She's got legs
By Fragilistic  Frag912@yahoo.co.uk
A young man meets an amazing woman on a European train journey


Author's note : This is my retelling of a story I read many years ago, but
have since been unable to find again.

Jason boarded the 20:50 overnight train from Nice to Rome just in time,
heaving his rucksack on board just as the station guard blew his whistle. He
was on summer vacation from college and had decided to spend a few months
travelling around Europe, broadening his horizons as it were.

The train was very busy as it was the height of summer, and Jason hadn't
reserved a sleeper bunk, so he would just have to take pot luck and hope there
was a quiet carriage where he could get some sleep.

As he went further along the train however his hopes began to fade. Each
carriage was busy with families or backpackers like himself, and he began to
despair of finding a quiet carriage. Why hadn't he been more organised and
reserved a sleeping bunk, he wondered. Oh well. Onwards he trudged, his
backpack weighing heavily on his shoulders.

Finally he reached the last carriage. He looked in and stared, his jaw
dropping open at the site before him. There sitting alone was a drop dead
gorgeous woman, a few years his senior no doubt, reading a novel and looking
completely relaxed. She was wearing a short skirt, and her legs were crossed
one over the other, showing off her long, tanned, smooth calves and shapely
thighs. Jason's heart started to beat faster, and he wondered if she could
hear him outside the carriage. Dare he go in ? She looked so calm, so relaxed,
he felt it would be a terrible imposition to disturb her. And yet there was
nowhere else.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, he steeled himself and slid open the
carriage door. "Ahem, sorry, ehm, excuse me, do you mind if I sit here", he
stuttered, pointing to the empty seat opposite her.

She looked up from her novel, smiled a broad confident smile, and said in a
rich Italian accent "be my guest".

Jason staggered into the carriage and heaved his rucksack towards the overhead
rack. Not being the tallest man he always struggled with these European
luggage racks, they were so damm high. He stood on tip toes and tried to push
the unwieldy rucksack over the lip of the luggage rack, but he wasn't making a
good job of it, and he became intensely aware that his companion was studying
him with some amusement.

"Here, allow me", she said, her English perfect, with a gentle hint of
Italian.

She stood up and Jason almost fell over, she was huge, towering over him by a
good six inches. She took hold of the rucksack and with seemingly no effort at
all lifted it onto the rack. Jason couldn't help but sneak a glimpse at her
thighs as she lifted the heavy rucksack effortlessly, her toned legs showing
clear muscle definition.

"Thank-you, that was very kind", Jason mumbled, his face burning with
embarrassment that this woman had come to his rescue.

"Think nothing of it", she replied. "Being tall has its advantages sometimes"
she smiled.

"I'm Louisa", she said, holding out her hand. Jason reached out his hand and
found it seized in a firm handshake, stronger than most men he had met.
"Jason", he replied. "Nice to meet you." He looked up at her and saw that her
eyes were twinkling with merriment, like a cat with a new toy.

To his shock he noticed that she was barefoot, having removed her heels and
placed them under her seat.

"How tall are you ?" he asked, extracting his hand from her grip and sitting
down, where he felt more comfortable.

"I'm 185 cm", she replied, "which I believe is about 6 feet 1 in your money",
she smiled. "You're American aren't you ?"

"Yes", John said, "I'm from Chicago, and I'm travelling round Europe on my
summer vacation. How about you ?"

"I am an officer in the navy and have been at a conference in Nice but now I
have to travel back to Rome where I live. I enjoy the train, it's so much more
fun than flying. So romantic. I'm quite old fashioned like that."

John looked at her with interest, trying desperately to focus on her face,
which was beautiful, but he found his gaze continually dropping to her legs
and then he would catch himself and look up. She seemed not to mind, and
smiled at him while they chatted.

"Look, I'm sorry, I'm keeping you from your book," Jason said. "No, it's fine,
it's not a very good book anyway. Besides I'm a people person, I much prefer
to talk than to read."

