My Mum's girlfriend - part 5
By K. Brown
The Holiday, part 3


The beach looked wonderful. The soft rolling golden sand framed by the
cerulean blue sky made for a picturesque sight. I was humbled at the
magnificence and beauty of nature and its sheer magnitude. It was 10am and the
sun although now fully out, had not yet reached its full height, which
empathized the glaring shimmers of light as its rays deflected off the the
water. I was still on holiday with my boyfriend, Mother and her girlfriend,
Sam.

After breakfast Mum had decided to visit the town market, stating that she
would have a wander there alone as she told me she was to buy a present for
Sam. My Boyfriend was shower and shaving when I left him in our hotel room. It
really wasn't planned that way that I would spontaneously sneak out without
telling him; it just happened that way as I had bumped into Sam on the landing
as I returned to the room after checking the bus timetable and Sammy was on
her way out for a workout by the beach. I decided there and then to accompany
her to the beach and I set off with her.

As I sat on a bench by the gym equipment with a book I had picked up from the
hotel reception area on our way out, I had been watching Sam workout and she
was now approximately twenty minutes into her planned hour long regime, (not
sure how I was to make an excuse to my boyfriend) and she was now performing a
set of pull ups. I say set, but it seemed more like a gruelling marathon as
she had been pull-upping away without respite for at least three minutes to my
certain knowledge!

Although my book was open and I was positioned as though I was reading it, I
had not taken in a thing; I was so memorized by Sam working out. She looked so
cute exercising and yet so strong. Her incredible strength and muscles just
drove me to distraction!

Although she wore a green track suit, it was a tight stretchy lyrca material
which clearly showed her muscles and frame as they were detectable through it.
Her biceps could be seen to contract and retract as she pulled up and lowered
down her body weight from the bar in a steady perpetual motion. She had a
serene yet focused look on her naturally beautiful face.

My attention was momentarily diverted away from Sam though as I heard voices
and as I looked up, became aware a fairly large group of women running along
the beach in our direction. As they got closer I noticed that they were all
wearing what looked like skimpy shorts and training T-shirts. A couple of
women were playing with a football as they ran and I kept hearing thuds as
they kicked it in front of them, muffles of conversation and giggles as the
entire group got closer and closer to us. Before they reached us however, they
veered off toward the large expanse of beach towards the sea and seemed to
spread out and began stretching and warming up. I could not help noticing that
most of the women were aged around from late teens to mid-twenties and wore
either blue or yellow tops. I looked over at Sam and saw her watching them
interestingly as she continued to do her pull ups. By now the group of women
were kicking the ball around on the beach having spread out strategically.

Sam seemed to me to be quite interested or intrigued by their game or warm up.
As it was still quite early, the sun of the day had not yet heated up fully.
It had actually been a bit chilly when we left the hotel truth be told, and
although it was warming up, the sea breeze made for a comfortable temperature.
Sam now dropped down from the high bar she was using and stretched her arms in
the air above her head. She turned to face me as she stretched and we
exchanged smiles. I wondered when she would remove the long sleeved top she
had on to reveal her impressive biceps, which although looking incredibly
muscular at any time, after working out they were especially pumped and
bulging!

I could hear the occasional shout and thud of the ball as the women played
around with it and it kept landing on the sand. I was taken aback though as I
suddenly heard the ball bounce very close to us and from their chatter, one of
the women must have miskicked it horribly. Sam stepped forward to intercept
the quickly approaching ball, controlled it, before very deftly kicking it up
and volleying it back to the edge of the group of women. I could her a few
cheers go up from the group, claps of applause and shouts of "Thank you". Sam
smiled at them then turned around, walked back to her exercise bar whilst
smiling, jumped up and started another set of pullups. After maybe a minute or
so, I looked up on hearing footsteps in the sand, and saw a lady with quite
short ruffled blonde hair approach Sam. My first impression was that she was
pretty and in good shape. She smiled and said "Hello there" to Sam, who
continued with her second set of pull ups but returned the warm smile and said
"Hi" back as she did so. The football woman held her smile as she walked right
up to where Sam was, and I noticed that she was aged around mid-thirties and
definitely attractive, with very shapely sexy legs, which must have been honed
by years of intense physical activity and workouts. Her shorts looked to be
very tightly fitted and were very short. She thanked Sam for returning the
ball and introduced herself as Rachael, player coach of the ladies football
team. Whilst still slowly and smoothly doing pullups Sam said "Nice to meet
you Rachael, I'm Sam". She then said "Excuse my rudeness, I am nearly
finished" and performed another 30 or 40 pull ups whilst making small talk
with Rachael.

