Plane Meeting 7
by musclejoy@yahoo.com
A businessman got to meet a fbb on a plane. Ever since he lived from one experience into another. This is the 7th continuation.


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PLANE 7

Jane was happy. She had helped out this young couple in need with her style of
sexual therapy (Plane 6) and felt really good about her amazing technique.
"Too bad women do not always read the man's mind", she thoughtfully joked.
"Relations would last longer if women took better care of their bodies,
developing and keeping them muscular". I could only acknowledge her statement.
I had the feeling she had something on her mind and here she goes:

"Let's go out tonight, hun. It's been some time since we did!" "Let's check
out how women catch the male attention. I know this club . . . yeah . . .we'll
have some fun".

It had been awhile since I had been in a club but I realized that being in
Jane's company it would be momentous and exciting as events usually are with
Jane.

She said it might take her extra time to get ready so when I went to pick her
up I expected something new from her. When her door swung open, here was this
smashing female in my presence. She had no make-up only - pure muscle!!! She
had on a one-piece black, almost transparent dress that fit very tightly over
her pumped body. She looked amazing!!! The top of her left deltoid was bare
and a deep cleavage denuded only part of her extreme firm breasts. Braless, of
course, her nipples pinched half an inch through the extremely light material.
She felt so proud she jutted her upper body forward causing her breasts to
stand out even more. The material was so thin that you could see small
branches of veins running around her distinctly ripped, six-pack abs! The
dress was low cut under the armpits allowing her lats to fly out massively and
the back was completely nude displaying her monstrous slabs of beefy muscle.

A thin golden chain delicately rested on her massive pectoral mountain range
of dense muscle. At the end was a tiny, glittering diamond hanging loosely
like off a cliff in the large exposed valley between her amazing breasts.

She had oiled her entire body and clearly she had been pumping weights for the
last half hour to achieve a great pump. I stood in awe of her muscular
presence. Jane immediately noticed my instant hard-on and as she moved closer
to me she gently moved the palm of her hand on my steel pole. "Take it easy,
hun, the night is young". My erection seemed cemented forever. Boy was I
ready. I didn't want to do anything but go back in her apartment but we headed
out down the hall to the elevator.

At the time she was driving an old Willis Jeep. I always loved to watch her
drive her Jeep as it had no power steering, which makes steering a real labor
and secondly the floor gearbox is a real fight to handle. So having her drive
I would be free to admire her arms handle the shifting and her amazing
pectoral display as she battled the steering wheel. I loved to hold her
shifting bicep and triceps as they alternately bulged out. My erection matched
the Jeep speeding up especially when her bicep hit a ballooning steel hard
shape curling her thick vein through her velvety skin when she pulled the
stick back in 4th gear.

When we arrived at the club she presented her arm to me to take. I hooked my
hand at the inside of her elbow. But soon I had my hand on her bicep, which
had become standard procedure. She curled her wrist up and a steel hard bicep
emerged my thumb searching for that marvelous thick vein. My erection again
quickly rose as we walked. We didn't talk just enjoyed the exchange of
sensation. I squeezed my open hand over that soft skin extremely stretched
over her stone hard baseball sized bicep and she responded by tensing it up
even harder. My hard-on was making a tent of my pants and I loved it.

We walked to the door of the nightclub where a bouncer had just allowed in a
young couple without paying much attention. But as we approached the
well-built guy stood up from his 3-legged stool and positioned himself so that
he was blocking half of the doorway and gripped the railing on the other side
of the doorway and said, "You're not getting in. We don't want any trouble
makers in here and you look like trouble", clearly showing his disdain towards
Jane. She didn't respond right away but stood immobile confronting the human
barrier. Jane calmly extended her arm and firmly grasped the bouncer's wrist.
Her fine fingers pressed in as I saw her fingers turn white then very easily
as if her arm was hydraulic, pulled his hand loose from the railing. She said,
"Why don't you make a fist, be a man and show me how determined you are". The
man's anger raged from this unexpected move. Still in Jane's grip he curled
his fingers into a boxing fist. His knuckles seemed firm and hard but with an
unstoppable motion, Jane pulled the balled fist toward her pecs. In full
control she pushed the man's fist into her massively muscled pecs. Slowly but
with a continuous movement the knuckles crunched and cracked against her
rock-hard pecs. Hoping to rescue himself from this situation, he balled his
other fist and fully hammered into her abdominal section. The hit was violent.
Obviously he was a trained boxer. But Jane didn't even budge due to the
outrageous abdominal ridges that she had flexed. After the impact, the man
whipped back his arm like lightning shaking as if it was on fire. Jane's abs
were blown up with waves of muscle bulging through her dress.