Jason asked her about her job in the navy and she asked him about his studies.
She was an intelligence officer, and had worked her way up since joining the
navy at 16. It was her life, she devoted herself to her job, but it left
little time for much else. Jason was studying European history, and wanted to
immerse himself in French and Italian culture before resuming his studies in
the fall.

They chatted some more, Jason's gaze occasionally wandering to her amazing
legs whenever he felt that she wasn't looking. He had always had a thing for
tall, strong women, although he had never had the courage to talk to one,
preferring instead to seek out his fantasies on the Internet.

After a while the conversation dried up, having exhausted all the conversation
that two strangers could be comfortable with. What Louisa said next took Jason
completely by surprise.

"I notice you've been looking at my legs", she said, smiling and crossing them
a little higher, showing even more thigh than before.

Jason blushed, and didn't how to respond. "Er, I, er, em, well, not really".

"It's ok, don't be shy", she coaxed.

"Well, I was just wondering, if, er, you worked out, you know?" Jason
stammered, his gaze dropping once more to her long shapely legs.

"As a matter of fact I do", she smiled. "We have an excellent gym, and I love
to lift weights and push myself. Also I dance and horse ride when I can, all
of which keeps my legs toned and strong."

She lifted her massive leg into the air and flexed, the calf muscle bulging.
"What do you think ?" She asked.

Jason hoped that she wouldn't notice the growing tent in his shorts. "Wow,
they're amazing", he managed.

"Do you think so?" she asked, pleased.

"Yes, they're wonderful", Jason enfused, his confidence growing.

"I used to wrestle with my brothers when we were growing up", she confided,
"and whilst they were stronger than me in the upper body, if I got them in a
scissor hold it was all over, and they knew it."

Jason gulped, wondering what it must feel like to be trapped between these
beautiful long shapely legs.

"I think I've probably got stronger legs than most men", she boasted.

Jason snorted involuntarily. "Well, you do look quite strong, for a woman", he
said. He wasn't quite sure where he was going with this.

Louisa smiled knowingly. "So you think your legs are stronger than mine
because you're a man?" She challenged. Jason realised she had called his
bluff. He should back down now, that would be the right thing to do, but for
some reason he heard himself say "well, it's just a fact of life that men are
stronger than women. Everyone knows that."

Louisa leaned forward and Jason found himself staring into her cleavage.

"When I was young I used to thigh wrestle with my brothers. I challenge you to
put your money where your mouth is."

Jason had never heard of thigh wrestling, but it didn't sound too bad. Besides
if it meant that he would get to touch this Italian goddess, it would be a
price worth paying, even if he did lose.

"Ok, I accept. What are the rules?"

"You can go first. You have to put your thighs around mine and stop me from
opening my legs by keeping your legs around mine. Sounds easy ?"

"Well, I guess so, so that's it ?" Jason asked.

"Yes, and then I get to try."

Louisa shuffled forward on her seat, her long legs stretching over towards
Jason. He shuffled to the edge of his seat and gingerly opened his legs wide
to encompass Louisa's thighs. They were huge, and looking at them close up
Jason suddenly felt that his pale hairy legs looked incredibly feeble compared
to her big healthy tanned legs which seemed full of vitality.

He pressed his legs gently against hers and gripped the seat for leverage.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Yes, I think so", he replied nervously.

Louisa lifted her skirt a little higher, giving Jason a full eyeful of her
meaty thighs and white panties, allowing her more freedom of movement.

"OK her goes", she said, putting her hands behind her head. Her legs powered
apart with practically no resistance from Jason, stretching his legs wide
apart.

"Ow, ow, ow", he moaned, as she stretched him to his limit.

He tried to force her thighs back together again but it was an impossible
task, they were so big and solid, he may as well have tried moving a tree.
Louisa stretched him further apart, tears coming to his eyes as he felt the
tendons of his leg muscles stretched beyond anything they were used to.

"Please, I give, oh God, I give, you win", he begged.

Louisa however was in no hurry to stop.

