Grace - my amazing new secretary
By the Calf Lover - Calffan@hotmal.com
A legman hires the secretary of his dreams


Grace had just left my office after our "meeting" and I was spent. "Grace,
please hold all of my calls for the rest of the day", I said as I zipped up my
pants. She's been my secretary for about 6 months now and it's been pure
heaven. Grace and I have a special "arrangement" if you will. I've always had
a thing for women with muscular legs and Grace is a legman's dream come true.
      She is 29 years old and of Chinese ancestry. She's about 5'2" with long jet
black hair that hangs just past her broad shoulders and some of the darkest
brown eyes I've ever seen. She has pouty lips and a smile that could light up
a dark room. She has a really solid build, with absolutely perfect boobs and
an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. But it's those legs which always
make me weak in the knees. Grace has 18-inch, razor-cut calves and obscenely
large thighs. Her quads measure just over 26". This woman sure knows how to
use her legs to her advantage, something I found out soon after she began
working here. I still don't know exactly who's in charge here anymore. I'm 32
years old, single and a corporate attorney with my own private practice. We
just finished expanding our client base. I have two partners and we each
decided to hire our own secretaries. Enter Grace. 
      As soon as she entered the room, I knew there was something different about 
her, but couldn't put my finger on it. She had on a navy blue business suit and 2-inch 
black pumps. When she walked in, I could have sworn her trousers were a bit tight 
around her thighs and calves, but just chalked it up to the humid weather, since it
was mid-August. Her shoulders also seemed broader than most women her size.
After about 20 minutes, I thought she was definitely qualified and offered her
the job. She accepted and we shook on it. She had the strongest grip I've ever
felt, but I quickly dismissed it and tightened my grip. She smiled and thanked
me for the opportunity and bent down to pick up her purse. I took the
chance to shake the circulation back in my crushed right hand. "See you
Monday, Mr. Stevens", she said. "Please call me Jim, Grace. We run a really
informal office here, it helps pass the time", I said. "Will do, Jim. Thanks
again". As she walked to the door, I caught a quick peek at her backside,
which looked fantastic. With her lush hips, that ass was hypnotic. Before
leaving, she stopped short and asked if I would help her with her car. "Sure
Grace, where are you parked?" "On sub-level 2, I didn't realize the entrance
off the street was so far below, I didn't want to be late for the interview.
Besides, I don't mind the walk, it keeps me in shape." We reached her car, but
I couldn't pass up the segue..."If you don't mind my saying...if I'm not
being too forward, you look like you're in fantastic shape. You must work out
a lot." "I don't mind, Jim and yes, I do work out quite a bit. I took ballet
for years and was on the gymnastic team from Junior High through college, so I
guess that's where I got most of my foundation. My friends think I got my
build from my mother, since she was always in fantastic shape. Some guys
aren't into the look and some are. What is your position on athletic women,
Jim? Do you like the buff look?" "I do, Grace. I've always liked it. I'm not
sure where it came from, but I've always pretty-much kept it to myself. When I
would hang out with my friends, I wouldn't say anything when a muscular woman
walked by, since my buddies weren't into the muscular look." "You look like
you're in pretty good shape yourself Jim, I assume you work out also." "Not as
much as I'd like, with the office expansion and all, but I manage to get in
the gym about twice a week. I'll be able to pick it up once things settle down." 
"Maybe we can work out together one of these days, or you could come by
my place. I've got a ton of equipment at home. My roommates and I chipped in
on a set about 6 months ago and it's great. I can workout whenever the mood
hits me, so it's pretty cool. Oh, I'm sorry Jim, I didn't mean to be so
forward, it's just I don't meet many guys who can handle strong women. I guess
I got ahead of myself. No strings, with you being my new boss and all." "No
problem, that would be pretty cool, Grace. What did you need help with by the
way? "It's the roof rack on top of my truck. As you can see, I had one of the
guys at the store strap down the package, but it shifted while I was driving.
I picked it up while I was in the area. I was so early, I figured I'd kill two
birds with one stone and bought it. I'm just too short. I can't reach the
strap when I step on the door sill." While Grace was standing on the
driver's-side sill, she went up on her toes and my earlier suspicions were confirmed. 
Through her slacks, I could make out her huge calves, which stretched them almost 
to the breaking point. I must have been in a trance or something, because the next 
thing I heard was Grace asking me if was all right. 
      "I'm sorry Grace I'll retie the straps for you." It took about 2 minutes and I
was done. "Thank you, Jim. I appreciate the help", she said as we shook hands
again. There was that smile again, though she didn't squeeze as hard this
time. She hopped in and drove off. When I regained my senses, I realized what
she was smiling about. I had a huge boner in my shorts. Come to think of it, I
was standing when we shook in my office...

