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I had just checked and turned away from the reception desk when I saw her.
She was sat on one of the lobby sofa's, idly flicking through a courtesy
magazine and waiting for her bags to be taken. Everyone in the lobby was
staring - but she was used to it.
She was huge. She was massive. She made Kim C look like an under nourished
teenager.
I'd known there was a bodybuilding competition in the arena next to the hotel
but I hadn't expected to be lucky enough to see a competitor first hand.
She was black, built, and beautiful. She wore a flimsy, chiffony, lemon
coloured dress with a short skirt setting off her crossed legs.And what legs.
Her right thigh, the one on top, was one huge solid hunk of muscular
quadricep. God knows what sort of weight she had been squating to build that
size of muscle. It was resting sexily on the calf of her left leg...a thick
bulky heavily veined cow, twitching ever so slightly and running beautifully
into a yellow patent leather high heeled shoe. Where the massive muscles of
her thighs met she disappeared into a tiny tiny hard waist. From her taut
abdominals the slashed neck of her dress ran up and stretched over a sprawling
mass of vast, defined, and deeply channeled muscle that was her chest and
back. And holding the magazine, bare and beautiful, were two arms so muscular
they could have been ripped from Dorian Yates.
Even simply turning the pages of the magazine her biceps pumped and swelled
like baseballs while her mighty triceps rippled and danced. She was in
competition shape alright.
She looked up and caught me staring. Her eyes were green and her finely honed
features were framed by a mass of raven black curled hair falling over her
barn-door wide shoulders.
"Hi" she said in a deeply sexy honeyed voice, "are you here for the
competition?"
I lied shamelessly. "Yes, I'm a photographer for a fashion magazine, we're
looking for new models." It was a blatant see-thru lie I thought, but she
missed it.
"Hey! That's great. You mean muscle ladies? Women who aren't stick thin?
Amazing!"
"Yes, we just thought it would make a change to use some bodybuilders, you
know some outrageously muscular bodies," I lied.
She smiled a big big smile and and slowly stood up.
In one fluid movement she stuck out her right leg, expanding her enormous hard
thighs, then she flared her vast lats and slowly hit a double biceps showing a
pair of arms which would make Laura Binetti blanch. Her biceps seemed to get
bigger and bigger, with peaks on the peaks, for fully two seconds. She looked
stunning.
"Muscular bodies like this?" she said, still smiling.
 I gulped but tried to look cool "Er...yes, exactly like that."
"Would you take some pictures of me?"
"Sure," I stammered, "why not."
"Right now?"
"Why not?" I replied, unable to believe my luck and quietly thanking the gods!
She grabbed her cases, two big heavy solid cases I might add, as if they were
filled with feathers. Her taut bulging deltoids almost tore through the yellow
fabric of her dress as her back spread wider and wider to carry the cases. It
was only then I noticed she was pretty short for a muscle lady, only about 5ft
4ins, but she was wide as a doorway. I thought she looked like Paula Suzuki or
maybe Th-resa Bostick, but with even bigger muscles!
She motioned with a sexy flick of her head and I followed her to the stairs.
Still heaving the cases as if they were made of paper she glided upstairs. I
was right behind her - watching her 17" calves flex and pump harder and harder
with every step. Her leg biceps peaked as she bent got higher and higher while
her quads flared out from under that oh so short yellow skirt. I couldn't
resist looking - matching, pristine yellow knickers between two of the
tightest, hardest, roundest and most striated buns I had ever been lucky
enough to set eyes on. I had just met the woman of my dreams and she was
inviting me to her room to take pictures of her!
Her suite was huge, and beautifully laid out with, I quickly noticed, one of
the biggest beds I had ever seen. She slammed the cases down and turned still
smiling saying "I don't even know your name..."
"It's Pete,"
"Well Hi Pete! I'm Shona. I ain't ever done this before, where do we start"
"Well, whatever your comfortable with...." I tailed off.
"Well how about I get these muscles pumped up a bit!"
I couldn't keep a broad smile from my face, and Shona spotted it too, "Sure,
why not!" I said.
"Not like this though, I need to change!" and she threw open one of the cases
rumaging around before pulling out two tiny handfuls of fabric. Turns out they
were a gold and a green bikini. She stretched the bra tops across her
frighteningly hard pecs and wiggled sexily. "What color Pete?" She winked.
My jeans were about ready to burst.
"Gold" I spluttered. It wouldn't have mattered either would have looked
sensational against her flawless black skin.
"Okay turn around now naughty boy and no peeking!" she laughed as she started
pulling one strap of her dress from a mighty shoulder. I turned...and straight
ahead was a wall of mirrored wardrobe. Shona was in the mid action of pulling
that tight yellow dress over her head her arms looked thick as tree boughs her
lats must have been three and a half feet across and her tits! Christ there
they were big hard slabs of muscle, ripped, striated and topped with big deep
brown nipples. This woman must have heaved iron for years to get a physique
like this and she was proudly displaying it in all its glory. She bent and
struggled with her knickers. Her abs rippled with muscle. No fat, not an
ounce. Finally she stood up, a totally unique physique, a woman mountain of
muscularity, naked. I was still turned to the wall but she was staring into
the mirrors right into my eyes. She flexed her thighs - hand on hips. The hard
hams of muscle only went to emphasise the beautifully clipped mound of fanny
between them. I was drooling.
She flexed her pecs and pulled her lats around then winked at me in the
mirror. "No peeking while Shona's changing!" she laughed.
Unabashed she stretched the gold bikini over her muscles and turned around.
She looked gorgeous.