Sam then stopped her relentless pull ups, dropped to the floor, stepped
forward and the two woman shook hands, holding the shake slightly longer than
I expected. Rachael then said, I couldn't help noticing you doing all these
pull ups from back there, that's very impressive". Sam smiled almost shyly and
said, "Thank you ... although I could say the same for your ball skills".
Rachael looked chuffed at this and remarked "It sure beats a gym, working out
here", with both giggling and mutually agreeing with this premise. Rachael
then added that she has never seen anybody doing pull ups as effortlessly as
Sam. Rachael also remarked that Sam looked very useful with a football too,
and that she was impressed with her skill, volleying technique and accuracy
when she retuned the ball. She speculated that Sam must have a football
background. Sam told her that she plays most weekends but that it is more for
fun and "Nothing serious". Rachael said, "I can see that you are more of a
fitness junkie!"

As the two women continued to chat, I almost felt pangs of jealousy as they
seemed to click so well and thought, if I may say so myself, although I was
ever so slightly prettier than Rachael, she was definitely fitter than me,
with toned arms and strong shapely legs, traits since meeting Sam I had come
to admire immensely in women. Not that this should have mattered as Sam was
not my partner, she was my Mother's girlfriend, but I has fallen for her in a
big way and was forced to keep my feelings supressed. The only person in the
world who I think suspects that I may have desires for her is my boyfriend,
but that is another story.

Rachael invited Sam to join them for a game of beach football which they were
about to commence. Sam immediately said "I would love to Rachael, at least for
a bit, how about Katherine", as she smiled towards me.

I remarked that I will watch, but Sam said "Oh Katherine it will be fun" and I
found myself offering to play. Rachael said, "Yes okay, if there are odd
numbers by the time we start, it will be good".

Sam looked pleased and to make conversation said "I have never played on sand
before. Rachael checked Sam out in her tracksuit, which had long sleeves and
legs, offered to lend Sam and me a spare pair of shorts which the team had.
Sam said that would be good as it was already getting too hot for long
trousers. Rachael went away to the group and retuned with two pairs of
identical black short fitted shorts and gave Sam the apparently larger sized
pair, justifying this by clarifying to Sam that "They may be slightly loose on
your washboard stomach waist area, but I think you need this size as you have
well-built athletic legs".

Encouraged by Rachael to do so, I put my pair on there and then by slipping
them under my skirt and then removing the skirt. I thought they looked and
felt good, slightly loose on my upper thigh so they felt sporty. Sam commented
that "They look lovely on you Katherine" and then as she was wearing trousers,
took her shorts to change behind a rock by the beach ferns at the edge of the
beach.

As I adjusted to wearing my football shorts, Rachael and I stood together and
talked about her football team. She told me that they are semi-professional
beach footballers, and that the team enter leagues and competitions all over
the world. Looking at Rachael again more closely, she looked every bit as
pretty as I first thought and had piercing hazel eyes and a wonderful smile. I
thought that she looked slightly butch with her attractiveness though, as I
noticed that her right forearm was tattooed, she had a flower tattoo on her
toned thigh and her short ruffled hairstyle could have been unisex. She was a
very pretty lady though and I wondered whether Sam would find her attractive
as it was glaringly obvious that she found was interested in Sam!

When she asked what my relationship is to Sam, I blushed and said, "Friend as
Sam said". "Yes friend sums it up best".