It was finally Monday morning and I got to the office a bit earlier than
usual. I couldn't shake the image of Grace's calves and her iron grip. Part of
me hoped she would wear a skirt to work her first day so I could know for sure
I wasn't crazy. She walked in and was wearing slacks. So much for my hopes....
"Good morning Jim, how was your weekend?" "It was pretty good and yours?" 
"Not bad, my roommates and I went down to the Jersey shore and took in
some sun. I can't believe summer's almost over." She settled in to her desk
and didn't need any instruction on how to work the phones or office PC and was
up and running in no time. She was a natural. She was fine as hell,?? but at
least she's competent, I thought to myself. There were no legal pads in the
desk, so I directed Grace to the supply closet, where we kept all of our
office products. The pads were a bit higher than I thought which required
Grace to go up on her toes to reach it. There they were again, in all their
magnificent glory. I could see the closet from my desk when my office door was
open and even from that distance, I could tell her calves (and thighs) were
packed with muscle. I could also make out the hardness of her hamstrings from
behind while she was up on her toes. This time, I managed to compose myself
though. She turned and gave me a wry smile, sort of "caught you looking" and
sauntered over to her desk. While she walked, I could make out her calves
pushing out the slacks on each side of her shins. My hard-on was back again.
Thankfully, I was sitting down. I just had to see those legs.

It was about 6:00pm on Thursday and I was leaving for the day. My partners had
already left an hour earlier, so it was just Grace and I in the office. "I'm
heading home Jim, do you have any plans for the evening?" "Nothing really,
just going to stop off at the gym before heading home. Things are settling
down, especially with you here, Grace." "I'm glad to help, Jim. I really enjoy
working here. I think this is a great fit for me. I'm going to work out as
well, would you like to go together to the gym, or back at my place?" Of
course, my other head was already screaming "YES", but I didn't want to seem
too eager. "Sure, that sounds good. I'll follow you in my car." We got to
Grace's place and I was immediately impressed. "Do you mind if we take the
stairs? I love the pump it gives my calves" "Not at all, I take the steps at
the office as well." If I thought her subtle calf flexes at the office were
something, watching Grace ascend the stairs was out of this world. She still
had her office attire on and I just stared as her calves assaulted her slacks,
the muscle exploding on the sides of her shins. They looked like Spandex pants
every time she took a step up. I lagged about 4 steps behind, so her calves
stayed at eye-level. It was pure heaven. From behind, I could even make out
cuts in the back of those giant calves through her pants. We got to the 5th
floor (I wasn't winded at all, at least not from the stairs) and Grace stopped
and bent over. "God, I just love that", she said as she bent over and kneaded
the muscles in her calves, first the left and then the right. Her small hands
looked strange, as they clearly couldn't make it around her big legs, which I
could really make out through her pants. "Wow" I thought to myself. It was
hard fighting back my impulse to explode all over myself right there. "C'mon
Jim, my place is right down on the left." I followed, like an obedient dog, as
Grace floated down the 20-foot hallway to her condo, high on her toes, calves
bulging and her bowling ball glutes dancing as if music was playing. Grace led
me to the guest bathroom so I could change while she changed as well. I
finished and waited on the sofa for Grace to come out. There were 3 bedrooms
in their condo and the extra room was where they worked out. "Now, I'll get to
see those calves", I thought to myself. "Ready Jim?" Grace said as she
appeared from the back of the apartment. She had on a pair of body-hugging
Spandex pants and an oversized sweatshirt, but I was able to see how large and
shapely her calves were. "My god", I thought to myself. I had on tighter
briefs, to help me conceal my erection, but I wasn't sure how long they would
be able to help with Grace around. "Jim, I'm going to work my legs today. It's
been a couple of weeks since I worked em'. Feel free to work whatever body
part you like. Our equipment is pretty extensive." And it was, the room was
really large, probably the master bedroom and there was an impressive set of
weights. I figured I'd start working my chest, since I was looking to add some
more size to my pecs. I wasn't trying to be a hero, so I loaded about 50 lbs
and started my reps. Grace loaded the leg press machine with what looked like
450 lbs and starting pumping away. "It was probably 150 lbs, I'll need to
adjust my contact prescription", I thought as Grace continued to pump away.
After 2 sets of about 15 reps, Grace stepped off the machine and lowered the lock on
the machine. Now there was no mistaking how heavy the weight was. She stopped 
at 650 lbs and looked over to me and just smiled. By now, I'd moved over to the bench
and was working with about 175 lbs, stealing occasional glances at Grace's thighs
as she brought the weights up. After another 2 sets of 25 reps, she stepped off
and stretched her legs, shaking her quads hard and snapping the muscle back
into place. So much for the briefs; I hoped I didn't have to stand up. She then
moved over to the seated calf raise machine and loaded 300 lbs. As she steadied
herself in the seat, her calves bubbled and bulged, stretching her Spandex
unmercifully. As she started her motion, her calves exploded with muscle in all
directions. I could also make out a very defined slit forming on the outside of
her shin. I'd moved on to the overhead press apparatus by then, but was
situated behind Grace and the backs of those beautiful calves. She completed 3
sets of 15 reps and added another 200 lbs. to the weight and began again.
