Author: [BBL] Stories~collected

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Nice story and would be entirely plausible except for the one-handed bicep curl. Thanks for sharing and K for it!

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Here's part 2:

For the next week my mind was constantly on Donna. She was in my every
thought. I found it difficult to do the most menial tasks without the
thought of her crossing my mind. I desperately wanted to call her, and
after a few more days, decided to do so. It had been almost ten days.

My family was out running errands, and I picked up the phone and dialed
her number. I hadn't forgotten it, for it was engrained in my mind. The
phone rang, and she answered, "Hello?"

"I-is Donna there?" I said nervously.

"This is Donna---Larry, is that you?" She recognized my voice!

"Yes," I answered. "How are you?"

"Oh, just fine, I guess. Haven't heard from you in a while." she said.

"Well, I've been a little busy," I lied.

"Doing what?" she asked, coyly.

"You know," I continued, "the usual stuff."

There was silence. I couldn't think of anything to say. I thought I
detected a little note of dissatisfaction in her tone. She wasn't
helping me with this conversation, and I was starting to get a little
embarrassed. The thought crossed my mind that maybe I shouldn't be doing
this. I decided to press on and see what happens.

"I'd like to know if you'd like to get together with me sometime soon,"
I said.

"Sure!" she said. "What did you have in mind?"  She sounded a bit more
enthusiastic.

"Well," I continued, "I thought if you could think of a few things you'd
like to do, I'll do the same, and maybe we could settle on something."

"Sounds good to me!" she replied. "Did you have anything in particular
in mind?" she asked. I did, but I thought it was too early in our
relationship to mention it.

"Well, no," I said. "How about you?" I asked.

"I know of this nice little place," she said. "It's a private club. They
have a dance floor, a dee-jay, and they serve drinks and snacks. You can
also order out sandwiches and pizza. It's really nice," she continued.
"I think you'll like it."

Did she say dance? I hadn't danced in what seemed like a million years,
and I was never very good at it. But the thought of holding this
beautiful, powerful lady in my arms was too much for my brain.

"That sounds nice to me." I answered. "But I have to tell you that I'm
not much of a dancer."

"Well, that's okay," she said. "We don't get into doing any fancy steps.
But you'll see what I mean."

"Where is it?" I asked.

"It's downtown," she answered.

"Hmm! I'm not crazy about going downtown, " I said. "It can get a little
dangerous."

I don't know why I was worried. Certainly nobody in their right mind
would try anything with her if they took one good look.

"Don't worry, Larry," she assured me. "The security is good. There's
private parking, and the entrance to the club is right in the parking
lot. Believe me, it's safe. I go there all the time."

"Alright, if you say so." I said.

"Listen," she said. "I hate to say this, but they don't exactly allow
tee shirts and jeans there."

"Well, you tell me what to wear," I said.

"If you could wear a sport jacket, and maybe a tie," she said. "But
you'd be able to take off your tie and jacket after a while," she said.
"I'll be wearing a dress........"

Just the  thought of seeing her in a dress put my head in a spin. This
was sounding like it was going to be a night to remember. 

"Great!" I said. "What time do you want me to pick you up?" I asked.

"How's eight o'clock sound?" she asked.

"I'll be there! Your wish is my command!" I joked.

"Terrific!" she said. "See you then!"

"Yes, ma'am!" I answered.

We hung up, and my heart was all aflutter. She'd be wearing a dress, and
I'd get to hold her! For the next few days all I could think about was
how she would look and what it would be like to dance with her. When I
was alone at home I tried to brush up on my dancing, but it was useless.
I knew that I would have to make do the best I could.

I felt like I was eighteen again, and that was a long time ago, believe
me!

My family announced that they would be going down to the seashore that
weekend to visit relatives. They had done this many times before, and I
usually stayed home, watched TV, or did some work on the old Rambler. No
one had the least inkling of what I had planned for Saturday night.

When the day finally came, I was nervous. I had previously and secretly
planned what I was going to wear. After my family left for the seashore,
it was time to get ready for my big evening. I showered,  shaved, and
dressed very carefully. Now, I'm not the best dresser in the world, to
say the least, but I took great pains to make sure that I looked as good
as possible for me. I gave myself plenty of time to make sure I arrived
promply. On the way I spotted the same streetcorner flower vendor as
before, and bought Donna some flowers. I arrived promptly at eight,
feeling proud of myself that I was punctual.

I rang her bell. "Come on up, Larry. The door's open." she announced
through the speaker phone. I opened the door, climbed the stairs, and
knocked on her door. She opened it, and I stared in amazement at her.
She looked positively devastating in her dress. I could feel my heart
pounding furiously, and the blood rushed to my head  and turned my ears
beet red.

"Y--you look lovely!" I stammered. She had on a red dress, my favorite
color. It had a halter top tied around her neck. It came down in two
wide bands that completely covered her small but nicely shaped breasts.
I could just make out the deep vertical line that ran down between her
large chest muscles. Her massive shoulders, arms, and back were
completely uncovered. The dress hugged her waist tightly and then
flaired loosely around her hips. The pleated skirt was short, about
halfway between the tops of her thighs and her knees. She had on the
same pair of black high heels  she had worn when she posed for me, and
she looked down slightly at me. Her muscles were toned and sharp, but to
me she was the most feminine being I had ever seen!

"Well, don't you look nice!" she said. I handed her the flowers.

"Oohh! Thank you!" she said, enthusiastically. "Let me put these in some
water."

She turned and went to get a vase. I watched in awe as she moved
gracefully. Her body was a symphony of grace and muscle! I was still
speechless. She whirled around and showed me her dress.

"You like?" she asked.

"Donna, you look--" I was stammering. "You're devastating!" was the only
thing that came to mind. But there was no words to decribe how she
looked to me.

She grabbed her small bag and put a short red jacket around her
shoulders that tied in the front. It matched her dress.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Let's go!" I answered. She put her left arm in my right arm and led me
down the stairway. Once outside, I turned to go to my car, but she
pointed me towards hers.

"Let's use mine," she said, "so you can drive something decent!" We both
laughed!

She handed me the keys, and I unlocked her door and opened it. She got
in, and as I walked around the other side, I could see her slide over
and open my door. When I got in she was sitting right next to me. I
could feel her shoulder just touching mine. She looked at me and smiled
and seemed to be sending me some sort of message with her eyes. I looked
down. Her skirt was pulled high above her knees, revealing her massive
thighs. She had her legs crossed below her knees, and her high heels
made her large calves jut out beautifully. I wanted to put my hand on
her leg, but I thought better of it. I gripped the steering wheel
tightly to hold myself back. We made small talk on the way to the club.
Maybe it was my imagination, but she seemed to be hanging on my every
word. She flashed her gorgeous eyes at me continually, and I could feel
the warmth of her fantastic body, even through my jacket. That, along
with her perfume, was totally intoxicating!

When we arrived at the club, she told me where to park. We were greeted
by George, the attendant, and he knew Donna. We got out of the car, I
gave him the keys, and he assured me that he would take good care of it.
We walked over to a door with a small white light above it. On the door
in small letters was "alsc private."  Donna knocked on the door. It
swung open, and there stood a large black man.

"Hi, Anthony!" greeted Donna.

"Hello, Donna." he said. "Nice to see you again."

"Anthony, this is my friend Larry," she said.

We shook hands, and he led us inside. As we entered the room I took a
look around. It was a small night club. In the center was a small dance
floor. Along the walls surrounding the the club were semi-circular
booths with softly padded seats. They looked like they could seat four
people. The rest of the floor area was dotted with tables for two. On
each booth and table was a small candle. The candles that were lit
indicated an occupied table or booth. Anthony led us to a table and lit the candle.

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"Enjoy yourselves, you two," he said. "Donna, get this man something to
drink," he said.

As we sat down across from each other, she removed her jacket. I stared
momentarily at her lovely shoulders and arms. She caught my eye, and
reached over and took my right hand in her left.

"What would you like to drink, Larry?" she asked.

"I don't know," I answered. "What are you having?"

"How about some wine?" she suggested.

"That would be just fine," I answered, matter-of-factly.

"I'll be right back." she said. With that she got up and went over to
the far corner of the club. It was the bar. As she walked I watched her
skirt sway gently with each step.

"Positively devastating!" I whispered to myself. She had stopped to talk
to some couples on the dance floor. It was then that I noticed something
different about this place. All of the ladies seemed to be taller than
their male dancing partners. I especially noticed one couple in
particular. She looked to be almost 6 and a half feet tall, while he
looked to be  a little taller than me. As they danced, his head was
snuggled in her bosom. They appeared to be very comfortable together. I
saw Donna talking to one of the couples and nodding her head towards me.
As I looked around the dance floor, all of the couples seemed to be
looking my way. I felt as if I was in a goldfish bowl, and I wished for
Donna to return quickly with our drinks. She took her time, stopping to
talk with her friends on the way back. I was getting fidgety.

When she returned, she handed me my drink and sat down across from me. I
couldn't take my eyes of her.

"Well," she said, "what do you think of this place?"

"I'm not sure," I answered. " Maybe you'd better tell me more about it."

"You saw the letters on the door," she said. "ALSC stands for Athletic
Ladies Social Club. It's a private social club. As you can see," she
continued, "all of the women are bigger than the men."

"Sort of like you and me," I joked.

"That's the point," she continued. "Look at Kathy and Bill out there,
the real tall girl with the guy about your size. If they went out to a
normal place, what do you think people would say?" she asked.

"They'd probably make fun of them, especially him," I answered. "And
that's a shame."

"Exactly," she said. "So they can come here where everybody thinks the
same and enjoy themselves."

"How did this place get started?" I asked.

"A number of years ago, some ladies from a basketball team started the
place. A few of them had boyfriends who were shorter then they were, and
they were tired of the constant harrassing by other people when they
went out together. So they pooled some money and bought this place. They
fixed it up and, well, here we are!" she finished.

"That's interesting," I said. "Do you get many gay people in here?" I
asked.

"Once in a while, but we try and stay away from that. We'd rather see
this as a heterosexual place, for tall women and their shorter men.
Don't get me wrong," she said. "I'm not against gays, but this club is
here for a particular reason. It's also nice because we don't get any
riff-raff in here."

"So you pay a membership fee?" I asked.

"Yes," she added. "It's not cheap, but it's well worth it. It's a place
I can go to and relax and enjoy myself."

"Do you ever come here by yourself?" I asked.

"Sometimes," she added. "I'll meet a friend here and we'll just unwind
with a couple of drinks."

"Male or female?" I asked.

"Doesn't matter," she said. "It's nice to unwind with a friend."

She grabbed my hand and gave it a quick squeeze. I winced slightly, and
she said, "Come on, Larry. Dance with me!"

I felt myself start to tremble slightly. I was actually going to get to
hold this lovely lady in my arms! Or maybe it was the other way around,
looking at her. We stood up and I nervously walked out to the dance
floor with her, hand in hand.

Out on the floor, we faced each other. I was trembling! I carefully put
my right  hand around her waist. She put her left arm around my neck,
resting her hand on my left shoulder. I took her right hand in my left,
but she took it and placed it around her waist at the very top of her
shapely derriere. Then she took her right arm and placed it around my
neck intertwining it with her other arm. My head was locked between her
two massive arms! She stepped closer to me and placed her cheek on mine
then moved her body closer and gently touched mine. Her high heels
caused me to rest my chin gently on her massive shoulder.  I started to
take a step, and almost fell. She steadied me and said, almost in a
whisper, "Relax, Larry. Easy does it" We just swayed to the music. Our
feet hardly moved. I felt completely engulfed in her arms and her body.
It was almost as if I had reentered the womb. She was wonderfully warm,
and her perfume intoxicated me. And my manhood stiffened completely!

When the music stopped, we stood there holding each other for a few
seconds. Then, like clockwork, we both let go at the same time. I looked
in her eyes, and she smiled.

"See, it wasn't so bad, was it," she said.

"No," I said. "It was very nice," completely understating my thoughts.

The music started once again.

"Again?" she asked.

I nodded, and we were quickly in the same embrace. As we rocked slowly
back and forth, some of her friends who were also dancing greeted her.
She introduced me to them, telling them that I was the person "who
helped fix my car." There were various comments like, "So you're the
expert," and " so this is Larry!" They seemed very nice, and of course,
I had to look up to all of the women. At the end of the song, we went
back to our table.

"Just what did you tell these people?" I asked her as we sat down.

She looked a little embarrassed. "Just that I had met you and that we
were coming here tonight," she said, shyly. She reached over and took my
hand in hers. I could feel the calluses on it, obviously from lifting
all of those weights, but it felt soft and very warm at the same time. A
lovely paradox!

"Ladies choice!!" I heard the dee jay bellow through the mike. I looked
at her, and she had this mischevious look on her face. Suddenly I felt
this hand on my shoulder. A voice behind me said, "Would you like to
dance, Larry?" I turned around and looked up....and up, and up...It was
Kathy, the basketball player. I quickly looked at Donna. Her hand was
covering her mouth as she tried to stifle her laughter.  I looked down
at the table and muttered, "Oh my God!"

I stood up, looked up at Kathy and said emphatically, "Why,yes, I'd love
to!!" I took her hand and we went out to the dance floor.  Donna got up
and was dancing with Bill. I looked over at them, and they were having a
good laugh. I wanted to say something to Kathy, but she pulled my head
to her bosom and held it there. We swayed gently to the music, my head
in her warm chest. It was a lovely feeling, but I realized that I'd much
rather be with Donna. When the music was over, I thanked her for the
dance and went over and caught Donna as she and Bill were leaving the
dance floor. The music started again, and I grabbed her hand. "I'd like
to dance with you, young lady" I said, sternly.

I led her to the dance floor, and we embraced in our own dance hold, but
this time I looked directly up in her eyes.

"Having fun with me again, eh?" I asked, jokingly. "Didn't you have
enough of this with me at Bob's?" I said, trying to make her remember
the very first time we met and all the embarrassament she caused me.

"I'm sorry," she confessed, "but come on, Larr, don't tell me you didn't
enjoy your little dance with her!"

"It was very nice, indeed," I said, "but I'd much rather be with you,
Donna!"

"Good!" she said. She pressed her cheek to mine, and I could feel her
pulling me closer to her. Her thighs were just touching mine!  As we
swayed back and forth to the music, she began to hum in my ear. She had
a lovely voice, and I started to hum in harmony to the music. She looked
at me and said, very softly," Where did you learn to do that?"

"I used to play the trumpet in a band, and I learned to harmonize," I
answered.

"Larry, it sounds lovely," she said. And she pressed her cheek to mine.

" Gee," I whispered to her, "I'm usually a little flat."

She looked at me and we both began to laugh.  It must have sounded
funny, because now we both began to laugh hysterically! Her friends were
giving us strange looks. We calmed down.

"You're a real clown, Larry!" she whispered, as she pulled me closer to
her.

When the music finished, we went back to our table and sat down. She
reached across the table, and I gave her my hand.
 
"Gee," I said, "it's nice to be in a club that's not filled with smoke."

"It's not allowed in here," said Donna. "Besides, you don't think any of
these women smoke, do you?"

"I'm sure they don't," I answered, "but I can remember when everybody
smoked."

"Even you?" she asked.

"Even me," I said. "But I quit, like most of my friends."

"Was it hard to do?" she asked.

"Well," I said slowly, "I really had no choice in the matter."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"It was something I had to do and do immediately," I answered.

"Did you get sick, or something?" she asked.

"Yeah, I did," I confessed.

"Well, what happened?" she questioned.

" I had a mild heart attack a few years ago," I said. "And that was the
end of cigarettes!"

She looked at me in complete surprise. "Oh, my God....Oh, Larry!.. I'm
sorry!" she said.

"Are you alright now?" she asked.

"I'm just fine!" I told her.

"If I'd have known I would have never had you lift those weights at my
place when I posed for you!" she said, with a note of apology in her
voice. "I feel terrible!"

"It's okay," I said. "I would't have done it if I didn't think I could.
Believe me, I know my limits, and I know when to quit!"

"But how do you feel now?" she asked.

"To be perfectly honest with you," I continued, "it's like it never
happened. I don't smoke, I take a little medication, watch what I eat,
and exercise on a treadmill. Let me tell you something, Donna. My
heart's been pounding away ever since you opened your door tonight. But
it feels great and will probably go on pounding all night, as long as
you're here. So don't worry, I promise not to drop dead on you
tonight!!" I joked.

"Okay", she sighed. "You really had me scared there, Larry! Hey, if you
think you're up to it, would you like to dance with me?" she said,
jokingly.

"Well, I don't know. Let me see if my heart's up to it!" I said. She
grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor.

We embraced in our own way on the dance floor. I could feel her pulling
me just a little closer than before. I turned my head and rested it
gently on her right arm. She flexed it slightly. My lips were just
touching it, and I wanted to kiss it. She flexed it more, and it was
hard and hot. She began humming softly in my ear, and I harmonized. I
was completely engulfed in her massive female muscularity and her
beautiful feminine voice. She turned her head towards mine and tilted it
slightly. I was looking directly up into her eyes, and she down to mine.
Her face was close to mine.

"Do you think by brakes will be okay?" she whispered. Her face moved
closer. I could feel her hot breath on my face.

"I --I--think so," I whispered, stammering. "I--if  you're careful."

And then I felt her lips just brush mine as I spoke. They were soft and
very warm.

"I-I'll try to be." She was stammering, and her lips were just grazing
mine. It was a spectacular feeling, talking and our lips just touching 
as we did. Our eyes were locked together. It was as if  we were in a
trance. I started to whisper. I didn't know what I was saying. I talked
very slowly and deliberately, as if I was intoxicated. She was answering
me, whispering very slowly and deliberately. I wanted to kiss her, but I
was afraid. Suddenly, our lips puckered and we kissed a short, very
soft, very warm, lovely kiss, the kind you think of when you think of a
first kiss with someone very special. I started to whisper again, not
knowing what I was saying, all the while just touching her lips. She
responded in the same way. We were whispering just to feel our lips
touch. We kissed again, a short, lovely kiss, just as before. All the
while our eyes were locked to each other. It was the most fantastic
feeling I'd ever had with a woman!  And then the music ended.

"Isn't that sweet!" I heard someone blurt out, loudly. I looked around,
and we were surrounded be some of her friends.

