy Dave walked by, his clothes making it obvious he was headed to
the golf course. Golf and papermaking seemed to be an inevitable link.
One Pete had never made, but saw endlessly and he endured his companions
tales of days at the links with good humor. "Hey Pete, you got the
weekend?"
"Lucky me," Pete replied. "Come here a second. Look at this." He
pointed to the screens for the machine at Container division. "Why the
hell can't they get any speed?"
Dave looked at it for a minute. "Last time I was there they had a
problem with the deculator. Something in the vacuum pumps. Couldn't
get the air out and drainage was for shit. Have them look there. Who
you talking to?"
Pete looked over the screens with growing enthusiasm. "Sure, that would
do it. Thanks." He rolled his chair over to the phone. "Oh, it's the
new kid, McCain. He's on weekend call and probably called me so he
could solve the problem himself and look like a hero without calling in
anybody else."
A muffled hello "Hey kid," he began. At 31 it gave him pleasure to
call the 24 year old engineer a kid. He waved at Dave as he left. "I
may have something for you. Who's foreman right now?"
"Floyd."
"Stephenson? He's a good man. He should have spotted this."
"He's over on the other machine. They had a shutdown. I'm
...ah...trying to
figure this one out myself."
"That's okay kid," Pete smiled, pleased with the accuracy of his
prediction.
"Your secret is safe with me. I think you have a problem with the
deculator."
"The what?"
Pete winced. Damn greenhorns. "You know, that huge contraption on the
roof, draws in the stock and impinges it across a big plate. Under
vacuum it basically brings the suspension to a boil and drives the air
out."
"Okay," the kid said as if he was writing that down. "That would
explain why the stock freeness is okay but the drainage is so low."
Maybe he had promise, Pete thought. "Right, I believe the vacuum system
must be down and the air is still in there. You can do an entrained air
measurement but it's a long test. I'd just go check the vacuum pumps."
"I will. But shouldn't we have seen foam in the stock if the air is
still in there?"
He revised his opinion. The kid had some talent. "Not necessarily,"
Pete started. He was on shaky factual ground here, but it was important
to maintain his reputation as a research guru. "The deculator removes
entrained air, the stuff bound to the fibers. Foam is free air, that
stuff the chemicals get rid of."
"Okay. Great. I'll take a look. How did you figure this out just by
looking at the screens."
Pete smiled. "Sometimes we research types just know things."
Pete hung up and went back to work on a report. About 20 minutes later
his computer told him he had mail, and he realized he was still on line.
Sure it was the kid thanking him he clicked to acknowledge the mail as
he half turned back to his report.
He quickly turned back as SHE came up on his screen. A picture
extracted and filled his screen. Even as he stared dumbly he wondered
how she did that. He felt he knew a couple things about computers but he
didn't know it was even possible to create an E-mail with a self
extracting picture. An attached letter was included. An icon appeared
telling him to press to read the message. He ignored it for a second as
he looked at her.
He had almost forgotten how gorgeous she was.
In the picture she wore a one piece workout uniform with a cut-out over
the abdomen. Straps over the shoulders let her arms and shoulders show
in all their glory. The veins prominent in the large, muscular biceps
then running up through her wide and built shoulders. Her ridged and
muscled stomach obvious through the cutout. Her well muscled arms were
pumped from a workout. A dark, deep tan was offset by the bright top
and her long, blonde hair. Her deep green eyes stared hypnotically
forward as if she dared the viewer to look away. Pete was unable to as
he looked up and down at her magnificent form. Incredibly muscled and
proportioned she was at the same time unbelievably sexy and beautiful.
Her chest was large and firm as it thrust against the top provocatively.
Pronouncing her femininity loud and clear for anyone who had any doubt
upon gazing at her.
Idly, he shook himself loose of his reverie and pressed the icon. The
message scrawled across written in her own writing. "Hi Pete, I'm in
town unexpectedly and look forward to seeing you." Pete was numb. His
erection pressed emphatically against his pants. Why now? he thought.
