Food for Thought 
By Howard 



To be honest, it hadn't been the best night of my life. I was pleased when my
sister told me that she had arranged a 'blind date' for me at a local
restaurant and turned up a few minutes to 8pm to meet Beverley. When Bev, as
she liked to be known, walked in I was a little disappointed to say the least!
She was 5' 7" tall with a nice figure but - sorry Bev - damned ugly !

Perhaps because of her lack of looks she was also self conscious and very shy.
She hardly spoke all through the meal and I noticed had gone to great lengths
to cover up her nice body. (ie. long skirt & jumper).

2 hours later the meal was thankfully at an end and I was looking forward to
an early exit. As the bill arrived I reached for my wallet & Bev for her
purse. "Thats ok Bev, I'll pay" I said. "I'll get my share" replied Bev, "I
always do".

Having a bit of a traditional attitude towards men & women I proceeded to put
enough cash on the table to cover the entire meal. "You sexist pig" screamed
Bev planting her elbow firmly on the table in arm wrestling position. "Best of
3 - winner pays". I was shocked & slightly embarrassed as several other people
in the restaurant had seen & heard what was going on. Above all I was keen to
hurry up & get home - alone !

"Ok Bev", I said joining hands with her on the table, "best of 3".

Bev immediately applied pressure to my arm but there was nothing there to
trouble me and with minimal effort I took her arm down to the table. At this
point I felt sorry for her and was just about to suggest leaving when her arm
went back up again for the 2nd match. "Ready" said Bev. Again I applied a
little pressure so as to gently take Bev's hand down but this time she
resisted. Slightly surprised I increased my effort at which point Bev took a
deep breath pushed hard. I nearly died ! It was now requiring almost maximum
effort from me just to hold Bev level. Don't get me wrong - although Bev's
jumper was completely covering her arm, I could see by her face that she was
putting a tremendous amount into her effort. A grim determination was written
all over her determined stare. Also I noticed that her effort had resulted in
veins in the shape of a wishbone appearing on her forhead. I tried to respont
with more effort. Our left hands, which we were also holding, began to squeeze
hard as our right arms started to tremble under the strain. I heard just the
slightest groan from Bev at the same time as she closed her eyes. Suddenly the
power generated against my arm was like nothing I had ever experienced before
and my maximum effort only served to slow down the speed at which my hand
crashed down on the table.

Others looked on in amazment - I was stunned. " Where the hell did that come
from ?" I pleaded. At that point Bev slowly removed her jumper leaving just a
DKNY 'crop top'. Well I was speachless. Having said that this woman had an
ugly face - which she did - the rest was sensational ! Bev had incredibly well
defined, muscular abs and arms that you would die for ! I have never seen
anything like that degree of vascularity on a woman. Even relaxed, her arms
were heavily veined right up the forearms. The biceps were unreal, one thick
vein, each with smaller ones shooting off. "What the hell are those things
going to look like under pressure" I thought. Luckily, I didn't have to wait
long to find out. "Final match" said Bev speaking with a new confidence as she
planted her arm on the table. I now wished that I hadn't ignored Bev all night
as I realised that she was in fact an incredibly exciting woman. Forget the
face - I was aroused like never before.

"Go" I shouted with maximum effort realising that a quick kill was my only
chance. The element of surprise worked (ok - I cheated). Bev hadn't been ready
and I immediately gained ab 45 degree angle. I eased off slightly but locked
my shoulder into position to hold the angle. For you arm wrestlers out there,
you will know that the power required from Bev at this point to survive was
incredible. Because of the angle I had and the use of my shoulder, Bev was
having to exert twice as much effort as me just to stand still.

Bev's face was unbelievable. There was anger at my cheating start and an
incredible concentration of effort. Her face eas a little red with beads of
sweat beginning to form around pronounced blue veins in her forehead.

As I held the advantage quite comfortably due to my leverage, Bev fought like
a tiger. Her bicep was incredibly large and defined with the thick blue vein
almost coming out of it. Her forearm was just a mass of straining muscle,
tendon & vein which began to tremble quite violently. I was in heaven, this
woman was fighting to the death to recover her position, groaning, grunting
and gasping regularly now but she could do nothing. My angle was still holding
and I was expending nothing like the effort requied by Bev. I new I could win
at my will, but by now I was incredibly aroused at the situation. I decided
simply to wait for Bev's bicep to fail.

And gradually Bev faded, fighting every inch of the way. Shortly before
victory, I happened to catch a glimpse of Bev's stomach area and even that was
a mass of contorted muscularity engaged in the battle.

1 inch from defeat and Bev took on last deep, defiant breath and screamed. As
she looked towards the ceiling, veins almost popped out of her neck!

THUD - I won, Bev lost. Yes I had cheated but neither of us cared. As I wiped
sweat off Bev's face I ran my fingers down the full length of her right arm.
Still slightly trembling & exhausted but soon to be unbelievably powerful
again. As I paid the bill Bev asked me if I would like to go back to her place
for coffee and perhaps a rematch without cheating. Ugly face of not, is was
the most tempting invitation I had ever had in my life.