She said "I see". "So is it just the two of you holidaying together"?

I paused before answering and said "Yes, it is just her and me at the beach".

We were interrupted in our conversation though by a lady asking Rachael if
there was any other shorts as Yvonne's spare pair did not fit Sam. Rachael
said "No there aren't any more of that size, why what is the problem?

Rachael then quickly interjected her own question by stating, "Don't worry, I
will go to her". She then proceeded to jog towards the rock where Sam was
peering out from behind, without saying a further word to me. As I stood on
the spot, I felt the inclination to go to follow.

I slowly approached where Sam was getting changed, although the rock obscured
the view, and from where I stood could hear Rachael say enthusiastically and
admiringly "Wow Sam, check out your legs"

I heard Sam laugh nervously.

I quickly gleaned that the problem was that the shorts were too small for Sam
and that Rachael could not believe that she was struggling to get the leg
openings over her thighs as she stated astonishingly "They are Yvonne's shorts
and she has the biggest and most muscular thighs in the team. Rachael then
contemplated "Unless your friend is wearing Yvonne's and you have Sheila's?

Rachael then said, "No, they are Yvonne's alright, I can see her number on the
label. Rachael then said, "Let me see you try them again", which Sam must have
complied with as Rachael next said "My God, I can't believe it; they are far
too small for you".

She then added "Your legs look incredibly toned and have amazing muscles but
they are so shapely and smooth Sam, they don't look like they can be that big
surely"

Sam said "Really Sorry".

Rachael then seemed to recollect herself and said "You'll be fine, trust me
... tell you what, let me help". I could hear two prominent unmistakable slaps
of flesh and in my mind this had been caused by Rachael enthusiastically
slapping Sam on her leg.

Sam said "Don't worry about it Rachael, it's okay really, there is no way I
will fit into them".

Rachael retorted "Yes you will, you will see, they are stretchy, come here".

I could hear Sam laugh nervously and say," Okay, if you insist, but I don't
want to risk ruining them ... you can have a try though".

Rachael said "Yes I will".

Rachael must have had a go at pulling them up as within ten seconds or so I
could hear Sam again reiterate "Okay Rachael, see what I mean, there is no way
they will get over my thighs".

The realization of the size and strength of Sam's legs then dawned on Rachael
who said "When you actually touch and feel them, they look huge"!

Rachael said "Hang on" and must have continued trying to wretch them up as I
could hear her begin to strain. There was then a pause before both women
giggled.

It was quickly apparent that Sam was right about the shorts not fitting her
though, as Rachael must have continued to try pulling them up, Sam said
"Rachael, I can hear them beginning to rip".

Rachael was not one to give up though, protesting almost frantically as though
getting the shorts onto Sam's legs was her mission for the day, "One leg at
time might be the way to go, and then once we get above this wide part here,
they should fit comfortably as above the thick thighs your waist is tiny".

She then made a further straining noise and then said "It's these ginormous
thigh muscles here that are causing the trouble".

Again I heard the smack of a hand slapping bare flesh.

Rachael then continued producing a further series of pronounced grunts as she
must continued really struggling to heave the shorts up.

This went on for some time; all I could hear was Rachael exclaiming
"NNNNGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Once this dropped off, Sam just matter of factly stated "It's a nightmare, it
always is".

Rachael, beginning to pant by now explained that "These are meant to be proper
sports shorts, women footballers wear them, I have never seen anything like
this".

Sam said "Sorry I am causing you so much trouble".

Rachael panted and replied "Oh Sam, you are no trouble ... . Never think
that".

Again the sound of flesh being slapped, only this time it was more gently,
followed by Rachael cooing "ooooohhhhh".

I had enough by now and made my way round the rock and was confronted with the
sight of Rachael crouched in front of Sam. Sam was coolly stood up straight
with her hands on her hips, wearing her tracksuit top and a pair of glistening
white tanga style knickers, whilst Rachael's left hand rested against Sam's
right thigh and she stroked and pinched Sam's amazing left thigh with her
right hand! The shorts meanwhile were suspended half way up Sam's thighs.