"Aren't they cute?" someone else said.

"How do you do that?" asked another voice.

"Can you teach it to us?" came another question.

Donna and I looked at each other. We were totally embarrassed. And
everyone around us was laughing.

"Come on, you guys," someone said. "You've got to show us how it's
done!!"

"Please!" said another. "It looks like fun. And so romantic!!"

"Okay, okay," I said. "Let me see if I can explain this."

"First," I said, "you have to whisper," I said whispering. "And you have
to be with someone you really like," I continued in a whisper.

Donna continued, "Then you move close to your partner and lightly touch
your lips together, like this," she said. And she was just touching my
lips as she spoke.

They all began to try it.

"Kathy, I can't reach you all the way up there," said Bill. Kathy leaned
down and they tried it.

"Ow! Don't bite my lip, just touch it," said someone.

"Are you guys getting the hang of it?" asked Donna.

"Yeah, it's really neat!" said one of the girls.

"What do you call it?" asked another.

"It's talking and touching your lips at the same time," someone said.

"Larry and Donna started it," offered one of the men.

"We have to have a name for it," said another.

"Larry and Donna, and it's almost like kissing," said Kathy.

Donna and I looked at each other. We must have been on the same
wavelength, for we blurted out at the same time, "Lissing!!"

"That's what we'll call it," she said.  "Lissing!"

"Okay!" someone said, as the music started. "Everybody! Let's liss!!"

Donna and I looked at each other. We couldn't do it, for we were
laughing.

"What did we start?" I asked, in a normal tone.

"You started it, Larry, not me!" she protested.

"But I couldn't have done it without you, Donna!" I said. "You have to
take some of the blame."

"No thanks, Larry. This was your doing!" she said, laughing.

Just then a couple passed by, and they were lissing. They appeared to be
completely engulfed in each other, kissing and whispering lightly.

"Do you think they like it?" Donna asked.

"Looks that way!" I answered.

She put her face to mine. "Talk to me," she whispered. "Let's liss."

We danced and lissed, just whispering and kissing ever so lightly. It
was such a wonderful feeling that I didn't ever want it to stop. I wish
I would have thought of this when I was a teenager. How much more
romantic my life would have been!!


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At the end of the song, Donna and I went back to our table.

"Let's move to a booth," she said. "It's cozier there!"

We moved our drinks and candle over to a booth, and I removed my jacket
and tie . We slid in and sat next to each other. I could feel the warmth
of her body. She took my hand, clasped it and put it down next to her
thigh. It was wonderfully hot! We talked very quietly for the next few
minutes, our eyes locked in a mesmerizing gaze. She would ask me a
question, and I would try to answer it. I usually could, and if I
couldn't, I was able to come up with some other pertinent information.
She seemed amazed that I was able to do this, but to me it was no big
deal. I enjoyed it. But her eyes were driving me crazy.

Finally, I said, "Dance with me, Donna!"

She smiled, got up, and we went to the  dance floor. We held each other
in our usual embrace, except now she had placed her left hand around my
waist, and I could feel her pulling me toward her ever so slightly. My
head was between her cheek and her arm. I gently put my head on her arm,
and she flexed her bicep slightly, as she had done before. But this time
I kissed it lightly. She flexed completely. It was huge and hard as
steel. Without warning I whispered, "You're beautiful!"

"Oh my God", I thought. I was totally embarrassed. "Why did I say that!
You just made a complete fool of yourself, dummy!"

"No I'm not," she whispered in my face. Our lips touched again. "But
it's very nice of you to say it," she continued.

"Well, I really think you are," I whispered. " I guess I shouldn't have
said that," I said,

"But it just came out. I really couldn't help it, Donna. If I
embarrassed you, please accept my apology. I feel like such a fool!"

"No apology need," she said. "Ladies like to be told that, you know.
Even when they know it's not true."

"But it is," I protested. "And you know it!"

"No, Larry, it's"....

"Yes it is!" I interrupted. "Just look at you! You look fantastic! Don't
tell me you don't!"

"Well, guys don't like the way I look," she answered. "They think
there's something wrong with me."

"Wrong with you!" I answered. "Like what?"

"They think there's something wrong with my genes, or something" she
said. "Girls aren't supposed to have big muscles like these"

"But it's okay for guys to have small muscles. They're stupid!" I said.

"But you're genes? I don't think so!" I continued. "Maybe they ought to
have their genes checked.  Donna,  there's  certainly nothing wrong with
yours. Just look at you. Every muscle is shaped perfectly. And look how
big they are. They're huge!  No Donna, you are perfection, indeed!" I
finished.

"Well....maybe...." she began.

"No maybe's about it," I told her. "You know it's true. I know you look
in the mirror all the time, don't you? And I'm sure you love what you
see, don't you?"

"I guess...so..." she answered, hesitantly.

"You know you do," I said. "And I think you're beautiful. And you do,
too!"

"Okay, Larry," she said. "But tell me something. Do I intimidate you?"
she asked shyly.

"Intimidate me?" I asked. "Absolutely!!"

"I do?" she questioned. "But I don't mean to..."

"Yes you do!" I said. "Tell me, you don't do all of that work for
nothing, do you? You do it because you want to look this way. So people
will think when they see you, 'Wow! Look at the muscles on her! Better
not mess with her!  She'd break you into little pieces without even
thinking about it!' Just so you can intimidate them!"

I could tell she was getting a little upset. And maybe a little
confused.

"That's not true, Larry!" she said. "I do it because I like to! I enjoy
it, believe it or not."

"I'm sure you do, Donna, " I continued. "But I'm sure you like to look
at yourself and say, 'Look at me! Look at my muscles. Nobody will mess
with me!'"

"No, I don't!" she protested. " I don't mean to intimidate anybody,
especially you!"

"Well, I think you do," I said. "But it doesn't bother me that you
intimidate me. I know that you're very strong, Donna, but I don't think
you'd hurt a flea, would you? And to me you're beautiful. You're the
most beautiful lady I've ever seen. Do you understand that now?"

She looked at me very satisfied and said, "You really think that about
me, don't you."

"I most certainly do!" I said. "I think you're beautiful!" I whispered
to her, emphatically.

"You're very sweet, Larry!" she said. "No one's ever told me that
before. I'm flattered!" she whispered. She pulled me closer to her and
pushed her hips to mine. My manhood was totally erect, and I'm sure she
could feel it. I saw her eyes widen momentarily, and I was sure she
could feel me. We kissed again, a short, lovely, warm kiss. I was in
pure ecstacy, and I was hoping she had a similar feeling. When the music
ended, we made our way back to our table. We sat down, held hands, and
she asked me questions.

"Ladies choice!" came the announcement from the dee jay. I saw one of
the ladies walking toward our table, and I felt Donna nudge me. Her name
was Lisa, and she was a track athlete.

"Have fun!" Donna whispered.

Lisa asked me to dance, and I obliged. She was nearly 6 feet tall and
very muscular.

As we danced I asked her about herself.

"I'm a javelin thrower." she said.

"The javelin?" I asked. "You can actually throw a javelin? That was a
car, you know," I said, kiddingly. "You must really be strong!"

"You know," she said, "I heard there was a car called the Javelin. Have
you ever seen one?"

"Sure," I said. "I know all about it!"

"Tell me about it." she said.

"It was a ponycar, like the Mustang and Camaro." I said. "It was made by
a small company called AMC. It was built from 1968 to 1974, and they
were very fast. They were raced against the other ponycars and they did
very well. I have several friends that have them. They're really
beautiful."

"How come they don't make them anymore?" she asked.

"They got caught in the gas crunch of 1973 and got discontinued the next
year", I continued. "It's a shame, because they were probably the best
of the lot"

"Could you get me a picture of one?" she asked.

"Sure!" I answered. "I'll give it to Donna to give to you."

"Thanks," she said. "I'd really like to see it."

"It would be my pleasure!" I answered.

"I wish I could get Donna to do some track and field," she said. "She'd
be a great shot putter, with all of that upper body strength she has."

"Why don't you ask her?" I asked.

"I've tried, but she'd just rather lift her weights," she said. "You
know, she's the strongest person I know. She's the only one who can beat
me at arm wrestling, male or female. Don't ever arm wrestle with her.
She's devastating!"

"You're too late," I said. "She already got me. Twice!"

"And I'll bet she didn't hurt you, either" she said. "She's very gentle"

"You're right," I said. "She put me down nice and easy. Didn't hurt a
bit. But I could sure feel her power!"

The music ended and I went back to our table. Donna had danced with
Lisa's boyfriend, Phil. I intercepted her on the way back, and took her
hand.

"Come on, Larry," she said. "Dance with me."

Back out on the floor, we went into our usual embrace. She put her face
to mine, and our lips just touched. But we didn't say a word. We kissed
lightly a few times, all the while gazing into each others eyes. I was
positively overwhelmed by her. Her warmth. Her muscularity. Her soft
lips. And her heavenly eyes! I felt that this might be as close to
Heaven as I would ever get!

It was getting late. Some of the couples had left and a few thanked us
for our "lissing"

lesson, saying that they enjoyed it immensly. We decided that we had
better be on our way. We danced one more dance, and again I was in
Heaven. As it ended, we kissed softly. We said our good-byes to her
friends and headed to the car. George, the lot attendant got Donna's
car, and we were off.  She sat right next to me.  Her skirt was pulled
up again, revealing her beautifully shaped, muscular thighs. She wrapped
her arms around my right arm and rested her head on my shoulder. We
talked small talk and she asked me questions again as we drove. I felt
like I owned the world on that ride to her place.  When we got there,
she invited me up for a cup of tea.

"Just tea!" she said. "No shennanigans!" she joked.

I helped her make tea, and we retired to the sofa, placing our teacups
on the table in front of it. She took my hand in hers and intertwined
her fingers around mine. She gripped me firmly, but not tight enough to
hurt. We talked very softly, almost in a whisper. We moved closer
together, and as we spoke our lips were just touching. I gazed intensly
into her eyes, and she into mine. Then she took my hand and placed in on
top of her thigh. She opened up my hand  and placed it palm down on her
thigh, moving it slowly in a small circular motion. She began slowly
flexing her thigh.  Her muscles were fantastically proportioned and hard
as steel. We kept our intense stare into each other's eyes. Her muscles
retracted and flexed slowly.

"You're .....beautiful," I whispered, slowly, as if I were in a trance.

"Thank....you....You're very ....sweet," She whispered back, slowly.
"D'you like.....my legs?" she whispered, her lips just brushing mine.

"Beautiful......just beautiful!" I whispered. She flexed it again as I
moved my hand slowly across it. "Most.. beautiful legs.... I've ever
seen," I stammered.

"Glad you .... like.. them," she whispered. "They're just....
for..you...... Are they ...big ..enough?"     
        . "...Perfect.." I answered. "....the best.."

"I'll make...them bigger... just for ...you, ...if you....want, " she
whispered. Our lips touched, and we kissed lightly.
"...For...you...Larry.... Just....for you...."   
           
"...Whatever you ...want," I answered. "...whatever....." She continued
moving my hand on her leg, all the while slowly flexing and retracting
her muscles. My hand trembled slightly, and she steadied it with a firm
but soft grip.

"Whatever... you... want....They're  ....all...yours...  ," she said,
her lips rubbing mine.

I continued to caress her thigh, her hand guiding mine.  I couldn't
believe its size and density. It felt bigger and harder than I could
have ever imagined.

Then I saw her hold back a yawn.

"You tired, Donna?" I asked in a whisper.

"A little," she answered. She laid her head on my shoulder, and stopped
moving my hand and flexing her leg. I felt her yawn again.

"You're tired," I whispered. "I think I better leave so you can get a
good night's sleep."

"I am a little tired," she whispered. "Would you.. be mad....at me if
....I asked you....to ..leave?" she asked, her eyes locked to mine.

"Of course ...not," I answered. " Maybe a little disappointed...but
not...mad. I could...never be mad... at you!"

"You...sure?" she asked, gazing at me intensly.

"Yes," I said. I got up and pulled her up to me. "Come on, beautiful.
You better get some sleep!" We slowly walked to the door, arm in arm. I
could feel the tremendous warmth radiating from her body. We turned and
faced each other.

"Larry," she whispered, her face close to mine. "I had a beautiful time
tonight. You're....you're very sweet!"

"Thank you," I answered. "So are you.... And you're....
beautiful.....just beautiful..."

We kissed lightly, but held it  for a few seconds.  Her lips were on
fire!

I opened the door.

"Will you... call me?" she asked.

"If you ...want," I answered, slowly.

"Of course... I do," and she kissed me lightly. "Silly boy!" We gazed at
each other, our eyes locked intently.

"I'll ..call you...soon," I said, as I slipped out into the hallway.

"Soon!" she whispered.

"Soon!" I repeated. She blew me a kiss and I blew one back. The door
closed in front of me, and I turned and slowly descended the stairway.
As I made my way to my car, I could feel my heart slow down and my
manhood relax. They had been working hard all night, from the moment she
first opened the door. I was tired, but I had a tremendous loving
feeling all through my body. As I drove home, I thought of the wonderful
time she had shown me tonight. I couldn't remember ever feeling this
good or intense about someone. Ever. I knew I wanted to see her again,
soon. But it would be some time before we would meet again.

[elvis27]

OK!   THAT    WAS    AWESOME!!!!!!!   Great Story. Thanks!!!