The note continued to explain that she was called into town for
business. She would be in town just for the evening and would like to
see him if possible. I know it's short notice the note said, but I sure
hope you can see me. It listed a local bar and a time.
No, I can't do it, Pete thought. Not again. Pete managed to close the
file and picture, and deleted them from his computer. He tried to
return to work but his thoughts kept going back to Nicole and their
previous encounters. His erection never wavering the entire time. The
report was a blur in front of him and after an hour or so he gave up.
"Who am I kidding," he said aloud. The files were still in the recycle
bin of Windows 95. He retrieved them and saved them to a disk. Putting
the disk in his shirt pocket, he got up, placed the pager on the desk
and left.
Unsure and debating whether he should do this, Pete was late getting to
the bar by a few minutes. Scanning the room he had no problem seeing
Nicole surrounded by a group of men. Not a rare occurrence. She
scanned the crowd, not looking directly at any of the men and only
occasionally responding to any of their questions. She was stunning.
Wearing a white dress that hung low and tight. Cleavage and muscles
showed everywhere offset by her mane of blonde hair and sparkling smile.
Seeing Pete, she stood up, pushed past the men and walked over to him
quickly. It gave him a perverse thrill to see the expressions on the
lounge lizard's faces as she approached him.
"Wasn't sure you were coming." Her voice was even more melodious and
sexy than he remembered. His knees felt weak just seeing her. She was
so beautiful!
"Wasn't sure I was coming either." Pete let her lead him to a table. A
large man with the faint look of someone who lived in bars like this sat
at a chair.
"This is my table, buddy" she said easily to the man.
"I know baby," he replied in a smarmy voice. "I was waiting for you.
Why don't you dump the wimp and move up to a real man."
"I don't know what you are. I've got myself a real man," she replied.
"But I'll tell you what chum," she placed her hand on his shoulder.
Pete didn't see any effort on her face but he saw her fingers tighten on
his shoulder bone and her forearms bulge impressively. And saw the man
wince in pain. His hand went up to hers but he couldn't release her
pressure. "Just imagine that pressure increasing," she continued, no
trace of effort in her voice. "It keeps getting stronger and stronger."
Pete watched mesmerized as her forearm bulged even more and he cringed
in sympathy for the big man. "You're powerless to prevent it. Your arm
screaming in pain. Until you can't take it any more." Her forearm
bulged impressively below the sleeve of the dress. "And yet it keeps
getting even more painful. Harder and harder every second. You can't
move. It holds you down and breaks you at the same time."
The man's face was becoming fearful. He was clawing at her hand now,
his movements frantic. He appeared to be trying to stand up as well,
but didn't seem able to. His eyes bulged and his mouth vocalized with
no sound coming out.
Pete watched Nicole's forearm bulge as she kept her hand on his shoulder
blade. Her face was impassive showing no trace of effort or concern.
"It keeps continuing until you begin to blubber like a baby. You'll do
anything to make it stop. But you can't," Nicole continued. "Would you
like that?" Her hand still on his shoulder.
The man shook his head frantically no. His eyes were tearing slightly.
"Then if you leave right now, I won't make you beg. Do you believe I
can do it?"
"Yes," he pleased. "Oh God yes." He was almost sobbing.
"Good boy." She released his shoulder, lifted him to his feet and
roughly shoved him towards the door. "Now scoot!" Then she sat down
and motioned for Pete to sit next to her. He did so in a daze. She was
as incredible as he remembered. Chuckling she looked back at Pete, "Now
how are you, my weak one?"
Pete winced at the memory of the demeaning pet name she had for him.
But he soon forgot it as he talked to her. She was as engaging as she
was sexy and powerful. Which was no mean feat. They talked and
laughed, she put him at ease and made him forget his nervousness at
agreeing to meet her. They talked about work. His new position as a
research engineer. She appeared interested and amazed him with how much
she knew and understood about things he himself barely understood much
of the time. Her own job as a corporate troubleshooter was a little
more mysterious and she didn't add in many details. Just that she
traveled a lot and was well compensated.
