The Muscular Mrs. Jones: The College Years

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[009eli]

Wow, what a great chapter. Thanks, I can't wait to read whats coming next...

Thanks. I can't wait to post it but it seems like every time I think Im finished I find I need to add another detail or aspect!

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PART 3 - The Show

We made our way back to our seats and joined Uri and Bob who were waiting for us. Bob at that time had made his move away from the chips and was eating a giant hot dog.

As we rejoined them, he offered the hotdog to Lori.

"No, damnit Bob! I don't want any hotdog..." She said dismissing the hotdog as he shrugged and began to chomp away on it.

Soon the lights went down, and the show started. The theme of the show was  'God's Of Old' which seemed to both combined Greek myths, Roman Myths and just about anything that had happened in the past and I couldn't help but wonder how many bodybuilding shows had used this theme before.

The show started with some muscular men dressed as gladiators carrying out a large chair which held the host. One of whom I recognized as the MC, a big beefy guys whose suit barely fit him. The other was the female MC Nicole Willis! The four-time Mrs. Olympia and just one of the all-time cutest muscle women in my mind. Nicole had short bobbed blonde hair and seemed to be the perfect representation of that wholesome, to die for a Midwestern girl. Only if that girl sported capped delts, a rowers back and sculpted quads that popped out from under her short black evening down and bulged and shifted as she moved around the podium.

"Tonight! We are here to see the best in muscle, isn't that right Nicole?"
"Yes that's right Bruce, these guys and girls have worked hard. Give it up!" She said into the mic, and I couldn't help but notice that she was even shy and slightly awkward which just made her appear that much cuter in my mind.

The show started with the guys, and I couldn't help but feel slightly inadequate as these huge dudes pumped and posed on the stage. It was also somewhat awkward as I didn't want to be seen starring at the huge bulked dudes in tiny posing briefs on stage so I mostly just tried to look around like I wasn't looking too hard.

Luckily soon the first of the girls then came out. The bikini girls in their tiny posing suits. It was an odd feeling to be able to not only publically gawk at these women but be encouraged too, and I noticed that the crowd screamed and yelled for their favorites.

After that where the fitness girls and then finally the lights dimmed and the Nicole and the other MC took the stage.

"Okay.... Now its time for the biggest of the big – " The male MC said.
"That's right. These ladies aren't playing around. It's time for the Female Bodybuilders!" Nicole said as she cranked out a bicep flex, letting off what was actually a pretty colossal arm muscle. And I gasped as she did so in her dress, which to me there was almost nothing sexier than a muscle girl in elegant evening attire posing.

I was glad that it was time finally for the FBBs to get out on stage as I actually believed it or not getting kind of bored. It's hard to explain, but I was starting to get fatigued as ripped, hot muscle lady after muscle lady came out on stage.

I thought I had maybe hit my max, but as the first FBB took the stage, I instantly felt myself snap back to attention. The fitness figure and physique girls all looked amazing, but as the first girl trotted out in her posing suit, you could instantly see the difference in size and level of development. Despite being just one of the smaller girls and from the lightweight category the size difference was evident from the moment her routine started.

As girl after girl came out and posed, I looked over at Lori and Uri who were watching closely knowing full well that there would be girls that Jinni was to be judged against.

Finally, after some fantastic girls came out in the light and middleweight class, it was announced that it would be time for the heavyweights. The biggest girls, and with that announcement my heart began to pound faster. I looked over too at Lori and Uri who were watching now with increased attention. Bob couldn't seem to be bothered and had pulled out a box of red vines and returned to checking his phone.

My mouth nearly hit the floor as one of the first competitors was a personal favorite of mine; Helle Trevino. A woman who I knew had relocated from Denmark to the United States and had been training for years and had a good following on social media where she regularly posted her workouts.

Halle trotted out on stage in her glittering purple bikini and immediately the crowd fell into an awed hush. She was huge. Chief amongst her developments were her giant calves that seemed almost as big as her biceps. She began her routine moving with slow and controlled movements with each pose, and you could see the crowd was looking on in awe.

Uri shook his head. "She looks great. Look great..." He said perhaps growing nervous that Jinni was getting more competition then he expected.

"She really looks good," Lori added under her breath. Watching someone like Lori regard these women was fascinating. I mean, she and these ladies on stage were conceivably from the same sex, but the girls on stage looked like they came from a different species than an average lady. Maybe that was why I found them so intoxicating they just appeared so superhuman. Anyway, it was interesting to watch someone like Lori, despite being so far from their insane builds, be able to appreciate the hard work they put in. The entire thing was making me wildly turned on.

And that didn't stop with the next contestant; Shanique Watkins. An African American girl who at only 24 was shooting through the ranks and considered the next up and coming BB star. She trotted out on stage in her tiny orange bikini which I noticed how been cut in a way that was slightly different than the other women to show off both her amazing back development and glute development which was her trademark.

Shanique started off her posing very slow and sultry and spun around the stage showing real heart and finesse. It was like she had thought about every moment and was expressing it with real emotions. Watching her was odd. She was only a few years older then I and the evident passion she showed off was making me have a massive crush on her.

Shanique finished her routine with her crowning movement. A slow. Controlled split. Where she slowly dropped down onto the stage only using the incredible strength in her legs. Finishing with her body prone on the stage, the split causing the amazing, squaring up and bunching of her glutes to which the crowd literally GASPEd in unison then burst out into spontaneous applause.  It was a kind of crazy thing, I had been at sporting events or performances where the crowd had burst into applause for a particular thing, but here they were openly applauding Shanique's body. I'm sure any straight man and woman in the place after her performance had to be rock hard.

To add to the limbic torture, just when I had thought the routine was over, Shanique managed to raise herself up off the floor, using only the strength in her own legs! The crowd again burst into applause, and she bounced off stage. And I noticed as she did so, something I had seen on the other competitors. That each girl would slowly run a finger down along the back side of their suit, in between the fabric of the lower part of it and in between their glutes. It reset the material, but I found it so incredibly erotic and found a charge fire through my body each time one of the women did this.

"Very good... Very good... Very hard to beat..." Uri said again under his breath.

I had been waiting in anticipation for when Jinni would finally go on, but since there was no program, it was hard to tell. That, and I knew Jinni had a small plastic number #17 posted on her bikini, but since the competitors seemed to come out in random order, it was hard to tell precisely when they would get to her.

Finally, I saw Jinni in her purple glittery posing suit bounce out from the backstage area. She waved to the crowd, and I noticed that she was walking different, bouncing slowly on the balls of her feet. It gave her the impression of an energetic pep in her step, but I could also see, that not only did it make her walk a bit sexily, swaying her hips, but it had the added effect of causing her calves to bounce and flex to their full size with each step.

Jinni took the center of the stage, and I may be biased, but I thought she looked terrific. We had only seen her an hour or so before but she looked bigger, fuller, every part of her body looked fully round and pumped as if she had hooked a bicycle pump and pumped her already large muscles up with air. I know that when we left her backstage, she had undergone a process known as carbing-up, where the women gorged themselves on carbs, in Jinni's case she had two large bagels and then chased it was a sweet drink to bring out their full conditioning. I could see Jinni must have timed this perfectly as she looked near 3D in her musculature, and where some of the other competitors looked stringing, Jinni's golden skin covered her like silk. Moving and flowing with each movement.

There were murmurs in the crowd as she took center stage, no doubt brought on by how dialed in she looked.

"She looks good," Lori said.
"Looks really good," Uri added with the critical eye of a keen observer but still having to admit Jinni really seemed like she had pulled it off.

Jinni stood in the center of the stage. Her large pearly white smile plastered on her face and just the perfect amount of makeup to highlight her features underneath the harsh lights of the arena.

"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MY REPUTATION!" Joan Jett sang blaring out of the theater's PA system as Jinni began her posing routine. She started moving along the stage, bopping her head side to side with the music. Her hair had been gathered up on the top of her head in golden blonde ponytail which swung and shook as she nodded her head with the song. Occasionally as she spun around you could see the back end of the ponytail brush up against the wondrous thickness of her traps and feather against the bulging muscles of her scapula and rhomboids.

