An old girlfriend and a chance meeting




Six years ago my life changed forever when I bumped into an old girlfriend
from college.

I dated Sara for my entire freshman year until she broke up with me that
summer. I was devastated. Sara had a black father and a white mother and was,
in my opinion the most beautiful girl ever created by God. She was 5'6,
slender, beautiful face and figure, weighed maybe 110 lbs. Funny, athletic,
smart and she was my first girlfriend. Also the first girl I ever had sex with
as she was 17 and I was 18. She was going to be a nurse. I was pre- med, white
guy, 6'1 and 175 back then and fell in love with this beautiful young lady.
She was the most beautiful girl I ever saw before and since, she had it all.
When I bumped into her 6 years ago in a hotel in town she was attending a
nursing conference and I, as a family physician , was attending my own
conference. I have not seen or spoken to her in well over 15 years at this
point. I was married with 4 kids and very happy with all aspects of my life.

I was surprised when I heard someone scream my name in the hotel bar at around
9PM. I turned around and could not believe it was Sara. Holy shit, I have not
seen or heard from her in FIFTEEN YEARS and there we were. I knew she left NC
for California after graduation and I went to medical school in NYC and that's
all I knew. Here we were, back home in NC seeing each other. She ran over to
me and we embraced as old friends. I knew immediately that something changed
in that she squeezed me so hard I gave out an UMPH. I mean last I saw her, and
I know it was a long time ago there was this skinny girl who was weak and here
she is squeezing me, who now weighs 195 lbs and I am in very good shape. OK no
big deal I thought. Then she runs her hands down my arms but not in just in a
hello way but like probing and feeling me and then grabs my hands so hard it
actually hurt me!!! As we spoke for a minute, as her friends looked on, we
smiled and chatted and agreed to meet back in the bar in a couple of hours,
after she completed her "wrap up session" with her organization, to catch up
once we realized we were staying at the same hotel and attending different
conventions. Her for nursing and me for family practice. I was relieved when
she let go of my hands. She was wearing a nice formal and professional pant
suit but it was obvious she "filled out" quite a bit. However, looking in her
eyes was a BEAUTIFUL THING ... ... .again ... and stirred my insides where
nobody ever has since her, a special lady for sure.

Of course I could not get her out of my mind as those two hours dragged on
forever. I went upstairs to my hotel room and cleaned up so I could look my
best for her and I also called my wife to say good night as I knew I would be
in the bar with Sara later.

I sat in the bar at a little before 11 anxiously awaiting her arrival and as
was always the case she arrived a full 30 minutes late. We hugged again and
she didn't even apologize for being late which I let slide since this was our
first meeting in forever. We spoke for a solid hour as we laughed and talked
about our lives. She was married three times and had no children and was the
head nurse in a major teaching hospital in town where I had privileges . She
was also drinking a lot. We did 4 shots each, which is a lot for me and I
nursed one beer while she drank hers and was on her second. Neither of us were
feeling any pain let's say. Then she took off her jacket and was wearing a
tight short sleeve powder blue stretchy top. My eyes almost fell out of their
sockets. I said, HOLY SHIT Sara, look at you. The girl was ripped with what I
can describe as very very very, did I say very, very defined feminine muscles.
I was shocked to shit!!! Holy smokes Sara, I said, look at you. What happened
to that skinny kid I dated? She said, I am still skinny, and she was, but she
has become "quite the athlete" over the years. I felt my erection building in
my pants now. What do you mean I asked. She had this shit eating grin on her
face when she said ... ... well, my first husband was a blackbelt in kung fu
and both of my other husbands were professional boxers. WHAT, I said. She said
, yes they were. It just happened that way to me. So, I became a mixed martial
artist and my body does develop muscle fast, who knew, and here I am. OK OK
explain this to me. You are a professional fighter????? I could not understand
this. Yes, I am a nurse and have my MBA thank you very much, but I have been
fighting for three years as a professional. I sat back in disbelief. Then she
does this quick double bicep move that blew me away. She is 125 lbs now, still
slender but now RIPPED and those double biceps were just incredible ... ...
... ... ..and she knew it because her nipples were popping like nobody's
business as she kept that shit eating smile. Her top was so tight I was able
to easily see her abdominals through her top and tried not to stare. So you
really fight people, huh? Yes, I really fight people and she laughed. WOW I
said, you are incredible and you look amazing I have to say. She said thank
you and hugged me and kissed my cheek. Then she said how about one more shot.
I said, I think I had enough but you do one. She leaned over to me and
whispered, you were always such a fucking pussy, man up here pussyboy and have
a shot with me or maybe it's your fucking ass I kick next. Hmmm, maybe it's
the alcohol talking I thought. I said, OK calm down and try not to insult me,
OK. I was disappointed in her aggression and language. She told the bar tender
two more and then leaned over again into my ear and said " tell me to calm
down again and I might slap your face right here in the bar" do you
understand? She looked mean and crazy and I thought, OK, she may be exactly
that, mean and crazy so I just sat back and apologized and wanted to leave
asap.

