THE NEIGHBOR LADY By Cris Leyven Mrs. Sanders had the biggest muscles I had EVER seen!! This is the true story about when I first found out that I loved muscular women. It's a bit long, but I'm sort of long winded. Since I needed to be specific, I developed a bogus name for my neighbor, and changed personal details....just in case anyone might try to track her down. However, if you are one of the guys who lived in my neighborhood (and you know who you are!), I'm sure you'll know just who I'm talking about when you read this story. It was Spring, 1981..... I guess the family had moved in about 9 months ago, so they were still the "new" neighbors. The lady was a typical mom, always dutifully running errands here and there. The white station wagon was parked on the street next door to my house. I watched her, hidden behind those foo-foo Town and Country curtains my mother had installed in my room. I spied on Cynthia through a pair of 7x binoculars as she unloaded groceries from the back hatch of her car. Her long black hair was pulled back into a pony tail, a tennis visor shielded her intelligent blue eyes from the sun, and a pair of red leather clogs kept her feet from being burnt on the hot Georgia pavement. Cyn always wore clogs. The Spring heat in the South was thick and nearly unbearable. Cyn always wore minimal clothing when the heat came. With each motion she made, the muscles of her body would erupt. Some would relax, while others swelled into solid mass, the afternoon sun highlighting the sensuous landscape they created on her skin. Mostly my young eyes focused on her prominent, muscular rear that stretched a pair of very short, light brown cotton running shorts almost to the limit of the fabric. The record erection in my shorts throbbed against my right thigh. My jaw was slack with amazement, and my heart was beating so hard that air was being pushed up out of my lungs and through my gaping mouth, making a panting sound. I stared intently at that athletic body. Athletic body??!! This was my first time as a spy, but I had seen her around before. I'd never noticed her doing much that was very athletic; except the occasional evening neighborhood walk, escorting the kids to school on a two mile bike trip, or the never ending battle with suburban yard work. No, Cynthia was one of those gifted individuals whose bones were naturally wrapped in strong, sensuous muscle; cut, defined, and covered in golden skin free from imperfections. The effect was that her just over five foot frame was compact and thickly muscled, yet slender and feminine as well. Mrs. Sanders' adult body seemed solid, healthy; almost massive compared to the girls I had admired at school. Her body was just what it was, and today the weather in Georgia was muggy and hot...very hot. So it maybe wasn't intentional, but what she wore didn't help my condition much either. Back and forth from house to car she went, carrying the loads of groceries needed for her husband and two young children. Each step she took was a surge of sexuality. I examined Cynthia's well formed thighs, and followed their entire length up to where they met the curve of her rear, just visible at the bottom of a pair of very revealing hot pants. Those legs rippled with power, and her rear flexed causing the shapely dimples in her tight short shorts to appear and disappear with each stride. Her buttocks wanted to push out and in, while also moving up and down as she walked; they seemed alive, and looked as though they might break free from the surrounding cloth at any second!! Cyn's frilly tank top showed off her incredible back and shoulders. I observed that noticeable peaks in her biceps bulged when ever she lifted a sack out of the back hatch. Meaty triceps hung beneath. I wondered if she was stronger than me...she probably was! Holy moly! She was probably even stronger than my bookworm dad!! I tore myself away from this phenomenal sight to examine the size of my own paltry, fifteen year old biceps. I then desperately tried to flex a nonexistent calf muscle. No comparison! The muscles I saw on this woman were easily larger and more defined than my own. It occurred to me that she probably had more muscle mass in her shorts alone than I had on my entire body! I don't know why, but this made me even more excited, so much so that I could feel drops of warm fluid dripping down my leg! I took a pitiful attempt at a calming breath, closed my eyes, and forced back the nearly overwhelming excitement. I had to see more! Then I looked up just in time to see what would finally push me past my point of sanity. There Cynthia was on tip toe, leaning deep into the back of the wagon, and attaching herself to the last bag of groceries. Her calves had bunched up into huge knots just below the backs of her knees...they were flexing with an intensity I could have never imagined on any human being! The skimpy shorts were made even shorter, and the lower half of her tanned, shapely rear was shamelessly displayed!! I could only begin to imagine the bathing suit she must wear in order to tan that much of her body!! Her beautiful, incredible body. I now needed to watch her more and more, hoping only to see the limits of where she tanned that remarkable physique. But I was almost praying that the amount of flesh I witnessed, magnified through the binoculars and burned into my naive brain, was some sort of accident. Something Cynthia would instantly cover as she said "Oops!" to herself, and looked embarrassingly around to see if anyone was watching. Providing ANY indication that she was just a little modest or at least insecure about the amount of skin she was exposing to this stupid, flabbergasted boy. The backs of Cyn's legs hardened, and her glutes pinched together, as she removed the