"A girl can do what she wants to do, and that's
What I'm gonna do..." The song went.

As I watched Jinni's routine, I noticed something else. Whereas Helle's posing had been all hard flexing and Shanique's was sensuous, Jinni was doing something different. She bopped along to the upbeat rhythm of the song – adding almost cheesy pin-up type poses whose unintended effect was also to showcase the muscle. Instead of flexing her triceps she bopped lightly on her toes and forced her arms down, and while flexing gave a cheesy Betty Boop 'Who me?' Pout with her face. The effect was so completely different and fun that the audience had no choice but to join in with it. And it was completely in line with Mrs. J's personality, her sex appeal came almost completely from her innocence mixed with an 'aw-shucks attitude.' You could almost believe she's the type of woman who would be able to change her own tire and then by the time the tow truck guy came she'd have baked him a pie.

Lori was on her feet applauding loudly, and she signaled for me to get up.

"Come on! Go Jinni!" She yelled and nearly pulled me to my feet. I rose somewhat hesitantly. I wanted to show my support, but something inside of my body stopped me from cheering too loudly. I felt like if I did, I might lose control and somehow out myself as more then just a casual friend who showed up for support.

"Oh no... no... no... no... Not me... me... me..." the lyrics to the song went.

The song began to come to a close, and the crowd was cheering, and if I wanted to see the end of it at all, I had to stand. Which I did and began to join in, at first self-consciously.

Lori was going crazy "Come on Jinni!! Bring it home!" And then shot me a look that said, you better clap, which I did. At first slowly and then louder.

Jinni flowed and twisted around the stage entirely getting into it and offering knowing smiles and winks to the crowd. Occasionally finding some guy going nuts and pointing to them and then doing a cute hair flip of her head. Literally, I wondered as I looked around, how you could not fall in love with this woman!

The song hit its last chorus and Jinni spun around showing her back to the crowd and extended her feet out past shoulder width and knelt down in a pose known as the 'scarab'. This was Jinni's closer, and its design was to, with the girl's knees bent at 90 degrees cause the glutes to fully flex while showcasing the width of the back in a rear bicep pose.

Jinni crunched down, and the entire back portion of her body rippled and locked into place, and you could feel the air go out of the auditorium as they quickly grew quiet then exploded into applause. Finally, to close, Jinni released the pose. Bounced to her feet and turned to the crowd. Her smile looked ready to burst off her face, and she did a small bow, waved and then bounced off the stage in the direction she came.

The crowd went nuts, and I even found my myself cheering and clapping with a new kind of energy that felt like it was coming up through my body and exploding off my face.

"She nailed it! Nailed it!" Lori kept saying before turning to Uri who was nodding but offering a more critical estimation. "She did very well. Very good and very hard to beat." He finally said nodding his head.

I couldn't believe how loudly I had cheered and I looked down at my hands which was red from clapping so much.

The next and last competitor was Paloma who took the stage and started her routine. The crowd and I as well gasped, Jinni looked big and impressive, but at over 3 inches taller Paloma was  huge, and her muscles were big and thick, and she literally seemed to dominated the stage.  Paloma's routine was thatshe moved around commanding the stage and striking each pose with hard muscular flair.

Lori looked worried, and Uri shook his head too saying "She is tough. She will be tough to beat."

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There was a bit of a pause in the show, and we took a moment to walk around and circulate the halls.

"I think I have heartburn," Bob said clutching his chest.

"Yeah, cause you ate everything that wasn't nailed down." Lori shot back before Bob headed off to see if he could find some Alka-Seltzer

Uri walked back over to our group. He had headed off for a bit to go and track down the judges and to talk to some of the other competitors in the show.

"Erh. She could break top 5. But maybe number 7." He said reporting back.

"What? She looked amazing!" Lori said, and I too felt that Jinni was easily in the top three.

"Yes. But you have to understand there is politics here too at play, but 5 is good for her." He said and made a point, I knew from Jinni's past history that she was a good pro but had never finished in the top 5 in a show as big as the nationals.

Soon we were called back into the main hall was as it was time for –

"This is the posedown!' Nicole said holding the mic up to her cute face. The action making her prominent delt bulge significantly more than a normal females.

I had been charged up by the posing routines of the various girls – but had not psychologically prepared myself for what it would be like to have all ten beefy oiled up women on stage fighting, posing and flexing at the same time.

Things started off well enough with the girls posing politely, but within moments I could see Jinni aggressively head to the front of the stage – oh my god was she sexy! She stood stock still at the front point of the stage, grabbed the side of her posing suit and pulled them up while planting her feet out wide hitting a lat pose which showed off her X frame shape. The crowd at it up!

"She's going for it!" Lori said and jumped to her feet. "Go Jinni! Go Jinni!" The crowd began to chant, and I joined in.

Jinni was really taking it to Paloma who was the apparent front-runner. Every pose Paloma did. Jinni would mimic it. Doing it right in front of the big Venezuelan's face. She was fearless. Double bicep? Jinni brought her arms up, meeting Paloma's. Rear back. Jinni met her head on. Quad shake? Jinni did the same. Roiling her loose quad muscle then suddenly SNAPPING! Into a rock hard flex.

It was so aggressive, it was sexy. And soon the posedown had ended, and the two beefed-up women turned to each other smiling as good friends again, and Paloma leaned over hugging Jinni and engulfing her in her slicked back oiled muscles and pressed her hard against her chest. I let off a sigh and felt the sharp bulge and tingle of my pulsating balls grow heavier and heavier until they felt like they were filled with concrete.

The girls headed back to the back of the stage and held hands as the announcements of the placing were read off.

"She'll be number six..." Uri said under his breath. Lori held her hands tight like she was praying.

Soon the top 10... then 9... then 8 competitors were read off... and Jinni stood still holding her relaxed pose clutching hands with Paloma. Each breath from her extraordinary physique causing her abs to bunch and flex slightly under the stages harsh lights.

Then competitors... 7... 6... 5 were read off. With Halle finishing in fifth place which the entire audience let off a loud boo, thinking she should have placed higher.

"She's top 5!" Lori said excitedly as it began to dawn on us that Jinni was far exceeding expectations. Even Bob had looked up from his phone.

"In fourth place – competitor number 8... Shanique Watkins!" Shanique held up her arms high and smiled at the crowd as she took her trophy.

"Okay. Only three more spots."

My heart was beating faster and faster with so much pride for Mrs. Jones up their as Jinni, Paloma and Margie, the last three competitors all shuffled closer on the stage and held each other's hands tightly.

"And the third place trophy and a check for fifteen hundred dollars goes to..."

The MC let it hang there for a second as me, Lori and even Uri had joined hands nervously holding hands in anticipation of the announcement.

"Competitor number twelve... Margie M. Martin!" The crowd burst out into applause as we joined in as well so loud that we probably drowned them out –

"Which means..."

Next came Jinni's name.

"Second place goes to Jennifer Halifax. Which means that first place and a check for ---"

But we didn't care our section had cheered so loud. Paloma wound up winning, with Mrs. Jones finishing second. Better then anyone had thought she could do.

We stood on our feet yelling.

And I looked out on the stage. Mrs. Jones stood there. The lines shinning down on her. Her muscles glowing under her thin layer of sweat and looked up and smiled with pride and held her second place trophy up high.

[Saxony Red Devil]

That was electrifying, yay Jinni! \o/

[QBikk]

It was another great addition. I like the fact that you dig deep in the psyche of the main character.

[taoschild]

Excellent description Eli - thanks for continuing this fun story.

[009eli]

Thanks. There's actually 2 more installments which complete this chapter just trying to finish them up to post them.

[Saxony Red Devil]

Merry Christmas to us then! 

[009eli]

Without further ado!! Part 4!

