The Mountain Competition




Sitting in the ski lodge taking a break from a wonderful ski trip, my friends
and I watched people as they came in and out. We were talking about our
adventure on the slopes that day and enjoying the company of our group and
other individuals in the dining area.

Then SHE walked into view.

She was standing on the ski deck just outside the window near our table
brushing the sparkling snow-flakes from her blond hair. I will never forget
her outfit. A very large ski jacket stuffed to the max with inner filling.

WRONG!

She walked inside the lodge and headed for the coat rack. All of us were
watching with, shall I say, sexual interest. Slowly and methodically, she
peeled the wet coat from her hidden torso. The stuffed jacket was actually a
very small wind breaker filled by her massive muscles. The tight shirt she was
wearing outlined every inch of pure muscle power in her incredible looking
body. She slowly looked around the room and we made eye contact. I was in
total shock of her exquisite physique and I quickly looked away. I did not
want to seem like I was afraid. I looked back to try to catch another glimpse
of her magnificent body and she was nowhere in the room.

I decided to grab a snack from the snack bar. A cold refreshing beverage was
needed since my blood-pressure was starting to boil. I choose water bottle
from the cooler and as I was shutting the door, someone tapped me on the
shoulder. I turned around and there she was.

"Hi," she says, "I'm Tiffani."

She was three to four inches taller and wider than I am - and speaking to me!

I submittingly say, "I'm Bob. Uhh, you look incredible."

A glowing smile adorns her face as she says, "We are looking for people to
help set up a stage for the competition tomorrow. Would you be willing to
help. It will be about two hours of work and you will be paid about $15 an
hour."

"Sure," I say with a curious look on my face. "May I ask for what
competition?"

She says, "Banners will be posted tomorrow about the competition. We do not
want to draw too much attention. This will be a small environment and we want
to keep it that way. Please follow me to the ski repair center. That's where
we have the sign up forms and the other information."

I respond, "Great! When will the work start?"

"In about two hours from now, they will begin the preparations. Once everyone
arrives they will assign you a specific job."

We put on our coats and went outside the lodge and down a path to the ski
repair center. It was starting to rain so, she pulled an umbrella from her
bag. When she opened the umbrella, the muscles flexed in her arm and I simply
fainted. Yes - I fainted.

I woke up on a cot in the ski repair shop. Tiffani began asking if I was
alright. Still groggy from the unfortunate mishap, I say, "I am feeling much
better now, thanks."

"You should be more confident in yourself," she says. "I believe we could make
a great couple."

"What?" I respond.

"Let's have dinner, just the two of us. There is a pizza restaurant just
behind the gym on 9th street. Meet me there after the stage has been set up."

I went back to the lodge and told my friends I would see them at the hotel
later that night. I was going to help set up the stage for whatever
competition was to be held tomorrow and earn my slope fees for tomorrow. Since
everyone knew I needed the money, they agreed to meet me back at the hotel
that night.

After setting up the stage for the event ...

I walk into the restaurant. There are muscular women all around the bar!
Feeling quite small and inadequate, I order a beer from the bartender. I over
heard the women talking, "what is his deal?" I hear Tiffani speak, "He's with
me." The place gets quiet and Tiffani forcefully instructs me to follow. I, of
course, comply.

We head into the back of the gym and she starts taking off her outer layer of
clothes. "Whoa," I say. "What are you doing?"

"My first dates are always workouts," she says. "Did I mention that earlier?"

I am an athlete but not a gym rat, so, I am feeling VERY uncomfortable in the
situation. "I say, please just let me watch you. The way your muscles move
when flexing is very stimulating."

She says, "Ok" and proceeds to work out her arms.

I must have been looking at her in a sexual way or made a sexual comment
because she then starting making gestures and grunts with her curls and arm
extensions.

Then, out of the blue, she says, "I'm married ya know."

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, I say, "Oh my, I am not usually like this and need
to leave now. I am very sorry for being here. I was so intrigued by your
incredible physique, I don't know what I was thinking. Thank you for the
afternoon. Good luck with your training. What am I saying, look at you - you
don't need luck. You are awesome. Good luck."

The next day...

Our ski group hit the slopes for another day of skiing and fun. No one was
allowed in the lower section of the lodge because of the mystery competition.
We thought it was ski related and didn't think it would be anything else.
After skiing for a couple of hours, we came in for a break and refreshments. A
sign in the lobby revealed all.

"Female Bodybuilding Championships Lower Lodge @ Noon."

All of my friends wanted to go for the show and heckle the contestants. They
had no idea I have a secret desire for muscular women. So we went...

The competition was fierce and really entertaining. The competition was geared
to promote the sport and gain some enthusiasm. My friends actually enjoyed the
women and the show. The final presentation was to be held the next day. No
announcements were made the first day of the competition and the awards were
to be presented the next day.

I was disappointed. I never say Tiffani nor do I know who won. We were a
little late and i thought I might have missed her competing.

The announcement...

We came at the very last minute and had to sit in the very back. Little did we
know that the action was just about to get started.

All of the contestants were entering the stage. All of them were wearing their
hair back in buns and black bikini's. There were no weight classes and
everyone was competing in a large group (there were only 6 women in the
competition).

The announcement came over the loud speaker, "and the winner is [squeal]." The
system broke. The crowd covered their ears and started running toward the
exits. The system would not shut off. The women went running backstage and
chaos ensued.

Who won, I was thinking. I just sat there, my ears were hurting but I wanted
to know who won. The PA system finally stopped and I looked around. Everyone
was leaving. My friends had gone and I was the only person actually sitting
down.

I stood up and walked to the front of the lodge. I asked the stage crew
manager, "Who Won?" They said a girl named Ali. I was disappointed because I
thought her muscles were small but was she ever ripped.

All of a sudden the stage started to collapse! We started running out the door
and ended up behind the lodge. The women were standing there, looking pretty
upset - and pissed. I felt like I was in trouble. They started walking toward
the upper lodge and I just sat there and watched. Muscular women wearing
bikini's walking in the snow - what a sight!

Out of the blue Tiffani appeared. She jumped in front of me and said, "Hi
there" in a flirtatious manner.

The police drove up and escorted everyone to a safe location near the upper
lodge. We were standing off to the side of the building and I turned to
Tiffani to ask why she did not compete. Her reply, "I was not allowed in the
competition. It is held every six months and I have won the last four. They
wanted to have another champion. Plus, I am going to retire soon and want to
settle down with a husband."

"I thought you were married," I said.

"I mislead you last night. It's easier for the men I find attractive to leave
if they know I am married. Just like you left last night."

One of the other bodybuilders spoke and said, "you two look good together, are
you dating?"

Tiffani responded, "We are now - right."

"YES! I say with enthusiasm. Do you want to get some pizza," I asked.

"No," she says with a smirk on her face and bicep flexing. "I want to show you
what I can really do in the gym."

I had no idea she owned the gym and that's where she lived. Needless to say,
my afternoon and early evening was humbling. She flexed all afternoon and what
a body!