bag and stood erect. Her calves relaxed slightly while the fronts of her thighs became impossibly harder! This must have been the bag with the milk or juice in it because the bulges in her shoulders and arms pushed up from beneath her skin to new heights!! She reached up, closed the back hatch, and started for the house. The shorts remained stuck in the "up" position, caught on the round of that sensuous rump as she proudly strode to her front door. I was utterly and completely lost. My boyish form was trembling from the sight of her. At the thought of her complete lack of hesitation to show off her Body like that!! And Mrs. Sanders' body was definitely a Body!!!!! I looked on, wishing I had never seen what I'd seen, wishing I had never felt the way I'd felt, and never wanting the moment to end. Cynthia and her awesome Body moved across the insignificant lawn, her short shorts still unable to find their way back down over the large, taut, crescent shaped muscles. Without breaking stride, she bent down and snatched up a lone Big Wheel with her free hand. Step... flex. Thigh, rear, calve. Step...flex. Thigh, rear, calve. I imagined if she ever tried to wear hosiery, that it would more than likely disintegrate...threads tearing apart with pitiful submission...under the expanding muscular force of her powerful thighs and buttocks. Meanwhile, Cyn's entire upper torso was swollen under the load she carried. Her confident, erect posture eluded to the erotic grace her Body possessed. My eyeballs were dry from not blinking. It was as if a perfect sculpture had been made into sun colored flesh, and was walking across my neighbor's lawn. Yes, I had seen women more naked than my neighbor, though not by much. Skinny girls in loose fitting bikinis at the pool, or older women at the beach wearing less than they really should. Cynthia was the only woman who had a right to show this much skin...her Body looked as if it belonged more naked than clothed..she was very fit! This was at a time before women's fitness had really begun to take hold. I had never witnessed, nor could I have even imagined, the beauty and sexuality of a physique like Cyn's. She was not like those completely lean, blocky female bodybuilders that are popular today (although those muscles would have made her a great bodybuilder!). Cynthia had more of a well built gymnast's form, feminine yet undeniably powerful. Her Body fascinated me, and I kept the eye cups of the binoculars pressed against my perverse little fifteen year old face with a combination of wonder, amazement, and lust. Nothing could have stopped me from watching her very alive, exposed flesh as she walked. Nothing except fear of discovery...and as her oh my god Body flexed across the grass, her head and brain turned and looked in my direction for an ever long second. I ducked quickly out of view, wondering how, or if, she saw me. When I peered up again, she'd gone; disappearing into the house which lay about 50 feet from my bedroom window. I fought off my urges, and waited patiently in the hopes that she might come out again. A few minutes later she appeared in her driveway, wearing a small blue backpack and pushing an old red three-speed bike. Quickly I darted next door into my sister's corner room (the house was empty) for a better view. I peered cautiously through a one inch slit in the curtains with one lens of the binoculars. There Cynthia was solidly balanced on one leg, bending in profile to me and removing something from her clog. Again(!), the tanned skin of her indescribably perfect ass was barely covered by the tiny shorts. Her legs were a fantasy I could have never before imagined! My neighbor's calves tapered up from her ankle, with multiple cuts swelling up into diamond shaped peaks. The fronts of Cynthia's incredible thighs were firm, athletic, and feminine. They bulged out and then back into her waist, forming a line down the side of her leg, while her hamstrings formed a peak on the back. This muscle met with her shapely rear, which battled with the fronts of her thighs for room in those impossibly tight shorts! Cynthia stood erect and this time she ran a single finger between her golden skin and the bottom of the shorts, gently tugging and stretching the cloth on each side over and back down to it's original position. She then flexed a leg over, and proceeded to pump the bike up the street on some errand. But the short shorts promptly crept back up, and only her sexy bare bottom was pressed against the bicycle seat! She started slowly, the bike seemed to be stuck in third gear. She pulled on the handle bars and pressed down on the pedals. Her strong arms flexed and relaxed in rhythm to her pedaling. The backpack straps pulled her top against her, plastering the fabric against her otherwise naked, pert breasts. Meanwhile, buttocks and quads swelled to dominate the resistance the bike attempted to put forth. Cyn pedaled faster. What little clothing she had on tugged and expanded under the pressure from her hardened flesh, seams threatening to pull apart at any second! I darted from my sister's side window to the one that looked out on the street, not wanting to miss a single second of Cyn's activities. I intercepted her as she smoothly pedaled the bike past my house, oblivious to the guilty little voyeur inside. Oblivious to the fact that she had completely altered my reality over the past fifteen minutes. Mrs. Sanders and her Body quickly rode out of view, disappearing into the maze of suburban streets. I imagined the other boys in the neighborhood becoming helplessly paralyzed with lust as this sight of female physical perfection passed by their houses. This brief display had caused the panting sound to start up again. Everything else generated by the neighbor's