I was bicycling back from dinner last week, and I saw a girl jogging towards me. As she got closer, I could see that she had very muscular, defined arms, and great legs. I circled around, and road next to her, and said "great arms!" She said that she's trying to lean them down, and I said NOOOO! don't do that! She replied that she's entering a fitness contest soon, and they don't like "too much muscle." I told her that there are those of us who like a lot of muscle, and she smiled, and said that she'd put it back on after the contest...
Made my week.

  Great Idea! 

I suggest/hope stories of these "sightings" can be limited to those including names,  e.g. not so much the "I saw this hot chick at K-Mart with big arms...yada yada." U know... Anyway, 

The other great (in a way greatear!) sighting I experience was walking down the street.

I was thinking in random stuff, looking here and there but not thinking about it. Suddendly, I kind of stop and start feeling a great rush.

Did I see... veins? A fucking veiny full buffed and ripped calves in high heels? What? That couldnt be.

I look again, I was still passing by, I think I was at the other side of the street. I kind of saw again, at firts I was thinking "damn, probably some kind of tranvestite" (in that area there were some that lived around)

but no, it was some kind of girl that you see couldnt be a tranvestite. But I couldnt think, in that movent I only try to see the legs better, in case I could not see her again.

But luckly, she walk the same way I was walking. I cross the street and look better. Oh my god, all those veins in those tall high hills. I was very arouse.

She was wearing a big strange dress, like a poncho (google it please!), it was really strange, FBB stuff for hiding her body. I felt it like that. That just drove me crazy.

I mean, she displayed monstruos calves in high hills, but her dress was ackward, covered the rest of the body.

She looked, in the "kind" of physic, like María Segura.

Sure she was not that ripped or muscular... she was a little bit older than Maria. She have that hispanic look and kind of short wide woman body. I imagine her having maybe a bit of belly but with great abs... or just a really wide back with some muscles.

I was arouse about her age, in a way, also.

So I cross the street and tell her something like "wow, those legs!" I think I said they looked really good, she was really happy and open... I was on fire, I coudnt believe it...

I asked if she traing, she was a little bit evading like "yeap, 10 years from now", but not making a big deal, I was still more in flames.

But then maybe I fucked up, because I was like "hey, I would love to meet out with you sometime". She took it bad, but not with a escene or something, god forbide.

I should have asked for her facebook and work there! She seemed nice and open, and glad, at the beginning.

I have to repeat that those calves where crazy, other parts of her body could have been really ripped. And her age added something naughty. Also, her being older remind of other old fbb that are so great, I sometimes fell in love with their "granny faces" haha.

Some years ago I went to a Vitamin Shop to buy some protein -  I was travelling and almost out. I saw this incredible woman in the row before I walked down, also looking at the protein. Immediately, you could tell she was no ordinary woman... (really, what woman is alone in the protein aisle? right?)

She was in her fourties and professional looking - like she just came from work/office. She was 5'-3" and at least 140lbs - and you could tell...totally jacked.  She wore this tight fitting dress grey/black dress, dress heels, some jewelry. Light short hair,  beautiful brown eyes. She was radiating...sex and power.

First off, her arms were huge...the sleeveless dress revealing these nice caps, defined triceps and bulging biceps while examining the label of jug of protein. She was tanned and her skin kind of shimmered with the light. Her dress was a little low cut, with some cable-jewelry around her somewhat sinewy neck. There was no hiding that line between her pecs and the defitnition of each one...nor her full chest. She was "enhanced" perfectly ( not too big) but you could tell she was a woman who had her chest done because she simply was so lean and muscular. Her back was thick but so tiny at the waist. stomach - flat. The material was stretched/straining around her solid chest and wide back. I couldn't believe I had run into her alone.

She exuded confidence and she was happy. Beautiful bright smile-  when a clerk tried to help her. She was so warm and friendly but at the same time telegraphed this "Don't even try to fuck with me - cause I can snap you in half with the same smile. :-)" I think she scared him away, honestly.

The dress went down to her knee but her quads were huge along with her glutes. They were so swollen and you could just tell this woman loved working legs. Her glutes were like giant bowling balls and had great, distinct tie-ins with her hams. Her calves were big as well. I did not need to "ask" if she worked out (OBVIOUSLY), how many years she's trained(A LOT), or if she was single ( NO RING).

I made a joke in the open as I started looking at the protein next to her - that I was looking for the geriatric brand and that she scared away the kid/clerk. She laughed a little. Then I said," You probably have like 18 cats or something...right? Why would you be alone at Vitamin Shop on Friday night!?" She laughed  more and feigned surprise. She flirted back.

At the counter, the clerk asked if we were together - and I just joked," I'm only here to give emotional support through this difficult time." ...and everyone cracked up. I nerved up and asked her, "If you need continued counseling, I'd be willing to see you -  as a patient, of course. You probably can't afford it but I'll offer you a free session over a cup of  coffee if you're free...of course, if at anytime you don't feel it's worth it, you can just get up and can leave!"

She took the bait.

The rest is history. She is my wife today.

Moral of the story: When you spot that hot, muscular woman again, be bold and go up to her like a few of these guys have posted. I  DO HIGHLY recommend though, making no mention of her physique. She knows she's hot and got muscles - everyone knows and they hear it all the time. Be funny and confident - if you just have the slightest looks and any physical attributes, it can be an irresistible combination. That gets you a chance to dance. Then, be interesting, and interested in her for other things besides her muscles and tits. Recognize her intellect and everything else that makes her beautiful. Anyways...this is not a guarantee for all muscular women, but most women. Hopefully, like my wife, they are  not only muscular but totally cool and fun too!

Yesterday I was shopping in a building supplies store.
I looked for flower soil and several flowers like violets, roses and ground-cover plants.
There are flower soil in several packaging sizes.
These packing sizes are between 10 litres and 70 litres.
I thought about which packaging size I should buy as a young woman came to the flower soil area.
She made a sporty impression but she didn't look out muscular.
First I wanted to buy these 30 litres flower soils but then I knew this package is too heavy to carry
from my car to the grave.
I decided to buy 3 packages with in each case 20 litres.
But then I have to carry a bag three times from my car to the grave.
Actually I was always a gentleman and therefore I wanted help this young woman to lift and carry
one of these flower soil bags into her shopping trolley.
But then I was completely shocked how effortless she could lift and carry a flower soil bag with 60
litres into her shopping trolley.
She took even after a second flower soil bag in her shopping trolley without any effort.
I could think only: " Bugger me ! This young chick is really damn strong !"

No I am not a old man but my last school lesson with sports was 28 years ago and I am working always from Monday to Friday in an office.
Apart from these facts I have to carry these silly flower soil bags from my car to the grave. This distance is more than 300 metres.
Of course there are hand barrows at the grave yard but if I would need one of these hand barrows then it there are no at this place.
Have you ever lifted and carried a flower soil bag with a weight of 60 litres for 300 metres ?
After this drudgery your dorsum will ache.

But you smoke too much Quark44, don't you? 

woman was huge. Like, biggest woman I've ever seen. Have no idea who it was. Lastly I was at a rest stop KFC and saw a young girl, probably teen waiting in line to order and although she had a baggy sweater on, her