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Looking forward to part 3

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Here you go: Part 3

I called Donna the next morning. I got her answering machine and left a message.
Then I went out to do some food shopping. When I returned the "Message" light was
blinking on my machine. I pushed the button to retrieve it. There was a long pause and
then.....  "Oh, I'm sorry. I must have the wrong number"
It was Donna.
"Smart girl!" I said to myself. I picked up the phone and called her.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hi, Donna," I said. "It's Larry. I got your - uh - message. Thank you!"
"Yes, well," she said, "after I dialed, I thought about what would happen if you weren't
there. So I faked it, knowing you'd recognize my voice. Was that okay?"
"Perfect!" I said. "Couldn't have been better. How are you today?"
"Fine," she cooed, softly. "How are you?"
"Great!" I said. "Slept like a log!"
"Me, too!" she said, softly. "Listen. I have to run. Got some errands to do. Will you call
me?" she asked, in a sexy voice.
"Do you want me to?" I asked, softly.
"What do you think?" She paused. "Silly boy!"
"Okay," I said. "I'll call you as soon as I can."
"Great!" she said. "Take care of yourself, you hear?"
"I will." I answered.
"Bye, sweetie." she said.
"Bye, beautiful!" And we hung up.
But I didn't call her all that week. There was never a time when I was by myself at
home. Even on Saturday night, when it was customary for my family to go shopping at
a local mall, they decided to spend the evening at home. Needless to say, I was beside
myself, wondering what was going through Donna's  mind.
I was at home Wednesday night with my daughter when the phone rang. She picked it
up and began talking. I figured it was one of her friends. A couple of minutes later she
called to me, "Dad! Phone!"
"Who is it?", I asked.
"It's Bob!" she answered.
"Bob who?" I asked.
"Bob, from Bob's Auto Repair," she said.  It was unusual for Bob to call me at home. I
usually called him when I needed to get inspection or something on my cars. I figured
something must be up with Donna. I picked up the phone.
"Hey, Bob!" I said.
"Kid!" he said, "How are ya?"
"Good!" I answered. "What's doin'?"
"I was just talking to your daughter. She's quite a young lady," he said.
"I know," I replied. I knew he was envious of me, having just gone through a nasty
divorce in which his ex-wife was given custody of their daughter who was the same age
as mine. I knew he was heartbroken over it. "She's just great!" I replied.
"How's the wife?" he asked.
"Fine," I said. "She's working tonight."
"Good," he said, quietly. "I've got to talk to you. I think it's important."
"Let me get some privacy." I said. I grabbed the portable phone, and told my daughter I
was going down into my garage to discuss some "car stuff" with Bob. Once there, I
activated the phone.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Saw your little friend Donna tonight." he said. "She asked for you, and she didn't
sound too happy."
"What did she say?" I said, nervously.
"Weren't you supposed to call her?" he asked.
"Yeah, but I haven't had a chance," I answered. "Just haven't had any privacy around
here."
"Well, you'd better do something," he said. "She was hopping mad tonight."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well," he said, "every time I go to the gym, she's there. She always comes over to say
hello, and asks how you are or if I've seen you. And, of course , I've been telling her
that I haven't seen you so I don't know how you are. Well, tonight she came over, and I
could tell she was a little upset when I saw her. She said that if I ever see you that just
maybe you'll remember who she is, and maybe you'd like to call her like you promised
you would, that is if you ever get your head out from under that stupid old car or where
ever it is. Yeah, kid, she was a little upset!"
"Oh, my God," I said. "I'd better call her now!"
"I guess you'd better!" said Bob. "Listen, if you're looking for something to do with
her, they're having a big drag race at the Grove Speedway this weekend. All the big
names will be there, you know, Force, Pedregon, Yates, Bernstein, all the big names on
the tour. I can get tickets from Mike at the speed shop. Claire and I are going, and you
two are welcome to join us.  We're going up on Saturday. Maybe Donna would like to
go."
"Thanks, Bob," I said. "If I can straighten this thing out I'll take you up on it. I'll call
you back tonight as soon as I know."
"Okay, kid," he said. "Good luck!"
I hung up and dialed Donna's number. I was really scared, and sure that she would
probably hang up on me. The phone rang, and she answered.
"Hello?" she said.
"Donna, it's Larry. Please don't hang up on me. I want to apologize for not calling you.
It was stupid, and I promise I'll never do it again." I was rambling. "You know I want to
call you, but I haven't had any privacy at home. I'll understand perfectly if you don't
accept my apology, but you know that I'm hoping that you do. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Please, please accept my apology."
There was silence on the other end of the phone, and I was waiting to hear a click and a
dial tone.
"Apology accepted," she said, softly.
"Thank you, Donna," I said. " I'm really..."
"It's okay," she interrupted. "I can understand what happened. How've you been, Larr?"
"Pretty good," I answered. "Except I haven't seen you. Can we get together sometime?"
"Sure," she said. "When?"
"Well, I said, "as you've probably guessed by now, I talked to Bob tonight. Yes, I
certainly do remember who you are, and I'm out from under that stupid old Rambler, or
whatever."
I heard her laugh on the other end. "I'll have to thank Bob the next time I see him." she
said. "That's pretty close to what I told him," she laughed.
"How would you like to go to the drag races on Saturday?" I asked. " Might see cars go
as fast as 300 miles per hour!"  I told her all about the championship tour, and she
sounded excited. I agreed to keep her posted on the arrangements, and returned my call
to Bob.
"Bob," I said, after he picked up the phone, "get the tickets. Donna wants to go."
"Great!" he said. "I'll get them tomorrow."
"Good enough!" I said.
"Kid," he said. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," I said. "What's on your mind?"
He paused. "Doesn't she scare you"? he asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked him.
"Well, you know," he was stammering, "er, ah..."
"You mean the way she looks?" I asked.
"Well, yeah," he said sheepishly.
"Well, no, not really," I said. "I personally think she looks terrific. Maybe you think
that's weird, but to me she looks great!"
"Then you're not scared of her," he said.
"Not really," I said. "Why, is there something I should know about her?"
"Well, I don't know," he said, hesitantly.
"Well, maybe you'd better tell me about it," I said. "Does she have a mean streak in her,
or something?"
"No, not at all," he said. "She's as docile as a puppy. Wouldn't hurt a flea. But..."
"Come on, Bob!" I said. "What is it?"
"Well, you should see her in the gym," he said. He paused.
"Come on, Bob! What's the secret!" I demanded.
"It's just that she's probably the strongest person there, male or female." he said.   
"Yeah, so?" I said.
"Larry," he continued, " you wouldn't believe how strong she is. She can outlift me
without even trying. Even big John, who works for me. And you know how big he is."
 "Yeah, well I know she's pretty strong," I said. "You might say she gave me a little
demonstration."
"You're kidding," he said.
"No, really," I said. "She had me over for dinner the first time we met. Then she posed
for me. You know, showed me all of her muscles. Then she showed me just how good
they worked. And to top it all off, she made me lift weights so I could compare myself
to her. We even arm wrestled. Twice!"
"Oh, God!" he said. "She didn't hurt you, did she?"
"Naa!" I said. "She just put me down real gently. Didn't hurt at all!"
"So you're not afraid of her?" he asked.
"No. Intimidated? Yes," I answered. "But afraid? No. She'd never hurt me or anyone
else. I think she knows how strong she is and she would know when she's hurting
someone. But I don't think she'd ever put herself in that kind of a situation."
"Oh, okay..." He paused.
"What else, Bob?" I said. I felt he was holding back something.
"Well," he said, "hardly any of the guys in the gym will talk to her. I'm about the only
one." he said.
"But you've talked to her," I said. "She's very nice. I've been with her twice, and we've
had a lot of fun together. And to be truthful about it, I really can't wait to see her again.
She's very nice, and like I said, I think she's gorgeous!"
"Well, good, kid," he said. "I'm glad to hear what you think about her. I'm beginning to
see her in a different way now."
"Yeah," I said. "She's perfectly normal. Just has big muscles, that's all. But I think
you'll see Saturday when we go out together."
"Alright, kid," he said. "See you Saturday!"
"Will do!" I answered.
I picked her up early Saturday afternoon. She was wearing a loose fitting tee shirt with a
car silkscreened on the front, a pair of loose fitting jeans, and sneakers. The sleeves of
her shirt came down just to the end of her big biceps, and you could see that they fit
very tightly around them. It look as if they might even pop through the material. And
her leg muscles strained against her jeans. She had on a wide brimmed hat to protect her
from the sun. She looked just fantastic!
"Donna, you look terrific!" I told her as we left her apartment. Once again, my heart
started to pound, and my manhood stiffened.
"Thank you," she said, demurely. Our eyes locked in one of our special gazes. She took
my hand in hers and gripped it firmly. When we got into her car, she slid over right next
to me, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body. As I started to drive, she wound
her left hand around my right forearm. I could feel her large bicep pushing against the
back of my arm. She pulled my arm back into it, then flexed it. It felt just like a
baseball, round and very hard. She gazed at me with those big, beautiful dark eyes and
said ever so softly, "Like it, Larr?"
"Y-yes," I stammered.
"Good", she whispered, her face closer to mine. "Just for you, Larr...For you."   
I could feel her hot breath in my face. We drove all the way to Bob's house this way.
It's a wonder I didn't have an accident.
We greeted Bob and Claire when we arrived at Bob's, and we all piled into Bob's
Camaro. Donna and I sat in the back seat. It was somewhat cramped, but we didn't
mind. She sat on my left,  took my left hand in her right and squeezed it tightly, but not
enough to hurt.  It was like Heaven being with her.
As we drove, we all talked. Our conversation was very animated. Donna seemed to fit
right in, even though she was somewhat younger than the rest of us. Now everyone was
asking questions again.
"Just ask Larry anything," she said. "He knows everything."
"Well, not quite," I answered.
"Yeah, kid," said Bob. "You know a lot!"
"But not as much as your cousin, Steve!" I said. "Now there's a guy who knows
everything. A real trivia buff and reader."
"You're right about that," said Bob. "He reads everything and remembers just about all
of it. It's uncanny!"
"You mean he knows more than you, Larry?" asked Donna. "That's hard to believe.
I've never met anyone who knows as much as you, Larr."
"Bob's right," I said. "You wouldn't believe the stuff he knows."
We drove on, and Bob and I told the girls what they might see today.
"You'll probably see cars go 300 miles an hour," I told Donna. Then I whispered to her,
"Isn't that sort of a magic number to you?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, that's about as many pounds as you can lift, isn't it?" I asked.
"Sort of," she said. "Actually, I can lift more than that. But you'll see. Maybe later." she
whispered, with a mischievous look in her eyes.
At the track, we found seats high atop the bleachers on the spectator side. We watched
sportsman classes running at speeds of 140 miles per hour. The girls were impressed.
"Did you ever race?" Donna asked me.
"Did he ever race?" volunteered Bob. "He's got a roomful of trophies at home. How
many do you think you have, kid?"
"Oh, about 20," I said. "But I wrapped them up and put them away many years ago.
They got to be dust collectors. But I had fun."
"How fast did you go?" asked Donna.
"Best I ever ran was a 14.6 at 98 miles an hour," I said "Not bad for a stock Rambler."
"Were you ever scared?" she asked.
"No. It doesn't seem that fast on the big, wide race track. And besides, you have plenty
of room to stop," I continued. "It's really quite safe."
All the while Donna and I had our eyes riveted to each other, and we held hands tightly.
As she moved I could see her big biceps straining against the tight sleeves of her shirt.
"Hey, Larr," said Bob, "look what's coming up." He was talking about one of my
friends' AMC Gremlin. I was excited. He was up against a Camaro.
"Sorry, Bob," I said. "Gotta root for the Gremlin."
They did their burnouts, staged, and the lights came down. My friend pulled a slight
holeshot out of the gate on the Camaro and was never headed. He ran a 9.4 at over 140
miles per hour.  Needless to say I screamed as he went through the traps ahead of the
Camaro.
"Friend of yours?" asked a spectator in back of me.
"Yes he is," I said, proudly.
"What's in it?" he asked, "Small block Chevy?"
"Not hardly," I replied. " It's corporate powered, AMC all the way."
"No kidding?" he said. "It's really quick. Never thought they were that fast."
"They are," I replied. "Would you ever admit to being beaten by one?" I asked.
"No way!" he said. "Not on your life!"
"Well, that's the way most people think about them," I said. "But they do run, and run
fast!" Later that day, my friend eventually won his division, much to the chagrin of the
competition.
Then it was time for the big boys. I offered Donna some earplugs, but she refused.
"I'd really like to hear the sound," she said. They were loud, and they consistently ran
over 300 miles per hour. The girls were thrilled, and Donna and I continued to hold
hands tightly and gaze into each other's eyes.
After the big boys ran their round, the girls decided to go to the bathroom together.
When they were out of earshot, Bob turned to me with a big grin on his face.
"Larr, I can't believe what I'm seeing!" he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I've never seen you like this, in all the years  I've known you," he said. "You two look
like you're crazy about each other."
"Is it that obvious?" I asked.
"It is to us," he said.
"Even Claire?" I continued.
"Oh yes," he said.
"I feel like a fool!" I said.
"It's okay. You guys are really cute together," he said.
"Bob," I asked. "What in the world do you think she sees in me? I'm certainly not
handsome or built like the guys in the gym, and I must be nearly twice her age. I can't
figure it out!"
"Oh, that's easy!" he said. "You're one of the very few guys who'll talk to her, and you
treat her like a real lady. That shows. And she loves it. Probably the first time in her life
she's been treated this way. And don't kid yourself, Larr. You're still pretty good
looking, and you're not fat or flabby like lots of guys your age. She appreciates that as a
bodybuilder, believe it or not. And she thinks you're the smartest guy on Earth. You
heard what she said about asking you anything. She thinks you know everything. She
really likes you, kid. Don't sell yourself short!"
"I still don't believe this is happening to me," I said. "I don't know where it will lead,
but I'll just keep riding it out for as long as it lasts."
"Tell me," he said, softly. "You guys been to bed yet?"
"No," I said. "And I'm not going to force it. I'm letting things take their course. I
haven't jeopardized my marriage yet by committing adultery, if you know what I mean.
It's still safe, just for my daughter's sake. She might be the only reason we stay
together. But I know a lot of marriages are like that, so it doesn't bother me."
The girls returned, and the big boys ran another round, again with speeds over 300.
When they were done we all decided to go into the pits to get a closer look at the cars.
Donna and I held hands as we walked, but I told her if I let go that I probably saw
someone I knew, and that it might be a little compromising for me. She understood
perfectly and agreed to do it. I especially wanted to see my friend with the Gremlin.
At one of the pit areas, one of the workers, who appeared to be the crew chief, saw the
car on my shirt.         
 "I used to own that car." he said.
"What ever happened to it?" I asked.
" I sold it when I lost my corporate backing." he said. " I just couldn't be competitive
without the big money. It's a shame because it was very fast. Do they have meets with
those cars?" he asked.
"We certainly do!" I volunteered. "I can get you information on it today, if you'd like."
"Please do," he said.
We went over to see my friend with the Gremlin. I congratulated him for his first round
win and introduced him to Bob. We talked, and he showed Bob the car. Bob was very
impressed. Donna stayed in the background as we talked. My friend then handed me a
flyer about our club's next drag race meet to give to the pit crew head. We then went
back so I could give him the flyer. He said he would try and make it if his schedule
permitted. We ate, then headed back to the bleachers for more racing. We were holding
hands again, and my heart continued to pound. Night began to fall, and the cars were
very exciting at night. You could see the large flames coming from their exhausts as
they raced. Donna and I were having a wonderful time together. We were totally and
completely wrapped up in each other. The races ended for the day, and we headed back
to the car.  Once inside, we held hands tightly, and gazed into each other's eyes. I could
feel the tremendous heat from her body.
As we rode home, Donna leaned her head to my shoulder and put her arm around the
front of my waist. She yawned slightly.
"Want to take a little nap?" I asked, softly.
"Would you mind, Larry?" she said in a whisper.
"Not at all," I said. "Make yourself comfortable."
"Mmm!" she cooed softly, as she snuggled her face to my neck. Her hair was in my
face. It was very soft and smelled of wildflowers. I nuzzled my face into it, and I gently
laid my hand on top of her arm. I could feel its size and density, even when relaxed. We
rode all the way back to Bob's like this.
Bob and Claire invited us in, but Donna wanted to go home. We declined their offer,
and headed toward Donna's car.  I opened the door for her, and as I walked around to
the other side, I saw her slide over to my side. She also looked like she was doing
something with her sleeves. As I opened the door she was sitting there partially facing
me with her hands in her lap.
"Oh, my God!.." I gasped. She had rolled her sleeves all the way up revealing her
magnificent biceps and massive shoulders.