Body was still there, however...the confusion, the fascination, the guilt; and the enormous growth in my shorts begging me, no forcing me, to carry out it's function. I urgently ran back into my room and locked the door. Shaking with lust, for the first time I felt almost completely out of control! The sight of Cynthia's magnificent, minimally covered Body had fully awakened my libido! Any previous fantasies seemed petty and unexciting. Those pictures in Sports Illustrated's Swimsuit Issue, those girls in my mother's Cosmopolitan magazines, the girls in any Playboy I'd ever seen... all of those paled in relation to the woman who lived next door!! I thought about my married neighbor over and over, with only a hint of guilt and morality remaining. Those things being rapidly extinguished when I pictured her teeny tiny shorts inching up over round, tanned flesh as she leaned into the back of her car; the comparison of her bulging biceps with my nonexistent ones; and the thought of her unsuccessfully trying, again and again and again, to pull stockings over those muscular legs. I couldn't fight it any longer and I spewed my load. I came longer and with more intensity than I ever had before, soaking my bedding with every ounce of sweat and cum my body had to offer her. But the release was only temporary; then the thoughts of Cynthia's muscular physique invaded my mind again, and I was not yet satisfied. I continued to worship her multiple times until I passed out from exhaustion. My initiation as a voyeur was over. The old saying goes "be careful what you ask for, because you just might get it". Ever since I had noticed girls, I had wished that one would move in next door to me. One who was pretty and might even be my girlfriend. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine something like this would happen! I even joked with a friend when he moved out, asking him what kind of family was moving into his house. He said he didn't know. And I joked that "maybe it will be some hot babe who sunbathes in her string bikini all the time". Well, Cyn had shattered the ceiling of how sexy I thought a woman could be. She didn't need a string bikini to be desirable....and she lived NEXT DOOR!! Whatever the case, my priorities shifted that day. They shifted from wanting a fast car, trying to be popular, and my pathetic crush on some skinny girl at school; to sex, sex, and sex. And not just ordinary sex, but the electrifying turn on's I got from watching the amazing, athletic and womanly physique of my muscle bound neighbor...a much older and married woman with two kids! Remember when I said that was the first time I'd spied on Cynthia? Actually that was a lie. There were two times before that one. Times when I resisted the urges the sight of her Body caused. The absolute first time was during one of those warm Southern Spring cloudbursts. The kind that, when I was a kid, my friends and I played in; having floating stick races in the gutters of our suburban streets. I was older when I was daydreaming, sitting on my bed looking out the window, during one of those rainy days. Suddenly I saw this incredible woman dashing down the street wearing a blue one piece swimsuit. She had the neighbor kids with her, and was out playing in the rain. The woman moved with incredible grace among the tropical green of our little suburbia. She had a fantastic body! Quickly I jumped off my bed and rummaged for my little used binoculars for a closer look. By the time I got back to the window she was gone. I sure hoped the Sanders' hired that babysitter again! Later that evening Cyn stopped by the house to visit with my mom. I was having a snack in the kitchen and overheard Cyn saying what a great time she'd had playing in the rain that afternoon. So it was her! I couldn't believe I was checking out the new neighbor lady...the lady who was married with kids...who was more than twice my age! Yuk! I must have been using the better half of my imagination to think that this 'older' mother could ever look good in a bathing suit. I must be some kind of weirdo. Housewives in their 30's with kids are not supposed to be sexy....my mother is a housewife. "It's OK, Cris", I thought to myself, "You'd jump to look at anything in a swimsuit. Your hormones just made a mistake." But the more I thought about it the more ashamed I became, because I just couldn't stop thinking about that image of the neighbor lady's shapely form. An image I must have imagined. The next time I would watch her, and see if I thought she was attractive. The very next day I saw Mrs. Sanders out on the street, and I grabbed my now handy binoculars for a look. I peered out my window as Cyn walked in my direction, intent on passing through the 50 foot space of yard between the sides of our houses...and right by my window! The typical bright Georgia sun shone down on my neighbor as she walked. I inspected Cynthia more closely this time, desperately wanting to prove my imagination wrong. She was now magnified seven times by the optics so I could see every flaw. But she had no flaws. Her small amount of form fitting clothing showed off a Body that I began to realize had not been imagined. Mrs. Sanders was wearing blue leather clogs; the tiniest navy blue cotton running shorts I had ever seen; and a skin tight striped top that displayed, among other things, a pair of small but proud, unrestrained breasts. Most of her skin was visible, however, and the smooth flesh I saw was toned and shapely. It seemed to hang off her bones and then balloon up!...swelling into taut, bulging mass!! Even the slightest movement made her musculature change; solidifying here while yielding there. Mostly I was struck by her legs. "Boy!" I thought "Her shorts are really short!"; and "Gee, her legs