I could see though that the shorts were incredibly tight on Sam's mid-thigh,
that Rachael was not able to get her fingers round them to get a proper grip
and that there was no way in the world they would fit Sam. Rachael then
panted, said, "Okay ready to go again", tried to pull at the shorts using both
her hands, but quickly gasped "Blimey I don't think that I can do it". "Sorry,
that is as far as they will go".

Neither Rachael nor Sam had seen me as I stood observing them; Rachel had her
back to me and Sam was looking directly downwards at what Rachael was doing
with the shorts and at her legs.

Rachael was now panting noticeably and said between breaths that were becoming
increasingly bated by the second, "Your muscles are just too big and strong
for me to get them up any further".

Rachael temporarily suspended her attempts to pull up the shorts and knelt
down and stroked Sam's thigh muscles with her left hand, with her right hand
now resting on Sam's bottom cheek as she steadied herself whilst crouching in
the sand, and said to Sam in clear astonishment-"I have never seen muscles as
big and strong as these ever! ... . They are so silky, so smooth ... . yet
just so strong"!

She really massaged and stroked Sam's thigh and then abruptly shrieked "Ohhhh,
My God, I can feel the huge muscle ... . so rock solid and strong."

She continued inspecting, feeling and stroking Sam's thighs as she vocalised
in a voice that was rapidly breaking up and forced to be delivered through
heavy breaths, "Just so solid and strong". I was feeling almost sick as she
just repeated her admiration and continued stroking Sam's thighs whilst Sam
just looked on intriguingly and she exclaimed blissfully "Oh Sam, you are so
strong!" ... . "So womanly" ... "So sexy!"

Rachael's breathing was now in overdrive and her fingers, arms and entire body
was trembled as she now fondled and stroked Sam's thighs with both her hands.
Her"Ohhhhhhs" and "Ahhhhhhs" now were delivered with traces of groans and
grunts.

Sam's smile now slipped a little and she looked a tad uncomfortable as this
practically total stranger fondled and almost muscle worshipped her thighs as
she stood in her underwear. I could contain myself no longer and rapidly
strode forwards which announced my approach. Sam looked up and suddenly broke
into a beaming smile as she saw me and said "Hi Katherine, I was wondering
where you were"?

Rachael shrieked in what appeared to be a combination of uncontrollable
excitement mixed with surprise, immediately removed her fingers and palms away
from Sam's thigh and swung around on her haunches. I thought looked slightly
deflated and annoyed as she saw me and looked like a deer caught in the head
lamps. She was trembling, her lip was noticeably quivering and her breathing
was very heavy. As a woman who understands these things, I thought she almost
looked on the verge of a very intense climax or had even already done so!

Rachael stood up and turned and moved away from Sam and I. Her breathing was
still heavy as she faced away from us.

Sam still shackled by the shorts being half way up her legs, thus immobilising
her, said Katherine, we have had a bit of a drama here ... we couldn't get the
shorts on". "Rachael was just helping". She then said "They won't fit me
Katherine" and went to pull them down, but suddenly exclaimed "Oh, they are
stuck, I can't get them off". She then shouted "Rachael", I need you again"

Rachael said "Hang on a minute", continued to present her back to us, finally
turned back around, looked embarrassed about something, but was trying hard to
attempt to return to normal, laughed and said "Come here" and knelt back down
at Sam's feet.

Rachael grabbed at the shorts and seemed to quickly realise that the struggles
they had with trying to pull them up was to be repeated on the way down, as
the short leg openings and waist band was wedged tight and at the point of
bursting point on Sam's thighs. So tightly in fact that neither Sam nor
Rachael could remove them as there was absolutely nothing to grip between
Sam's muscular thigh and the shorts material as the girth of Sam's
extraordinarily well-developed muscles significantly exceeded the shorts leg
openings. Furthermore, pulling them the top, where the waist band was
positioned was also not helping, as the slightest movement induced the
stitching to start giving. They were just too tight!

