Fun with Sheila Burgess and her Satyr
by Pan
 


Saturday, March 3rd, 2001, 10:30am:

30 minutes until my appointment with Sheila Burgess. I tried to relax.

On the Hotel's cable television, Robin Williams ran through the day-glo pseudo
impressionism of his own heaven. "What Dreams May Come" may not be a very good
film, but the idea of someone experiencing their own private heaven seemed
strangely appropriate. This certainly didn't help me relax one bit. After all,
a guy's first session is something bound for fond remembrance.

25 minutes later, 5 floors up, and somewhat nerved; I rapped on her door. She
asked me to come on in whilst attempting to wrap-up a call on her cellular. I
was 5 minutes early, so it was no matter -fact is, it wouldn't've mattered to
me if I'd arrived on time. Sheila's priorities are well known among session
clients. I knew that the phone would never be a problem. She hastened the call
and gracefully apologized. If she hadn't apologized, I simply wouldn't have
noticed. You see, she answered the door in a short, black, silky robe, opened
to reveal a lemon-white thong bikini. At this point there was, let's say, a
more demanding call to attention.

I've spoken to Sheila via chatroom on many occasions over the last two years,
and the "getting to know you" part of the session seemed effortless. I sat on
the bedside, she removed her robe, and then she casually gave me her small
list of rules. From the get-go it's obvious that Sheila is a consummate
professional. She knows what you want, but'll ask what it is anyhow. I really
liked that. A week prior, she'd said that her weight was around 170lbs, and
she was now stronger than ever. I'm 200lbs and 2 or 3 inches taller than her,
so I couldn't visualize this super-duper fit woman being so close to my
weight, yet so much smaller in stature. Now I've always known that muscle is 3
times heavier than fat, but it couldn't have prepared me for this surprise.
I've seen scores of female bodybuilders photographed in the off-season. Some
of them just look soft and overweight. Sheila is tight all-over. Her muscles
are very big and very round. Her abs aren't defined, though tight as a drum.
Her makeup was tastefully scant; hair, long, vermilion and relaxed. Her arms
were enormous. Her quads swept broadly; gem cut calves, glutes...

Folks, she looked stunning.

I began by massaging her delts and upper-arms with baby oil. This was
something that couldn't wait. I just had to get my hands on those arms!
Sheila's biceps are absolute softballs; thick, round, and dynamic. I had no
tape measure for exact numbers, so I'll guess that they were around 161/2 for
the off-season; luscious and rock-hard; more than a handful. All the while we
chatted about the weekend's ongoings (She did most of the chatting at this
point. I just oohed and ahhed). This made me very comfortable. My nervousness
had nearly vanished. But then I remembered; this was supposed to be a topless
session. I mentioned it and whoosh, off came the top; zero inhibitions,
people. Sheila is thoroughly confident. I was completely lost in curiosity.
There's nothing equal to a powerful woman just towering over your head,
flexing every muscle at your beck and call.

During this worship portion of the session, I asked her to hit one of my
favorite poses: arms outstretched and fully tensed -almost a dual
biceps/triceps flex (her words). With her lats flared, delts swollen, fists
clenched, and ear-to-ear grin, she hit the pose. Sheila spread over my vantage
as a big butterfly. I lost use of language just then, ran my hands all over
her, and wished I'd had another pair just to take it all in. This was a dream
come true.

After some time (and time did it take!), I reached down for her legs. Thick
pillars, I tell you. She wore '3 pumps, and had her quads flexed on-down
through her calves. The first thing that came to mind was...lithic...elegant
strata. The sweep from hip-to-knee has to be somewhere around 35 degrees,
perhaps wider near the bottom of her quads. Also, they seemed to be unmovable;
as if she’d taken root to the floor. This was just the first small
indication of Sheila's strength. She giggled with my amazement. My hands
became my eyes.

I could go on about worship and such, but you'll just have to see Sheila for
yourself to get the full story.

Okay, I was ready to wrestle.

Fact: I know next to nothing about wrestling.

Sheila claims that she's not much of a wrestler, but I knew better. She was
being modest. Time and time again we hear reports of Sheila's wrestling
prowess. I asked her to teach me a thing or two first, and she went at it (all
the while, claiming that she knew very little about wrestling).

Fact: Sheila is more powerful than I'd ever imagined.

So powerful, in fact, that when I tried to tackle flip her, it was like trying
to coax Rodin's "The Thinker" to stand up. I swear, Sheila's armature is cast
bronze, and not bone. She was unbudgeable. Soon after this pencil-necked
nonsense of mine, she made it clear that I was the weakest person in the room.
I suggested we exchange schoolboy pins, and thought I'd do well with this. So
confidently, I straddled atop her, grabbed both of her hands, pinned her to
the mattress, and taunted her to break out of it. Kaboom! She threw me off.
That's 200lbs, and she handled me without a second's effort. What's more, she
hollered "BOOM" each time. We must've tried this 3 or 4 times. Each time, I
applied as much weight and pressure as I could muster...and "BOOM"…I was
hurled back. She smiled the whole time. I was being toyed with. "What'd you
expect?” she scoffed,“ I've benched 325 pounds!" We switched
positions and, by this time, I knew that I'd never break out of it. What do
you know? Zilch. Nothin'. She might as well've been checking her makeup in the
mirror. My head felt like exploding, and she just resisted...almost passively.
That's when Sheila's power was fully realized. I laid agape, completely turned
on by the aspect of her; the relaxed-to-flexed dynamism in her arms,
shoulders, and chest overwhelmed me visually and physically. We wrestled about
for a little while longer. She gave me the squeeze; right across the ribcage,
and I held out until I felt some potential internal damage(!), tapping twice
frantically. The all-important head squeeze followed directly (what a view!).
We broke for some water, a few laughs, and a few breaths.

I could go on about wrestling, but again, you have to experience Sheila for
full disclosure.

We wrapped up the actual session with some calf, back, and even more arm
worship. Sheila can do this thing that Tommie Moreau (sp?) used to do with her
biceps. She flexes, but then cups her fingertips over the deltoids. This
accentuates the peak of her biceps, and the effect is uniquely, sensually
girlish. I was very pleased that she could do it. Not everyone can!

Afterwards, we talked at-length, went to lunch (happening across -jabber at
the elevator, who joined us), and just had a great time. Sheila Burgess is a
big, beautiful woman with a sharp sense of humor, disarming wit, and aglow
with heart. I had a dynamite afternoon, and will enjoy remembering it always.

Here's the quandary: indeed, Sheila is highly recommended for a first time
session, but could a session possibly get better with anyone else? My hunch
is...not a chance.

Sheila, if you're reading this, I'll see you in a year.

My humble regards, Pan