She commented on his improved condition and he related how much he had
been working out. "Not that I'm anywhere near your class," he quickly
added.
"Why did you think you had to say that?" she asked. Pete didn't
respond. "And why didn't you think you were gong to make it tonight?"
"Well," Pete considered his words carefully. He decided on complete
honesty.
"After the last time I couldn't stop thinking about you for weeks. No
word from you. Not even a note. I was almost over you and able to get
excited by a ... for want of a better term, a regular woman again. And
now here you are."
She chuckled. "Well we can't have that. I'll just have to remind you
what you've been missing. So you can remember it for a long time to
come." Pete made a sour expression. "Oh come on," she added. "I'm
kidding."
"No you're not," Pete replied. His hands shook a little as he talked.
"You enjoy knowing that you mess me up so bad in my head. It's part of
the enjoyment for you."
"You don't know me as well as you think you do." Nicole sounded a
little hurt as she continued. "I thought we liked each other. And you
enjoyed what we had together."
"You know I do," Pete replied. "You're so intelligent and fun. And so
sexy I can't even describe it. I just wonder how many hundreds of other
guys have been in the same position."
"Very few, actually. I have high standards. Standards you meet.
You're smart and interesting to talk to. You're sweet and kind and you
love this body and what it can do almost as much as I do." As she said
this she ran her hands across her chest and Pete had to stifle a moan.
"Yes, I do," Pete whispered. His erection pounding against his slacks
again.
"Just don't want to be one more brief encounter for you."
"So shush," she held her finger to his lips, "and let me show you what
it can be like. I work this body every day to make it stronger and
sexier than you can possibly believe. And tonight it is all yours.
Let's go somewhere." Pete left with her in almost a daze. She led him
out to her car. A sleek, sports car. She looked around before she got
in. "Darn," she said "I was almost hoping my little friend would try
something stupid out here to get even. Come on my weak one, let's go."
Even in his arousal Pete stopped at hearing the term again. She looked
up at him. "What."
"Don't call me that," Pete said surprised at his bravado. "It's
demeaning."
"I'm sorry. You're right. I'll stop calling you that. Boy have you
gotten sensitive."
"Thought that was what you liked about me." He smiled.
Pete got into the car and they went to his house. He shouldn't have
been surprised that she knew the way. He watched her body expertly
handle the car as she drove. His thoughts going back to their first
time together. When he had seen her on the beach that first time it was
all he could do to keep from drooling. She was easily the most sexy
woman he had ever seen in his life. Having always been attracted to
strong and even muscular women, she was the embodiment of all his
fantasies. He managed the nerve to say hello and talked to her. For
some reason she liked him from the first and they spent an incredible
week together. The sex was fantastic. Like nothing he had ever even
considered. The conversation and fun of just being with her was nearly
as exciting.
He knew he had no control when it came to Nicole. She had treated him
to sensations he had never dreamed possible. Her combination of
strength and sensuality thrilling him to no end. Pete knew he loved her
and was powerless to refuse her anything, and her casualness about their
relationship drove him nuts. It may have been lust, but he didn't think
so. It wasn't JUST how she could drive him wild and into orgiastic fits
the like he had never felt before. She was also so incredibly fun,
intelligent and witty. He wanted her on every level of his being so
badly. But knowing she did not return that level of interest infuriated
him. He knew he was just a momentary diversion for her. One he should
abandon for his own sake. Before he got hurt worse than the last time.
She would enjoy the encounter and there was no doubt she liked him. But
tomorrow she would be gone. Maybe forever. He would need to be
satisfied with how good she would make him feel tonight. He hoped it
was enough.
They arrived at his condo and he led her in. She held his hand and
appeared impressed at his new place. She smiled seeing his workout room
in the basement. "They must be paying you well," she said looking over
the weights and stepper equipment in the basement. "Why don't we try it
out!" She went into the spare room next to the workout room to change.