After this I think there's one more installment of this chapter. Comments! Feedback! Karma always appreciated and thanks again for taking the time to read this story!

The Muscular Mrs. Jones: The College Years - CHAPTER 4

PART 4 - DINNER

"This is Dave Palumbo with © Saradas, backstage at the NPC Nationals with second place finisher Jennifer Halifax. You used to be Jennifer Jones, what happened?"

"Lost the ring. Lost the last the name about a year or so ago so..."

"Now, I'm sure there's a lot of guys out there watching who'd love to replace Mister Jones."

'Welp, they can email me their resumes (laughs), but if they can cook a good grilled chicken, they may be in the running."

(Laughs)

"Now you finished second place. Coming into the show, people thought you may not crack the top 5 – "

"I know, I can't believe it."

"A lot of people in the audience had you and Paloma neck and neck. She had you on a couple of things –"

"Her size is hard to beat –"

"And you carry a lot of size yourself. How tall are you?"

"Five four."

"And your weight for the show?"

"One hundred and sixty-eight."

"Wow. A lot of muscle, but you carry it well. And offseason?'

'I get up to one eighty sometimes mid-180s, but... I try not to get sloppy."

"Lot of grilled chicken."

"Yup." Laughter

"And what's next for you?"

"The Emerald Cup is a couple of months away and another Wings of Strength... so try to add some size. Some sweep to my legs and arms and see what happens next."

"Well, you are getting very tough to beat. Anyone, you want to thank?"

"Yup of course. My entire team, Uri, my trainer. The guys at Pro-Ex, my sponsor. My son Sebastian who is at college and sends me emails like "Mom, chill... (laughs) my friends Lori, Bob, and Lawrence."

"Very nice and can we just get a quick double bicep shot..."

"You're gonna make me strip?"

Laughter.  Mrs. Jones pulls off the track jacket and does a double bi pose for the cameras.

"There she is. Paloma, she's coming for you –"

END OF INTERVIEW.

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We waited outside the exit from backstage eagerly for Jinni.

As we did so, my head was swimming with beautiful, buff women who were exiting from their time on stage competing. Most came out clad in the grey sweatpants handed out by the show's organizers, but it wasn't uncommon to see a girl come out in just her sparkling posing bikini to snap pictures with fans or greet their family and supporters, standing in the middle of the lobby area letting the world ogle their rock hard bodies as if it was no big deal.

In fact, my eyes were traveling across the room to gaze at a pretty blonde figure competitor who didn't look much older then me but whose shoulders looked as if they had been inflated with air pumps and whose veiny abs flexed every time she laughed. In fact, I had been looking in her direction when I heard Lori cry out ---

"Jinni!!" As Jinni exited into the greeting area carrying her trophy.

She had (unfortunately) covered up her posing suit with the grey warm-up gear, but the cover only made her sheer bulk look more prominent and broader, s if she was wearing shoulder pads under her warm-up jacket. As she joined us we all participated in a group hug and I could feel her hard muscles move underneath the fabric of her jacket.

The plan had been for them to go to dinner to celebrate and I was going to head back to campus, but Jinni had some opinions about that --

"You have to celebrate after something like this." Jinni cried out after we made our way partially across the lobby.

I told her I had planned on heading back to campus --

"Okay," Jinni said with a bit of a pout. "If you have work to do I don't want to interfere with that."

I thought it over. This was crazy! I was getting a chance to hang out and be close to the second-ranked female bodybuilder in the nation... Ripped and in contest shape, and I was debating going back to school and doing an econ report? It's in certain moments that you decide to seize life, and you suddenly make a choice that will change everything for you going forward.

"Nope. I can still hang out a little." I said.

"Good." Mrs. J said and shot me a smile.

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After making our way through the lobby, which was not easy, when you're traveling with a woman who just defied expectations and finished second place in a national show. It seemed that every step we took to get closer to the elevator someone else stopped Jinni and asked for their photo taken.

A charming moment happened when a family who was in the hotel for another event began chatting up Jinni. They posed with a photo of their 8-year-old daughter who was wearing a Wonder Woman shirt. Jinni took off her sweat top, knelt down, and struck a bicep pose while the little girl did the same.

"Us strong women need to stick together." Mrs. J said to the little girl who was looking on at her in wonder like she was the real Wonder Woman!

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We made our way off the elevator and headed down the hall towards the suite --

The plan was to go to a steakhouse called J and J's which was famous in our area, but a bit pricey and the only time I had ever heard of anyone going there was for special occasions.

"Don't worry," Jinni said maybe seeing a bit of concern on my face about how I was going to afford to pay for a meal at a place where the only time anyone from my family had gone was to celebrate my dad's promotion. "Dinner's on me. A thank you for everyone helping me out. I was going to say something earlier, but I don't want to let Bob off the hook just yet for thinking he's going to have to pay his way."

We both laughed.

Jinni needed to shower and get changed before heading out --

"Just a sec... I swear I'm not a super girly-girl and won't keep you boys waiting." She said before she headed to the bedroom and shower with Lori to get ready for the night and share girl talk.

This left just me and Bob to sit and wait in the central area of the suite.

"We okay to grab something from this mini-bar Jinni?" Bob asked barely waiting for an acknowledgment from Jinni who was now in the other room with the door to her bedroom barely shut.

"Yes. Bob... Help yourself." I heard her yell and then within a moment, Lori stuck her head out. "Jeezus Bob! Don't abuse the privilege!"

"What? I'm just having chips and a beer." He said and then watched Lori shake her head with disapproval before disappearing back into the bedroom to help Jinni prep for the evening.

Bob watched her go. Then popped the top on the beer, grabbed a bag of pretzels. Looked both ways, then grabbed another bag of chips.

"You want?" Bob asked extending one of the green Heineken bottles in my direction.

I hesitated. Whenever we traveled the mini bar was strictly off limits to us. "A total scam," was what my dad called it and would often call the hotel to have them take the food out of the room just so we wouldn't be tempted. So that's why I waivered not sure if I wanted to take the beer that was probably over $12 a bottle!

But Bob didn't seemed to notice and cracked the bottle and handed it to me.

"Here you go, kid." He said. It was I think the first moment in the entire day he had given me more than a cursory glance.

Heck! I was a college student, and it was beer, so I took it. Maybe it was the day? Or the show? Or just having been so close to Mrs. J for a prolonged period but as I took a sip off the frosty bottle, I thought it was the best beer I had ever tasted.

Bob soon sat across from me on the large chair facing the TV and flipped it on and turned it to sports center.

I'd occasionally look over at him, but he was more than busy flipping his attention between the TV and his phone.

While Bob was watching TV, my mind couldn't help racing towards what was happening in the bedroom where Jinni and Lori were. I could hear them talking, laughing... I knew Jinni was getting ready for the evening and I could even hear the sound of the running water of the shower starting. It was like torture! Was Jinni standing there naked in front of Lori, while they had girl talk? Her bulging, rock hard prize-winning physique exposed to the older woman as they gossiped and chit chatted? I felt like there was a secret club happening right next to me that I just wanted to gain access too. That and occasionally I'd hear Jinni's full throaty laugh escape from behind closed doors and echo through the suite.

Sports Center was explaining a story of how some injury was going to affect the rest of the season of a certain pro basketball team, but it was hard for me to even focus on what the hosts were saying. I was busy thinking about what the warm water felt like once it hit those rock hard muscles. How it felt for Mrs. J to lather up that body of hers amidst the steam and the soap running her fingers across those pebbled abs...

But quickly my reverie was interrupted by –

"Who got hurt?" It was Jinni she had unbeknownst to me exited the shower and was standing behind me behind the couch.

She leaned in and reached over and took the beer bottle from my hand and took a swig of it. Before placing it back in my hand without saying a word.