sure are...oh my god, look at her thighs flex!!" I had never seen so much shapely muscle on a woman...or anyone for that matter. Mrs. Sanders had the biggest muscles I had EVER seen!! Thunder thighs. That's what I immediately thought of when I saw Cynthia's legs. I had heard the term before, but I really never knew what it meant. I still didn't, but I applied it to the heaving muscularity her legs possessed. I imagined it must mean thighs so muscular, that when the muscles flexed to attention, the air around them would compress creating a thunder clap!! Or perhaps it was the unyielding force pushing her clogs into the ground, causing the earth to shake with each step!! She passed by my window, and then bent over at the waist to pull out a piece of crab grass or something. The teeny shorts now failed miserably to cover the largest muscle on that Body. Her uncovered, athletic rear was pointed almost directly at me, but at just enough of an angle to see the profile of those incredible legs. She was less than 25 feet from me, and I was still looking through the binoculars...skin filled the lenses!! Perfect skin that covered round powerful bumps which I had never noticed before today. I was embarrassed. I knew I was seeing things I shouldn't be seeing, but all of my will power could not prevent me from inspecting all of that hard, lumpy flesh. I was confused. Muscles of any size were usually a manly thing, but there they were, just swelling from beneath this woman's generously exposed tanned skin. All the girls I knew at school avoided lifting weights because they didn't want muscles on their bodies. Their attitude made me feel that no woman would want muscles, and that no guy should want a woman with muscles. But Cyn's skimpy clothing indicated that she was certainly comfortable with this Body, and confident in it's exposure. Indeed, with her almost self assured strut and scanty attire, she seemed proud of it, and proud of those shapely bulges! Curiosity made me inspect her further. Certainly if she was proud of her Body, it must be OK for me to admire it as well. I began to think. With all of those muscles, she could probably beat me up!! She could beat my whole family.... no, the whole neighborhood up!!!! She could do any thing she wanted, and there was no way I, or anyone, could stop her!! She was stronger, smarter and better than me....and she was a girl!! I found myself weirdly excited by that thought. Unable to control my reactions any further, I admittedly found the strength in this athletic physique very erotic, more so than anything else I had ever witnessed! Although, at this young age, I had little clue what erotic meant. But what did that make me, a guy finding myself turned on by a woman's muscles? Turned on at the thought of Mrs. Sanders pinning my skinny boy body to the ground with her bulging strength and....raping me!!?? I stared more intently at her, hoping to unravel this sexual puzzle. Hoping that I could come to terms with the flood of new and freakish fantasies the sight of Cyn's muscular Body stimulated in my imagination! Cynthia was so close that I almost thought I could touch her! I was dying to touch her, massage her, feel her...to see if that flesh was as hard as it looked!! That Body had to be an illusion...all of those rippling muscles...their solid and strong swells and cuts. It just seemed impossible that so much sexuality and strength could coexist!! Cynthia stood up, tossed the offending weed aside, casually fixed the shorts scrunched up on her rump, and pressed on to her back porch. Impossible, yet how could my eyes lie? Cyn's provocative outfit left little to my imagination...which was being totally rearranged at the moment. Her powerful buttocks, her muscular legs, her small waist, broad shoulders, strong arms, and that controllingly sexual, confident stride...all hurled themselves against my brain with the force of a ton of bricks as she strutted across the lawn. No, the Body I had seen yesterday the rain had not been imagined...it was beyond what my brain could have even dreamed!! How dare she show off a Body like that one??!! Didn't she know what she was doing, parading her bulging flesh around the neighborhood, dressed like that??!! How could I stop this outrage? Against that obviously superior physique, what could I do about it? Nothing. Suddenly, my frustration began to swell into my underpants, and I realized what was happening to me. It was as if my eyelids had been peeled back, and I now saw Cynthia for the first time. I couldn't believe it! I could not believe that my neighbor...my mom's friend...was stimulating me like this! Putting the binoculars down I watched as she walked away. My legs were rubber and I fell to my knees in a mixture of excitement, submission, and embarrassment. The neighbor lady had dropped a sexual bombshell, and the world as I knew it was evaporating around me. I began taking short, desperate breaths. "Oh, Cynthia!", I half whispered, half thought. "Mrs. Sanders... you are so hot! Your shorts were sooo tight, and sooo very short... and your legs... oh my god, YOUR MUSCLES!!" Those were the first times...I swear it. After my steamy description of her, you might think any male would have noticed her immediately. Cynthia was a nice friend to me, though. I could tell she was a different type of mom when I first met her. She was the only adult who would talk to me as an equal. She was interested in what I had to say, and assumed I was destined for great things. I knew she was an attractive older lady with her dark hair, beautiful mouth, sky blue eyes, high cheekbones, razor sharp mind, and unassuming charm; but sex never entered into my mind before this. My friends where different, though. Rich and Joel lived on the other side of her, and