Pete quickly changed into a pair of shorts sitting on the floor and
threw the rest of his clothes in the next room.
When she came out, Pete's breath drew in. "Wow!" was all he managed to
intone. She had on the same one piece outfit she had in the picture.
The light purple color a stunning contrast to her dark, dark tan, her
bright blonde hair, and stunning green eyes. She stood with one hand on
her hip and the other she drew into a hard flex. The bicep leapt to
life as she pumped it. The vein grew like an angry welt across the
surface of her smooth skin. Her chest was thrust forward threatening to
destroy the material that struggled to contain them. Her firm stomach
was etched in muscle through the opening in the top. Her legs were twin
columns of power, huge and rippling.
Pete walked forward and lightly felt that bicep as she held it there for
him. She smiled as he felt it. "You love this body so much, Pete. You
make me feel so appreciated."
"You are so amazing!" Pete whispered feeling the solidity of her arm.
"Why don't we pump up a little?" She led Pete to his weights and
motioned for him to go first. He put some weights on the curl bar. A
little more than he would normally work out with, but any soreness
tomorrow would definitely be worth it. A little hesitant he took the
bar and began to slowly curl it with both hands. She watched him
appreciatively noticing the muscles that appeared in his arms and
shoulders as he worked a set of 10. "You have been working, baby. You
look good. But we need more weight than that to get any real pump."
She took the bar and added weight to each side and asked him to try
again.
Pete struggled and was able to curl the weight for 5 reps. Nicole was
impressed, she had thought he wouldn't even be able to lift that one.
As he struggled for a 6th rep his arms bulged, his face reddened and he
grunted a little, but the weight wouldn't move. She quickly stepped in
and took the bar from him. As he watched in amazement she gripped the
bar solidly in the middle and with her left hand slowly curled the bar
up to her chest. Her arm exploded with muscle as she repeated the
motion over and over. At 10 reps she looked at Pete and licked her
lips. Then went back and did another 10, still using only her left arm.
After 25 she switched hands and did the same with the right.
Pete was stunned! He knew she was strong, but was continually amazed
when she showed him that her one arm was that powerful. Many times
stronger than both his arms together. She was putting some effort into
it, but was plainly not at her limit. The man's erection bulged against
his shorts as he got behind Nicole and felt her arm as she completed the
reps with her right hand. His erection pressed emphatically against her
as he breathed heavily into her ear. He watched the muscles play as she
lifted the weight slowly and with precise control. The muscle peaked,
engorged with blood. The skin was stretched tight and it appeared the
muscle just might burst right through.
Finishing 25 with her right arm she leaned forward to put the weight
down. Pressing back into Pete's manhood as she did so. He moaned a
little and she stood. Turning into him, she smiled wickedly and then
pressed her body against his and slowly pressed him into the nearby
wall. Pete pushed back with all his strength but she didn't even seem
to notice. Quickly, she lightly pressed him into the wall. She grabbed
his hands with hers and stretched his arms out and pressed them flat.
She pressed her chest into his chest. Pressed her torso against him, her
legs slightly outside of his so she could hold his entire body
motionless.
Smiling largely she felt Pete struggle against her. "Do you like my
muscles?" she asked provocatively. Pete nodded affirmatively as he
pushed back against her body. He delighted in the feel of her entire
body against his. He struggled with every bit of strength in him and
was stunned and aroused to see he didn't even budge her. It would have
appeared to an onlooker that Pete wasn't even trying. Yet if you looked
closely you could see his muscles bulge. His face red with effort, and
sweat forming on his body.