I looked at the bottle sitting there in my hand. A small bit of the wetness from where Mrs. J had placed her mouth remained on the end of the bottle – The beer was nearly done and the suds were sitting at the bottom of the green bottle.  But there glistening along the neck was just the light hint of Mrs. J's pursed lips. I looked around to see if anyone was watching and then - I took the last swig. A slight spark traveled up my spine as I luxuriated in the intimacy of knowing that my lips and Jinni's lips had, just for a brief moment occupied the same physical space.

"Bob, you can catch up on sports later," Lori said coming over and snapping the TV off.

"Bob. The restaurant has TVs. We'll sit you so you can watch them. You won't have to talk to anybody." Mrs. J joked, and Lori joined in laughing. I tried to stifle a bit of a laugh myself. I was always amazed at Mrs. Jones' wit. She always seemed to know exactly what to say.

'That would be like his dream." Lori said as Bob finally climbed up off the couch.

And I did the same spinning to find Jinni standing there in the entryway area of the suite waiting for me so she could close up the room.

She was fresh from the shower. I noticed her more severe dark contest tan had been washed away allowing her more natural olive brown skin and darker coloring to show through. And I also believed she had applied a light layer of bronzer moisturizer which covered her skin with a fine layer making it appear tantalizingly moist to the touch. The overall effect was that the bulging muscles stretched and shaped her tight dark skin literally making them shimmer when she moved.

Mrs. Jones had replaced her sweats and dressed for the evening in a tight, cinnamon brown dress was stretched over her body. Its coloring was near the coloring of her skin which gave the impression at times of her being nearly naked, while the tight fabric clung to her body and midsection and allowed for the clear visibility of her queue ball abs and the upper part of her hip flexors to be visible as she moved around the room.  The top had been designed with a single strap that clasped around her upper traps and left the majority of her clavicles, bulging chest and the plunging back of her back as well as her arms to be on full display. And a small gold necklace hung around her thick neck and fell just slightly, it's glimmering color offsetting the beefy fibers of her pectorials as it fell mid-chest.

Mrs. Jones moved slightly adjusting herself in her heels. A bit of awkwardness as I again wondered, and was amazed at the fact, that I knew it was difficult and a specific skill for women to walk in high heels, but I marveled at and wondered, if the additional 40 or 50 lbs of dense-packed muscle beef she carried and the sheer curves and angles that the muscle packed on her frame made it more difficult for her to walk in them. If they had, you wouldn't have known it. Besides the slight waddle caused by the acquiescing to thickness of layered inner thigh development, Mrs. Jones moved with a grace and fluidity.

"You ready Lawrence?" She said smiling to me and as she grabbed her floral print purse and shoved it under her meaty built bicep before flipping off the light to the room.

[009eli]

(CONTD.)

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We had soon made our way down to the lobby and as we stepped off every head spun in our direction. I think the sheer extraordinariness of seeing a beautiful muscle woman like Mrs. Jones in such elegant and feminine attire was genuinely shocking for many of the people in the lobby. And you could literally feel the attention on our party as we climbed off the elevator and headed towards the exits.

Heads spun, and people looked at us as we walked past. We had again split off in our default groupings. Lori and Bob up ahead and me and Mrs. Jones picking up the rear. Jinni completely seemed to be unaware and ignored the commotion she was causing and mostly asked me about what I was going to order that night. But I noticed pretty much every guy looked at me in envy as I headed across the lobby arm and arm with my buffed date for the evening.

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We took an Uber to the restaurant and as we waited outside for the car to arrive a bit of wind picked up.

"Brrr... Cold..." Jinni said shivering, and she backed up into me a bit for warmth. "Could you, Lawrence?" She asked indicating the light silk wrap she had brought to keep her warm for the evening. And I took it from her and draped it over her shoulders. She turned and mouthed "Thank you..." to me. It seemed like just these small acts had the effect of forging our bond even closer.

"You wouldn't be so cold if you wore more clothes," Bob said.

"Bob! She looks gorgeous!" Lori said coming to her friend's defense.

"Thank you, Lori," Jinni said, and I noticed that the act of backing up into me slightly for warmth had caused a bit of the back of Jinni's stretch tight dress and her glutes to brush up against my crotch, rubbing in their fabric encased prison momentarily against the fly of my pants before stepping away from me as the car finally arrived.

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The car ride over was, and of course, the driver had commented on Mrs. Jones' arms which prompted an impromptu pose off where the driver compared his rather okay arm to Mrs. Jones. But it was interesting on close inspection although the driver seemed to equal her in size Mrs. Jones arms contained a level of development and rippedness that put a normal person's arms to shame. The arms were similar in size, but just a quick glance could differentiate Mrs. Jones' pro-level development from the cab drivers amateur lifters bulk. As Jinni slowly brought her arms up in a flex you could see the immense, head and peak of the biceps stretch the skin and the small muscle fibers dance under the surface, while on the lower part of the arm, Mrs. Jones' phonebook sized triceps layered the arm with added depth and breadth the driver just couldn't compete with.

On the ride over Bob had climbed in the front seat which meant Mrs. Jones, Lori and I had squeezed in the back.

"All in..." The driver asked before pulling away, and I had accidentally climbed in before Jinni, which meant I was jammed up in the middle seat, pinned between Lori and her soft sweater, and Mrs. Jones' bulging back which was now situated mere inches from me in the compact car.

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Within what felt like a pretty quick amount of time the car arrived at J & J Steakhouse, which was only a few miles away from the convention.

"Jennifer... Can I get your autograph..." The driver asked rather cutely and handed Jinni a pen and piece of paper for her to sign, which I noticed that she did, adding in her looping curved feminine signature followed about a small little illustration of a flexed bicep which I thought was cute.

And exiting the car Jinni and the driver agreed to follow each other on social media.

Heading into the restaurant the place was packed, and a jazz band was playing some familiar music on the far side of the restaurant.

"You ever been here before?" Jinni asked taking my arm in hers as the hostess led us to the tables.

It had of course gone without saying, but the moment we stepped out of the car nearly every head had spun in Jinni's direction to do a double take.. and as we walked in past the line of people without reservations waiting in the chilled night I noticed people's eyes follow Jinni's spectacularly shaped body whose dressed moved and flowed with each of her bulging movements.

The same effect had followed us into the restaurant as, as we made our way in between tables, I could see men look up and suddenly lose their train of thought as Jinni passed. In the distance I saw two women, about Jinni's age, sitting and drinking martinis, they immediately, as if sensing some sort of threat was in their presence of their ability to attract wealthy men, landed their eyes on Jinni and then went slack-jawed as it was evident that the buffed, bronzed soccer mom in the skin tight strapless mini dress and the glistening smoky blue eyes was going to the topic of conversation for the night.

Even the hostess, a pretty young blonde girl, I noticed had added an extra pep in her step to seat us and continuously looked back at Jinni and me.

"I'm sorry ma'am I have to ask, are you a bodybuilder?" She said finally getting up the nerve.

"Yes. I competed tonight." Jinni said sweetly, slowing down her pace just a bit to fully engage with the younger woman.

"I don't know what the other women looked like, but I'm sure you must have wiped the stage with them." She said offering Jinni a big smile.

"She came in second place!" Lori said proudly of her friend. And Jinni nodded, and nervously brushed a few of the locks of her hair which had crested into her traps.

"Well, I don't doubt it.... You look amazing." The hostess said with a squeal and quickly bounced off to help another table.

We had taken a seat and I cracked a menu and looked at the prices and have to say I was incredibly relieved that Jinni had revealed to me in confidence she was paying for the meal as I was sure that ordering even that cheapest appetizer which was an $18 salad would have knocked me off my food budget and forced me to eat ramen noodles for the next week and a half!

"Have you ever eaten at a steakhouse?" Jinni asked as Lori and Bob looked over the menu together.

"I think I have but ..."

"Not one like this?" Jinni asked. She had leaned in close, and the bulged side of her capped shoulder was brushing against mine, even though she seemed at least a body length or so away, and I guess just the sheer width of her upper body closed the gapped.