After the first set, she looked back at me and smiled. "Just checking your
progress Jim, how do you like our equipment?" "Very nice setup you've got here
Grace, I could use this equipment in my basement. It would definitely save me
some time." "But then you wouldn't have to come over and work out with me,"
she said. "Oh, I'd find a way", I thought to myself. After about an hour, I
finished up my exercises, as did Grace. Amazingly, she did 4 sets of 20 reps with
500 lbs on the seated calf machine. We both went through our final stretching
routine before I headed home. When Grace was done stretching her legs, she
reached down and kneaded her calves again. "God, they're so tight, I could
really use a massage. Jim, would you mind?" My heart started to race. "Sure
Grace, I think I can help out". She directed me over to the sofa and stood
right in front of me, placing her hands on my shoulders. "I bet you've been
waiting to see these calves for a while, haven't you Jim", Grace said, as she
peeled her pants up to her knees, revealing her glorious calves. "What do you
mean Grace", I stammered; as I started to gently caress her left calf. "It's
okay Jim. I've got to give it to you though, you held out much longer than
most guys do. And you kept your composure...most of the time." "You knew
Grace, but how?" "Jim, by now I'm used to the reactions I get from guys (and
women) with these legs. I can spot a legman a mile away. Most times, their
hard-ons give them away. I was just teasing you with my outfits. Sometimes
I'll go out with a pair of Capris and pumps or some really tight jeans that
show off my big muscular legs. Didn't you think it was a bit strange, all of
my slacks fitting as snug as they did? I made sure they weren't skin tight,
just loose enough to fight concealing my muscular legs," Grace said as she
slowly began rising up her toes. I moved over to her right calf, rubbing a bit
harder as she continued: "That's it Jim, squeeze as hard as you want,
my legs are pretty solid as you can see. You've got a nice grip, Jim. I can
feel your hands working my muscles. I can't even feel it with most guys.
Sometimes I'll pretend I can, so they'll keep massaging them. I just love the
feeling of having my calves worshipped, it really turns me on. My roommate
gives the best calf massages I've ever had, though." "Your grip is much
stronger than mine, Grace", I managed, while massaging her left calf with both
hands. Huge wouldn't begin to describe how large they looked this close.
"Sorry about that Jim, I was just feeling you out. You noticed my calves and
thighs as soon as I walked in didn't you?" "I did. I could see your calves
stretching your slacks from the front when you walked in, as well as those
fabulously defined quads. It was subtle, but the way your thighs moved under
your slacks was obvious. I guess your roommate's used to these legs, huh?
Maybe he can show me his technique one of these days." I was a bit
disappointed to hear her roommate was a guy. "Oh no, Jim, my roommate's name
is Janice. We've been friends since the seventh grade. We decided to move in
together when we finished college." "Janice? Wow!" Two women with stronger
grips than me, I thought to myself. "We both use the equipment to work out
Jim. Janice is a big gal, like me. I'll introduce you to her one of these
days. Neither of us has a boyfriend at the time. They never seem to last." The
whole time we were speaking, Grace continued her toe-raises, her calves
expanding and contracting. "How many of these can you do, anyway?" "It all
depends. I can do these all night. I've been avoiding working them lately,
since my muscles develop so quickly. If I were to work them every day, they
would grow by at least 2 inches in about a month. During my last semester in
school, I hit my calves hard and they grew to over 21 inches." I swallowed
hard when I heard that. "Honestly, I liked the size and Janice loved it, but
it was too hard to find pants to fit over them, which can be tough living in
the northeast during the winter. I loved the feeling of power every time I
took a step; it was as if I could feel the muscles contracting whenever I
moved. There were a couple of guys, who loved them, but most were either
turned off or curious because they were so huge or just intimidated. They're a
little bit more than 18 inches at the moment. Do you think they would be too
much at 21 inches? Janice has been pleading with me to add the size back to
them, but I'm still not sure. The last 3 guys I dated broke up with me because
they were too self-conscious about going out in public with my overdeveloped
legs. They loved them in the bedroom, but were never 100% comfortable with
someone built like me. Most times, my thighs are covered up, but I just love
displaying my calves. The bodybuilder types are the worst, though." 
      My dick was hard from the moment I sat down on the couch and it was showing 
no signs of subsiding anytime soon. Grace was a wet dream in the flesh. 
