THE MEETING
By fbbfan3k, fbbfan3k@yahoo.com
My first live meeting with a bodybuilder in the most unexpected circumstances


Note: This is based on a partially true incident with some stuff jazzed up by
my overactive imagination .I am not, nor aspiring to be, a regular writer. I
read stories over this site regularly and just wanted to add my own
contribution. Hope you all enjoy.

P.S Though I won’t be putting any explicit sexual references, People who are
considered illegal to access adult material (by virtue of age or rules) please
do not read this story. I don’t want trouble-for you or for me.

"Wake up lazybones they’ll be here any minute!" screamed my mother from below
the stairs. I kick my blanket off and replied groggily "Tell them I’m asleep-
they can come tomorrow if they please". Pat comes the reply "Don’t be
stupid-Get up and get ready". I groan loudly and think to myself who on earth
came up with this stupid idea of meeting people on a Sunday morning,
especially complete strangers? It happens only to me. I smile wryly and head
to the bathroom to get ready.

First a little about myself- I’m 27 years old and a doctor by profession. As a
result of my initial dedication to my profession, I never fell in love with
anyone seriously enough to consider marriage. Now with my education complete
and a stable (and well paying) job in a hospital my parents were beginning to
worry about the family tree ending with my generation. So we had a different
set of people, varying from distant cousins to complete strangers, coming in
to visit on an almost daily basis with their daughters, hoping I get hooked
and approve my marriage. But I had my own list for what I wanted in my future
wife. I had a secret desire for a muscular women (thanks to the internet) and
was hoping I can find a reasonably physically well built if not an absolute
bodybuilder type of girl- but I had no luck in that department. I didn’t tell
my parents lest they freak out but I kept my eyes open- waiting and hoping for
the one to walk in.

Anyway, back to the present - after waking up I head for the bathroom with my
eyes half open. I splash cold water over my face and this snaps we awake. I
stare at my self in the mirror-Broad frame with rugged good looks. No fat
anywhere but there wasn’t any muscle to boast about either. Had thought about
going to a gym to build some mass

but my schedule just wouldn’t permit it. I just stared at the mirror for some
time, wondering why my only simple plain criteria for finding a girl could not
be met- I wanted only half of what I saw in the pictures but all I got to see
were either too fat or too thin. Another scream from my mother brought me back
to reality and I quickly got dressed, with a silent prayer in my mind and
desire in my heart.

Just as I am done getting dressed the door bell rings-the girl and her family
is here. I run down the stairs and open the door. A couple of people enter and
there are introductions all around. I look around for the girl but she is
nowhere to be seen. I’m told that she is parking the car and will be with us
shortly. We all proceed to the living room. My parents mingle and chat with
the guests while I just go and sit on the sofa, waiting patiently. Finally,
the girl walks in through the door and I get my first look at her. She’s a
couple of inches shorter than me, and maybe a couple of shades of skin darker.
But she has a thick neck, so I got my hopes up a bit. She’s wearing this long
overcoat so I can’t see her entire body. She comes up and sits next to me,
still wearing her overcoat. We begin to engage in formal conversation .She was
a physiotherapist by profession and was a competitor in basketball and
handball in the not too recent past. She had to quit because of career
considerations. Now my hopes were at their peak. I couldn’t expect to find a
better opportunity to find the one I wanted. Add to that she was intelligent
and witty. I just had to know her better. Suddenly my mother says "Why don’t
the two of you go on and talk upstairs. She’ll get to see the house and we
old-timers can have a peaceful conversation" Yes! Exactly what I wanted!

I lead her up the stairs and into my room. I bring two chairs to the centre of
the room and motion her to sit. She does, but the overcoat is still on with no
sign of it coming off. I hide my disappointment and sit down right opposite
her. We have a nice discussion about the future, our careers and hobbies.
Suddenly at one point she asks me "Do you go to the gym to work out?" I see
light at the end of the tunnel and reply in the negative, explaining that I
couldn’t find the time to commit myself and then put the same question back to
her to which she replied "I used to and now I intend to start again". My heart
skipped a beat and I was getting excited in some areas. Prodding her on she
told me that she used to be extremely thin in her days and on the advice of
her coach took up bodybuilding. She liked it so much that she got hooked onto
it. She stopped because she couldn’t devote enough time (2 hours a day) to
further her muscle mass, but went on to add that her muscle mass wasn’t
affected by this break. She then went on to quote her weight training stats.
Halfway through listening to her I went numb all over- she was an actual
female bodybuilder. I was hanging on to contain my excitement -physically and
mentally. Finally she got up and removed her overcoat. She was wearing a short
skirt and a white blouse. Her legs were as wide as tree trunks and her arms
like their stoutest branches. Her forearms were also thick. I quickly and
abruptly ran into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face-it was too
much for me to take.

When I finally went back she was sitting there waiting anxiously. "Are you
OK?" she asked "Yeah-Something went into my nose and that’s why I ran" I
replied. I wasn’t going to tell her -not yet atleast. After hearing my reply
she visibly relaxed and we continued our conversation. She told me she was
glad that I didn’t freak out after seeing her like most guys did. She said
they thought that a muscular female is uncool- if she only knew my thoughts.
Throughout the entire conversation I observed her closely, she was as thick as
a wall, but no real definition to speak about. I decided to test her strength
without actually telling her about it. "I don’t believe that you are as strong
as you say you are, atleast you don’t look that way" I said, hoping to
instigate her to do something she wouldn’t normally do in front of a complete
stranger. She said "Ok" and walked upto my desk. She picked up a pen and put
it in her left hand.:Watch this" she said .Suddenly she closed her fist and
tensed her arm- the pen shattered into a million pieces ! "And this is my non
dominant hand" she said. My feelings were returning again but I decided to
press on.I told her to armwrestle me to really prove her strength. She
hesitated but finally agreed. We agreed on a best 2 out of 3 contest with
hands alternating in each round.She beat me fair and square in all 3 rounds,
but the victory for me was in feeling her power, and believe me she had loads
of it. At the end of it she gave me a wry but somewhat seductive smile. She
was figuring out that I wasn’t afraid of her muscles.

A few minutes later there was a call from downstairs. Time to go. She put her
overcoat back on and I led her back down the stairs. Her parents were already
ready to leave. We said our customary good byes. Finally I walked upto her and
shook her hand (just to feel her power once more) and said I hoped to meet her
again sometime soon.She squeezed my hand,smiled said "you bet" and walked out
the door. I watched her drive away eagerly anticipating our next meeting and
the possibility of spending the rest of my life with her.

That day I must have used more cold water than I have in my entire life. And
this was only the first meeting...........