" What really struck me, however, was her legs, now fully revealed below her shorts." What really struck me, however, was her legs, now fully revealed below her shorts. Her thighs and calves were the biggest I had ever seen on a girl, with a massive, clearly defined muscularity that actually rippled when she walked. She nestled close to me in the car as we drove out of town into the country, finally turning into a narrow dirt road leading into the woods. It ended in a small clearing with just enough room to turn around, and we got out of the car. She put her arm around my shoulders and hugged me to her as she looked around and said, "What a lovely place." With my arm around her waist and my head tucked against her shoulder, I looked up at the strong, smooth curve of her chin and that marvelous, Nordic profile and said softly, "I'd rather look at you." She looked down at me, suddenly serious, and murmured, "Then maybe it's time I gave you a better look." She turned to face me, her eyes locking onto mine, and opened her windbreaker, letting it slide off her shoulders to fall on the grass behind her. My jaw dropped, altough after what she had done to me the night before I probably shouldn't have been surprised. She was wearing only a brief halter that barely concealed her small, firm, breasts and revealed an upper torso that was a veritable symphony of smooth, shapely, powerful muscularity. From her incredibly broad shoulders her deep chest tapered in a wide "V" to a flat, narrow waist with striations of rippling muscle barely visible under the smooth skin of her stomach, and flared hips. Her arms, solidly muscled with base- ball size biceps, seemed almost half again as big as my own. The visual impact was devastating, a combination of physical power and erotic femininity that left me weak kneed and shaky. And something else--vague curdlings in my lower stomach and the telltale throbbing of a budding erection. "My God, Lois!" I gasped, "you're unbelievable!" "I guess," she replied soberly. "I've always been bigger and stronger than most guys. I started working out with Dad's weights when I was nine and got the bug." She hesitated. "Well, what do you think? This is when most guys run for the hills." I came close to her, put a shaking hand lightly on her upper arm and looked up at her. "I think," I said slowly, "that you are the most magnificently beautiful creature I've ever seen! I think any guy who'd run away from you ought to have his genes checked. |