were constantly trying to get her attention. One day Rich had separated from us and was on the sidewalk talking to her as me and his brother walked on the street. "...and I can do seven one handed pushups..." Rich bragged to Cyn. Joel commented to me, "There he is showing off again. I wish he wouldn't be so obvious about it." "Showing off to who...Mrs. Sanders??!! He likes her? Joel, she's married...and old!" I shot back. The Carson boys are weirdos...I decided that right then. Or there was the time my friend Mike was in my room, and was looking at Cyn with my binoculars, sitting on the sidewalk with one of her kids. She was wearing a very short, denim tennis skirt, and a white ribbed tank top. But then she was only the nice "new" neighbor lady'. Mike always had some stupid theory about how Mrs. Sanders wasn't really married, or some other crap. Perhaps to relieve his guilty conscience. "Mrs. Sanders sure has a lot of muscles for a woman", he commented suspiciously. "It's kind of weird. I don't think I could go for that." He didn't sound too sure of himself. His voice was quivering with excitement now. "Ooooh myyyyy gawd. Check ouuuut those muscles." He murmured. "They're just so....." His voice drifted off somewhere between being amazed and speechless. That said, he just kept on staring at Cyn, obviously with no intention of stopping. "What are you doing!!??" I shouted when I realized what he was up to. She must have heard me though the open window since she looked up and immediately left. "Oh darn, she caught me tryin' to look up her dress!" Mike said in his heavy Carolina accent. I was terrified that Mrs. Sanders would inform my parents that I was the neighborhood pervert. Talking about an older married lady like that...and spying on her with my binoculars!! That Johnston boy was a freak also, but then that was common knowledge. All of that was before I too noticed Cynthia's Beautiful Body. There was that first time in the rain, and then the time after that. The next time I wouldn't get turned on. She was Mrs. Sanders, my neighbor... the married lady with two kids. The lady whose husband takes me to ball games. The lady who's friends with my mom for heckssake! This was a phase, a fluke. I wouldn't let it happen this time, and things would go back to the way they were. I must have imagined it all...or my mind made her seem better than she was. I replayed the images I remembered from the binoculars. There was NO WAY the neighbor lady could have been THAT stimulating. I'd spy on her again, find some flaw with my reasoning...some reason why she was not as hot as those willowy girls I'd wanted before. But as I watched Cyn unload groceries that day, I knew things would never be the same. She was just as amazing, if not more so. Months went by. The more I watched her the more amazing she became...the more I thought about how great she was to hang out with, the more amazing she became! I then discovered what drew my friends into ignoring morality. What drew them to gawk uncontrollably at this married woman. Now I too stared, chancing certain persecution and unimaginable reprimand to glimpse Cynthia's physique. What I wanted for myself, what I wanted in a woman, how I saw women altogether....all of that changed. They were no longer these frail, helpless, and weak things that needed to be saved from dragons and such. A "real" woman was like Cyn: athletic, powerful, beautiful, smart, and supremely sexy, capable of saving herself from a few dragons!! She was confident in her sexuality...in the physical and erotic power her body contained, and was not shy about letting the world know that! To her sexuality was not something to be ashamed of, but natural and even flaunted. That Body was the thing that gave this new woman of my dreams the confidence to effortlessly control her world. Although I would see this woman in many other places, Cyn was their model....the mold that was pressed into my mind, and my neighbor's perfection was what all others would be compared to. I spent countless (and I mean countless!) hours locked in my room, ignoring homework and social life, waiting for Cynthia's Body to appear. I could not help but watch her...hoping that one day this mysterious obsession would end as quickly as it had begun. Cyn became the subject of many, many fantasies. Always defeating the heat with the smallest amount of clothing imaginable...without being too obscene. Certainly a body without a mind is not much, and it's the mind that makes a body sexy. Cyn had been gifted in both areas, and I worshiped her entire being. But then there was that Body...a Perfect Body I was obsessed with seeing. It was there that my young nature laid its focus. Her muscles pushed against seams and bulged through fabric. She looked magnificent in the cloths that other women would look drab, (or ridiculous) in. Every time I saw her, saw her powerful tanned Body, it would hold me fascinated. I would watch until I could hold back no longer, the sight her shamelessly displayed muscular flesh playing over and over in my head as I orgasmed until I was exhausted. I made every effort I could to defy these urges Cynthia's physique created, but before long, even the sound of her voice excited me! The more I tried to hold back, the less I was able to control myself. She crushed every bit of resistance I could muster! Just when I had convinced myself to never fantasize about the married neighbor mom again, she would appear. Somehow, those shorts seemed shorter, her body harder, or her clothing tighter...and all of my resolve crumbled in the face of those perfectly powerful muscles . My life turned into a vicious circle of guilt, flimsy resolve, uncontrollable lust, and unimaginable pleasure. The less I was able to control myself when I