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I slowly got in, staring at them intensely.
She moved closer. "Like them, Larr?" she whispered in a sultry voice.
"Y--yes!" I whispered. "You.....They're beautiful!"
"Good!" she whispered back. Her face was almost touching mine. "I'm glad. They like
you, Larr," she whispered. She lifted her right arm and flexed it in my face.
"Touch it, Larr," she said. "Come on, just touch it!"
I put my hand on it. It was rock hard and bigger than I could have ever imagined.
"With both hands," she whispered. "Both hands!" I put both hands on it, but I couldn't
wrap them around it.
"See?" she cooed softly, "It likes you, Larr. It likes when you touch it. Like to touch it?"
"I--it's magnificent!" were the only words I could say.
"Wonderful!" she said. She put her right arm gently around my waist and her left arm
around my shoulder.
"Let's go home," she whispered, her hot breath in my face.
As we drove she would flex her arm slowly behind my neck.
"They like you, Larry," she whispered. "Really, they do. And they hope you like them!"
"Y--you know I do, Donna!" I stammered. "I love y--them!"
I was in a total state of euphoria when we arrived at Donna's.
"Want to come up for some tea?" she said, in a normal tone of voice.
"Sure!" I said. "That would be lovely!" I said, in my best British accent. "Just lovely!"
"This way, sir!" she said, mimicking my British accent.
In her apartment, I helped her make tea. We never touched, just gazed into each other's
eyes. I was still amazed watching her body move from task to task. Then we sat down
on her sofa with our tea.
"A toast to a lovely time today," I said, "with a lovely person!"
"A toast to a wonderful person like you," she said.   We touched cups together and
sipped our tea. It was very romantic.
"I had a great time today, Donna." I said. "I hope you did, too."
"Of course, I did, Larry," she said. "It was really nice."
"Did you like the cars?" I asked.
"They were great!" she said. "And so loud! They were deafening! And really fast!"
"Yeah," I said. "Saw plenty of 300 miles an hour runs today, that's for sure!"
Donna looked at me wide-eyed . "That reminds me," she said. " I almost forgot! There's
 something I've got to show you!"
With that, she stood up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me into her weight room. She
went over to her weight bench and removed some weights from the bar. She lay  down
under the bar, lifted it off its stand and pumped it several times. She got up, added some
more weight, and again pumped it several times, vigorously inhaling and exhaling as
she did.  Then she stood up and shook her arms vigorously. She then added more weight
to the bar.
"That ought to do it," she said. "Here, Larry. Take a look!" she said proudly. I came
over next to her.
"Let's count the weights," she said. I counted the weights on one side.
"Looks like 180 pounds," I said.
"Now double it," she said. "Remember, you only counted one side."
"That would make it 360 pounds," I said. "Donna, you're not going to try to lift that ,
are you!?" I asked, in amazement.
"We'll see," she said. "But I'll need a spot. Think you can do it?"
"I don't know," I answered. "I wouldn't want you to get hurt, or something!"
"You'll be just fine," she said. "You always are. Come on, Larry. You can do it!"
"I'm really nervous about this, Donna," I said. "Are you?"
"A little," she said. "But we can do this. You and me. Together. Let's do it!" she said,
confidently.
"Okay," I said hesitantly. "Let's do it." I was really nervous; no, I was more afraid than
nervous. Suppose I couldn't spot her? I decided to at least give it a try.
She lay down under the bar again, began sucking air in and out vigorously, and lifted
the bar from its stand. She brought it down to her chest, still sucking air, and pushed it
straight up over her head! She had done it!  She moved the bar down to her chest once
again, still sucking air, and pushed it up a second time!
"Enough!" I said, and grabbed the bar.   
"Once more!" she breathed, heavily, and moved it to her chest again. With one mighty
heave, she raised it above her head a third time!
"That's all!", she heaved, and without my spot, placed the bar back on its stand. I
couldn't believe what I had just seen! Now I really knew how strong she was. Bob was
right! She had to be the strongest person in the gym! She sat up and looked at me, her
eyes wide with joy, a big smile across her face.   
"Whew!!" she said. "What do you think, Larry?"
"Bob was right!" I said. "You are the strongest person in the gym!"
"Did he say that?" she asked.
"He most certainly did!" I replied. "And he was right!"
"You know," she said, changing the subject, "I've sort of set a goal for myself."
"What is it?" I asked.
"I'd like to be able to bench press 400 pounds by the end of the year," she said. She
picked up a 20 pound weight. "All I need is one of these on each side and I'll have done
it!" she said.
"You can probably do it right now, Donna," I said. "No doubt in my mind!"
"Well, maybe," she said. "But you have to leave yourself a margin for error when
you're doing something like weight lifting," she said. "Otherwise, you could really get 
hurt. That's what it's all about. Being able to do it safely and surely. I'm not quite there
yet, but I think I can do it."
She stood up, put her arm around me, and we slowly walked back into the living room.
"I'm really proud of you, Donna. I hope you're proud of yourself, too," I said. "That
was a tremendous thing you did in there! Just unbelievable!"
"Thanks, Larr," she said. "I've set some other goals for myself, too."
Oh, really," I said. "What are they?" I asked, as we sat down on the sofa.
"Well, I really can't say, yet," she said. "Maybe I'll tell you later, okay?"
"Okay!" I said. And we picked up our cups and toasted each other.
"To 400 pounds!" I said, emphatically.
"To 400 pounds!" she repeated. And we took a sip of tea.
She looked at me, tilted her head, and asked me, coyly,  "Would you like me to pose for
you again, Larry? I bought a new outfit, and like you to see me in it. I think you'll like
it!"
"Would I?" I said. "God, yes! Please, Donna! Yes!"   
She smiled, got up and headed for the bedroom. I couldn't believe she was actually
going to pose for me again!
She came out a few minutes later dressed in her white robe. She faced me.
"Ready?" she said, in a very sultry voice.
"R--ready," I stammered. I could only imagine what was about to happen. She turned
her back to me, and slowly and deliberately let the robe drop to her waist.
"Oh! My God!" I gasped. She revealed her spectacularly muscled back, moving her
massive shoulders in a sexy gyration. She turned to me and let the robe drop slowly to
the floor. I gasped again. Her outfit was very skimpy, leaving hardly anything to the
imagination. It was pale blue in color. There were two small triangular patches in front.
Her small but nicely shaped breasts protruded from each side, and I could just see her
nipples pushing up the material. It was tied behind her neck and then crisscrossed
behind her back. There was another small triangular patch just covering her pubic area. I
couldn't tell what was covering her derriere. She flexed her arms mightily, then her
chest, stuck her left leg out to me, and it flexed. Her muscles danced gracefully and
powerfully. She turned her calf and flexed it, showing its tremendous size. Then she
turned her back to me. Her beautifully shaped, round and firm derriere was fully
exposed, save for the g-string running up the center! I gasped again. She stood on her
toes, flexing her calves. Each muscle was separated by a line, almost like cleavage.
They looked even more defined, bigger and harder from this view. And her derriere
tightened. She put her hands on her hips and flexed her back muscles, rolling them in   
sexy, sultry moves. Maybe it was just my imagination or the outfit, but her entire body
seemed to be even larger and more defined than before! She turned around and faced
me.
"What do you think ,Larry?  Like the outfit?" she said, almost in a whisper.
"It's lovely!" I said softly, "but what's inside of it is....,well....." I was at a loss for
 words.
"Is what?" she whispered. "Tell me. Larry," she whispered. "Tell me!" she moved
closer to me. I was looking straight up at her face, her beautifully shaped breasts close
to my face.
"D'you like what's inside?" she whispered. "Like me? Hmm? Tell me. Please? Can
y'tell me?"
Suddenly she sat on me, straddling me, her massive thighs wrapped around the sides of
my waist. She moved her face closer to me, clasped her hands behind my head, and
pressed her lips to mine. She kissed me hard. And long. I felt her tongue pressing my
teeth, as if she wanted me to open. I opened my mouth, and her tongue darted inside.
She ran it all around inside my mouth. I caught the end of it with mine, and gently
pushed it back into her mouth. I felt her wince, and she let out a little squeal. She tried
to force her tongue back into me, but I wouldn't let her. She was breathing heavily now.
I let her tongue back into my mouth, and we played with our tips. Then I carefully
caught the end of her tongue and slowly and deliberately pushed it back into her mouth.
She winced and squealed again, and I felt her hands tighten around my head. She was
out of breath, now, and backed off.
"Your......tongue!"... she gasped, breathlessly....... "How did.......you... do..that!?"
"Do what?" I asked matter-of-factly.
"Nobody's ever......I mean... I've never...."
"What do you mean, Donna?" I questioned. She was starting to catch her breath now.
"You have the strongest tongue.......!" she stammered. "Nobody's ever pushed it back
into my mouth! How did you do that, Larry?"
"I.. just did it!" I answered.
"Betcha can't do it again!" and her lips pressed hard to mine. I let her push her tongue
once again into my mouth. She ran it all around inside, and I played with the tip of it
with mine. She was delicious! Then, again I pushed it slowly back into her mouth, and
she winced and squealed. I ran my tongue all around inside her mouth, and she followed
mine with hers. She tried to push mine back out, but I wouldn't let her. She gripped my
head firmly in her hands. I could feel the tremendous pressure she exerted on me. I ran
my hands gently up and down her massive back. I could feel the the great definition and
density of it.  She was breathing heavily once again, and I let her move my tongue back
into my mouth. She loosened her grip on my head, and she ran her tongue all around
inside my mouth again. She was out of breath again, and released from our kiss.
"I can't.....believe...you can..... do that!"..... she said, breathing heavily. "Your
tongue......it's so......strong!"
"What on Earth are you talking about?" I asked. I had no idea what she meant.
"Well," she said, catching her breath, "I've always been able to control a guys tongue. I
have a strong tongue. It comes naturally." She said. "But you! I can't control you!"     
She was almost pouting now.
"You mean we've finally found a muscle I have that's stronger than yours?" I joked.
She looked at me, and I could tell she didn't think it was very funny. I couldn't
understand why.
"You know, Donna," I continued, "it was alright when you made me arm wrestle you,
wasn't it? That was okay. Okay for me to be at a disadvantage. Don't you think you had
the advantage? Just look at you! Look at the size of your muscles. They're huge! Then
look at skinny little old me. I'm nothing compared to those monsters of yours! But that
was okay, wasn't it?"
She was silent.
"Come on, Donna," I said, trying to console her. "It's okay. Please?"
"Well....okay," she said. "Can you give me another chance?"
"Okay".... and she locked her lips once again to mine. Her tongue darted inside my
mouth I played with the end of it for a bit, then eased it back into her mouth. We played
inside her mouth for a while. She wrapped her arms around my head, and I was
completely surrounded by her massive biceps. They were pushing into my face. It was a
wonderful feeling. I felt her tongue back inside my mouth again, and we  played, our
tongues wound around each other. I forced her tongue back into her mouth and we
continued to play. She was out of breath again, and released from me.
"God, Larry! You're a great kisser!" she said softly. "Anyone ever tell you that?"
"Not really," I answered. If only she knew the truth.
"They must have!" she whispered. "You're fantastic! And your tongue!......"
"Donna, are you kidding me? You know, playing with my mind, or something?" I
asked.
"Larry! Don't you know? You mean to tell me other girls never told you this?" she
exclaimed.
"No!" I said, "Never. I can't believe what you're telling me!"
"Well, it's true!" she said. "Let's do it again!" And we were in another lip lock. We
kissed until she ran out of breath, our tongues playing inside of each other. We released,
she looked at me, leaned forward and gently hugged me. I could feel the softness of her
breasts and the hardness of the rest of her body.  I began kissing her shoulder, then 
moved to her neck. I kissed her neck and licked it lightly with my tongue. I heard her
give out a slight moan. I ran my mouth down the deep groove in her muscular chest,
kissing and licking it as I went along. I kissed the exposed inner part of her small but
nicely shaped breasts then carefully inserted my tongue under the small piece of
material covering her left nipple and licked it. She moaned louder and hugged me to it. I
moved over and did the same with her right breast, and she moaned and hugged me
again.
"They're too small," she whispered in my ear.
"They're perfect, Donna!" I whispered back.
"No. Too small," she whispered again.
"They're just right on you, Donna. Perfect!" I said.
"Y'really think so, Larry?" she asked.
"Yes, Donna. They're just right. Wouldn't want them and different on you. They're
absolutely beautiful, just like they rest of you, Donna. Just like the rest of you!" I
repeated. I gently pushed her backwards, and she took my hands in hers as I did. I
leaned down and began kissing and licking her stomach muscles. They were like finely
chiseled stone, and hard as steel. She was moaning again as I licked her. I tried to reach
further down her body but couldn't. I pulled her back up to me, and we hugged. Then
she reached back and undid the straps that held her halter, exposing her lovely breasts. I
leaned down and kissed her nipples and licked them. They were beautifully soft and
warm.
"Sure they're not too small?" she asked again. "I could get..."
"No, Donna. They're perfect!" I said. "And I love them!"                                                 
"You're so sweet, Larry!" She whispered in my ear. We kissed again, a short kiss. Then
she took both my hands and placed them high above my head. Holding them up firmly
with her left hand, she reach down and gently pulled my tee shirt up over my head.
When she had it off she flicked over to one side.
"Oh! Larry! Oh!" she said, looking at my chest. I was kind of embarrassed, as my chest
was not very muscular and almost completely devoid of any hair.
"It's so smooth!" she said, as she ran her index finger down the middle of it. She leaned
up and hugged me, and I could feel the warmth of her lovely breasts. She leaned back,
put her head down and gently kissed my nipples.
"They're so cute!" she whispered. She kissed them again.
Suddenly she stood up and pulled me up to her. Before I could realize what was
happening, she easily lifted me up in her arms and carried me into her bedroom.
She carefully sat me down on the bed and sat down beside me, gazing into my eyes all
the while.
"Stand up," she said, softly. I stood up and faced her.
"Get rid of these," she whispered, touching my sneakers with her foot. I leaned down to
untie them As I did, she kissed the back of my neck and shoulders. I kicked them off,
and removed my socks.
"That's better!" she whispered. "Now, let's get rid of these," she said. She undid my
belt buckle, then the top button of my jeans.  Then slowly she unzipped me. As she did,
my erect manhood stood out through my shorts. She looked wide-eyed at it.
"Oh, my!" she said. "Oh my, Larry!" She carefully pulled my jeans off, then tucked her
thumbs under the top of my shorts. She very slowly began to remove them. As she did,
she exposed my erect manhood. It stood straight out.
"Oh, Larry! Oh!" she said, softly. She touched it gently, and I winced. Then she stood
up and removed the bottom of her outfit. She sat back down on the bed, then leaned
back, gently pulling me down with her. We lay next to each other, totally nude. We
gazed into each other's eyes in anticipation of what was about to happen. She leaned
over to her night table, pulled open the drawer, and pulled out something.
"We'll need this," she said. She was holding a condom.
"Yes," I whispered, "Definitely!" She opened it, and gently placed it on me. She was
very gentle. Then she lifted me up over her and carefully guided me inside her. She
rolled over so that she was on her back and I was on top. Then she wrapped her massive
arms around me and squeezed me tightly, almost until I couldn't breathe. But she
backed off  just enough so I could. I felt her biceps digging into my sides. At the same
time she wrapped her huge legs around me, pushing her hard calves into mine. I felt a
slight pain down  the base of my spine, but not enough to bother me. Then we started to
work. In and out. Up and down. Over and under. Around and through.  I knew I
couldn't force her, so I decided just to work with her and let her tremendous strength
control us. We worked perfectly together. We kissed, our tongues playing blissfully. We
worked and worked. And kissed. And played our tongues. She held me tightly. She was
very powerful, but I was able to work with her. Every move I made she made with me.
Every move she made I made with her. We were  like a symphony together, in perfect
time, never missing a beat or a note. Like a perfectly choreographed dance, each dancer
moving in perfect rhythm with the other. It was incredible. She was incredible! We
worked together for what seemed like an eternity. She started breathing heavily, now. I
could feel she was starting to climax. I was starting to climax, too. We worked
feverishly, and almost at the same instant, we both climaxed. We lay limp in each
other's arms. After a bit, she lifted me out of her and laid me to one side. I got up and
disposed of the condom in the bathroom.
When I returned, she was laying spread-eagle on the bed, her eyes gazing at the ceiling.

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I laid next her, and she looked at me, her eyes had a warm glow in them.
"Oh! My God!" she whispered to me. "Oh! My God!"
"That's my line, Donna, remember?" I reminded her.
"No, Larry," she answered, softly. " Now I know what you mean by it. It's not just a
funny little saying anymore. You are.... that was.. `Oh! My God!'"
"Donna..." I started.
"You were fantastic, Larry!" she whispered. "Just..."
"No, Donna, you were!" I interrupted. "You were just...."
"Larr," she interrupted me, "I think I see what's going on here, don't you?"
"I..think so," I stammered. "We both..."
"That's it, Larry!" she whispered. "We're one! You and me! One, together! Isn't it
wonderful?" She leaned over and gently kissed my face. I kissed her face, and moved
down and started kissing her chest. I kissed and licked her soft breasts once again, then
down to her rock hard stomach. I continued down to her pubic area, kissing and licking
it gently. She moaned and held my head to it as I kissed it.  I continued down her thigh.
"Let me se it!" I whispered. "Let me see it, Donna!" She flexed it, and the muscles burst
out all over.  I continued down to her knee, kissed and licked her shin, and then
on down to her foot. I motioned for her to roll over on her stomach. She did, and I began
kissing her calves.
"Let me see them, Donna!" I said. "Let me see!" She flexed her calves once again. I
kissed them and licked them, too. They were as they I had imagined them. Massive and
rock hard. I continued kissing her up the backs of her legs., and continued on up to her
beautifully rounded derriere. I kissed it and licked it, and it was as perfect as perfect
could be. All the time she was moaning and writhing slightly as I kissed and licked her
all over. I kept going up her back, running from one side to the other, she flexing each
group of muscles as I continued. The muscles in her back were like those in her
stomach, like they were chiseled in stone. I went up to her neck, and nuzzled my face
into her soft, black hair.  I motioned for her to turn over, and she did.
"You're beautiful," I said. "I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I
whispered. "The most beautiful!"
"Larry, you're the sweetest guy I've ever met," she whispered. "That's very nice of you
to say that."
"And you know I mean it, don't you?" I asked. We kissed a light, long kiss. Then she
noticed my erection.
"Want to do it again?" she asked.
"Silly question!" I answered. She reached over, pulled out another condom, and
unwrapped it.
"Can't do it without protection," she whispered.