We chatted for a while as she expanded on her life over the many years we have
not seen each other. Always self-centered and that has not changed a bit.
Three husbands, all seemed like decent guys but she was always looking for
more and never able to find it. Pathetic in many ways how this stunning woman,
with now quite the amazing body to match, plus bright and educated could never
find what she was looking for and worse yet, no husband or kids. She talked
about her passion for fighting, how she finds it to be "artistic" like ballet
she says, how adding all of that muscle on to her skinny body she loved since
Ms. Self-centered, got even more attention from people. She told me how much
she loved beating up her opponents and even her sparring partners and how
"turned on" she got from fighting. For me I was blown away by it all. She once
again did some bicep posing right there at the bar, she picked up her tight
top to reveal her defined abdominals and she even commented on her own breasts
to me. Sara was a B cup at best, not that that mattered back then or even now.
But she says " my tits are still small but my pecs are rockin and solid so
they look bigger" I mean what was I supposed to say? Am I supposed to stare at
her tits now? Feel her pecs? So I said, Oh I see, well they look great to me
and your nipples, as usual, are poking through your top. I immediately
apologized for being so forward but she was the one who brought it up, right?
She spoke more and more about her life, her muscles and fighting were a big
topic for her and I added a few things about my practice , wife and 4
delicious children. She did say she loved being a nurse and working at the
hospital, which I was glad to hear.

I was almost relieved when she was ready to go upstairs and we agreed to stay
in touch since she moved back to town. Being me, I volunteered to walk her to
her hotel room door. When I did, she again whispers in my ear as she leaned in
and said " do you really think I need you to protect me now, I can fucking
destroy you if I wanted to". I was disgusted!!!!!!!!!!! I said, Sara, nobody
is suggesting you NEED me to do anything, it was just a friendly gesture from
a man to a woman, friend to friend, OK? Lighten up. She stood up at the bar
and said " pay the man and meet me outside". Sheesh, ok whatever. I paid the
bill and walked outside and without a word she grabbed my hand and led me into
the elevator. She held me tightly. Little did I know my life was about to
change.