watched, or even thought about her, the more excited I became! I would always swear to never do it again; but when I saw her my awakened, monstrous libido just seemed to take control. Did she ever find out about my lusty crush? I could never be sure, but I'd be foolish to say that she didn't know. I can recall the first time I involuntarily gave my self away. Not long after the "groceries" episode, she wandered by for a visit with her two kids, and we began talking. She was talking away like we used to, but now she had the Body.... I began to notice, as much as I tried to focus on the conversation, that she was rocking back and forth. Not for me, but to sooth the child she was holding. While she was moving, her gorgeous, muscular thighs would swell and relax rhythmically. One child's leg was pulling up the rear of her short shorts as it clung to her hip, unable to dent her solid midsection! The other was standing next to her beneath its sibling, hanging on to her bulging thigh...head resting on the now exposed skin of Cyn's buttocks!! My neighbor's baby muscles were swollen, the sleeves of her skin tight top unable to contain the sexy mounds. The material had scrunched up on her shoulder as those peaking biceps pushed it aside. I now noticed the imposing sexuality she presented. I was leaning against the washing machine in our garage. I felt the flood gates of uncontrolled excitement open, and the blood charge to my crotch. Oh Shit...what could I do??!! I couldn't leave, or she'd definitely notice! My underwear was tight trying to contain the thing, so I hopped up on the washer, and sat hunched over. All the while trying to act interested in what we were talking about. Subconsciously I'd let my mouth drop open, and out came those pants of air caused by the deep pounding of my excited heart. I noticed it about the same time she did...mouth open, panting, eyes glued to her legs. I looked at Cyn with what must have been a look of utter shame, blushing horribly. All the sudden she stopped in mid sentence, made some polite excuse (have to get dinner ready, et all) and we said a quick good bye. I rushed to my room, wondering what it would be like to be that kid with my arms filled with her strong thigh and head resting on that hard round mass of tanned muscle! The thought of Cyn lifting weights in a gym drove me absolutely insane! I couldn't begin to imagine her improving that Body beyond what it was. Somehow I heard that she was joining the new fitness center that had opened in town. The mere image of that physique moving weights...her Body erupting and straining under the load...wowing people in the gym with her ability...sparked incredible fantasies!! I dreamed up plans to try to "run into her" at the gym while she was working out. I decided against it, fearing I would pass out from all of the excitement. It was probably a good decision! At about that time, I wondered what it would be like if I had muscles like those on Mrs. Sanders. I had been especially struck by her abs when I first got a good look at them (see below), and began doing endless sit-ups every day...five sets of 100 in quick succession. I started "working out", as if I had any idea what that meant! Maybe Cyn would notice my "muscles". A couple of months later Cyn wandered by for a visit one evening. Me, Cynthia, and my mom were talking in the family room when my mom commented that I had been exercising a lot. 500 sit-ups a day for eight weeks (among other things), you bet I had been exercising a lot!! I was pretty proud of myself. One thing led to another and Cynthia and I were eventually involved in a sit-up contest. It was who could do fifty the fastest, and I was overjoyed that I would now have a opportunity to impress Cyn with some feat of strength. When my mom said "Go!" we began...and to my amazement Cynthia was easily winning!! I had never seen anyone do sit-ups like that, and she ran away with the victory handing me what could only be described as a thrashing! When I finally finished, I looked at her, stunned. Mrs. Sanders just looked back at me, smirking. Blue eyes twinkling, her expression seemed to say, "Nice effort, little boy, but did you really think you could ever beat me?" I may never know what she thought of all of this, but I may not be going too far out on a limb if I said I thought she may have enjoyed it a little bit. Putting my self in her place, with her body, my ego would have soaked up all of that admiration. But then, that's me....that's me hoping a woman like Cyn would even think about this scrawny boy other than when we were talking. Little things made me wonder, though..... There was the time when Cyn, me, and my mother met outside doing yard work. Somehow Cynthia brought the conversation around to her going to the beach or something... "Oh Carroll, I bought this wonderful new bikini, but Ted won't let me wear it in public. I guess he thinks it's too small!" Cynthia then shot me, (staring at her with eyes as wide as saucers), a hidden glance with a very sexy, knowing smile. My mother, who bordered on the nation's biggest prude, had no doubt been wondering what her son was doing locked in his room so much. Mom's face darkened while Cyn merrily continued talking about this or that. Oh my goodness! How small was too small that she couldn't wear it in public??!!! My imagination went wild! I tried to calm myself, but it was no use, and I excused my self before my erupting penis became too noticeable! For months nothing occupied my mind but the thought of her showing off that Body on the beach, clad in that "too tiny" bikini...her taut physique dark and glistening with oil, exposed to the limits of my imagination...men having to run into the ocean at the mere sight of her...but mostly at the thought of Mrs. Sanders