"Okay, so they age the steaks here which means they'll bring 'em out on a cart." She said, and I noticed she was cupping her hand to the side of her mouth like she was telling me a secret. I think she was doing this as not to expose my naiveté to Bob and Lori and I nodded along, once again embracing the conspiratorial bond I felt had been fostered between us.

"So when they bring out the steaks, just pretend and 'oh' and 'awe' like it's a big deal... It's just.... A part... of the show..." She said again in a low whisper and shot me a wink. "Now what kind of steak do you like?"

I told her I wasn't sure and Mrs. J subtly took her pinky finger and pointed down to the bottom base of the menu pointing out one of the steaks in particular that I should order. I don't think I fully grasped what she was doing, but today with some distance, I could see she was helping to advise me, to protect me. By advising me on what steak to order without saying it in front of Bob and Lori to save me the embarrassment of seeming like I was just imitating what she had picked for me to order.

Throughout the night a steady group of well-wishers and gawkers would make their way over to the table for a photo opp with Jinni. Since the restaurant was close to the convention center a lot of audience members from the show were in attendance and they, of course, wanted their photo taken with the new number 2 in the world!

But was also surprising was the hubbub would bring over the other patrons in the restaurant. A family of four that wanted a shot of Mrs. J in the middle cranking out a double bicep pose.  One incident involved a bachelor party, and as Mrs. J posed in the middle of 8 profoundly drunk and charged up 20 year olds I was genuinely concerned she was going to get clubbed on the head as they violently pushed prodded her to get her in the center of the picture, but throughout it all Jinni seemed to take it all in stride. And I was frankly wondering how she dealt with it as we seemed to be interrupted every few minutes with another photo request, which Jinni would gratefully rise and pose for, talk for a few moments and make each person feel as if they had been a particular special occasion in her entire night.

The meal was spectacular, and I knew that since the moment the waiter came over to take our initial orders we were in for an 'interesting evening.' The waiter was an older gentleman, maybe in his late 40s (but I guess that was Jinni's age and she didn't seem older, so it's all just a number.) And he seemed to be thrown as he first laid eyes on Jinni who was sitting in the back of the booth and with her scarf off had exposed the top sheaf of her bulging shoulders and especially traps to the world...

"Hello and welcome to er..." The waiter trailed off as I, and I think the rest of the table, could see him first realize precisely the build of the woman he would be waiting on for the rest of the evening. Lori snickered a bit, and I looked over to Jinni, who seemed to meet the poor befuddled fellow's confusion only with warm kindness.

"I-uh.... Welcome to JJ's Steakhouse. Have you dined with us before?" He finally managed to say, spitting out the pre-rehearsed schpeal he had no doubt delivered a dozen times that night, just not to a woman whose exposed traps resembled Christmas hams grafted under her skin.

"We all have, but it's Lawrence first time." Jinni said back maintaining eye contact with our waiter whose name tag I could now see said 'Fred.'

"Oh, first timer..." Fred said barely taking his eyes off Mrs. J's direction, and I couldn't help but feel the temperature in the room seemed to shoot up multiples as I could see Jinni was lightly fondling the small, gold necklace then usually rested in her layered chest area.

I noticed Fred's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably as his eyes remained transfixed on the small piece of golden jewelry whose action of being played with was catching the light of the glinting candle at our table while slowly reflecting its warm glow against the fluttering pec fibers which were readably apparent under Jinni's glistening skin.

"I'll give you a few moments to get aquatinted with the menu and then come back and take your order," Fred said finally managing to pull himself away from Mrs. J's dancing necklace charm and onto what was surely the just as enchanting charms of her eyes. "Can I get you anything while you are deciding?"

"I'll take the biggest margarita you feel comfortable making... and do you still serve bread?" Mrs. J asked.

"Bread and booze for the lady," Fred said before dancing away from the table with a hop in his step.

Once he was gone. Lori shot Jinni a mischievous look.

"What..." Jinni said defensively still playing with her necklace and gave a Lori a sly glance. Both women quickly broke out into laughter.

"What?" Said Bob finally looking up from the menu. "Does this place have hot wings?" He asked quickly returning his gaze to the menu.

[Saxony Red Devil]

We're all being spoiled with so much of this fantastic story being pumped out! Keep it up ♥

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Thanks SRD - There is one more piece that I am finishing right now... and I am publicly putting this out there THAT I WILL POST B4 XMAS!! So I can hold myself accountable but that piece kind of brings everything full circle for the chapter and hopefully will justify why these installments went so into detail so hopefully ppl havent been thrown off by the length so far and will stick with it!

[Saxony Red Devil]

Personally I love detailed, lengthy reads like this. It immerses me more into the environment and gives me a more solid feel of what Ms. Halifax is about ^^

[009eli]

Hi Y'all --

As promised here is the last piece of this chapter current chapter of Mrs. J: The College Years. Hopefully it was worth the wait!

Comments, critiques and Karma are all welcome. I'd love to hear if your happy with the direction Jinni and Lawrences relationship is heading in.

This will probably be my last posting of the year so happy holidays and thanks again for reading.

CHAPTER 4 PART 5

"I'm literally stuffed..." Jinni said patting her stomach which had bulged out slightly and caused her deep cut abs to press out against the tight fabric of her dress as we climbed out of the car and headed back into the lobby of the hotel.

We had just unloaded from the car ride from the steakhouse and arrived back at the hotel. The food was terrific, and Mrs. Jones and I had put it away, both eating a giant steak. I had no idea where the lady put it, but actually looking at her rock hard muscular body, I could clearly see –

Throughout the evening Mrs. J had also ordered a bunch of large margaritas, jokingly telling the waiter 'When you see this one get low, you bring the next.' Each time the waiter would step away, Jinni was discreetly angle the straw towards me, indicating for me to take a sip, which I would pull off the straw and sucking in the sweet tequila laced beverage.

As we all stumbled into the hotel, I couldn't help feel a warm, good vibe amongst everyone. Even Bob seemed to have finally loosened up and put away his phone.

We took a seat at the bar, and Mrs. Jones excused herself for a brief moment to use the ladies room.

I was watching her lycra-clad hourglass figure of muscle, which just a few hours before had been posed and flexed on stage in a tiny bikini, disappear across the hotel lobby as Lori leaned in next to me ---

'What's your intentions with my friend?' she asked leaning into my ear.

I was a bit taken aback by the question and noticed Bob had looked away or at least pretended to look elsewhere and return to his phone. His demeanor communicating 'you're on your own with this one.'

I began to stammer out 'I- I don't really understand...'

'Oh come on Lawrence.' Lori said with a dismissive hand. 'I've known Jinni for over fifteen years. Let me put it to you this way... When a woman has reached a certain age. Had kids. Did her part as a wife. She wants to have what she wants. She wants to live for herself. And only a fool couldn't see you two have some kind of connection."

It was an odd thing to hear said out loud, especially by someone who knew Jinni so well. But it was also something I couldn't be in denial of. Ever since I had befriended Mrs. Jones by my acquaintance with Sebastian, I couldn't help but feel something had continually pulled us together, as if by fate.

Back where I had grown up there was a term; 'Kindred.'  It's an old Southern term that had meant a kind of deeper, inexplicable connection. It wasn't so much 'love' as the idea that somewhere in the world there was a person waiting for you who understood you in a way that you didn't even understand yourself. Maybe that was why Mrs. Jones had come back into my life?

"All I'm saying is, you hurt her at all she's been through.... And you'll have me to deal with," Lori said pointing at herself sternly. The idea that Mrs. Jones with her bulging muscles could ever be hurt seemed ridiculous to me, but for the first time I became aware of her emotionally as a person, and hearing her friend stick up for her just made my feelings even more real.

"What are you all talking about?" I heard Jinni said as she made her way back to the table.

"Just you... and how amazing you are." Lori said covering the last part of our conversation as Jinni took her seat next to me.

"Oh little old me..." Jinni said in a joking Southern Belle accent and batted her eyelashes. It was meant to be a joke, but Jinni had an incredible way of making even her own self-deprecation feel incredibly charming.