Meanwhile Jane continued the pressure on his other fist. Soon he was on his
knees writhing with pain and then I heard a crack as Jane released her grip.
With an extreme grimace on his face he pulled back and retreated to his stool.
Again Jane approached the man. I was standing just behind Jane as she placed
her hands on her hips and pumped up to perform a lat spread. Shoulders spread
like an eagle unfolding its wings, her lats literally exploded widely through
her the deep cuts under her armpits and made a huge V down sharply to her
narrow waist. I couldn't resist and I reached out and placed my hands on this
beefy muscular mass - traps bulging out high out over the mountainous back
muscles. My dick was rock hard as I tried unsuccessfully to squeeze in the
dense lat muscles.

The bouncer pulled back as much as he could and leaned up against the wall.
Jane reached out and grasped one of the legs of the stool. She firmed up her
grip a few seconds pumping up her forearm and allowing her huge bicep belly
swell to a monstrous steel glistening ball, veins as thick as cords bursting
through her thin skin. I don't know how she had such strength, but the stool
with the bouncer started to rise from the floor with her one amazing arm. Her
arm seemed to get even fuller as her muscles and veins were pumping up to
gigantic proportions. I was absolutely stunned and the man totally overwhelmed
by this muscular display seemed to give himself over to his conqueror. His
glazed eyes were locked on her now football sized bicep then moved over to her
deltoids and pectorals and back to the bicep. He was mesmerized. Now I noticed
a standing erection stretching in his pants up to his belt, a liquid pattern
oozing through. Jane had made him cum without him even touching himself. He
bent over onto her arm feeling it with his hands as much as he could still not
believing what had just happened.

"I think we made our way in", Jane exhaled as we made our way into the club.

The place was already quite crowded. Looking for a table we had to squeeze
through a crowd of people. I trailed Jane as she easily moved a space for her
wide muscular frame. It was like I was just sucked in behind her. A number of
people noticed her and their look remained glued on her body but Jane didn't
bother. "Let's move over there. See that table with the guy and three girls"?
As we made our way to the table I noticed that the guy looked like a
bodybuilder. Having three girls in his company he proudly had his arms
uncovered in an undersized t-shirt.

"Can't have this seat, lady muscle", he said. "I got some more of my personal
women joining me". The girls burst out in laughter. But Jane sat right down
anyway right next to the muscle guy. She put her thick vascular arm on the
table. "Well, I'm afraid they will have to squeeze in between the two of us.
Take it or leave it"! The guy was surprised by Jane's assertiveness. "Who are
you trying to impress, musclechick", he growled. "You can call me muscle but
you better drop the chic, pal", Jane said.

"I hate you cocky musclewomen", he said. "Tell you what. Let's arm wrestle . .
. the loser leaves".

"Have it your way beef boy", Jane joked back. She instantly seated herself
sideways and pointed her arm straight up. Her fingers were all pointed
straight up, nails polished crying red. The belly of her bicep was relaxed on
the table and the flashing spotlights made for a dangerous freezing image.
Even with the bicep relaxed it sure radiated hidden power. A deep blue vein
was visible on the resting tanned mass disappearing under the elbow and
branching up along the upper arm towards the wrist. Teasingly, she twisted her
wrist just enough to swell and roll her bicep into her incredible bulge still
hard and pumped from her exercise at the door. I could also still see the
amazing split in her bicep. The guy's eyes hit this muscular sight and I could
sense the gasping in his mind. His girlfriends looked a little nervous but
they started to cheer him on. His ego would not let him escape this situation.
He figured he should try to get some advantage and finally place his elbow
next to hers. So even before they counted down, he violently slammed his open
hand in hers, hoping to gain some advantage. But Jane's arm didn't budge at
all. Her entire arm seemed frozen like a concrete dam. The already balled
shape of her bicep glistened and the system of veins pushed to the surface.
The bigger vein clearly pulsed as blood rushed through the upper arm and
seemed welded on her skin. The guy's eyes looked shocked with fear at this
monstrous display.

Their hands were now firmly locked. The witnessing women cheered out loud and
in a desperate attempt he let loose all of the power his arm could muster.
Jane nodded nonchalantly in my direction and winked at me. The dancing
spotlights danced off of her spherical delt and huge hunks of muscle flared
up. Jane again faced her rival then glancing over the side of table announced
to his girlfriends, "your buddy here has a nice muscle bulging down there too
ladies, motioning to his crotch". The cheering dropped instantly and anger
appeared on their faces.