being bold enough...confident enough...to tease me to an erection, right there in front of my mother! Did I ever see Cynthia in a bikini? Oh yes!!!! Maybe only about six times, but I remember every one! She looked incredible!! Once, she was talking to Rich and Joel's dad who lived on the other side of Cyn, while I was gawking through my binoculars. Cyn had her back to me, and Mr. Carson was talking to (and most likely gawking at) her in the Sanders' front yard. Cyn's back V'ed up from her narrow, lean waist to her round wide shoulders. Her back was undoubtably strong and very sensuous. I could see almost all of her shapely legs. Then she stretched, elbows overhead, and the seemingly benign bulges on her back flexed hard!! It was if a pot of water had suddenly come to a boil, and then froze creating a tanned relief on her skin! She was on her toes, legs drawn taut and the bikini bottom painting itself against the tight package of her flexed cheeks. Cyn was looking away in her stretch, and I saw the older man's eyes widen as he stared at The Body Woman in amazement. Barely able to imagine the view he had of her washboard abs, I fully expected him to keel over from excessive excitement. I thought I my heart was going to pound through my chest! My dick was so hard that it ached, complaining that it needed more skin to expand into!! Could I have a heart attack at this age? I had never seen such a physique...on anyone anywhere. As Cyn looked back down at him, Mr. Carson made a pitiful attempt to act normal. I wonder what he thought about the next time he had sex with his wife? Cynthia seemed to own the entire neighborhood with that incredible Body! Then there was the time she appeared outside my window, trimming the shrubs up against her house, wearing red clogs, and loose fitting half shirt...and her bikini bottom. I thanked Cyn worshipfully under my breath as I watched that well formed rump stretch the white fabric this way and that, while her quads and calves hardened and relaxed with each and every move she made. I saw the large bulging thighs taper up and attach to her toned, slim waist. Washboard abdominals revealed themselves above her little bikini bottom as she reached up. This was the first time I had ever really had a close look at abdominals on her or anybody! Tight, rippling lumps froze up and down her tummy. But that was hardly a tummy, it was more like a sheet of armor! It just blew me away that anyone could have muscles there! Meanwhile biceps, triceps, and shoulders shot up, flexing to meet the challenge of moving the clippers. I cracked the window ever so slightly as to watch her while I was lying naked under my sheets, slowly bringing myself to the inevitable powerful climax. I was in heaven, watching her very exposed body glisten and flex underneath the Georgia sun...when suddenly, out of nowhere, my mother appeared banging on my window!!! "Cristoph Leyven! Get out of there!!" she blurted in her nasal voice of authority. I ducked out of sight. She was pounding so hard on my window, I was sure she'd break the glass. Oh Shit. I slid off the bed and was motionless until I was sure she was gone, and then peered out as she walked away with two of the older neighborhood women. How tactless and humiliating! Cynthia remained, trimming bushes in her skimpy outfit, as though nothing had happened. I envied and loved her indifference to my mother's Puritan outbursts. I jumped up and tried to calm myself, thinking up ways to try to convince my mother she was mistaken. But she knew. She knew I was masturbating whenever I saw the married, well muscled, woman next door. I abstained from my spying for a few days, a minor miracle in itself! But when I saw Cynthia and her Body weeding the border grass along the sidewalk, my hormones and want of her pushed aside all inhibitions of discovery. Besides the house was empty, and Cyn was crouched on her haunches wearing a new pair of skimpy shorts! They were just as short and tight as the rest, but were a glistening red nylon with three snaps down each side. The snaps led up to the side of her muscular butt. The fabric wrinkled from the strain of where they joined together. Thighs flexing as she moved sideways. The skin of her shapely derriere touching the heels of her clogs when she paused at a spot. Occasionally bending over with her chest on her knees...revealing hard, golden, round muscle. Then she squat down again with the back of the shorts still resting on the peak of her glutes. Her thighs flattened and bulged as they pressed against her calves causing them to expand...... then two of the three snaps popped open under the stress!!!! Oh my god oh my god oh my god!!!!! She didn't seem to notice or care that her beautiful upper thigh was now only one snap away from showing off the side of her perfect rear!!! How far up were her tan lines?! What kind of panties did she wear??!! I tried with every ounce of will power I could muster to hold off to see what would happen. I KNEW what would happen, and I couldn't stand it any further!!! The frustration of three or four days restraint had been building inside me. Primal instincts took over, and I creamed my pants. But images of her still didn't leave me and, working my underpants over the huge boner, I jumped in bed and continued. I couldn't stop thinking about how Cynthia's tanned, bulging flesh popped the snaps on her new teeny shorts!!! I dozed off, not for minutes, but much longer. Suddenly I awoke to my mother picking the lock to my door. She burst in asking "What's going on in here?!" and other such stuff. Then she told me to "get dressed, and get out into the living room for a talk", and left me alone. When I got out into the living room, she began talking, then chastising me, and finally accusing