"So do you still think your legs are stronger than mine?" She asked,
stretching him a fraction more.

"No, no, please , no, oww, oww", he cried, the pain becoming intolerable. He
felt like she was about to tear him apart.

Louisa relaxed her legs and allowed Jason to bring his legs back to a normal
distance. He rubbed the inside of his painful thighs and looked at her with
distrust.

"What did you do that for?" he whined.

"To teach you a valuable lesson", she smiled.

"Now it's my turn."

"What? No, I quit, I've had enough," Jason moaned. Suddenly he didn't want to
be close to this woman at all.

"You agreed, and we're going to finish the match", Louisa said firmly.
"Besides, don't you want a chance to draw level."

Jason looked at her massive legs and seriously doubted that he could win, but
at least with his legs on the inside he wouldn't be stretched to breaking
point.

Reluctantly he placed his legs in between her huge thighs. Immediately they
clamped around his legs, squeezing his knees painfully together. Jason
strained and tried to force her legs apart, but he couldn't budge them an
inch. His legs were being painfully squeezed together by her larger thicker
heavier thighs.

"Ok are you ready?" Louisa asked.

Jason looked at her in shock, she hadn't even started squeezing yet, she was
just holding him and already the pain was almost unbearable.

"Ugggh", was all he could mutter.

Louisa smiled down at him and flexed her giant thighs which bulged with raw
power. Jason's tiny legs looked like matchsticks in comparison. He started to
whimper as she powered her legs together, oblivious of the man trapped between
her deadly thighs.

"Come on, you're not even trying", she challenged him. "My sixteen year old
niece can put up a better fight than you. Why I bet she could beat you
easily."

In desperation he tried to hit her legs, but it only hurt his hands, the
muscles were so big and firm. Louise took hold of his hands in her own and
pressed them against the tops of her thighs.

"Feel the strength of my legs", she urged, as she squeezed tighter. Jason felt
that his legs would snap under the pressure, it was like being in a huge warm
fleshy vise.

"Please", he begged, as she continued to apply more pressure.

"Do you still think you are stronger than me?" she asked, constricting him
even tighter.

"Oh no, oh God, please, you're breaking me", he screamed.

The pain was more than he could bear. Jason felt like passing out.

"Well that wasn't much of a contest", Louise sighed, giving Jason one more
squeeze before slowly opening her thighs and allowing him to retrieve his
bruised thighs. Jason's eyes were brimming with tears of anger and pain.

"You bitch, you could have broken my legs, you damm freak."

"What did you say?" Louisa asked threateningly. "It seems like you still
haven't learned your lesson.

She grabbed hold of him and pulled him in between her thighs. She locked her
ankles trapping him, before removing her short skirt allowing her unrestricted
movement. Jason stared at her white panties despite the pain in his legs. Her
thick dark bush was clearly visible through the thin white cotton.

"What, what are you doing ? Let go of me." He demanded.

"I'm going to give you a little hug with my legs", she said.

"No, no, please, no, I can't take anymore, please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean
what I said."

"Too late, little man." You've been staring at my thighs all evening so now
you can get to know them a little better.

Louisa closed her thighs around Jason's ribs and his torso disappeared from
view between her massive thighs. She flexed her legs and with a show of
strength, lifted him completely into the air.

Jason would have screamed if he had any air in his lungs, but she had squeezed
it from him. Her thighs tightened around him, making him gag with the
pressure, and she shook him like a terrier with a rat.

Louisa's thighs crushed him painfully, he flailed helplessly like a downing
man, his legs and feet dangling above the floor, his hands unable to stop her
mighty gams closing tighter and tighter.

Jason's head started to spin and dots appeared before his eyes. His tongue
lolled out of the side of his mouth and he made strange gurgling noises.
Louisa lifted him higher, showing him no mercy. Jason passed out and fell
limply against her muscular thigh. Gently she lowered him to the ground and
lay him down on the seat opposite her, before picking up her book and resuming
where she left off.