In fact Sam now said, we'd better get them off soon as they are beginning to
stop my circulation.

I watched as they tried frantically plying the shorts back down Sam's legs,
and the ripping of fabric broke now out with real gusto!

Both women yelling in shock at this and exclaiming "Stop"!

Rachael reached out and touched the breached area and remarked "My God, your
thighs have burst the stitching"

Sam said with a laugh "So sorry, I have done it yet again".

Rachael pragmatically said, "Look, they are already torn and no good now, we
will not be repairing them. They are so tightly wedged that we will never get
them down in time, we need to rip them off now, it's the only way".

She said, "We don't have any scissors or cutting tools" and seemed to be
trying to work out what to do.

She then remarked "By far the strongest thing to get the shorts off you Sam is
your legs, why don't you just use them to see if you can rip them off enough
for us to then pull them down"?

Sam replied "Are you sure Rachael as they won't be stitchable"?

Rachael said that they are too far gone now, not to worry about that, that she
had insisted they be forced up Sam's legs, and that we needed to get them
off".

Sam must have started really tensing her muscles as her thighs noticeably
enlarged in size and the fabric of the shorts could not take the strength and
power of her swelling muscles and started making popping and ripping sounds
and gave away instantly!

Sam joked "Better noise than a whoopee cushion that".

I and Rachel broke into laughter as Sam smiled.

Sam then squatted down and widened her knees as she crouched, with her thighs
now actively pushing against the shorts which fettered her mid thighs.
Instantly this brought about again the incredible ripping sucking sound which
reached a rapid crescendo as the waistband and leg openings snapped in half
completely, as easily as if they were paper, and the poor obliterated shorts
meekly fell to the floor, ripped to shreds and completely in half!

Me and Rachael gasped and took deep intakes of breath, and both had our hands
over our mouths as we totally amazed at what we had just seen.

Rachael then knelt down by Sam who was now sitting in a squatting position in
her white knickers, and picked up the shorts, inspecting the damage whilst
clutching Sam's leg with her free hand, adding "My goodness, the shorts are
totally ripped to pieces". "This seam down the side has burst completely and
the fabric at the front has is torn all the way, in one, two three places and
the waist band elastic has just came apart!"

She then gushed in total amazement "Wow"!

As she held the shorts in one hand and had her other on Sam's crouching leg,
she enthused "That is the most impressive thing I have ever seen ... It is so
unbelievable, you are unbelievable"!

She then said "I am going to keep them" and tucked the now useless shorts in
the pocket of her sports bag.

She then turned her focus on Sam's bare thighs, which looked totally divine as
she squatted in her knickers, regarded them at eye level, and remarked
initially out of wonder, "They are just too strong for words", she traced her
fingers on Sam's huge mounds of thigh muscle and enthused "They resemble an
Olympic athletes in shape, but they are much stronger. They are also so much
stronger than any bodybuilders I have ever seen or trained with!"

Her voice became bated and broken again and at this point I suspect she was so
overcome that in the moment she and Sam were the only two people on this earth
to her, as she said to the object of her desires "You are just so womanly and
strong Sam, you're wonderful!"!"

She then clutched Sam's other leg with her other hand and began stroking and
exploring the contours and crevices of her muscularity, taking in the silky
softness of her skin as she began trembling and panting.

Sam again looked non-pulsed and I wondered whether she actually knew that
Rachael was overcome.

My blood was now boiling as I stood and watched this, so I sharply interjected
"That's enough now Rachael, you can let go of her leg". This seemed to work
breaking the spell that Rachael was undoubtedly under as she was obviously
reaching climax again.

Rachael again groaned but then shook her head and seemed to make a facial
expression that indicated she had forgotten herself and she attempted to get
back on track of normality by saying ... . "Not even a man could do this ... .
I had no idea ... if I had seen your legs bare before and how strong they are,
I never would have suggested Yvonne's shorts ... Your thighs are so much
bigger and stronger than hers Sam".