"We're also talking about how if we don't head out we're going to hit traffic. Isn't that right Bob?" Lori said and slid off her stool and gathered up her stuff.

"Yup.... Yup." Bob said and took a handful of nuts from the bowl on the bar.

"You sure? It's only eight? Have another drink." Jinni said and rose a bit from her chair and headed towards the bar.

"No. You, two young people, enjoy the night. I'm so proud of you." Lori said and made her way over to the muscle woman, giving her a hug on Mrs. Jones' thick build.

"Okay. I never could do this without you, sweetie. You know that?" Jinni said holding Lori's arms in her hands before giving her another hug.

"And you too Bob," Jinni said before making her way over to Bob to give him a hug, which I noticed he pulled back a bit, which to me was odd. It seemed any man or woman would savor the opportunity to take in and be close to Mrs. J's muscles, but it really looks as if Bob was utterly indifferent to Jinni's bodybuilt-bulk, and actually slightly put off by it.

As the two women continued to say goodbye and make plans to meet up, Bob leaned in to shake my hand –

"Good meeting you." He then pulled me in closer and whispered something I'm not exactly sure what he meant to this day. "You get a chance to drive a Ferrari.... You don't go back to driving a Ford." And then pulled away giving me a pat on the back and then headed out.

With Lori and Bob gone Mrs. Jones and I sat there on the stool for a little bit. It was suddenly so quiet.

"Did you like the show?" She asked.

"It was really cool," I said and then dumbly realized how bad I was a conversation and that I needed to ask her questions as well. "Are you happy with your placing?"
I asked.

Mrs. J made a nose-wrinkling face as if she was thinking long and hard about it. It was both incredibly dorky, but in the candlelight of the table and with her tan and her makeup, it also looked incredibly sexy.

"I think I am. I want to do better you always want to do your best, but Paloma is really something." Mrs. J said and took another pull of her marg straw which I noticed left the lingering impression of her pink lipstick on the straw.

"She really is.." I said, and then Mrs. J shot me a look, which I couldn't tell if it was a surprise or her feeling threatened. "All the girls looked great... You looked great" I said trying my best now to pull it back, but in some ways feeling like I had stepped in it even more.

"Oh wow, Lawrence. You'll make quite the politician someday." Jinni said making a joke, and we both started laughing

A moment of silence lingered between us—

"Hey, Lawrence... I've got an idea. I want to show you what Lady Bodybuilders really look forward to after their competition." She said smiling at me. Her dazzling blue eyes flickering in the candlelight.

(CONTD)

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"Now come on Lawrence, I'm going to show you what Lady Bodybuilders look forward to the most of after their competition." I loved that she called them 'Lady Bodybuilders' it sounded so feminine yet powerful and pushed me even closer to the brink then I already was.

With a ding we had found our floor and stepped off the elevator, my pulse was racing and could literally feel my heart beating out of my chest as I followed Mrs. J down the carpet covered halls to her room.

She was a few steps in front of me and I took long, lingering glances, at the way the sway of her hips and how her muscular legs pumped and flexed in her high heels with each step she took, the outer part of the front of her built up thigh muscles even becoming visible from behind as they flexed outward as she walked the carpet.

We had maintained conversation throughout most of the elevator ride, I think talking about the show, although I don't remember. My heart was in my throat, and I felt like I might throw up butterflies at any moment.

"Here we are...." Said Jinni stopping out the door and digging out the key card for the room from her purse.

She popped the door open, and I walked in, relieved to be hit with the cold blast of the rooms running air conditioning which helped cool me from the sweat that was building under my shirt.

"I like this room... It's very cool." I said, trying not to be flustered and taking in the room which was now filled with the glowing light coming in from outside the large 180-degree windows which looked over the convention center which was still pulsing with people from the shows after party.

"Oh yeah... It's pretty sweet." Said Mrs. J taking it in as if she had seen it for the first time. "They said they had a suite open and I said... Cool. I'll take it." As if renting a room that grand was no big deal. Which I guess in her world, it wasn't.

"Listen. You take a seat and take a load off. It's been a long day." She said plopping me down on one of the stools surrounding the kitchenette's counter.

"I'm going to just..."

Just going to what? But I had missed the end of what she said, and before I knew it I looked around, and Mrs. J had headed off to her bedroom.

I sat there. Desperately trying to catch my breath. To figure out what was I was doing there in that room. Part of me told me to run to the door. Some mistake had been made. But another, more authentic, deeper part of me told me to stay. That if I left I'd always regret it.

'Okay. So... they send me all these dumb suits called micro teenies to wear for photo shoots... it's literally like stuffing your body into a piece of dental floss but – "

I could hear Mrs. J moving around in the other room of the suite. There was a bit of clunking as she did what I could surmise, was kick off her heels and then pull open a drawer as she continued to talk through the separation of the doors between the rooms.

'They are honestly the most uncomfortable things to wear but... people seem to love them so..." I could hear her say as I listened to another drawer slide open then shut and then what sounded like the zipping and unzipping of a duffle bag.

"Ah... let us see, they sent me this heavy metal thingee, a construction themed one... oh and my personal fav 50's housewife but... oh, let's try this... "

As Mrs. Jones trotted out of the bedroom in her 5-inch heels my mouth hit the floor for what was probably the 40th time that evening. Standing there, a bit of the golden light of the bedroom illuminating her from behind, Mrs. Jones looked like an honest to god superhero come to life. And not just one of the girl hero's like Storm, or Phoenix who were usually depicted with long, lean limbs and bulging voluptuous breasts. No, cast in a bit of shadow Mrs. J looked like she could take on Wolverine and give him a fair fight.

She looked huge, and my eyes were first drawn to her massive rounded shoulders and then up to her bulbous traps around which the tiny string of the micro teeny sat clenched between the muscle meat of what would have been her clavicle and her neck. Her trademark thin, stringed golden necklace dangling loosely and occasionally bunching into the crevice of her thick pecs, swinging a bit, but eventually hitting the muscle meat each bulging breast as it came to sit in the middle of her chest. And man... her chest looked amazing, she was contest dry, and the alcohol and meal we had just eaten hadn't hit her metabolism yet. Everything looked dry with the grainy fibers of the rippled muscle seeming to dance and catch the light every so often and I noticed that the tiny top of the bikini seem to capture the small point of where her breasts would be which had a slight drop to them, the last remains of her female breasts which had been worked away over years of heavy lifting.

Although she was a smaller woman, in heels, and in that moment with her glorious body revealed to me in just the barest minimum of clothes her presence was so overwhelming that I actually felt a bit scared. A growing sense of just how powerful her muscles indeed were creeping through my system.

'What do ya' think...' Mrs. J said holding her arms out to the side a bit to display her torso. The suit was teeny, tiny at the bottom and primarily just consisted of the small threads and a minuscule triangle of fabric barely big enough to contain her sex.

Mrs. J's tight stomach fluttered in and out with each breath, and I noticed the veins and flexes of her cubed stomach muscles ripple and contract under her breathing as she stood, holding her arms out. Her thighs too bunched and flexed as she turned to display the suit to me in the light of the kitchen, and I noticed from my slight raised vantage point on the kitchen area stool how thick the top of the area that connected them to her hips were.

The suit had been designed in the style of a 'cheerleader outfit' and seemed as it had been styled a bit after the Britney Spears 'Hit Me Baby One More Time' video. Only so minimally that I had no doubt you could fit the entire suit into a lipstick case.

"It even comes with these little pom-poms." Mrs. J said pulling out a set of somewhat cheap looking plastic pom-poms. The top portion of the suit being a tiny white fitting which looked somewhat like a tied of shirt top, just barely big enough to contain Jinni's muscle engorge pec cleavage. While the bottom was merely a triangle of grey scarcely big enough to contain her sex, with a small bit of fabric bunting around the dental floss thin strap, which was meant to bring to mind the idea of a cheerleader's short skirt.