"I know," I said. "Have to have it." I lay flat on my back, and once again, she ever so
gently placed it on me. Again she picked me up and carefully guided me inside her. It
was so easy having her able to just pick me up like she did. No fussing and messing
trying to find where you were going. Her tremendous strength made it easy. Once
inside, we rolled over, her massive arms and legs wrapped around me and held me ever
so tightly. We began working. In and out. Up and down. Over and under. Around and
through. It was the same as before. The symphony was playing again, and the dancers
were dancing in perfect rhythm, once again. I followed her just as before, and we moved
in perfect time to each other. We kissed, and our tongues moved in and out of our
mouths, licking and touching each other. It lasted for another eternity, this wonderful
thing. I felt myself starting to climax, and I could feel her doing the same, as we were
both working feverishly. Again, the moment she climaxed, I did too, and we lay limp in
each others arms after it was over. She was wonderfully warm. I had the strange feeling
of being returned to the womb as she cradled me in her arms. Soon she lifted me out of
her, and I disposed of the condom. When I returned, she was laying on her side, her
head laying in her hand. I lay down next to her, gazing in her eyes.
"Can I ask you a question, Larr?" she said. "A personal one?"
"Sure," I said. "What is it?"
"Promise you won't be mad at me?" she asked.
"I could never be mad at you, Donna," I answered. "No matter what." But I had the
feeling that what she was about to ask me might very well end our short but beautiful
relationship quickly and swiftly.
"Larry....." she paused, "Well......how old are you"? And I knew that's what she was
going to ask. I also knew that I couldn't lie to her no matter what. So I thought I just
might as well get it over with as soon as possible, despite the fact that I was totally
mesmerized by this lovely and powerful lady. I paused, and looked her straight in the
eye.
"Double nickel," I whispered.
"What?" she asked. "Double....what?"
"Double nickel, " I repeated. "Double nickel. Just think about it for a minute."
"Five..." she was groping, "five..... fifty...." She stopped and looked at me wide-eyed,
and smiled broadly. I thought that this was the bitter end.
"Really!?" she said, with an amazed reaction. "Are you really..."
"That old?" I finished her question.
"No, no," she protested. "I didn't mean it that way."
"Yes you did," I said.
"No, no",  she protested again. "What I meant is that...."
"I'm not too bad for an old guy!" I said.
"You're missing the point, Larry!" she said, firmly. "You're terrific. I just can't believe
that you're....
"That old!" I said, again.
"Will you listen to me?" she said. "You were just terrific tonight. I've been with guys
half your age who couldn't hold a candle to you. Are you sure you're not fibbing me?"
"Do I have to show you my driver's license, or something? How about my voters
registration? And I still carry a draft card. Ever see one of them?" I said, wryly.
"Okay, okay, I believe you," she said, finally. "You must have been dynamite when you
were young....Oh! ..What's the matter with me! I'm sorry, Larry. I didn't mean it the
way it sounded. Please forgive me?" This conversation was going in the complete
opposite direction from what I had expected. I thought I'd be on my way out the door by
now.
"You're positively forgiven," I said. If she only knew the truth. "But to be truthful about
it, young lady, I'm probably better now than I was then."
"You're not getting older, you're getting better," she said, mimicking that famous
phrase.
"Well, not exactly," I said. "You see, Donna, I found this wonderful aphrodisiac."
"What is it?" she asked enthusiastically. " a magic potion, or something?"
"No, Donna," I answered. "It's not a potion, but it sure is magic. And it's not a `what'
but a `who'." She looked at me strangely. "It's a lovely, beautiful lady bodybuilder
named Donna," I said. "She has totally turned me on like I've never been turned on in
my life. And that's a long time, I might add. She is a lovely creature...no, she's not a
creature but a beautiful human being, both physically and mentally. I love her muscles. I
love to touch them and be held by them. But I also love her soft, gorgeous hair, her
gentle touch, her soft, perfectly shaped and sized breasts, and her fascinating, dark eyes.
You are everything I've ever wanted in a woman, Donna. I just wish it hadn't taken me
so long to find you! And I thank God I did, even though it's probably a little late." I had
said my piece, for better or for worse, as they say.
"Larry," she said softly, "That's the sweetest, loveliest, nicest thing anyone's ever said
to me. Ever!  Honest! Nobody's ever told me that I turn them on. Ever! The guys don't
like my big muscles. But you do, and I don't think you're weird because of it. I'm so
happy that you think I'm beautiful, you just can't imagine."  Her eyes began to well up,
and I felt mine starting to do the same.
"Look at you!" she said, almost crying. "What's that in you eyes?" and she started to
laugh. And I laughed. "Tears of joy!" I said. She reached out her arms and I came to her.
We hugged tightly, and I felt secure in her arms. I kissed her tears away, and she kissed
mine away. We stayed like that for a few minutes.
She looked down and realized I had become erect again.
"Larry!" she said. "Can't you give me a little break? I'm still trying to recover! Can you
wait just a little bit?"
"I've waited this long, another few minutes won't mean a thing," I answered.
"Well, I think......I think I'm ready," she said, as she leaned over to get another condom.
"Oh, God!" she said . "This is the last one. Hope it's as good as before," she finished.
"I'm sorry, Donna," I said, apologizing. "I'll buy you more." She didn't answer. She
gently placed the condom on me, lifted me as before to guide me inside her, rolled us
over, and we were working once again. And it was just as before. Her arms and legs
held me tightly, and we worked in perfect rhythm and harmony together. We worked.
And kissed. Our tongues played inside our mouths. We caressed each others bodies.
And kissed each others bodies. There was sweat between us as we worked harder and
harder. It felt wonderful. Another eternity in time had passed, and I felt my self getting
ready to climax. She was, too, and we both worked more intensely. Finally, as I was
totally spent, she climaxed completely. We lay limp in each others arms. Then she lifted
me out of her, just as before, and I disposed of the condom. When I returned, she was
laying on her back. I laid on top of her, and she gently held me in her arms. I lightly
kissed her lovely breasts, and laid my head between them. They were a total paradox to
most of the rest of her body. Lovingly soft, while the rest of her was hard as steel. But it
was a lovely paradox. She was running her hands down my back. She touched my chest
and kissed it.
"You're so.........squishy!" she whispered.
"Just what do you mean by that?" I asked.
"I don't know," she answered. "I just like to hold you because you're..... I don't
know......squishy! I guess it means that you're cute, and I love to touch you! I really
do!"
"Squishy?" I said. "Guys don't think of themselves as.... well... you know....squishy.
Can't you think of something a little more appropriate? Am I built that badly?" I asked.
"As a matter of fact," she said, "you're built quite well. You have nice muscle size, and
if you worked out some you'd look  really great!"
"Good as you?" I said, jokingly.
"Better," she said, "really, much better. You have better genes than me."
"Here we go with the genes thing again," I complained. "Can we drop this? Forever?"
"All I'm saying is that men have better genes than women. It wouldn't take much for
you to look really ripped!" she said. "If you want, you could come to the gym with me
sometime and workout. It'd be fun. Honest, Larr!  You could be my training partner!"
"Some partner I'd be!" I said. "I couldn't even spot you. And I'd probably get laughed
right out of the gym, the way I look!"
"You could spot me. It's easy. And no one would laugh at you. You'd be surprised at
some of the people we get in the gym. They're overweight, and worst of all they don't
watch their diet. At least you're smart enough to watch what you eat and get some
exercise. Think about it, Larr. I'd love to take you with me!"
"Okay, Donna, I'll think about it." I said.
"Great, Larry!" she answered.
 She looked down. "Look at you, Larry! You're erect, again!" she exclaimed. "Sorry,
Larr, we out of protection. I can't believe you didn't bring any. Don't you know you're
supposed to carry those things?" she said, reprimanding me.
"I--I'm sorry," I said, "but I just didn't think anything would happen between us
tonight."
"Didn't you want it to?" she asked.
"Of course I did!" I said. "But I just never thought you'd want.......me, that's all."
"Oh, Larry," she said, "I liked you from the first time I saw you. You were so cute,
running away from me like that. And I didn't mean to embarrass you, either."
"I know," I said, "and I remember that you apologized to me for it. That's when I
thought you were really a special person. You apologized to someone who you didn't
even know for something that wasn't really your fault. You didn't have to do that."
"Well, I did," she said, "and I'm glad I did."
"I promise to replace the condoms for you, Donna," I said.
"That's okay," she said, " you won't have to as long as you remember to bring
protection with you."
"I'll remember, and I'll be sure to carry them  whenever I'm with you. And I'll replace
the ones we used," I said.
"You won't have to replace them, Larry," she said, rather sternly. "I won't be needing
them!!"
"I'll replace them," I said.
"You're not listening to me, Larr!" She seemed a little annoyed. "Don't you understand
that I won't be needing them again? As long as we're together? I won't need them, as
long as you're here! Now do you understand?"  And I finally realized exactly what she
was telling me.
"And you're still erect, Larry!" she said. "You're amazing!"
"No, Donna," I explained. "My aphrodisiac just kicked in."
She looked at me, then slid herself down so she was right in front of my erection.
"Can I touch it?" she whispered.
"Certainly," I whispered back. She touched it lightly with her forefinger, running it
slowly all up and down the sides. I felt a marvelous tingling sensation all through my
body.  She kissed it lightly. She had a wonderfully light touch. She continued to kiss it
and caress it. She was driving me crazy!
"It's beautiful!" she whispered. "So wonderful!"
"It's just average," I said.
"What do you mean?" She sounded surprised. "It's just....it's lovely."
"There's really nothing special about it. Remember, I was in the Army. We had
community showers. Everybody knew what everybody else had." I said.
"But it works so well!" she said.
"Well," I said "that's because of that little aphrodisiac I told you about. Remember?"
She kissed it and caressed it again, then brought herself up to my face. We kissed a very
hard and long kiss our tongues moving from mouth to mouth. We held each other
tightly.
"It's late," I said. "Maybe I should be going."
"I don't want you to," she said , "but maybe you should."
We got up, she put on her robe, and I started gathering up my clothes.
"Can I dress you?" she asked, coyly.
"You want to dress me?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, in a sultry voice. "Bring those clothes over here, you!"
She stood me in front of her and carefully put on my shorts, jeans, and socks. She even
tied my shoes. She then put on my tee shirt and pulled it down over me. When we were
done, we were standing face to face. We kissed again. A very long, hard kiss, as before.
"That's so you won't forget me," she said.
"Donna," I said, "I'll never forget tonight for as long as I live. Even if I live to be 100,
I'll never forget this wonderful night!"
"Larry," she whispered to me, "when you're 100, I hope that we're still together and
that we can be the way we were tonight!"
"Donna, that's really sweet," I said. And I kissed her lightly.
She walked me to the door, and we turned and kissed again.
"Now" she said, " you take care of yourself, my little squishy. And don't wait a week
and a half to call me. You know how I feel about you!"
"Okay, my lovely little aphrodisiac," I said. "I'll call you real soon. Maybe tomorrow.
And you should know how I feel about you, too!"
"Oh, I do," she said, "I most certainly do!"
"Goodnight, sweetheart!" I said.
"Goodnight, sweetheart!" she answered. And we kissed again. She opened the door,
kissed me again, I stepped out into the hallway,  and the door closed in behind me.
As I made my way to the car, I couldn't stop thinking of the wonderful time we had
together. She was everything I had always wanted in a woman but, up until now, was
never able to find. I thought of my current marital status, and that it would break my
lovely daughter's heart if we were to split. I don't know if I could ever let that happen.
Would I sacrifice my own happiness for hers? In spite of the way I felt about Donna,
maybe I would. I reached the car, got in, and backed it out of its spot. As I drove slowly
past Donna's window, I saw her standing there. I waved to her, and she waved back. I
blew her a kiss, and she blew me one back. She lifted up her arm, and flexed her bicep
at me. I blew her a double kiss. Then, without warning, I saw her mouth something.....
"Love you" she mouthed. Instinctively, and without hesitation I mouthed... "Love you,
too!"  She blew me another kiss and waved, and I blew her a kiss and waved. Then I
turned and slowly guided the car out the driveway and into the street. I was totally
confused about my life at this point. "God!" I asked  myself, "Where do I go from
here?...."   

I closed the door behind Larry. I turned and walked to the window and watched as he
walked to the car. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I had fallen hard for him.
He was sweet, kind, and sensitive. And he even liked my muscles. He was the only guy
who treated me like a lady, the way I wanted to be treated. Not as if I was a macho-girl.
Even from the first time we met, he was like that. He was funny, witty, and he had to be
the smartest person I knew. Where did he learn all that stuff, anyhow? I was
mesmerized when he spoke. About anything. And after tonight, I couldn't believe he
controlled the whole love making scene. Most guys I had been with tried to overpower
me, but none of them were strong enough. I usually wound up in a wrestling match,
instead of making love. But not Larry.  He knew exactly what to do, and I worked right
with him, hoping I was doing the right thing. Well, he certainly seemed satisfied. Why,
oh why couldn't he have been born 25 years later? We were perfect together! He was
pulling up past my window now. He waved to me, and I waved back. He blew me a
kiss, and I blew it back. I lifted my arm, and gave him a bicep flex. I knew he would
like that. And he blew back a double kiss to me.  Then suddenly, without warning,
almost instinctively, I mouthed the words, "Love you." He seemed a bit startled, but I
saw him mouth back to me, "Love you, too."  I blew him another kiss and waved, and
he blew me a kiss and waved. I watched as he disappeared into the night. I turned and
walked to the bedroom. I looked at the bed, thinking of the wonderful things that
happened there tonight. I was totally confused, and I knew because of his marital status,
that this might only end in heartbreak. "God!" I asked myself, "Where do I go from
here?....."

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Part 4

I called Donna the next morning and left a message on her answering machine. Then I
went out to do some shopping. When I returned I called her again.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hi, Donna," I said. "It's Larry."
"Hi, there," she said, in a soft, sexy voice. "How are you, sweetie?"
"Fine, beautiful," I said softly. "How are you?"
"Just..just..great!" she said. "Did you sleep good?" she asked.
"Not really," I said.
"Why?" she questioned. "What's the matter?"
"I don't know," I said. "I just don't know where I'm going right now."
"I know," she said. "I feel the same way."
"Did you sleep okay?" I asked.
"Like a log," she whispered. "You know, you just about wore me out."
"Aw, come on, Donna," I said. "That's a little hard to believe."
"It's true," she said. "You...you.....you were fantastic!"
"No, Donna," I said softly, "You were!"
"No, Larry," she whispered back, "you were just...."
"No, Donna," I said again, "you were..."
"Larry," she said, "Don't you see?"
"What?" I said, softly.
"It was us, Larr. We're a perfect fit!" she said. "You and me, sweetie. We were
made for each other!"
"Yeah! You're right!" I said. "We are perfect together. You'd never know by
 looking at us, would you?"
"That doesn't matter, Larr," she continued. "We fit each other. You and me.
 Me and you. It couldn't be any better!  When am I going to see you again?"
"I don't know," I said, "but it won't be soon enough."
"Larr," she said, "Why don't you come to the gym some night this week? I'll be
 there every night. You could be my training partner."
"Me?" I asked, "your training partner? They'd probably laugh me right out of
the gym!"
"I told you before they wouldn't, " she said. "Come on, Larr, please come over
some night?"
"Okay, okay," I said, "I'll try and make it."
"Good," she said, "You don't have to call, just show up. Be sure and bring your
 own towel, and some toiletries, in case you want to shower."
"Okay, Donna, I'll really try to get there," I said.
"Good," she said. "Larry, I really miss you."
"Donna, I miss you, too," I answered.
"See you some night then?" she asked.
"Okay, beautiful," I answered.
Wednesday night was usually my night to watch my daughter, but she went over
to a friends house instead. Her friends' mother said she would bring her home. I
decided to go to the gym. I packed a carryall bag with the things Donna had suggested
and off I went. When I arrived at the gym, I didn't see her car in the lot but decided
to go in just the same.
There was a young man behind the counter, and I asked him if Donna was there.
"Yes, she's here," he answered. "And whom shall I say is calling?" he asked politely.
"My name is Larry," I said.
"Larry," he said. "Oh, Larry. Sure, just a minute." And he disappeared into the gym.
He sounded as if he knew who I was. What was she telling her friends about me?
She appeared in a minute, wiping herself with a towel.
"Hi, Larr!" she said, enthusiastically. She grabbed my hand. "Come on in!"
We went in, and she took me over to a weight bench. The gym was clean, and had the
usual smell. There was plenty of equipment including different types of weight
machines, benches, aerobic machines and treadmills.
"You're  just in time to spot me," she said. She lay down on the bench and in each
hand picked up a barbell packed full of weights.
"Get behind me and put your hands on my elbows," she said. I did as she said, and
she began pumping the weights up and down slowly, counting as she went along.
When she got to seven she said, "Okay, Larr, spot me!"
I put my hands under her elbows, and I had to gently help her on the last pump.
When she finished, she put the weights down, sat up and shook her arms.
"How much weight did you have on the bars?" I asked.
"Eighty pounds each," she said, matter-of- factly.
"My God, Donna!" I said. "That's a lot of weight. You did that like it was nothing!"
"You get used to it," she smiled. "I've done more."
"What muscles are you working?" I asked.
"Shoulders," she said. "They're called shoulder presses."
"I see. Looks like you've done that exercise a lot," I said, admiring her shoulders.
She smiled. "Come on, we have a few more things to do," she said.
She did a few more exercises on different equipment, then we went to the treadmill.
As she went through her workouts, she introduced me to some of her ladyfriends.
I noticed one in particular, Lynn, who had the face of a model, shoulder length
blonde hair, and a rather ample bosom.
We walked on adjoining treadmills, and although she went faster than me, she was
surprised that I did so well.
"I do this a few times a week," I told her, "so I'm used to it. It's more for my heart
than anything else."
When we were done, she went to shower, and I went into the lobby to wait for her.
As I was paging through one of the magazines there, her friend Lynn came in and
sat down next to me.
"Hi," she said, in a soft, sexy voice. "So you're Larry. Donna's told me about you."
She was wearing a tank top, and as she spoke she leaned over, exposing a large
portion of her ample breasts.
"What did she say about me?" I asked, looking directly into her eyes.
"Well," she said, still leaning over, "she said that she really liked you, and that you
were kind of special." She leaned over closer, and her face was inches from mine.
"In what way?" I asked, trying not to look directly at her large breasts.
"Just that she enjoyed being with you and that, well..." she hesitated, "...she thinks
you're sexy."
"She said that about me?" I asked, looking directly in her eyes.
"Yes she did," she said. Her face was almost touching mine. "She said every girl
should have a guy like you."
"She did? Oh..." I was at a loss for words.
"Maybe sometime you'd like to give some of us a little demonstration." she said.
She took my hand and placed it on her breast. "And maybe we could show you
a thing or two." she said. "Think about it, Larry!"
She released my hand, stood up and walked back into the gym. As she did, Donna
came through the door.
"Hi," she said to me. "Ready?"
"Yes," I said.
"Let's go back to my place for some tea," she said.
"Tea for two," I said. "Sounds like fun!"
"Tea and talk," she said. "Is that okay with you?"
"As long as I'm with you," I said.
"Tell me," she said, "Did you talk to Lynn?"
"Yes," I said, sheepishly.
"Uh huh. Did she come on to you?" she asked.
"What makes you say that?" I asked, innocently.
"She always does that," she said. "She's always flaunting her looks. And I'll bet she
 bent over and gave you a nice view!" My face turned red. "I knew it!" she said, angrily.
"Come on, Donna," I said. "You know how I feel about you. I wouldn't even think
about fooling around with her. You know that!"
"Okay," she said, hugging my arm. "I'm sorry."
"No apology needed," I said. "Come on, I'll follow you home."
When we got to her place, she flopped down on the sofa.
"Whew!" she said, "I'm beat!"
"How about if I make the tea and you relax," I said.
"No, no," she said. "I want to help." she stood up and came into the kitchen area.
As she did she rolled up the sleeves of her tee shirt, exposing her large biceps and
massive shoulders.
"Here," she said very softly, "Is this better, Larry?"
"Oh, my God, Donna!" I stammered. "You....you're beautiful!"
"You're so sweet!" she whispered. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed
a very hard and long kiss. Our tongues played happily with each other, and I ran my
hands all up and down her massive back.
"I love you," I whispered in her ear.
"I love you" she said, softly, in my ear. "God, I love you!" We kissed another long hard
kiss.
"Come on," she said, "let's have our tea and sit on the sofa. I just want to talk to you."
We sat on the sofa, and she looked at me with those beautiful dark eyes.
"Tell me about your daughter, honey," she said.
"Well," I said, "she's twelve years old, and she'll be thirteen in a few months.
We adopted her when she was an infant, and until just a few weeks ago, she was
the only apple of my eye. Of course, you've changed all that. She does very well
in school. She's an honor student. And she's a gymnast."
"What level gymnast is she?" asked Donna.
"She's a six," I answered, "and next year she'll probably go to level eight."
"Sounds like she's progressing very well," said Donna.
"Yes she is," I said. "She goes five times a week, and she really loves it."
"I'd like to see her compete sometime, Larry," she said.
"I don't know, Donna," I said. "Don't you think we might be asking for trouble?"
"No, Larry," she answered, "You wouldn't even know I was there. I just want to see
her perform. When's her next meet?"
"Donna, I don't think we should do this," I said. "I'm scared that something would go
wrong, and then what would happen?"
"Larry, you worry too much," she said. "Honest, honey, you wouldn't know I was there.
Now, tell me where her next meet is, please, honey?" She leaned closer to me, took
my arm in hers and pressed her bicep into the back of my arm and flexed it. It was hard
as a rock and felt bigger than a baseball.
"My God, Donna," I whispered, "What are you doing to me?"
"You like that, don't you honey," she whispered. "Does that turn you on?"
"Y-yes," I stammered.
"Good," she whispered. "It's supposed to." Her lips were just touching mine. "Now tell
Donna where her next meet is." she said, pushing her arm even harder into mine.
"I-it's this Saturday," I said, hesitantly, and I told her where and what time.
"Good," she said. "I'll be there."
"Donna, I still don't think it's such a good idea," I protested.
"Stop worrying, Larr," she said. "You know I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize our
situation, don't you?"
"Well," I said, "I hope not."
"Listen, you," she said, "I love you and I want to know all about you. I want to be with
you and go where you go. Do you understand, honey?"
"Yes, honey," I answered. "I love you, too, and I want to be with you all the time. But
I still think this is a little chancy."
"I promise you, Larry," she said, "nothing bad will happen. I'm going and that's that!"
She wrapped her big arms around me and we kissed a long, hard kiss. Our tongues
darted in and out of our mouths and played with each other.
"You're beautiful, Donna," I whispered, "and I love you!"
"Love you, too, sweetheart," she whispered. "And I think you better go now, honey."
"I think you're right," I said.
We got up and walked to the door, arm in arm.
"Good night, my beautiful lady," I whispered. "I love you very much, honey."
"I love you, too, my wonderful guy," she whispered. We kissed another long, hard
kiss. I ran my hands up and down her hard back muscles.
"I'll see you Saturday, honey," she said. "And stop worrying about it."
"Okay, honey," I said. "See you Saturday."
"Good night, sweetheart. Love you," she said.
"Good night,  honey. Love you, too," I said. She opened the door, gave me a short
kiss, and I left.
I was very apprehensive as I drove my family to the gymnastics meet that Saturday.
Would Donna be there, and could we totally avoid each other? And what if something
went wrong? These and other questions played in my mind as we drove to the meet.
When we arrived, we all went inside the gym, and my daughter went to join the rest
of her team.  As was my usual custom, I brought along my video camera to tape my
daughter in competition. I mingled with the parents of the other team members but
kept watching the door to see if Donna arrived. I was talking to one of the parents
when I caught a glimpse of her. She was with her friend, Lynn, the busty,  model-like
beauty. They spotted me, and Lynn waved to me. Donna grabbed her hand, pulled it
down, and gave her a nasty look while she appeared to be admonishing her. They went
to the other side of the viewing stand. Donna gently smiled at me, and I smiled back.
I could feel my heart racing and the blood rushing to my head.
After the girls had finished their warm-ups, they all came over to see their families
before the meet started. As my daughter stood talking with us, I glanced over at Donna.
She smiled slightly and nodded approvingly. Now she had finally seen my family and
especially the apple of my eyes, my daughter. I couldn't help but wonder what she
was thinking. The girls did their march-in, and the meet began. When it was my
daughter's turn to compete, I taped her, then looked at Donna sort of sideways. She
smiled and nodded slightly. It was hard to keep my eyes from Donna, and our eyes
met often and seemed to be communicating. We would just smile subtly at each other
and nod our heads gently. No one seemed to notice our communications. When the
meet was over, my daughter had scored the highest all-around she had ever scored,
and had her highest individual, scoring a 9.50 on the uneven bars. Needless to say,
she finished first in her age group, and when her name was announced and she came
forward to receive her award, we clapped loudly and cheered. I looked at Donna, and
she was cheering and clapping for her, too. I felt very proud. She looked at me, smiled,
and gave me a wink. As we mingled with the rest of the parents and gymnasts, I
caught Donna's eyes. She motioned for me to go outside.
"I'll be right back," I told my family. "Want to put the camera in the car."
I walked right past Donna, our eyes met, but I never acknowledged her. She followed
me out the door, and told Lynn to wait at the door for her. She followed about twenty
feet behind me, and I never looked back. I felt as if I were in a clandestine setting.
I turned the corner of the building to where my car was parked. There was no one
around.  When I reached the car, I opened the trunk and set the camera in it.
As I did I felt her huge arms wrap around my chest and squeeze me in a tremendous
vise-like grip.
"Oh, Larr," she whispered, "she's just beautiful. No wonder you're so proud of her!"
I turned around and she locked her lips to mine in a long, hard kiss. She squeezed me
tightly again with her massive strength. Our tongues played happily with each other.
"Donna, please!" I said. "If the wrong people see us...."
"Don't worry, " she said, softly, " Nobody's around, honey. I've been watching."
She released her grip on me, and we held hands very lightly.
"First place!" she said, emphatically. "I'll bet you're one proud daddy!"
"I sure am, Donna," I answered. "You know, this is the best meet she's ever had? I'm
so glad you were able to see her at her best, honey!"
"Oh, Larry," she said. "I just can't get over how beautiful and talented she is. I want
to meet her. Please? When can I meet her?"
"Oh, Donna," I said, "I don't know if we can do that. It might be downright dangerous!"
"I don't care," she answered. "We'll think of something, won't we, honey? We can do
anything together, you and me. I feel almost as if, well.... as if she were mine. But
only because she's yours, and, well... I guess I want everything that's yours to be mine,
too, sweetheart. That's....just the way I feel about you, honey. You're so lucky to have her!"
"I know, honey," I said. "Maybe we can work something out."
"We better get out of here, honey," she said. "Someone's liable to see us."
She gave me a quick kiss.
"Call me, Larr," she said softly.
"I will, promise," I answered.
"Love you, Larr. Love you like crazy!" she said.
"Love you too, honey. Very much!" I answered.
She turned and walked away. I followed her at a safe distance, watching her beautiful
round derriere sway gently and her massive calf muscles strain against her jeans as
she walked.
"Lady," I said to myself, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Anytime.
Anyplace. Anywhere. You are without a doubt the greatest. You are right. I am lucky.
Lucky to have you. And my daughter. Maybe we can bring them together."