Sam said, "Don't apologise, you really don't need to" and did not seem to
detect at all the effect she was having on Rachael. She then expressed as she
stood in her underwear and tracksuit top, "But maybe I can learn from this,
next time I am offered shorts, I will have to have my thigh measurement and
leg press stats at the ready!

Rachael and I laughed and smiled at Sam's wit and humour, having our mutual
attraction and admiration in Sam in common. Difference was, I was deeply in
love with her!

Racheal then said earnestly "I am so sorry about this Sam".

Sam told Rachael "It's okay Rachael, no harm done".

She then expressed "People think my thighs look slim, toned and muscular as I
do all this exercise, but they are quite a lot bigger than they look as they
taper from being slim at the knee to becoming the large monoliths that they
are", with her tracing the marked increase in size with her fingers to
illustrate the point. Sam had Rachael and I transfixed on her words and
actions as she spoke. She went on "I always have problems with clothes and
shopping for clothes as my thighs are very thick and have lots of muscle". She
said that her muscles have split many pairs of trousers and shorts down the
years, and even sleeves, backs, armpits and necklines of clothing that she has
tried on in changing rooms down the years. Rachael looked dumbstruck and
amazed and in astonishment, stood awestruck and open mouthed. Sam continued to
relate her struggles by saying "It is impossible for me to squeeze into almost
any legwear that is designed for of my waist size and I have to order special
loose fitting trousers and shorts with flared leg openings. She lamented, "Why
is it that clothes makers think that only men need clothing suited for large
muscles". She checked herself and said, I have tried men's clothing and that
is only marginally better, but the same things happen!

She then said "It's a nightmare; I can just can't get trousers or shorts over
my mammoth thighs".

Rachael laughed, as I did, and remarked "Just too big and strong aren't they"
and yet again double patted Sam's thigh.

I could now take no more of Rachael talking about, ogling and touching Sam's
legs so I decided to take ownership and strode forward and myself patted her
thigh, stroked it fondly and said to Sam" Awww, Don't call them that, they are
far too beautiful for that word".

"Sam said jokingly "Okay, stout then"!

I "Awwwwwed "her again and said, "No, perfectly developed and proportioned is
what they are".

Sam smiled and replied "Awwww, thanks Katherine" and placed her hand on top of
mine as it was stroking the huge muscle on the front of her thigh. My heart
seemed to skip and began to race as my right hand was now sandwiched between
her thigh and lovely soft hand. Her immense strength obliterating the shorts,
the sexiness of her legs and how beautiful and soft they felt against my hands
and fingers- were beginning to get me going and I felt warm and tingly in the
pit of my stomach and virginal area. I had to fight my inner being as I was
definitely swiftly building up to suffering a Rachael moment!

Rachael then interjected, seemingly turning the tables on me, "Sorry to break
this up, but would you be okay to play in your trousers Sam as they are the
largest legged type shorts we have, we don't have any to fit such amazing
specimens as yours"?

I continued fostering all of my control to supress shrieking out and moaning
as I was a second or two away from the moment of no return!

Sam let go of my hand and I did involuntarily let out a small groan as she
stood up and my fingers could detect her sensual powerful muscularity as her
thighs tensed in the act of doing this. Sam was the only one of the three of
us still sane and not driven crazy and seemed to mull this over and said "To
be honest Rachael, it is far too hot for that, I need my legs to breath and
get the sun".

Rachel said, "You could play in your pants, it is beach football remember"

Sam giggled shyly and said "I don't think so".

Rachael said "No really, they are brilliant for athletic movements and you
look great in them, you will be just fine".

Sam then said "That would be far far too much far too much of an eye-full to
inflict on everyone!

She then proposed "I know, I can wear the dress that is in my kit bag, I was
to change into it after working out".

Rachael smiled but voiced her doubts to dresses suitability.

Sam said that it is a sports dress for running and training and added, "Better
still, it is blue like your top".

Rachael smiled and laughed and said "Perfect, we will be ready to start in ten
minutes; the goal posts will be here soon, one of my coaches is bringing them.
Come on lets go over".

