"Most female wrestling tapes I've seen advertised use skinny bimbos with big tits! These women look like they're in great shape."Most female wrestling tapes I've seen advertised use skinny bimbos with big tits! These women look like they're in great shape. Look at the arms on that one!" "I know of a company that makes women wrestling tapes with female bodybuilders, powerlifters, women like that." "Yeah? Do you ever get any tapes of women wrestling men?" she asked. "Sometimes, when it looks like a good match," I said. "You like watching that sort of stuff?" "Well, yeah. Kind of weird, huh?" "Ever think of trying it yourself?" "Yeah, sometimes," I replied, somewhat uncomfortable. "Why?" "Come over to my place. I want to show you something." Her apartment was about the same size as mine. I used the second bedroom in my apartment as an office, but she had turned hers into a gym. There were free weights and a rowing machine, which could be folded up and hung on a wall. The floor was covered with gym mats. "Now you know my secret," Joanne said. She started to step out of her sweatpants. "I'm a bodybuilder, and I like to wrestle, too." She pulled the sweatshirt off over her head and stood there in only bikini pants and a tee shirt. "What do you think?" Joanne asked as she flexed her arms. Joanne's body looked solid. Powerful muscles exploded under her velvety skin as she posed for me. Her flexed biceps looked as large and hard as softballs. Muscles rippled in her thighs, and her calves bulged with power. She pulled up her tee shirt to show off the hard ridges of sinew in her abdomen. The breadth of her shoulders was astounding. In general, she put my own body to shame. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Joanne asked playfully. "Wow!" I finally managed to gasp. "You're incredible!" "Thank you kind sir," Joanne bowed. "The reason I was asking all those questions back at your place was because I haven't been able to get the exercise I need since I moved. |