I called her every night the next week and left short love messages on her machine,
something like  this: "Hi, honey. It's me. Just called to tell you that I love you to death
and can't wait to see you again. Don't forget me!" I had no way of knowing what her
reactions were to the messages. I only hoped they made her feel happy.
On Thursday night I was able to get away for awhile. I loaded up my gym bag and headed
out for Donna's gym. When I arrived, I was greeted by the same young man as before,
and he went and got Donna.
"What a pleasant surprise!" she said as she greeted me. She took my hand. "Come on,
Larry. Let's go workout together."
"You want me to workout with you?" I asked.
"Sure do!" she answered. "I'm going to give you a real workout tonight, honey! You'll
love it!"
She worked me pretty hard that night. We did arm and shoulder work. I spotted her, and
I was totally amazed at her tremendous strength. She was able to lift many times the
amount of weight as I could. She was wearing a sleeveless top, and when she worked,
her biceps, shoulders, and forearms grew tremendously in size, and her veins strained
against her skin. I spotted her, and when I touched her skin I felt an electrifying jolt go
through my body. I was totally enraptured by the size and mass of her huge muscles,
and by her amazing power and strength.  Afterwards, she had me do some sit-ups.
"Got to get rid of that belly, hon," she said. Then we walked side by side on treadmills.
Afterwards, we went back to her place for some tea.
We made tea together, then sat down on her sofa.
"I got your messages, honey," she said. "They were great, and kept me going all week.
Don't stop sending them. I wish there was a way I could call you and tell you how much
I love you everyday."
"You can't call me at home, Donna," I said. "That would be disastrous! And you know it!"

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"I know," she said. "But what if I have to get in touch with you?  Isn't there some  way
to call you?"
"You could always call Bob at the shop," I said. "Then he could relay the message
to me."
"Okay, honey," she said. "But I'd love to be able to leave you little love messages
just like the ones  you leave me. You can't imagine how good it makes me feel."
"I know," I said. "I'm glad you like them."
"Larry," she said, "I have another question to ask you."
"What is it, honey?" I asked.
"I know you go to lots of old car shows," she said, " and I was wondering if we
could go to one together sometime. It's just that I want to be with you and do what
you like to do, honey."
"Oh, Donna," I answered, " I don't know. I have lots of friends in the hobby. If
they ever found out about us, it would be all over for us."
"Do your friends bring their families to the shows?" she asked.
"Just about all of them do, why?" I asked.
"Does you family go with you, too?" she asked.
"No," I said, "Not hardly ever."
"Why not?" she asked.
"I don't know," I said. "They just don't like to go."
"But don't they know that a family should do things together?" she asked. "Don't
they like your friends, or something?"
"I don't know, Donna. They just don't like to go," I said, sounding annoyed.
"But you'd like them to go, wouldn't you," she said.
"Sure I would," I said. "But they just don't want to go, that's all."
"Don't they like your friends?" she asked.
"Yes, they do," I replied. "But they just don't like old car shows." I was getting a little
annoyed with this line of questioning.
"Hmmm," she said. " I think I detect a little bit of unhappiness here on your part. Seems
to me that all of your friends take their families, and good old Larr gets to go all by
his little lonesome. Don't you feel lonely sometimes driving by yourself to those
shows?"
"Just what point are you trying to make, Donna?" I asked, still a bit annoyed.
"It's just that you like your old car, and your old car friends, and I'm sure you love
your family. And I think your family should go with you just to be with you and show
you that they love you. Your friends can't be all bad. I'm sure they're good people.
What's the matter with your family? Are they stupid, or something?"
"No, Donna!"......
"Listen to me," she said, and she leaned over and pressed her big arm to mine. It was
hot as fire and hard as iron. "I have the feeling that your friends just might think
there's something missing from your life. And I don't think that they would see anything
wrong if you tried to spice it up a little bit, like with a ladyfriend. Think about it, honey."
I looked at her. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You're really serious about
this, aren't you," I said.
"Do you think I might be right, Larr?" she asked.
"I never thought of it like that," I said. "You got me thinking."
"Good," she said, "because I've been thinking a lot about it, and about us. Even though
I'm so happy that we met and we've fallen in love, I kept wondering why a guy like
you with such a lovely family would think of having an affair, or falling in love with
someone else. There has to be something missing from your life, honey. Did I convince
you, sweetheart?"
I looked at her and nodded my head slowly. "Smart little girl  you've got here, Larry."
"And you thought that I was just some dumbbell musclegirl, didn't you," she said.
"I never said that, Donna," I said.
"Yeah, but you thought it," she said, "didn't you!"  She smiled at me. "But I still
want to go to a car show with you, honey. Maybe you can find one where your
friends won't all be there. Is that possible, honey?"
"Oh, it's possible, sweetheart," I said. " Let me look into it, and maybe I'll find
something."
"Good," she said, squeezing my arm. "I can't wait to go!"
"And speaking of going, I think I'd better," I said.
"You're right, honey," she said. We stood up and walked to the door, arm in arm.
At the door, we turned and faced each other. She wrapped her huge arms around me,
and we kissed a long, hard kiss. I ran my hands up and down the high peaks
and deep valleys of her heavily muscled back and over her perfectly rounded derriere.
She pressed her hips to mine and did a slow gyration. I knew she could feel my
erection.
"Love you, Donna," I whispered in her ear.
"Love you, too, Larr," she whispered back. "Love you, love you, love you, honey!"
"I'll call you," I said as she opened the door.
"Okay, honey," she said. "Call me tomorrow. I love you."
"I love you, too." I said. The door closed behind me, and I left.
The following day my family  informed me that they were going to the seashore
Saturday afternoon. That meant that I was free to see Donna on Saturday night. I called
her several times, and she finally answered the phone.
"Hi Donna," I said. "Listen, my family his going to the seashore Saturday afternoon and
will be staying overnight. Can we go out Saturday night?" I asked.
"No , Larry, we can't," she said, seriously.
"Why?" I asked.  "What's the matter?"
"Of course we can go out," she said. "I was just kidding!"
"Whew!" I said. "Lady, you put a scare into me!"
"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to."
"It's okay," I said. "Think of something you'd like to do, and I'll call you Saturday to
talk about it."
"I already know, Larr," she said. "Let's go to the club."
"Fine with me," I said. "What time should I pick you up?"
"Pick me up at seven, and we'll have dinner there. Is that okay?" she asked.
"Great!" I said. "Seven it is!"
"And Larr," she said, "loose the tie."
"What?" I asked.
"You don't have to wear a tie," she said. "Just a sport shirt and jacket."
"How about pants?" I joked.
"They would help," she said, wryly. "You're the one that would look silly, not me!"
"Okay," I said, " I'll try and remember them!"
"That would be nice," she said. "See you Saturday!"
"See you then," I said. "Love you, honey!"
"Love you, too, sweetie," she said. And we hung up.
I dressed very carefully for Saturday night, hoping that I would look my best for Donna.
And, of course, I brought along some protection. Didn't want to be embarrassed like I
almost was the last time. I arrived promptly at seven and rang her bell.
"It's open, Larr" she said, through the speaker phone. "Come on up!"
I climbed the steps and knocked on her door. She open it and stood there for me to
admire. She looked absolutely ravishing. She had on a dark blue dress with a high neck.
It was sleeveless all the way up to her neck, revealing fully her massive, striated
shoulders. The dress hugged her waist and hips tightly, and the slightly flared skirt
stopped short well above the midpoint of her large, muscular thighs. She was wearing
three inch heels, so all of her muscles in her legs were accentuated fully, and she stood
about three inches taller than me. It was an overpowering felling.
"Hi!" she said, bending over slightly and kissing my cheek. "Missed you, sweetie,"
she said, softly.
"Missed you, too, honey," I said. I looked directly into her beautiful dark eyes. "Donna,   
you look lovely," I said.
"Thank you, sweetie," she said. She wrapped her arm around mine. "Come on, honey,"
she said. "Let's go!"
At her car, I opened her door and she slid all the way over to my side. When I got in,
she pushed herself up against me. Her skirt was pulled up as high as it would go,
revealing fully those huge, muscular thighs. She looked at me and winked, took my
right hand and placed it between her thighs and pushed it all the way up to her lap as
far as it would go. Then she squeezed her thighs tightly around my hand,  placed
her left arm around my neck, and put her right hand on the inside if my right leg and
pushed it all the way up as far as it would go, into my lap.
"Donna," I said, dizzily, "I don't think I can drive like this."
"Yes you can," she said, her lips touching my ear. "Try it. I know you can. You can
do anything, sweetheart."
I managed to drive to the club onehanded. All the while, she asked me questions about
different things, and I tried my best to answer them. Her legs were very hot,, and she
held my hand so tightly in them that the ends of my fingers began to numb. We
arrived at the club, went in and got a booth. We sat down briefly, then decided to go
to the bar to get some wine. On the way we stopped and talked to some of her friends.
She introduced me to some new people, among them a beautiful black lady, Tonya,
a college basketball player. She was quite tall, and promised me a dance later. We
also saw Lisa, the Javelin thrower. I told her that I had brought pictures of some
Javelin cars, and that I would give them to her if she would dance with me. She agreed,
and Donna and I, wine glasses in hand, made our way back to our booth. We sat
down, and she held my hand tightly. We sipped our wine and gazed into each others
eyes.
"What do want to talk about?" she asked.
"I don't know," I said. "Think of something."
"I don't know, either," she said softly, her lips almost touching mine. "Oh, yes I do,
Larry. Did you find a car show we can go to soon?"
"Y-yes, I think I did," I stammered. "There's one next Saturday that I don't think any
of my friends will go to. Maybe we can go to it." Her lips were just brushing mine.
"That's a shame, honey," she whispered. "I'd like to meet them."
"I know, honey," I said, " but I'm really afraid to do that. I don't know what would
happen if... you know..."
"If your friends saw you with another woman," she whispered.
"Yes," I said. "I'm really scared of that."
"Don't worry about it, sweetheart," she said. "We'll work something out, you and me.
We can do it. We're a great team together. We'll make this thing work, you and me.
I know we can. I love you, Larr."
"I love you too, Donna," I whispered.
"Honey," she said, softly, "we haven't danced yet tonight . I want to hold you.
 Dance with me, please?"
"You don't have to ask twice," I said. "Let's go."
We got up and made our way to the dance floor, arm in arm. Out on the floor, we faced
each other. She wrapped her left arm around my neck, and put her right arm around my
waist, pulling me right up to her body. I put my arms around her waist.
"Hold me tight, Larr," she whispered in my ear, as she pressed herself hard to me. She
held me very tightly to her. I nuzzled my face to her neck, looking directly at her huge
right shoulder. I moved my head over and kissed it gently, then put my face back to her
neck.
"You're beautiful, Donna," I whispered in her ear.
"Larry," she whispered, "I know I'm not beauti.....
"Yes you are," I interrupted. "You're the most beautiful lady I've ever seen, honey.
And I really mean that. I don't care what you think. I think you're beautiful, Donna."
"You're so sweet, Larry," she whispered. "I just can't believe this is happening to me.
Nobody's ever treated me the way you do, honey."
"That's because nobody's ever taken the time to really get to know you, Donna," I said.
"You're a real lady, and you deserve to be treated like one. And if I ever stop treating
you like a lady, you'd better straighten me out real quick. You're the best, honey. The
best I guy could ever have! Now, hold me like you know how."
I felt her tighten her arms around me. Her grip was almost vise-like. Our bodies pressed
tightly against each other as we swayed to the music. Her hips gyrated slowly against
mine, and I knew she could feel my totally erect manhood.
I kissed her neck lightly as we moved. When the music ended, we held each other for
several seconds, then released. The music started again, and we embraced. She held me
even tighter, and I could feel her tremendous strength pulling me to her. She held me so
tight I could barely breathe.
"You okay, sweetie?" she asked.
"Y-yes, honey," I answered. "God! You're so strong, Donna!"
"Did I hurt you, honey,?" she asked. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, sweetheart."
"It's okay, honey," I answered. "Hold me just the way you are. You're really strong!"
"Donna's ....very..... strong,.....honey...." she whispered slowly. "Very..... strong,... honey....
Just..... for you, ..... for... you....Donna.....loves..you,..honey....Strong....just... for..you.."
As the music ended, we released each other and made our way back to our table.
We sipped our wine and made small talk for a while. Then the dee-jay announced,
"Ladies Choice!"
"Here's where you get to dance, Larr," said Donna. "Looks like someone's coming
over."
It was Lisa, the track athlete.
"Hi, Larry," she said. "Will you dance with me, please?" I looked at Donna, and she
nodded approvingly.
I stood up, and we walked out to the dance floor. We turned and faced each other, and
she put her arms around my waist, pulling me close to her. I gently put my arms
around her back. She was almost six feet tall and very muscular. She lowered her
face directly to mine, and I could feel her hot breath.
"Would you like to see the pictures of the Javelin cars?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. " Let's see them." I took the two pictures from my jacket pocket and
gave them to her.
"It's hard to tell in this light," she said, "but they really look like nice cars, Larry.
Do you have friends that own them?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered. " There are lots of them in the clubs I belong to."
"I'd like to see them sometime," she said. "Do you think you could take me to a show
sometime?"
"Well," I answered, "I could tell you when and where the show is. You could bring a
friend and look at all of our cars."
"That's true," she said, "but I'd really like to go with you, Larry." I felt her arms
tighten around me even more. She was very strong.
"I think Donna might have something to say about that, Lisa," I said.
"Donna said you like big girls, Larry," she said in a low, sexy voice. "Is that true?"
"W-well," I stammered, "I guess.....I ..guess I do."
"I'm a big girl, Larry. Do you like me?" she asked, softly.
"I..I really don't know you...very well,....Lisa." I was groping for words, and felt
embarrassed by all this.
"Do you think you could like me?" she asked. "After all, I am big and strong." Her
face was just brushing against mine. Suddenly I had this terrible feeling. I tried to
look away for Donna, but I couldn't find her. If she saw me like this I knew she
wouldn't be very happy.
"Donna says you're a pretty good guy, Larry," she whispered. "Do you think you'd
like to show me how good you are, Larry?" she asked. She was squeezing me very
tightly against her. I tried to look for Donna but still couldn't find her.
"Maybe if you spent some time with me you'd get to like me," she said as she pulled
me even tighter to her body. "I'm really very big and strong, Larry. I'm six feet tall
and I weigh 200 pounds. Just the kind of girl you like. If you ever have some free time
you could come over to my place and we could talk, or whatever. Here's my phone
number," she said, as she slipped a small piece of paper into my side jacket pocket.
"Call me anytime, Larry. I think we could become really good friends." Just then
the music ended.
"Call me, Larry," she whispered, as we parted. I was totally stunned. I turned to look
for Donna. She was standing right behind me with  her arms folded. I looked at her,
and I felt my face turn red.
"What was that all about?" she asked sternly.
"Oh, nothing," I said, nervously. "I just gave her the pictures of the cars, and we talked
about them."
"And what else did we talk about?" she said, sarcastically.
"We--we just talked," I stammered.
"Looked like she held you pretty tight, Larry." she said. "Did you like that?"
"Donna, I don't know what we did," I answered, defensively. "I gave her the pictures
and we talked, that's all."
"Okay, okay," she said with a sigh. But I could tell she wasn't very happy.
"Come on, Donna," I pleaded, "please don't be mad at me. If you think I did
something wrong, then I apologize, honey. Now come and dance with me, please?"
She looked at me with those big , dark eyes.
"I'm sorry, sweetie," she said, "I guess I was a little jealous, that's all."
"You shouldn't be, Donna," I said., "You know you're the only one for me, don't you,
honey? And you know how much I love you!"
"Okay," she said. "Let's dance." We made our way to the dance floor and embraced
each other as the music played. We held each other very tight, and we kissed lightly.
I had to look up to her, and I was completely captivated by her loveliness, and her
tremendous muscularity. I was engulfed by the warmth of her body, and once again
I had this feeling of reentering the womb.
We ordered dinner, Caesar Salad for two, and after dinner we danced some more.
"Ladies Choice"! Boomed the dee-jay over the microphone.
"Well, Larr," said Donna, "Let's see who picks you this time.  Oops! I think I see a
customer. Take a look!"
I saw Tonya, the extremely tall black girl approaching.
"I gotta see how you handle this one, Larr," she said sarcastically. "This ought to be
really good! Really good!  Have fun, sweetie!"
I couldn't believe this giantess was approaching me. She was stunning in her white
sleeveless blouse and very short black skirt. Her arms and legs were longer than I
could ever remember seeing on any human being.
"Would you like to dance, Larry?" she said, in a low, soft, husky voice.