Slowly she curled her fingers over his hand. Only her ring and middle finger
remained pointed straight up. This caused her bicep to harden into a steel
almost football sized shape. Her lat emerged as a steep hanging rock, bulking
out down to her waist. Her shinny, glistening delt expanded into ripped chunk
of beef and her traps bundled up to massive mountains. Without a shiver she
steadily moved the muscle guy's arm hydraulically down. Holding her upper arm
horizontally steady about an inch above the table she threw a smile at her
opponent. Her extended fingers floated just above the surface of the table.
Then she curled all of her fingers around his hand. Her bicep contracted even
more in an extreme dense iron sphere with veins looking like metal threads.
Her delt exploded into a steel-like shield. My own erection was straight up
pushing against the rim of the table. I retracted myself to the back of the
booth to obtain some relief and there I could see the tenting pants of the
poor arm wrestler. "Look carefully at my bicep muscleboy, and I'll squeeze
every drop of cum through your penis", said Jane as she increased the
pressure, biceps still hardening, if that was possible. The man remained glued
on her bicep and his face crumbled under the pain. His penis wiggled up
through his pants and suddenly cum spurted and flowed up over his pants in an
uncontrollable flood. The girls were furious, not knowing how to behave seeing
their hero being defeated easily by this female.

Jane looked at me, reached her hand out to my bulge and rubbed it gently with
the knuckles of her fist. "Let's go for a dance". The music was soft and slow
and lights were dimmed. I led my queen out to the dance floor. We stopped and
faced each other. Jane immediately put her hands on my waist and my arms went
to rest on her upper arms, my hands and fingers fully digging around the
voluminous biceps. Her grip tensed instantly and she flexed her biceps hard.
Her pectorals sent a wave through the massive muscles and I was raging hard
again. I wanted to squeeze her close but Jane kept me in her hold about 6
inches away. "I love to watch your bulging penis, hun, starring down to my
pole. Jane had asked me not to wear briefs anymore. My rod pushed against my
pants and I could see her hard nipples piercing through her dress. She began
rubbing up against me pushing her nipples against my chest then moving away
then doing it again, five or six times. She was looking eagerly down at the
result of her foreplay, my raging hard-on. This game went on for minutes and
we both were becoming extremely turned on. Towards the end of the music she
had driven me into a dark corner where we were away from the crowd. She jammed
her densely muscled thigh between my legs. My legs pressed around this bulging
beef making my penis shake like a wild beast forcing it between her massive
thighs. She gently increased the pressure of her thighs on my crotch and she
whispered, "I'm going to cum, let's cum together". We both exploded in a quiet
but violent orgasm squeezing each other as my "cum" and her juices flowed down
our legs. Wow, I was totally spent.

It took me awhile to recollect myself in the restroom. After about 10 minutes,
I managed to go back and look for Jane. I noticed that the atmosphere on the
dance floor was different. Music was now fast and loud. People seemed to be
concentrated in a large group in the center. It surprised me even more when I
noticed that the women were not taking part in what looked like a concentrated
dancing mass. Their faces seemed unhappy, some looked shocked and disgusted.
As I got closer to the center of the activity I saw that all of them were men.
Finally I noticed what was attracting them. In the middle of this mass of male
was Jane performing a mixture of exotic dance and wild bodybuilding posing.
The beat of the music was increasing and as it did she managed to increase her
massive display of female muscle development and her muscle size seemed to
increase with more flexing and grinding. Every pose was like a "most-
muscular" and with every beat Jane was accentuating the hardness in all of the
fibers of her muscles. The spotlight was on her showing her body moist with
sweat becoming extremely pumped. My hard-on was immediate even though we had
just made love a few minutes ago. The other men were being driven nuts. They
all looked trapped in this captivating sight - all of the pants were tented
with wet spots. From time to time Jane would move close to one of the guys and
would pump up her bicep or other muscles. Continuously repeating in time to
the beat, she would focus on a guy and display her bicep in front of his nose.
She would pump and re-pump. Then she would kneel down as the man could crumble
to his knees and finally milking him down until he came in his pants like an
uncontrollable volcano. Jane proceeded to go from man to man. Belts were
snapping loose, rods erupting like iron light posts and cum was running on the
dance floor. It was a "muscle, sexual orgy". Finally Jane saw me and headed
her act towards me. She heaved up both her enormous mass-muscled arms tensing
her abs through her extremely stretched see-through dress. Beat by beat a
perfect outline of her six-pack appeared to the last tiny vein. Abs buckled
out outrageously and iron hard. Then she clenched her right fist and smashed
it quickly and sharply into her abs. A hollow massive dull noise clearly
erupted like a boxer hitting a big punching bag. My rod was fully erect,
stretching my belt so far that the needle of my belt sheared through the
leather. Jane continued dancing from one guy to another. After about 30
minutes all the men were down, crawling, exhausted on their knees, moaning and
gasping. Only women remained standing. Some looked on with disbelief, others
were crying reacting to the actions of their men to Jane and some looked a
little jealous of this massively muscular woman who had turned their men into
sexual slaves.

Jane remained peaceful but breathing hard and was standing in the middle of
the floor contemplating the accomplishment and clearly enjoying it! Her dress
showed wet spots just above the hem of her dress and fluids were descending
down her totally exposed thighs.

With a confident, triumphant smile, she looked down at the ladies, who gazed
upon her with puzzlement and wonder. "What a night!!!"

"Come on hun, let's go home. I'm still horny!!"