Nicole closed her eyes and rubbed against him harder. "Oh, yes,
struggle my weak one. It feels so good. Feel these muscles." Her body
pressed even harder into Pete. Pete doubled his efforts at being called
"weak one, but still had absolutely no impact against the woman's hard
body. She held him crushed to the wall. Not enough to be painful but
his breath intake was lessened somewhat. Her chest pressed hard into
his. Her firm breasts not deforming in the slightest as they pressed
into the man. The nipples pushing through the material and into his
skin. Pete winced from the pleasurable sensations coursing through his
body. He groaned in effort but never even budged her.
"Yes," she whispered. "Feel the power in my body. Power to grind you
into dust without even half trying." Pete could feel it was true. She
leaned into him, eyes clothed, her pelvis pulsing rhythmically against
his erection. Her chest pushing into his own. His arms splayed out on
the wall. Unable to even move a muscle, yet he knew she did not intend
to hurt him. "But they won't," she confirmed. "These muscles will only
turn you on. Until you can't stand it anymore...."
She continued to talk lightly in his ear and press emphatically into
him. Her body completely engulfing him, although actually a little
shorter than him. He continued to press back and could feel he was
losing control. The combination of her incredible power holding him
helpless. Her firm and voluptuous body pressing into him. Her sexy
voice. And the pressure of her torso against his member driving him
into ecstasy. His entire body stiffened and he spasmed forcefully into
his shorts.
Nicole stood back and appraised him. "Thank you for that," she said.
"For showing how much my power and strength excites you." She looked
down and her eyes widened, delighted. "But you seem to want some more!"
It was true. Pete was still erect with arousal. Something that
happened to him once in a while when he was highly excited. Which was
an understatement for how he felt now. His erection grew even more as
Nicole stepped in, put her hands on his sides and lifted him off the
ground. It didn't even seem to be hard for her as she carried him to
the center of the room and placed him on the floor. As he watched she
removed her clothes. He saw her tan covered her entire luscious body.
He reached out and rubbed her calves, her legs astride him. She leaned
down and in one, quick, easy movement she tore his shorts from his body.
Then slowly she crouched down and impaled herself on his erection.
Pete gasped as he felt her slowly, oh so slowly, lower herself onto him.
Such control. Her inner thigh and vaginal muscles held him firmly. She
made his erection appear a mile long as she inched forward millimeter by
millimeter. He gasped and bucked his hips up, but she would raise up
with it. Finally, after what felt like an eternity to the man she
settled down onto him, his manhood buried completely inside her. She
started to tighten and release her inner muscles, squeezing him inside
her. As she did this, she pushed down on his chest, tracing her
fingernails across his chest muscles.
Pete was in heaven. He again found he could not move or sit up. She
held him down easily. She didn't pump on top of him, but the squeezes
were exquisite.
He was quickly brought to the brink. His breathing rate increased and
his body convulsed in delight. She squeezed hard and held him there.
Then let go and he lost control and released for the second time. Even
more powerful than the first.
As he caught his breath, Nicole again stood over him. Her, immense legs
on either side of his body. As he looked up, he saw her radiant smile
beam down at him. "What about me, big boy?"
Pete raised himself as if in a trance and began to feel and caress her
legs. She flexed the muscles for him as he did so. He would alternately
rub and caress, then squeeze each muscle. She cooed in satisfaction.
"Ooh, taught yourself a few tricks have we?" she laughed. "Show me."
Emboldened by her remarks her started to use some of the massage
techniques he had read about. He squeezed and caressed her entire body.
Time was lost as he was completely entranced by her sexy body. Nicole
laid back and let the man minister to her. His hands felt good
traveling up and down her body. He pulled and caressed her firm
abdomen. Tracing the lines of each muscle prominently displayed.
Pressing into the muscles with his fingers. Putting all his weight
behind it. It elicited a low moan of pleasure from the woman.
Working his way up to her chest and breasts. He squeezed and pressed
all over them. Lowered his face to her body and began to kiss and lick
the muscles as well. The hard, muscles and smooth skin felt so amazing
as he continued, engrossed in his activities. Nicole urged him to
continue. "Yessss," she sighed. "It feels so good. Harder."