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"Y-yes," I stammered. It was all I could say. I looked at Donna, and she had a big
smirk on her face. I saw her giggle as we started towards the dance floor.
Tonya's hands were very large. Out on the floor, she put her left hand behind me
at my waist. Her right hand she placed directly behind my head and tilted it up
toward her face. My head rested lightly on her nicely shaped, soft breasts.
"I've seen you at the gym with Donna," she said. She stared down at me with her
beautiful dark eyes. I had to strain my neck to look into hers. "I can see you enjoy
being with her."
"Y-yes, I do," I stuttered. "She's teaching me about weightlifting and conditioning. I'm
really starting to like it, although I'm sure that part of it is just being with her. She says
I'm a good spotter for her."
"Yes, I've noticed that," she said. "You spot her very well. Have you ever spotted
anyone else?", she asked, in her husky voice.
"No," I answered, "she's the only one I've tried it with."
"Next time you go, Larry, do you think you could try and spot me?" she asked.
"Well......well...I.....I..." I was totally lost for words.
"You could do it, Larry," she said. "We might have some fun together, you and me."
"Well.....well......I...don't ...know...." I stammered. "Donna might not......"
"And you could come over to my place afterward," she said, in a sexy voice. "Here,"
she said, as she placed a small piece of paper in my jacket pocket. "Here's my number.
You can call me anytime." Then she bent down to me, her face nearly touching
mine. She whispered softly to me, "My hands are very big, Larry. I can palm a basketball
in them. They would just love to roam all over your cute little body. And how would
you like these long arms and legs wrapped around you, baby?  I could make you feel
good in ways you never dreamed of, baby." Just then the music ended. "Give me a call,
baby. I'll be waiting!" She released me and left me standing there, stunned. I regained my
composure and made my way back to our booth. Donna was sitting there tapping her
finger nervously on the table.
"And did we have fun again?" she asked, sarcastically, still tapping her finger on
the table.
"Young lady," I said, sternly, "Just what is it you're telling these people about me?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, kind of sheepishly. I had the feeling she had been
exaggerating some things about me.
"Come on, Donna," I said again, "I know you've been letting your imagination run
just a little too fast, haven't you?" I asked.
"Well......I......" she stammered.
"Look," I said. "It's been about a hundred years, maybe more, since I've been
propositioned by a lady. So why is it tonight that it's happened twice! Beautiful young
ladies don't go throwing themselves at guys my age unless somebody's said something
unbelievable about them or there's lots of money involved. I'm sure they all know
that I'm not rich, Donna. Now tell me what you've been saying about me!"
She looked at me and sighed.
"I guess I said some things,....well....I thought they were true.... I don't know....Maybe
I did exaggerate a little. You know, when girls get together they like to talk, and
sometimes we make things seem better than  they really are. But I thought what I
said about you was true." she said. "I told them that I thought you were,..well....a
really good lover. And I think you are, Larry."
"Okay, Donna," I said. "But please, honey, try not to say things like that about me.
It was quite embarrassing, you know!"
"Yeah, but I bet you loved every minute!" she said.
"Well," I said, "I have to admit that it's a real ego booster."
"Don't get any wild ideas," she said. "I can always go and lie to them, tell them that
 you're really not so good!"            
"You wouldn't do that to me, would you, honey?" I asked.
"I just might," she said, "if you don't behave!" She flexed her arm muscle at me.
"You wouldn't want to feel the wrath of these, now, would you, sweetie," she said.
"No, no, no," I pleaded. "Not those huge things!" I said. "Now come on and dance
with me, honey." We danced a couple more dances together, holding each other very
tightly, kissing lightly, and I was in Heaven again locked in the embrace of her strong,
powerful arms. It was getting rather late, and we decided to leave. We said goodnight
to her friends, and both Lisa and Tonya gave be special looks, neither of which Donna
saw. Once in her car, Donna put my right hand between her powerful legs just as she
had on the way to the club.
"No, Donna," I said. " I've had a couple of drinks, and I think it's best that I drive
with both hands, honey. Okay?"
"You're right, as usual, sweetie," she said. "Can I just put my arms around you?"
"Sure, honey," I said. "I'd like that." She wrapped her big arms around me and
nuzzled her face to my neck. When I looked at her, our lips met, and we kissed
lightly. I was able to drive safely this way. And when we stopped she would take
my hand and place it on her right arm, which was draped around my waist.
"Y'like that, don't you, honey," she asked softly. She flexed her arm slightly.
"Y-yes," she had me stuttering again.
"Love my muscles, honey," she whispered. "They love you. Did you know that,
honey? They do. They want you to touch them. Feel them. Kiss them. They're very
big, honey. Just for you, Larr. Love you, honey. Honest, I do!"
"Love you, too, Donna," I whispered. "You know I do!"
When we got to her place, I parked her car and we walked to her apartment, arm in
arm. She unlocked the door, opened it, and I followed her inside. I turned to close
the door behind me. When I turned around she slammed me against the door and
practically crushed me between herself and the door with her tremendous strength.
"Oh, God, Larry!", she exclaimed. And she locked her lips to mine in the hardest
kiss I ever had in my life. I could barely breathe. She stood on her toes and pushed
down on me even harder. Our tongues played with each other, and then she released me.
"I've been waiting for this all night," she whispered. And before I knew what was
happening, she picked me up and gently carried me into her bedroom. She sat me
down on the bed and turned around.
"Unzip me, honey, please," she said, softly. I stood up and carefully pulled her zipper
all the way down. She quickly stepped out of her dress and kicked off her shoes. She
turned to me, and we were eye to eye. She was wearing only her bra and panties. She
was lovely! She slowly removed my jacket.
"Did you bring protection, honey?" she asked, coyly.
"It's in my jacket pocket," I said. "I'll get it." I reached over, picked up my jacket and
pulled the package out of the pocket.
"This okay?" I whispered.
"Perfect!" she answered. She took them from me and placed them on the night table.
She slowly unbuttoned my shirt and carefully slid it back over my shoulders, down my
arms, and dropped it on the floor. Then she sat on the bed and turned me toward her.
Carefully, she undid my belt, unbuttoned the top button of my pants, and ever so slowly
lowered my zipper, pressing against my fully erect manhood as she did. She slid my
pants down to my feet, and I stepped out of them and removed my shoes. She gasped.
"Oooohhh, Larry!" she said, looking at my erect member. She put her thumbs under
the top of my shorts and very slowly lowered them to the floor, and I was fully exposed.
"You're beautiful, honey," she gasped. "Just beautiful!" She slowly ran her index finger
along the side of it. I had goosebumps and a tremendous tingling sensation running all
through my body. She stood up and turned away from me.
"Unhook me, honey," she said softly. I undid her bra, and it fell to the floor, exposing
her perfectly shaped, beautiful breasts. She turned around, and I leaned over and
gently kissed them and licked her erect nipples. Without a word I slipped my fingers
under her panties and lowered them down to the floor. She kicked them away,
and we looked at each other lovingly.
"Come on, honey," she whispered. "I want you inside of me. Now!"
She leaned back on the bed, and at the same time gently lifted me up over her and laid
me down on my back next to her. She then reached over and unwrapped a condom and   
gently placed  it on me. Lifting me up again, she carefully guided me inside her.  Then
she wrapped her huge, powerful legs around mine, and I was completely inside her. She
wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me almost to where I could just breathe. And
then we started to work. In and out. Back and forth. Up and down. Just as we had
before. In perfect unison, as one being. Like a perfect symphony. Or a beautifully
choreographed dance. When she moved, I moved. When I moved, she moved. We
worked in perfect harmony, knowing exactly what the other partner wanted and needed
for complete satisfaction. She was very strong, but, as I had done before, I kept up
with her. We kissed and licked each other, our tongues playing gleefully with each
other. We hugged and squeezed and touched. We worked feverishly together. Sweat
gently rolled off our bodies. We worked for what seemed like an eternity until we
both began to climax. As we came to climax we worked even harder. It was all I
could do to keep up with her tremendous strength as we worked. Finally, at almost
the same instant, we both came to climax. It was like magic. We both moaned and
each let out a big sigh. And we then  lay limp in each other's arms. After a few
moments she lifted me out of her, and I ran to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
When I returned, she was laying on her back staring at the ceiling.  I lay down next
to her, and she looked at me with those big, dark, beautiful eyes. I laid my head on
her big, muscular shoulder.
"Honey," she whispered slowly, "you're the best. I didn't exaggerate to the girls when
I told them about you. You're the best, honey. The best a girl could ever hope for.
You're like magic, sweetheart, honest. We're so perfect together I just can't believe
it! Never leave me, honey. Never, ever. Love you so much!"
She leaned over and kissed my cheek.
"Donna, you're just incredible," I whispered. "The only reason that I can be so good
with you is you. You're my little aphrodisiac. You turn me on so much that I can't
help myself, honey. I'll never leave you, honey.  Never. Ever. I love you so much,
sweetheart!"
I kissed her massive shoulder then moved over to the deep valley formed my her
huge chest muscles, kissing and licking as I moved. I continued on, kissing her small
but perfectly shaped breasts,  licking and gently sucking on her erect nipples.
"They're so small, honey," she whispered. "Are they okay? I wish they were  bigger for
you honey. Don't you?"
"No, honey," I said softly. "They're perfect. The best in the world.  They're so soft and
lovely. And perfectly shaped. They couldn't be any better. They're the best, honey and
I love them. I could kiss them and touch them all night. Forever. For the rest of my
life. They're yours and they're perfect, honey. Just like you!"
I started to move down her body, but she grabbed my head with her hands and held me
to her with her powerful grip. I continued kissing, licking, and gently sucking. Finally,
she released me, and I continued down to her rock hard stomach, kissing it and licking
it. I kissed all the mountains and valleys on it, then moved to her womanhood. I
carefully kissed it and ran my tongue along the outside of it. Then with the tip of my
tongue, I pushed it just to the inside edge of her. She winced and gasped slightly.

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I felt her grab my head once again with her strong hands and hold me there. I removed
my tongue, and kissed her and licked her. Then I slowly ran it back inside her,
penetrating her just slightly more than before. Again, she winced and held me tighter
there. I kissed her again and penetrated again. She was moaning slightly as I did it again
and again. I kissed her and penetrated her a few more times before she finally released me.
I continued down her huge thighs, again kissing and licking her muscles as I went.
I kissed her knee, and moved down to her lower leg. She moved her leg sideways to
reveal her monstrous calf muscle. She flexed it mightily, and I kissed it and sucked on
the bottom edge of it as it jutted out abruptly from her leg.  It was hard as steel.  I
moved to her other leg, and she turned it and flexed it just like she had done with
the other one. I worked my way passed her knee, kissed and licked her big thigh,
and found myself, once again, at her womanhood. I kissed it again, and ran my tongue
gently inside it. She grabbed my head and held it there, and I continued to play my
tongue inside her. She released me, and I continued up her rock hard stomach to her
lovely breasts. I kissed them and licked them again. I just couldn't get enough of them.
They were beautiful. I finally moved up to her massive shoulder, kissed it, then moved
to her arm. She flexed it mightily as I kissed it. I put both my hands around it as she
flexed it, but couldn't surround it with both hands. It was huge.
"My God, Donna!" I whispered. "It's so big, honey. I love it. I love you!"
"I'm glad, Larr," she whispered. "It loves you, sweetie. It does. I love you, honey."
She ran her hand down my body to my manhood. It was totally erect.
"Come on, honey," she said, softly. "I'm ready for you, sweetie. Let me get protection."
She leaned over, picked up a condom, and unwrapped it. Then she rolled me over on my
back and gently placed it on me. And again, as before, she picked me up and guided me
inside her. When she wrapped her huge legs around me, I was completely inside her
once again. Wrapping her strong arms around me, we began to work.  She kissed me
hard, and our tongues once again became loving playmates. She began whispering
to me between our kissing and our heavy breathing as we worked.
"Love....you.....Larr,"........... "... Love... to .....hold.....you....tight,......honey."
"...I....hold .....you......tight ....to ....me,...honey....with ....all.... my..... might,....honey."
"...My....arms......can ......hold.....you.... real....tight,......honey".... "They're......very......
strong.,......honey"..  "I.....have ....big.....muscles.......to.....hold.....you.....tight,.... sweetie."
"......Tighter.......than.......you've........ever.....been......held,.......Larry"......"I'm......very....
strong,.......honey.".........  "I.....know.......you.....like......my ......muscles,.......honey."
"......They're.....all.....yours,.....honey.".....   "All.......yours.".....   "Donna's......very....
strong,......honey.".....  "Very......very.....strong."...... "Just .....to......hold.....you,......
honey."......  "My......muscles ......are......very......big.......and ......strong,.....honey."
".....Just......for.....you,.....honey." ....... "For........you."........ "My ......legs....are.....very....
strong,.....honey"...... "They .......hold.......you.......inside......me.......tight,.....honey."
"......Very .......tight."...... "They're........very ........strong,......honey.".......  "Stronger......
than......you'll.......ever....know,.........honey." ...... "I.....know......you......love......my.......
muscles,......honey."........  "You.....told.......me.....so,......honey.".......  "They .....love.......
you,........too,........Larry."........  "They......do."....... "They .........want.......you......to....
touch.......them."........ "Feel........them"........  "Squeeze........them,......honey."......."They're
.......very .......hard,.......honey."........   "And..big,.......honey."......  "Very......very....big,.....
honey." .....  "Big.......hard......muscles,.....honey."......... "And .......strong,.....honey."......
"Very.......very......strong,......honey.".......  "To .....hold......you.......tight,....honey"....
".........Very.........very.......tight,.......honey."........  "As .....  tight.......as...... you've.......
ever......been.....held,......honey.".......  "Nobody.....can......hold......you.....tighter,....
honey,.....than.....me,.....honey."....... "I'm ......the.........strongest,........sweetie.".......
"The ......strongest." ....   "Donna's......the.......strongest......one......for......you,....Larr."
"Nobody's........stronger.......than.......Donna."......  "Nobody.".....  "All......my.....muscles
.......are....just......for......you,.......sweetie."......  "Just.......for......you,.....honey."...
"....I'll ...... make......them......bigger......if......you.....want,......honey."....   "Bigger,....
..honey.".....  "Much.......bigger,......if......you....want,....honey."......  "Just.....for....you."
"As....big.......as.....you.......want,.......honey.".......  "And.......strong,......honey.".....  "As
strong......as......you.....could.......imagine,.....honey.".....  "To ....hold.....you.....tight,....
honey."..... "Tight....inside......me,.......honey."...... "And.....hard,......honey.".......   
"The.......hardest,......sweetie."......"Very......very......hard,.....honey."......."Like..
....steel,....Larr."........  "Big........strong........hard........as......steel......muscles,......honey."
...... "Just ......for.....you,.....my...honey."..... "Just.......for......you."......
We kept working, kissing, and licking, and holding, caressing each other as we loved.
We worked together as one, but still being two people. And she continued to whisper
to me.
"I......love......to.....make.......myself........stronger.......and.......bigger.......and.....
...harder,......honey." ....... "For....you,.....Larry."........  "I......love........you,......Larry." .....
"My.....muscles.... are.....all.....for.....you,......honey.".....  "Just ......for.....you."......
"Big.....and......strong......and.....hard......muscles,....honey.".......  "All ......for....you,......
...my.......sweetest........one.".......  "You're......the....best."......  "Donna.....will.....do....
....anything.......for........her.....honey.".......   "Make.......herself.......bigger......and......
...stronger,.......if......you.....want,......honey.".....  "Love......you.....,Larry."....  "I
.....know.....you.....love.....my.....muscles,...honey."......  "My......big........hard.....
...strong.....muscles,.......Larry." 