"Go! Team!" Jinni said doing a sort of tongue in cheek cheer with the pom poms that had come with the outfit before placing them down.

I smiled and clapped, and Jinni shrugged putting down the pom-poms and then came dangerously close to me. Her tanned, pumped up body near inches from me as I sat on the kitchen stool.

"And now... Let's do it... As promised the thing lady bodybuilders look forward to most.... after months of contest prep. Hard dieting and hours of training..." Jinni said as she trotted away from me and.... Over to the fridge in the suite giving me a view of her sweeping backside and lower body.

"Well, almost the thing we look forward to the most..." She said with a mischievous gleam in her eye and popped open the fridge. As she opened the door I saw a surge fire across the side of her lat, and the light from inside illuminate her bringing into view the deep valleys, ridges, and veins that surged across her built back. And at the same time my eye took in her lower body, clad only in the tiny bikini fabric, her glutes pushing up high and hard away from her body and a bit of the light from the fridge illuminating the dimples on her squared off ripped muscle cheeks as well as the striated fibers that fired under her thin skin.

"Homemade chocolate cake!!' Mrs. J said trotting back to the kitchen island counter and delivering a cake plate containing a brown chocolate layer cake under a cellophane wrapping...

"You ever have a chocolate cake made by the number two ranked female bodybuilder in the world?" Mrs. J asked chiding me.

I shook my head indicating that I had not, and Mrs. J laughed and brought out a knife from the drawer under the kitchen counter island.

"What did you think of the show?" She asked as she began to cut the cake up in slices.

"I loved it. It was so much fun." I said eagerly.

"And what was your favorite part?" Mrs. J asked raising her arched eyebrow up as she took a large piece of the cake off and put it on the plate.

"Paloma of course," I said and then laughed knowing full well I was teasing Mrs. J slight.

"I'm not sure I like you anymore Lawrence." Mrs. J said laughing and then slowly putting the piece of cut chocolate cake in front of me.

"She is pretty amazing though. I am so jealous of her lower body." She said and then took a large slice of cake for herself and sat next to me.

I slowly took a piece of the cake on my fork and at it. It was moist and delicious.

"Good, right?" Jinni asked as she took a small piece of cake on her fork and ate it. I saw her eyes roll back in her head as if processing the deliciousness of the cake after so many months of self-deprivation.

For a few moments, we ate the cake in silence. Savoring its rich sweetness.

"Oh my god!!" Mrs. J suddenly cried out "We need milk!" And she hopped off the seat and trotted across the kitchenette area to the fridge giving me another shot of her muscle powered lower body in the minuscule outfit.

"You just can't have chocolate cake without milk. That should be illegal."

I laughed and agreed, and she took two of the glass tumblers out of the cabinet and filled them with the thick creamy white milk.

I took a bite and this time chased it with the milk and looked at Mrs. J she was doing the same, and we both simultaneously nodded and smiled.

"So good..." She said in between bites of the cake.
"Yeah... so good..." I said back and then kicked myself for realizing I had basically just said exactly what she had said to me.

We ate our cake in silence again, and I swallowed hard tasting the soft, moist cake, which felt so rewarding after the long day. I could hear Mrs. J's teeth occasionally touch the spoon and then take a sip of milk. We sat there for a moment and then finally Jinni turned to me –

"I bet Paloma doesn't make a chocolate cake like this."

"I bet she doesn't," I said smiling back.

"And I bet Paloma doesn't have arms like these..." Jinni said bringing her arms into a hard flex a few inches from my face.

For a beat, I sat there. Unsure what to do and I caught Jinni's eyes... Her look was so multilayered it seemed to say 'Go ahead touch them. I worked hard on them. And you worked hard today to...' it was like she was presenting them as her gift to me.

And once she nodded, I felt my hands uncontrollably shoot out from my body and reached for the capped peaks of her biceps. Running my hands over their hardness and finally taking her right bicep in both my hands and squeezing it as I took in the thickness of both its peak and curving stretch of the bulging tricep underneath.

My eyes quickly fluttered to Mrs. J's face as if to say that I was sorry for what I had just done, but looking at her face in the warm glow of the kitchen she only smiled at me as if to say it's okay.

And then, without saying a word, she lowered her arms and did something that would change both our lives forever...

She took her fork and dragged it in a bit of the chocolate frosting and scooped it up pulled the icing, smearing it across the ridged vein peaked of her biceps. Spreading it along the bulged mountainous top.

I looked to her, and her eyes again said, "Go ahead..."

And then like that, I found myself leaning forward, Mrs. J's volcanic bicep peak in my mouth. My tongue exploring it, the thin skin moving underneath it and my tongue able to feel the muscle fibers below. I took in the cake, sucking in its sticky sweetness off the muscle cap –

I began to stammer "I—I'm so sorry I don't know what came over me..." But Mrs. J gave me a smile 'shh..' she indicated placing her finger against her lip and again smiled in such a way that communicated everything was going to be okay.

She again picked up the fork and again topped it off with frosting and then, this time with the hand that wasn't holding the fork, slightly pulled aside some of the bikini top exposing the center of her pec and the lower area of the bottom of her breast, while still keeping her nipple hidden in the tiny cups of the fabric. She then slowly and with a knowing smirk spread the frosting into the crease of her pec.

I lunged for it again. My tongue now finding the jagged space in-between her two breast muscles and tracing it. Feeling the craggling edges of the muscle tissue. Mrs. J pumped her hands and arms subtly, causing the breast and pec to bulge slightly as my mouth sucked off the last of the frosting.

Mrs. J slowly repositioned her bikini top and then reached over and passed me my glass of milk.

"Here..." She said offering me the milk, her voice now both low and rooted in a way that communicated softness, power, and confidence all in its breathy cadence.

She tilted the milk to my lips, and I slurped it greedily, feeling the crisp taste of the milk felt so refreshing and cleared my palate. Then, slowly and gently she dabbed a bit of the remaining droplets of liquid off the side of my mouth with a napkin.

I again wanted to protest, but at the point, Mrs. J had stood up and offered the next body part of hers to me. Her crisp bulging abs, which she spread the chocolate frosting across.... Then sucked in her stomach, contracting incredibly tightly and causing the mounds of molded abs to pop, flex and contract under her skin.

I sucked away greedily, feeling the paperskin thin that covered her hard cobbled abs move and pull as I sucked away.

Jinni then pulled back slightly and I wondered if the entire thing was ending but ---

For the piece d-resistance of the entire show, Mrs. J sultrily made her way over to the plate. I couldn't help but notice that she did so she seemed to sway her hips a bit as if getting into it more.

She then scooped the last bit of the chocolate off her plate brought it up and stood there for a moment –

"Now... is this something you could see Paloma letting you do..."

I shook my head, both now a bit scared and enthused at the proceedings.

Jinni then came around in front of me and spun my kitchen stool slightly, so I was facing her. From behind she was hollowed by the light of the kitchen light overhead and her body silhouetted by the light that was coming it from the outside.

She leaned forward. Her face inches from mine a smile crossed her pretty face and her eyebrow arched up on her golden brown forehead.

She then first brought her arm down hard in a tri-flex and, with great care extended her right leg behind her, causing the side of her glute, both to POP, then finally flex up pushing up high and hard against the lower portion of her thonged panties. The extended leg flex caused the glute muscle first to flex into ridges of tissue, and the side dimple muscle of where her lower leg connected to her hip pushing and then finally squaring up into a chiseled, ledge-like bulge that stood off her lower body. Jinni held the flex for a mere moment, and I could see the lines of striations that ran parallel along the length of the brown bulged muscle, and I watched as they appeared and looked a bit like lines of corduroy bristling under the skin.

She then, continued to hold her flex, and brought the fork down grazing it along the side of her glute and using the squared up edge to clean the fork of its remaining frosting.

My eyes found her eyes again and traced their sight line down to her ridged up clenched glute cheek, and she offered up another charming look that said 'Go ahead. Sample."