Sam squeezed into her tracksuit bottoms and the three of us went over and
joined the group of footballers on the beach. It was decided who would be in
which team. Rachael predictably in my view, made sure that Sam was on her
team. Trouble was that they had still had an odd number so I was required to
play. I have no interest in football, am not a runner, can't kick a ball for
toffee and don't care if I never have to!

To compound matters, I was to be on the opposing side to Sam. Sam looked at my
face as it must have visibly dropped when this was announced. She went over to
Rachael and whispered something in her ear. Rachael stroked Sam's bottom and
nodded her head.

It was then ordered by Rachael that a lady called Mindy and I would swap
sides, which meant I would be with Sam!

I was relieved and thought that Sam had changed Rachael's mind somehow.

Just before we gathered in our respective teams, Sam said to Rachael and me "I
have never played football with bare feet before, this will be an experience".
Rachael said "You will be fine, it is a nice feeling, just remember that it is
much harder to run on sand and it quickly can sap energy" as she stretched her
hamstring".

Sam ran off to get her sports bag from the exercise area where she had been
working out, and dashed to the rock to get changed.

When she emerged back into view, my jaw must have dropped as she looked
unbelievably sexy is her dress. It was medium blue in colour, proportioned
like a vest at the top, which showed off her incredibly bulging biceps,
immensely strong shoulders and I felt sure once I saw her from the correct
angle, rippling back and lat muscles. The dress also contained an elasticated
area on the waist which emphasized her proportions, curves, tiny waist and
washboard stomach. The length of the dress came to her upper thigh and I can
see now why she was so confident that it will not restrict her athletic
movement as it was definitely as short as the women's shorts!

I glanced at Racheal who looked to be transfixed on Sam and her dress, as she
stood almost open mouthed and spellbound. It was though she had never seen
anybody close to being as sexy in her life.

Sam came over to us and put her sandals and sports bag with the others at the
edge of the pitch area and began to stretch her legs.

I am not exaggerating but all of the women seemed to be checking Sam out. I am
sure they had heard about Sam's difficulties getting into the shorts and that
she ripped them to pieces using just her thigh muscles and that they must have
been curious to have a look. Her biceps must also have been like magnets, as
her smooth arms and shoulders looked so womanly, yet her muscles protruded and
bulged like melons!

Every woman's eyes were glued to her as she went through a series of
stretching exercises.

She looked too beautiful for me to articulate and jogged across the sand so
athletically and nimbly and carried her frame so effortlessly that she was
like a real like superhero or goddess.

I must admit to looking forward to watching Sam play football. I work on
Saturdays so never get the chance to see her play. Mum is like her groupie and
goes to watch her all the time. She even did whilst she and my Dad were still
together, much to his annoyance, who used to protest, "You don't even like
football for goodness sake" and "Who is she to you anyway".

All we were waiting for was the coach to set the goals up and I checked out
the opposition and how much fitter and stronger they clearly were than me. I
was a size 10 slim but curvy girl and had no real toughness. I started to fear
them strong women crashing into little dainty me and tackling me. Sam must
have noticed and sprinted up to me and said perceptively "Are you alright with
this Katherine".

As her divine eyes locked on mine I confessed to her that it was dawning on me
that we were about to start and I was petrified, adding "They look so tough
and I have never played football".

She clasped my hand and advised ", Just run around a bit and try and enjoy it.
Kick the ball to somebody wearing blue, or better still look for and kick the
ball to me, I'll always be very close by. I am no expert footballer;
especially on sand without proper boots, but I will be right with you". I
breathed a sigh of relief and said "Thank you Sammy, I know you will look
after me".

I thought how immensely athletic she looked in her blue dress, as her leg
muscles bulged, rippled and gleaned in the sunlight below her hem line:
definitely much stronger than the other players, including Rachael, whose legs
looked like weak little twigs when I saw them alongside Sam's. I must admit
that I felt immediately better knowing she was there as we strode forwards and
got ready to kick off.