I started to work harder, now. I could feel I was close to climax. She felt it, too.
"No,......honey," she whispered. "......Not.....yet.".......  "Donna's.......not......ready....
...yet,....honey."  She held me even tighter, now, almost squeezing the breath out of
me. She had me in a vise-like grip. She was incredibly strong.
"Not....yet,.....honey," she whispered.  "Not.....yet."
With her tremendous strength she was able to hold off my climax. And a few moments
later,
"Okay......Larry," she whispered, ".....I .. think......I'm......ready,......honey."...  "Oh!"......
"Oh!"....  "Oh!"  And we both worked to a climax. When we were done, we both
sighed deeply, and we lay lightly in each other's arms.  In a few moments, she lifted
me out of her, and I disposed of the condom. When I returned, she was laying on her
side, and she gazed lovingly at me as I lay down next to her.
"Donna," I said, "how could you talk to me and make love at the same time?" I asked.
"What?" she asked. "What are you talking about.?"
"You were whispering to me as we made love," I said. "Don't you remember, honey?"
"Oh," she answered, "vaguely. What did I say?"
"You told me all about your muscles, honey," I said. "It was a real turn-on."  Her face
became beet red.
"Oh, God, Larry!" she said. "I'm so embarrassed!"
"No, honey," I said, "it was lovely. Just lovely. I'm sure you'll never be able to do it
again. But it was fun. And you really turned me on!" She ran her hand down my
stomach to my member.
"Speaking of which," she said, in her soft, sexy voice, "Look at you," she said, pointing
to my erection.
"Can't you give a girl a break, Larr? Honestly!" she whispered.
"You're the reason, Donna," I said, running my hands over her massive shoulders
and biceps. "You and your muscles just turn me on, honey. I just love `em!"
She moved down the bed until her face was right in front of my erect manhood. She
stared at it in wonderment.
"It's beautiful, honey," she whispered. "Can I touch it?" she asked, looking up to me
with those beautiful dark eyes.
"Yes, honey," I whispered, "but please be careful."
"I will," she whispered. "I promise." She took her index finger and gently ran it
along the side. Then she slowly ran it along the top, and then the bottom. I had
goosebumps, and again, this tremendous tingling sensation ran through my body.
"Is that okay, honey?" she asked, softly. "Do you feel all right, sweetie?"
"Oh, God, Donna!" I whispered. "It feels great, honey!" She continued to caress it
very slowly. She was driving me crazy. I couldn't believe that someone like her who
possessed such tremendous strength and power could be this gentle. She was incredible!
She moved her face closer to it, looked up at me and asked, "Can I kiss it, honey?
Would you mind?"
"N-n-no, honey," I stuttered. She gently placed her lips to it and kissed it very lightly.
I felt as if my brain was about to explode with emotion. She kissed the sides, top, and
bottom, stroking it gently with her finger. She licked it lightly and continued to stroke
it. Then she softly kissed its head. I put my hands on her head and began stroking her
soft, black hair. And she continued kissing, licking, and stroking.  She opened her mouth
and placed the tip of it inside her. I could feel her suck very lightly on it, and she ran
her tongue around the head.
"God, Donna!" I said, softly, "You.....you....you...drive me crazy!....I..  love you,
.....honey!"
She released it from her mouth.
"It's...beautiful,....Larry." she whispered, as she continued to caress it and kiss it. "I....
love..it, honey....... It's..so... beautiful!"
"Oh,...Donna!" I said, between gasps, "I... love..you,...honey.....Love ..you ...like..
crazy!  You...you're...driving ....me ...crazy!"
"It's....so....hard,..honey," she whispered, "...hard ...as..."
"As...your...muscles," I interrupted.
"Yeah...honey," she answered, "...that ...hard.....It's ...really ...hard,....honey!....I....
want...you ...inside..me,..again,...honey......Now!"
I reached over and grabbed a condom and handed it to her. She unwrapped it and
carefully placed it on me. She was such an expert. We then moved around to get in
proper position, and she lifted me up and gently guided me inside her. Once again,
she wrapped her huge and powerful arms and legs around me, and the loving began.
We worked and worked, just as before, in perfect unison, neither of us never missing
a move. Satisfying each other with every caress, every kiss. But this time in perfect
silence. Neither of us spoke. It wasn't necessary. We both knew what each other wanted
and gave it to each other. Our hearts and minds were intertwined with each other, as
well as our bodies. Our loving was becoming a habit, now. A wonderful, beautiful
habit. And neither of us would ever be able to live without it. Ever again. We
continued loving, kissing, and caressing. The sweat began gently rolling off our bodies
once again. She held me very tightly, and I held her as tight as I could. She was very
strong, but I found that I was able to stay with her a little more than before.


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Perhaps
I was becoming stronger, or she was making me stronger. The answer didn't matter.
Being with her and making love to her was the most exciting, beautiful thing I had ever
experienced. And I never wanted it to end. Ever. I felt her working even harder, now.
She was reaching her climax. I began working harder, too, and as before, we both
climaxed together. When it was done, we lay limp in each other's arms for several
moments. She lifted me out of her, I disposed of the condom, and lay down beside
her. I nuzzled my head into her armpit, kissing and licking her massive muscles that
surrounded it.
"This," I said. "This is where you get your power. All these muscles right here, honey."
"No, sweetheart," she whispered. "I get it from all over, honey. My arms, my shoulders,
my back, my chest, and these muscles, too, under my armpit. And, of course, Larry,
my legs. You get strength from all of your muscles, honey. And I love to build them,
honey, just for you."
"I know, honey," I answered. "And I love you."
She stretched and yawned, her powerful muscles bulging out from everywhere as she did.
"Maybe I should go, honey," I said. "I can see you're tired."
"Go?" she asked. "Why, honey? Nobody's home at your place, are they? Why would
you have to go home?"
"Well, I don't know," I answered. "I just thought that you'd want me to leave, now,
that's all."
"No, Larry," she whispered. "Honey, let's spend the night together, you and me. Please,
honey? I want to hold you, all night. And I want to be held in your arms, honey, all
night. Don't go, sweetheart. Stay with me, please, honey?" she pleaded.
"Oh, sweetheart," I answered, softly, "of course I will. I'd love to. You know that."
"Good," she whispered. "Now come to me, honey, and hold me in your arms. And I'll
hold you in mine." We opened our arms to each other and embraced very softly. I
nuzzled my head to her beautiful breasts and kissed them lightly. She held my head
gently in her hands and kissed my forehead
"G'night, sweetheart," she whispered in my ear.
"`night, honey," I answered. "Love you, honey." And I gently kissed her soft breasts.
"Mmmm. `Night, my honey," she whispered back. "Love you, too!" We both lay
motionless. Soon I felt her chest heaving slowly, and I knew she was in a deep sleep.
And then, as I snuggled to her massive chest, the whole world disappeared. 

We were walking through the supermarket, Donna and me, doing our weekly shopping.
She would pick up a can or a box, read the nutritional label, and decide if it was
healthy or not for us. Then she would hand it to me, and I would compare its price
to similar products of different brands. Then together we would decide on the best
nutritional buy for the money. With her background in weightlifting and bodybuilding,
and mine in budgeting for a family, we were able to buy lots of really nutritious
foods at affordable prices. After we shopped for canned and boxed goods, we went
to the produce department to load up on fruits and vegetables. We ate lots of fruits
and vegetables, Donna and me. She was a real stickler on fruits and vegetables.
"That's how you look like you do, Larr," she would remind me, gently tapping on
my flat stomach. I looked down, and my overhanging belly was gone, replaced by a
nice, flat stomach. No, it wasn't washboard and hard as steel like Donna's. But it
looked good, and I felt really good, thanks to the four to five workouts every week
with the love of my life and training partner, Donna. We finished our shopping,
loaded our packages into my new minivan, and headed for her place. Once there,
we unloaded our packages and put all the food away.
"What do you think we should do now, Larr?" she asked me. I looked at her with a
gleam in my eyes.
"No, honey," she said. "Not that! We did that three times last night. Besides, I
think we should go to the mall and do some shopping. I need a few things, and
you could use a new pair of jeans and some underwear."
We went to the mall, and walked around hand in hand. We were very happy
together, Donna and me. As we walked through the mall, we would stop and
window shop just like other couples in love. And we were in love. Very much
so, now that we were able to see each other more frequently. I had come to a verbal
agreement with my family that this was my life, and this was the way I wanted to
lead it. And Donna was the person that I wanted to be with the most. My daughter
would come with us once in a while, and Donna and her became the best of friends.
My little girl had great admiration for Donna because of her dedication to her sport.
It was the same kind of dedication that my daughter had to gymnastics. As we
shopped, Donna bought some make-up, which I contended she really didn't need, and
a new top. I bought some underwear, but balked at buying jeans because I was a bit
low on funds that week.
"How about if Donna buys them for you now, honey, and you can pay me back when
you get the money," she offered.
"Okay, honey," I said. "I'll pay you back next paycheck." I tried on several pairs of
jeans, and she picked out the one pair that fit me best. She was very good at picking
out clothes for me, as my taste was poor. I always followed her advice to the letter,
knowing that she had a much keener eye for clothes than me. We went back to her
place, and I spent the rest of the afternoon helping her with house work, cleaning,
dusting, and helping her wash windows. She made doing chores lots of fun. She
had a great sense of humor, and we joked about anything and everything. And, yes,
we kissed and touched each other as we worked, but we also laughed a lot. She was
my lover, and I was hers, but we were also the best of friends. Finally, at the end of
the day, I had to go back to my place and my family, for tomorrow was Monday,
and it was the start of a new work week. We kissed a very hard goodbye kiss, and
I told her I would meet her at the gym tomorrow night.

I awoke slowly to find Donna's soft, lovely black hair in my face. Her face was
buried in my chest. I kissed her hair and stroked it gently. I felt her move slightly,
then she turned her head toward mine and opened her eyes. She looked startled
for a second, and then she said, "Good morning, my handsome guy!" She nuzzled
her head to my chest. "Oooh! It feels so nice and warm here in your arms, honey.
Hold me, sweetie!"
"Did you sleep okay, honey?" I asked.
"Just great, Larr," she answered. "How `bout you, honey?"
"Like a baby, honey," I said. "Just like a little baby." She gave me a puzzled look.
"I had this dream last night, Larr," she said. "It was about you and me. We went food
shopping, and then we went to the mall." I looked at her in surprise.
"Tell me more," I persisted.
"We went to the supermarket, and we checked everything we bought carefully to
make sure it was nutritionally good, you checked the prices, then we went back to
your place and put everything away, honey," she answered.
"And then what?" I asked, almost knowing what I was about to hear.
"We went to the mall, and I bought you a pair of jeans," she continued, " and you
bought some underwear."
"Donna," I said, " you're not going to believe this, but I had the same dream, except
we went back to your place instead of mine!"
We looked at each other with an unbelievable look in our eyes.
"Is it fate, Larr?" she asked, "or has God really put us on the same wavelength?"
"I don't know if God has anything to do with it," I said, "But this is very strange."
"But it's true," she said, "It just shows that we really were meant to be together.
Don't you see, honey?" she continued, "God really wants us to work this out so we
can be together forever. I really love you, honey!"
"I get scared when we talk about religion," I said, " We're very different, you know."
"Can we change the subject, please?" I asked.
"Okay, honey," she said. "Let's see. Hmm. What would you like for breakfast,
sweetheart?" she asked, softly.
"A big kiss from you, my beautiful lady!" I said.
"Besides that," she said. "How about some eggs, honey? Would you like Donna to
make you a couple of eggs?"
"Well," I said, "I don't often eat eggs, but I guess I could splurge a little. Eggs will
be fine. But I want to help you, okay, honey?"
"Sure, sweetie," she said. "Come on, Larr. Time to get out of bed." With that, she
jumped out of bed and headed for her closet. She pulled out two robes from it and
threw one to me.
"Here, honey," she said, "put this on. We have to have some kind of decency around
here!"  We put on the robes and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. We had fun
together. She made the eggs while I made toast and set the table. As we did, we
would kiss lightly and touch each other. She ran her hand down to my manhood,
which was fully erect.
"Look at you, Larry!" she exclaimed. "Can't even do a simple thing like make
breakfast without you thinking devious thoughts!" she joked.
"My thoughts aren't devious, honey," I said. "They're of the love I have for you.
And you're the reason I'm this way right now, my lovely little aphrodisiac. Believe
me when I tell you if it was anyone but you standing here, I probably wouldn't be
having a reaction like this!"
She looked at me with those big dark eyes of hers.
"That's really sweet of you, honey," she said. "Thank you. You say the nicest
things to me, Larr. You're so good to me. I really love you, honey." She put her
arms around me and we kissed a long, hard kiss.
"Now let's get back to work here, before we burn breakfast!" she said.
She made me eggs over lightly, and herself sunnyside. She was a really good cook.
I made the toast and got the juice ready. We ate breakfast sitting across from each
other, and we rubbed our legs together as we ate. It was a wonderful feeling just
being with her. She was my lover and my best friend, now. We joked and laughed
as we ate, and just had a lot of fun. When we were finished we did the dishes
together.
"Come on, Larr," she said, "Time to get dressed."  We went into the bedroom, and
she turned to me.
"How'd you like to take a shower with Donna, sweetheart?" she asked in a sultry,
sexy voice. "Donna wants to wash your pretty little body. And you could wash all
of her muscles, honey. Would you like that?" Her tongue was licking my lips as
she spoke.
"Y-yes," I said, nervously. "I-I'd love to, honey." We undid each other's robe, and
she led me into the bathroom. She turned on the water, and stepped into the shower.
She put her hand out, and gently pulled me into the shower. We stood next to each
other as the water cascaded down our bodies. She lathered up her washrag with soap
and began soaping my chest very gently. She continued down my stomach, and very
gently soaped my fully erect manhood. She knelt down and carefully did both my legs.
"Rinse off, sweetie," she said, softly. I stood in front of the water and let the soap
run off my body.
"Now, turn around, honey," she said, " so Donna can do your back."
She lathered up the washrag and gently scrubbed my back. When she got to my
derriere, she pinched it.
"Ow!" I shouted.
"Sorry," she laughed. "I just had to do it, Larr. It's so cute!" She gently scrubbed it,
then did the backs of my legs.
"Rinse off again," she said, slowly. I let the water run the soap off my body.
As we stood facing each other, she touched my erect member and stroked it
very gently. Her face was touching mine as the water ran all over our bodies.
"Larry," she whispered, " it's beautiful, honey. Just beautiful." She stroked it
again and again.
"Here," she said, handing me the washrag and soap. "It's time for you to do
Donna." I lathered up the washrag and began gently scrubbing her. I did her
massive shoulders and arms, and moved to her big chest and very soft breasts.
I did her washboard stomach, gently washed her womanhood, and continued
down her beautiful, muscular legs.
"Rinse off, beautiful lady," I said. She stood in front of the shower, and the water
ran over her beautiful, muscular body. Then she turned around and I did her huge
back, her wonderfully rounded derriere, and all down the backs of her legs.
When I was done, she rinsed off in front of the shower. She turned around, and I
gently washed her face, being careful not to get soap in her beautiful dark eyes.
I guided her to the shower stream and she rinsed the soap from her face. We were
facing each other, standing very close. She took my member gently in her hand and
began to place it inside her.
"No, Donna!" I exclaimed. "I'm not wearing any......"
"Shhh!" she said. "Donna wants you! Inside me, honey!"
"But Donna!" I protested, "I don't have any...."
"It's okay, honey," she said, "Come inside........Oh! My God!" she exclaimed. "What
am I doing?" She quickly stepped back.
"Whew! You scared me, sweetheart," I said, relieved.
"I don't know what got into me, Larr," she said.
"Well, I know what almost got into you," I continued. "That was close, Donna. I
 think we'd better be more careful!"
"I'm sorry, honey," She said softly. "Come on, let's get dried off."
She turned off the water, and we stepped out of the shower.
We picked our towels off the rack, and gently dried the water off each other. It
was very romantic. I touched her and then kissed her muscles very lightly. She was
beautiful. The most beautiful lady I had ever seen. She led me back to the bedroom.
"Come on, honey," she said, "Donna wants to dress you."
She picked up my shorts and carefully pulled them up to my waist. Before she
pulled them over my manhood, she gently kissed it. Then she put on my pants and shirt,
softly kissing my chest as she buttoned my shirt.
"You're a big boy," she said. "You can put on your own shoes and socks."
When I was dressed, I began dressing her. First came her panties, which I slowly slid
up her muscular legs. I kissed her womanhood gently before I pulled her panties up
over it. I helped her with her bra and kissed her breasts before she hooked it. Then
I helped her with her knee length shorts and her full size top. After she put on her
sneaks we combed our hair, and we were ready to go.
"Come on, Larr," she said. "I have to do some food shopping, and then we'll go to
the mall. Just like in our dream, honey!"
We got into her car, and she slid all the way over to my side, pulling the sleeves
of her top all the way up revealing her massive shoulders and biceps. Then she
pressed them against my arm and whispered in my ear, "Here they are, honey.
Just for you. Big enough for you?" And she pressed it even harder into my arm.
This eventually would become a little game she would play with me when we
would go out together. She would keep her sleeves rolled up all the way as we
drove to our destination, tantalizing me. Then when we arrived, she would roll them
down again. It was a real turn-on to me, as her arm was always hot as fire and hard as
steel. We went to the supermarket, and just like in our dream, we picked out her food,
checking it for nutritional value and price. Then she bought a good bit of fruit
and vegetables.
"See, Larr," she said. "Sometimes dreams can come true."
"Well, almost," I said. "But I still have my belly!"
"We'll take care of that, in time, honey,"  she said. "I can promise you that!"
Then it was back to her place to unload everything and put it away. All the while,
we kissed and touched each other very gently.
"Larr," she said, "Let's go the mall. I have a few things I need."
We drove to the mall and walked around hand in hand. She bought me a couple of
pairs of underwear to keep at her place. Then she bought herself a top, and we did
some more window shopping together. The day was flying by very quickly. We had
lunch at the mall, and headed back to her place. She played her little game with her
sleeves as we drove, but left them rolled up when we got back to her place. I helped
her do some of her chores for the rest of the afternoon. We continued to have lots of
fun, and kissed and touched each other continuously. It was getting late, and I decided
I had better go.
"Donna, honey," I said. "I had the most wonderful time this weekend with you! I
wish it would never end!"
"I know, Larry," she said. "It was great. I can't wait to see you next weekend. Are
we going to the car show Saturday, honey?"
"Yes, honey," I answered. "I'll pick you up early, about eight o'clock."
"Fine, honey," she said. "I'll miss you all week, sweetie. Do you think you can come
to the gym some night, Larr?"
"I'll try, honey," I answered, "but in any case, I'll call you and leave my little messages
on your machine."
"Oh, that's so sweet of you, Larr," she said. "They keep me going all week"
"I love you, Donna," I whispered, "You can't imagine just how much!"
"Yes I can," she said softly, "Because it's as much as I love you, honey."
We kissed a very long, very hard kiss. Our hands roamed each other's bodies.
Then we parted. As I drove home, I realized that she was now the second focus of
my life. I had to think of a way to keep her with me forever.



END of Part 4