Pete gripped her shoulders and biceps tightly. He squeezed and felt
between each muscle group. The muscles flexed and bulged obscenely and
he squeezed even harder. His hands shook as he compressed her bicep.
His grip not fazing the muscle in the slightest. He felt another
erection press firmly against her side as he switched arms.
"HARDER!" Nicole urged. "YOU CAN'T HURT ME!" Aroused, Pete began to
feel, squeeze and pound on her body. His hands and arms ached with the
effort. He lightly traced back along the underside of her breasts.
Kissing the nipples he lowered his hands to her stomach and pressed and
kneaded the muscles with short, choppy punches. As he took the nipples
in his teeth and sucked, he heard her breath draw in and her body began
to tremble.
He got so excited to have this effect on the sexy woman that he
continued for many minutes. His hands were punching and squeezing at
her abs, while his mouth kissed and licked every inch of her upper
torso. Her body flexed immensely and grew even harder. He climbed on
top, and teased her with his fingers momentarily.
As he felt her body against him, he slid his finger inside her and
manipulated. He felt her body contract and knew he had found the
pleasurable spot. She began to pump against his body. For many minutes
this continued, her arousal growing. Pete was enraptured as he felt her
body contract and flex below him.
Suddenly her muscles tightened, she let out a long, slow moan. Her body
arched up hard, carrying Pete's weight with it as if insignificant. He
pushed back down with all his weight and strength, still manipulating
inside her. Her breathing was ragged as her body pumped in the air,
holding Pete aloft with ease. She let out some little screams as her
body convulsed.
He had never seem her like this in their earlier encounters and he was
pleased to be able to do this. She seemed to slow down only to again go
up and over, screaming in release. Pete was envious of the sensations
of the female body momentarily as he watched the expressions of bliss
and excitement play on her face.
After a time, she did finally stop, sweat covering both their bodies.
Pete lay on top of her, his own breathing ragged. His erection still
prominent, pressed against her hard stomach. As hard as he was, no
match for the hardness of her body.
She looked up. "That was awesome, babe." She noticed his erection
pressed against her. "Aww. I can't leave you like that. Would you
like to put that inside me?"
He didn't need to be asked twice and quickly he plunged inside her and
began to pump. She rose and fell with him, holding him off the ground
and pumping him with her internal muscles. Pete groaned and quickly
felt himself near the edge.
But Nicole wasn't done and drew her legs around him. Pushed him deeper
into her and held him there. He frantically tried to pump, but couldn't
move. His hands pressed at her stomach and his hips ground furiously.
But she held him, laughing lowly at the expression on his face.
When he calmed down, she let him continue pumping. Each time she felt
him near release, she drew him close, squeezed him tightly and prevented
him from climaxing. Pete became wild. His strokes were hard and
powerful. He needed release badly. But she staved him off each time.
Her powerful body easily overcoming his growing need.
Just as he was sure he could take no more, his brain addled with lust
and the need to release, Nicole again drew him in close. He moaned in
frustration and beat against her body uselessly. She manipulated
against him with amazing control of her internal muscles. She chuckled
lightly, "Okay, now."
The words and her motions against him were like a release of the flood
gates. He climaxed as he never had in his life. It was his third of
the night yet far more intense than the other two combined. He didn't
know where it came from but Nicole's body elicited wave after wave of
pleasure from his body. Pete moaned and bucked and cried out in
delight. His vision clouded and he felt electric charges fly from his
every pore. Yet still he continued. Nicole pumped every ounce of
pleasure from him until he collapsed in exhaustion on top of her body.
After a few moments she lifted his body up. His weight a feather to
her. She carried him up the two flights to his bedroom. Placed him on
his bed, covered him up, and left.
...When Pete woke the next morning, he was sore all over. His body felt
like it had endured the most intense workout of his life. He reached,
but found Nicole was not in the bed with him. He searched but found she
was gone. Not even a note, just like last time. He smiled, shook his
head and went to take a shower...