21-inch calves? Someone had to pinch me. "I remember last Christmas I went with 
a guy I was dating to his parents' house for dinner. His mother almost fainted when I
removed my coat. I had stopped my workouts by then, but they were still
pushing 20". His younger brother couldn't take his eyes off of them though. I
gave the high-schooler some quick calf flexes and watched as he tried to
adjust his boner. It was pretty funny. Mike broke it off after New Year's. I
think his mother thought I was some steroid-induced muscle chic, which I'm not
and pressured him to end it, which is cool. I've never taken a drug, Jim; I'm
just blessed with good genetics." All of this calf-talk was driving me mad. I
didn't know what was worse, hearing about her calf-escapades or the leg
massage I was still giving her. I was ready to explode. Grace noticed my
breathing had become a bit labored and asked if I was all right. "You poor
thing. 35 minutes of fondling my calves and no release? You're a trooper, Jim.
We switched places on the couch and Grace spread her legs and pulled down 
my sweats. My cock sprung out like a jack-in-the-box, which made her giggle. 
"Just relax, let me do all of the work", she said. Grace took my dick in her hands 
and began lightly running her index finger from the tip to the bottom of my balls.
I shuddered from the feeling of her strong, yet supple hands. I could feel it
coming...and so could Grace. She squeezed the bottom of my shaft, abruptly
stopping my ejaculation and loosened up a bit, allowing a good amount of cum
to leak onto her hand. With her other hand, she smeared the cum onto the
insides of her calves. "You'll like this Jim", she said as she slipped my tool
between her calves and clamped them shut. They felt like stone. Grace then
began flexing and pumping her calves on my trapped dick. I in turn began
humping her lower legs like a big muscular pussy. Every so often, she would
ease up, allowing more of my cum out, which I couldn't see. Her calves were so
large; I could only see my dick pumping in and out from the front. There was
no chance I would see it on the other end. "They were bigger than this?" I
thought to myself. "Oh yes Jim!! Oh yeah!! Keep fucking my calves! Your cum is
so fucking hot! I can feel it burning my legs!" She wasn't lying. I must have
exploded 3 times in Grace's calves and didn't see a drop, unless she unhinged
her pistons for more lubrication. For the next 20 minutes, Grace and I
calf-fucked on her living room sofa. After the 4th orgasm, I slumped over and
leaned on her hefty thighs for support. Grace opened her legs and brought my
mouth to hers and stuck her tongue in it while clamping her beefy thighs
around my waist. The pain was instantaneous. My ribs were on fire. "Mmmm, how
does that feel Jim? If you thought my calves were large, you'll love my
thighs. 27 inches of pure steel. If you're lucky, I'll show you my real lifts,
but you're not ready for that yet. For now, just enjoy the squeeze." I have to
admit, despite the pain radiating through my middle, I was harder than
ever...and loved it. I hoped she would never stop. She kept squeezing and
crushing my midsection, while biting on and sucking my right ear. "You like
this don't you?" she purred into my ear. "Yes, oh yes Grace I love it, please
don't stop. It hurts sooo goood! Squeeze harder! Please!" I begged. And
squeeze harder she did. I could feel my ribs collapsing when Grace eased up
and gave me another kiss, assaulting my mouth with her thick tongue. I thought
she was going to cut me in half. I came on myself again. "You were great Jim",
she said standing up, shaking her tremendous thighs, two bright red spots
marking the insides of her legs from her crush fest. "That was amazing!" I
managed between breaths, as I tried to collect myself. "How, what...." I
stammered. "I know Jim, I know. I take it you enjoyed it just as much as I
did", Grace said as she peeled off her pants. It took about 45 seconds to get
them off of her gams, due to their size and pumped-up state. She wasn't
wearing any panties and her snatch was drenched with cum, which was now
running down her legs. I so wanted to lick it off. "That's for another time,
boss man", she said, reading my mind. "I'll show you out", Grace said as she
started for the front door. I followed behind, mesmerized by her gigantic
flexing calves, amazed by their sheer circumference and definition. She had
the deepest cuts I've ever seen. "How big these monsters can get?" I thought
to myself. Grace rose up on her toes and gave me a deep kiss before I headed
for the elevator. "One for the road, Jim", she whispered. "Get down on your
knees and lick my calves. Thank God it was 12:00am and there weren't any
people around. It would have been a strange sight indeed, a grown man on his
knees licking a pair of 18-inch chiseled calves of an Asian woman a hair over
5'1". I hoped the night wouldn't end. Grace stood in her doorway on her toes
for 5 minutes while I ran my tongue up and down her jagged calves. Then she
stepped back and took my neck in her legs and did 5 violent raises, each one
harder than the last. I couldn't breathe. She let go and I slumped to the
floor. "See you tomorrow, boss man." I couldn't wait.

Please send any comments or suggestions to calffan@hotmail.com