And I lunged forward, my mouth finding first the top ridged shelf of the muscle. Sucking hard I felt the rice paper thin skin move around a bit over the fibers of her warm muscle as my tongue hungrily sucked on its surface. The tip of my tongue having to dig in slightly and as I worked to get the remaining frosting, the wedges and crevices caused by the bulging fibrous muscle underneath.

With the last of the cake gone Mrs. J finally popped up from flexed hold and used a bit of the discarded napkin on the table to clean off the rounded surface of her jutting butt muscle of the remaining frosting.

And then once again brought the glass of milk up to my lips and tipped it forward for me to sip.

"Now..." She said, raising herself up on her heels "Have you ever eaten chocolate cake off a woman with 3.7 percent body fat before..." and then brushed the last of the cake and milk off from my mouth with great care. It sounded less like a brag coming from her and more like a statement of fact.

"I—" I again tried to protest. To say I was sorry. That I had made a mistake but...

"Shh... " Mrs. Jones whispered to me placing her finger against her lip.

She then, slowly, and balancing her bulk elegantly on her heels – knelt down, crouching in between my legs.

I looked down at her and she gave me so such a warm, kind smile – the kind of smile that seemed to come more from some deeper place inside of her – that I suddenly felt I was instantly accepted. Instantly seen. That I would never have to hide myself or who I was again and that everything I had ever done that was wrong was being forgiven at this moment and I was being wrapped in an infinite pool of understanding and warmth.

In fact, I now felt as if the entire room had gone warm, and that the cold air conditioning that had been running in the room for most of the night had been replaced with a warm, steady blowing of air that filled the room and made it feel like a cocoon of safety wrapping me in its warming embrace. The sound of the cars and the streets outside as the convention center still hung in the distance, but in this room now it felt as if Mrs. Jones and I were the only two people alive.

Within moments Jinni working from her crouched position had slid the pair of khaki pants I was wearing that night down halfway in between my thighs. And then with her firm grip slid her hands under me, and hoisted me up and then readjusted me slightly on the stool... and then quickly and adeptly whipped my cock out of my boxer shorts...

Unsheathed from its fabric prison my cock sprung quickly to life, growing into its full rock hardness within mere moments of being exposed to the warm night air.

I looked down at Mrs. Jones imploringly; I think half checking to make sure she was doing okay, and half making sure what was happening to me was actually happening – But each time I gazed down I met her eyes which seemed to be saying "It's okay Lawrence. Just relax. Just relax."

Soon I felt Mrs. Jones hand ease over my thigh, moving up slowly and then encompass my cock in its grasp. She squeezed it slightly. Milking it. Putting a small bit of force as her dainty hand covered my manhood.

It was hard to explain, but I could tell the pressure she was putting on with each aching squeeze was minimal... but still...  as if my dick was connected deep into her grasp I perhaps sensed intuitively that she was holding back. Despite the strong grip, I could tell there was so much more power there... she was holding back... and my knowledge of her deep, unexplored reservoirs of strength -- just the mere potential of what she was capable of doing to me - sent ripples of fear, excitement, and adrenalin all down and coursing through my body.

My dick responded in kind, jump-jump-jumping, flexing and quivering under her grasp as I felt it thrust and grow harder than I ever thought possible. The feeling of the blood rushing to it now, quick and fast made it feel as if the skin on it might burst open at any moment –

Mrs. J ran her hand over the tip of my throbbing manhood, briefly cupping it in her small hand as my rock hard cock continued to quiver and shake the head now ozzing the pre-cum which had been stored all day by the show and the presence of girls and the nearness of my ultimate muscle crush; Mrs. Jones, who was crouched in-between my legs slowly maneuvering my manhood up and down, softly in her manicured hands.

Mrs. J worked spreading the smooth milky pre-cum up my shaft, and I could feel her small hands, a bit of the callused and meat of the palms which had been strengthened by hours of hoisting ridiculously heavy weights. Powerful hands felt rough for a moment on the shaft of my dick, but soon smoothed under the jizz which was oozing from my pulsating shaft in long steady streams –

I gasped – and I'm sure Mrs. J loved the effect she had on me, as she held my unguarded member in her powerful grip, my hips began to buck, and I gasped slightly pushing myself close to my edge, but still holding myself back as I didn't want the eternal torture to end.

I grasped the stool tight and roiled my head back and then... I felt then Mrs. Jones take my shaft into her soft, moist mouth –

I will tell you now – I had, had a few blow jobs from Lizzie and a couple of other girls in high school, but nothing could compare to the experience of what a mature woman could do, fellas. And why not, Jinni had nearly 2 decades of being married to perfect her technique and perfect it. And perfect it she had...

And even here thinking back on it, now I could still feel it. How she'd work the underside of my shaft with her soft tongue - in... and out... gliding it up and down, occasionally dragging it just slightly with a bit of friction over her small lower teeth... and then in ever so slowly... the aching pulsating shaft meeting the inner warmness of her mouth –

In...

And out...

Over and over... until I was right on the edge and then... as if with a sixth sense she would pull back... right as I was the on edge... With a light slurp, gently removing her lips from the shaft and occasionally brushing the underside of my engorged balls with the outside of her hand and then starting up the slow, prolonged torture all over again as....

I would occasionally look down at her, crouched in-between my legs, the brown granite muscle mass of her bowling ball delts, and traps... the pumped tanned fibers of her vein encrusted forearms and biceps on her short, but pumped arms, working, flexing away all working now to pump my shaft... to pleasure me...

It was the most mind-blowing feeling ever to watch those arms... those biceps which I'd seen on Insta**** and Youtube, cranking out hammer curls with 50lb dumbbells with the ease of lifting feathers.... Those shoulders which were capable of repping away at the military press rack with 45 lb plates on both sides of the bench press bar... cranking out set after set with ease... all now holding my cock, the most delicate part of my body with such softness and tenderness. All while knowing that any moment, if the tide had turned, or if she had been so willing, what she could have quickly done to me or my manhood.

But it wasn't her strength she was expressing now... it was something else...

Each time my gaze lingered down there for a more then a moment, Mrs. Jones would look up as if sensing my eyes on her... and with my cock still in her mouth give me that look of infinite warmth and kindness. That look that said everything was going to be okay –

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity – My body convulsed... Shooting what was no doubt the most powerful load I had ever blown out of my rock hard dick –

Mrs. J's jaw muscles tightened taking in the load and then swallowed –

I sat there taking everything in... Mrs. J sat, my dick, still hard in her mouth. She finally gave it one last suck, clearing the remaining cum off and then pushed herself up, standing between my still prostrated legs.

She clicked off her heels and stood there now, just in her bare feet - right at my eye line... and stared at me, with the biggest grin on her face. Less mockery and more 'What a good girl am I...'

I sat stock still, and she looked at me deep in my eyes, my still rock hard dick quivering and brushing slightly against her exposed brick abs which were flexing and contracting as she caught her breath. She leaned in and bent her arms resting her elbows on my exposed thighs, and turning her arms, doubled her muscle thickness as her peaked biceps pressed into her engorged forearms which were still snaking with veins from the effort they had just put forth and leaned in close.  She then then leaned forward and, looking at me, dug her elbows deep into the top part of my thighs. I could tell she was putting a good amount of her dense, contest ready muscles and resting her weight on them. The point was somewhat intense and excruciating her elbows, but also exhilarating and suddenly brought me back to life after the intense oral sex and I could tell a bit from the expression on her face that this too was a test, to see if I could take her, take her weight, handle what she could dish out with her body and not complain.

I awaited a moment – unsure what to do? Did we kiss – Normally I wouldn't after a blow job like that, but the moment felt so inmate something was lacking –

And still, Mrs. Jones continued to look at me, smiling with her beatific smile.

I went to open my mouth again to say I was sorry...

But there, before I could say anything, she opened her arms up to me and took me into an embrace.  And held me tight.