We walked towards her room, which was several floors above mine and she was
being very sweet but clearly drunk, as she continued talking about her
favorite topic, HER! We got to her room and all I wanted to do was go to sleep
realizing she is a little off and very different from me. She opened her door
and grabbed me inside and I mean grabbed me with a force and violence I did
not like nor was expecting. She spun me around and pushed me against the door
and in 2 seconds took off her jacket and blouse and was standing there in a
lace bra with a body language that screamed she wanted to screw me. As a
married man I was never in this situation nor did I want to be. All that being
said, she looked AMAZING. Still slender without a drop of fat, so incredibly
strong, sexy, muscled and sensual looking it was incredible. She stood there
in the dark with just the hall light on, with me against the door and she said
" you like the new me?" and she posed to showoff her muscular arms and
abdominals, both of which were just incredible. I was speechless and had no
idea how to react. She put her back in my face and posed and told me that her
power comes from her back and she works it hard and God knows it looked it.
She took off her bra and stood there as proud as can be staring at me and said
"so what do you think of your skinny old girlfriend". I shook my head in
disbelief, not only at what I was looking at but as to what was happening. She
looked at me and said, OK lover boy since my top is off take yours off. I
paused and I guess too long for her and she hauled off and slapped me and did
so so hard that I tasted blood in my mouth and was dazed. Next thing I know
she is ripping my shirt off with the buttons popping all over the place and
pins me against the door. I was seriously dazed from that slap, a feeling I
never experienced before. I realized my arms were pinned against the door and
I was unable to get her off me. She said, as she pressed her body against
mine, take off your fucking pants or get beaten so badly you'll cry for a
month. I heard it but could not believe it and found myself nervously taking
off my belt and pants. She stepped back and smiled and got in this like boxing
or fighting stance with that shit eating grin. It was stone silent in the room
and I said, OK, is this what you want? She stood there, put her arms and fists
down, which made me happy, and said yes and now your underwear and I dropped
those immediately since I was in FEAR, seriously. I am looking at a woman,
very beautiful in many ways but now I am looking at a woman who is far more
fit and I guess or I should say a FAR FAR more experienced fighter than I am,
since I am not anything like that, plus she has muscles like everywhere.
Frightening. I was hard as a rock at the same time. Silently, she takes off
her underwear and touches herself and moans and shows off her shaven pussy.
She pointed to the floor and kind of whispers, down boy. So I lie on the
carpet wondering what was next and why not the bed and she sits on my chest
and for the next 15 minutes she tells me how strong she is, how every guy
wants her, how she loves to fight more than anything in the world, how she
always loved me and misses me. I did not say ONE word. She was playing with
her nipples a lot and posing her abs and biceps for me which was a new
experience for sure. I was still scared she was going to hit me again and she
must have sensed that since she asked me, are you scared of me? When I said
yes, she got off on it. Rubbing her B cup tits and her belly and then she sat
on my cock and rode me and bent her back backwards and played with her tits
and kept on talking how strong and powerful she was and how much she liked to
beat people up and how much I was liking this. Well on some levels I was but
others I HATED it. I was a loyal married father of four who NEVER cheated on
my wife and never wanted to. I was being used and I did not like that, I was
intimidated and scared and did not like that and I was confused as to what
happened to her and why she was doing this to me and I did not like that.
However, physiologically, I had no control, she was stunning and always was,
her body was super sensual and sexy and she was wilder than anything I have
ever experienced. At one point as she was sitting up she put her index finger
in my face and said "if you cum first I am going to give you two black eyes,
do you understand?" I looked up and I could not believe my ears and my eyes
saw a dangerous looking woman as I still tasted the blood in my mouth. I said
OK OK no problem I will follow your lead. When she heard me say that she
closed her eyes and began rocking her hips into an orgasmic frenzy is the best
way to describe it. The fact is it was me who has not had an orgasm in 2 weeks
between my practice and kids and all and it was me who needed this more than
her who I would assume has sex all the time and anytime. Anyway, she came LONG
and HARD and LOUD and when I saw that I felt it was safe to cum inside her as
I did.

She continued to ride me for a few minutes after we both had our orgasm. All
the time talking about how good that felt as she played with her nipples and
rubbed her body. Thank God her face went back to the soft easy and loving
person I used to know. When she was done she sat there and rubbed my chest and
smiled and bent down and kissed me in a way ONLY we kissed. Hard to describe
but we did have awesome kisses back in the day. She got off of me and I was
not sure what to do so I stayed on the floor. She sat on the bed and lit a
cigarette and blew out a huge cloud of smoke and started laughing. My wife and
I both smoke about a pack a year so smoking does not bother me and of course I
understand the danger of this habit. I said" so I still see you smoke too" and
she said "yes about a pack a month or so, it depends" on how much I am
drinking usually. She always looked so incredibly sexy smoking!!!She walked
over to me and sat on my belly and told me that she apologized for hurting me
and she rubbed my face where she slapped me and she took my hand and put it on
her abs and then her biceps and a lot on her pecs as she flexed them and told
me how much she works out and how strong she really is and how much she likes
fighting. She stood up to put out her cigarette and told me to come to bed
with her and as I did she told me all about her three failed marriages and how
they were all her fault as all 3 of the men were super nice but she was always
looking for more. I felt badly for her. She asked me about my life, my family
and we spoke in a civil and relaxed way for an hour or so. She was only half
listening as most self-centered people do. I knew to get her back the best
thing to do was ask her questions about herself so I did. I asked her
questions regarding when she decided to become a fighter and add on all this
muscle.

Well, that opened the floodgates of her nonstop talking. She told me her first
husband was an amateur boxer first and then the karate stuff and professional
fighting and watching him fight and the reaction by people in the audience
turned her on a LOT especially watching other women clamor over him bc he had
such a great body and was a good fighter. She started working out seriously
back then, 13 years ago, and how much she loved it all, all aspects of it,
seeing the muscles, being strong and later getting into boxing at first. She
told me how turned off she became after he lost 3 fights in a row including
being knocked out the last two times and how she had an affair with the guys
who beat him and ended up marrying one of them. I just listened. She told me
what a good marriage that was, #2, and how the sex was great, like I needed to
hear that? And how they divorced bc she got bored with him. Wow, right? And
how after all of her 3 divorces she was left a fairly wealthy woman with money
and 3 properties and how husband #3, the "richest" of the bunch pushed her
into MMA and that is something she does all the time and loves it and how
fighting someone is a "special" feeling for her. All of it was shocking in so
many ways to me knowing her as I did.

She stood up and told me to do the same. With her arms around my neck she
began to kiss me as we stood there naked. She again apologized for hurting me
and told me straight out that IF she wanted, she could beat the "fucking hell"
out of me at any point, and she smiled when she told me and was getting turned
on. I saw the face changing and I knew something was about to go down. She
became more aggressive and began playing with her chest again and posing and
asked me if I wanted to see her shadow box. The answer was, no not really but
I knew I could not say that so I said sure and I sat down on the bed. For the
next several minutes I witnessed this stunning woman put on a ballet like
exhibition of her kicking, punching and elbowing an imaginary person, all in
the nude. She grunted along the way and began to perspire accenting her very
defined muscular body. When she was done she stood in front of me at
attention!!!!! It was pretty awesome and I was hard as a rock too. She stood
there breathing hard and she motioned for me to stand up and I did. We were
standing inches from one another when she began kissing me and pushed me on to
the bed and was on top of me doing PUSH UPS over me as she told me again and
again how strong she was and how " I need to be punished and tamed" to be her
man every time she came down from those push ups. That was not my goal for
sure but I remained silent. She then made love to me like I have never
experienced before with a passion one can only dream about. All the time on
top of me, all the time talking about herself and all the time in total and
complete control. I stayed over her room the next day and we both woke up
together like the old days. She was pretty demanding in the morning as she
never asked for anything but instead demanded things and ordered me around.
That was not fun but I also knew who she was at that point. Giving her oral,
massaging her hard body and showering her. Yes, she was "good to me" as well
but the attitude was not fun and I was feeling guilty about cheating on my
family.

Before we went to the lobby to our respective conferences she told me, not
asked me, to stay 2 more nights even though both of our meetings were ending.
I told her that was impossible as not only is my family expecting me but I
have office appointments already scheduled. What happened next was swift,
painful and horrendous. She punched me in my stomach several times with
horrendous speed and accuracy that one would expect, I suppose, from a
professional fighter. I was sick to my stomach for 30 minutes as I rolled
around the floor experiencing an ache that went through my body into my head.
I was furious and told her so once I was able to get to my knees as she stood
over me. She came down and grabbed my face and said, do what you have to do,
but we are staying together for 2 more nights lover boy ... ... ... ... ...
... ... ... ... ... ... .and we did.

To be continued ... ... ... ... ... .