me of the heinous crime of fantasizing about Mrs Sanders. I was in tears. I had never felt so humiliated in my entire life...ever. I felt so inadequate and wimpy that I wasn't actually having sex with a woman...that I had to resort to this. It seemed as if all of my friends had been laid already. I wondered about my sexuality, being excited over Cyn's muscular physique, instead of those girls in Playboy my friends liked. My mother then demanded to know "what parts of a woman got me excited?" I knew that she was trying to get me to admit to being turned on by Cynthia's amazing, muscular rear, (and legs and arms and breasts and back and...). But I answered in tears "I don't know, all parts". I refused to give away the embarrassing fact of how Mrs. Sanders' muscles excited me so much. Just about then, there was a knock at the door, and when answered, Cynthia walked in. She was still wearing what little clothing she had on when I had spied on her moments before. I couldn't help but look at her shapely glutes. All three snaps were undone! I took one look up at her and sobbed even harder. There was the woman I loved seeing me totally humiliated...all because of this crazy obsession I had for her body. I was so ashamed to be having these thoughts about her when I could never have her...when I could not bring my self to stop thinking about her like I was. I wished there was someone else that I found as physically exciting...someone else I could want besides her...but there wasn't. Believe me I had looked! No one was like Cyn, no woman came close to being a sexy and athletic as her. Now the time of reckoning had come. I was sure that I'd been set up by both of them; Cyn had found out and was disgusted with me. So now that prudish mother of mine had brought in her star witness to further strip me of my dignity. But Cyn took one look at my tears, and made a polite exit. I vowed to never, never to fantasize about Cynthia's Body ever again. A few days later I was laying down on my bed, and suddenly found myself outside. Cynthia was walking towards me with a stern, penetrating look on her face, wrapped in a white robe. I ran away but fell at her feet, unable to move. I was shaking with fear and lust. Cyn stopped, stood over me, and opened her robe. Her powerful, naked body had no tan lines. I woke up, and my church pants were ruined. It's a good thing we had just returned from services. But this was not my fault...I couldn't help it. I was still keeping my word not to spy on her and think about her. I could control this. Never again, I thought. Never lasted about one week. I remember the day I just surrendered, and stopped fighting my obsession with her. Me and our neighbor on the other side, a nice older woman, were talking in my front yard when Cyn came over to join us. She was wearing those stimulatingly tight and tiny light brown short shorts, and a form fitting top...the shorts that I first "noticed" her unloading groceries in quite some time ago. I tried not to notice her Body, and focus on her face instead. The conversation of neighborly small talk went on, and I thought that I might survive. I had avoided her up until today. This was my big test. Then Mrs. Jones commented that she didn't know how Cyn did it all. Keeping up with her kids and carrying them around all the time. Then she said something like "Gee, Cyn, those children are getting awfully big, carrying them around must sure take a lot of strength." Cyn responded by pushing back her sleeves and holding out both of her arms to her side, making fists, then drawing them in towards her head. My eyes widened as her shoulders hardened! Then two perfect, large, round peaks popped up from beneath her skin with a sensual splendor!! They kept growing for what seemed like an eternity. At each point I thought they would cease rising, the lumps just kept pushing skyward, until finally they stopped. Her muscles peaked above her arms, taller than I could have dared imagined! The tanned flesh was shiny and made a shade lighter where the biceps stretched the skin above them. A single vein ran over the top of each one. It was as if she were balancing eggs on her arms. I couldn't believe my eyes!!! Before I had only seen the hint of how large her biceps were. The gentle bulge as they carried babies or grocery bags. But here Cyn was, purposefully making them erupt with all their amazing size and strength!!!! Cynthia had puffed out her chest, obviously naked beneath the thin fabric of her top, causing the hard nipples of her breasts to push upward and forward, almost as if showing off her muscles had aroused her. On her back, bumps pressed up against her shirt. I then realized that her entire body was flexed!!...thighs expanded, calves bulged. Her awesome rear was pushed out slightly and the small amount of threadbare fabric was smoothed over it...except for the dimples on the sides which were stretched as tight as drum heads! I was sure today was the day that those teeny shorts were finally going to rip away!!! Striking a commanding pose, she seemed half joking, half proud as she said to us "Go ahead, feel them!". Mrs. Jones pinched one biceps and I the other. I couldn't believe my ears!! Trying to act cool, I moved my trembling hand over to her arm, barely able to place my fingers on top of the bulge and my thumb below. It looked even larger with my hand on it. I was polite at first. Then I realized this might be my only chance to touch and test what I was admiring from afar, so I squeezed harder...really hard. But her body was mature, lean, and developed; and the muscle refused to give way. She was indeed as solid as she looked! It was absolutely the hardest flesh I had ever felt. "Oh my goodness...Cyn!" the old lady exclaimed with obvious admiration and surprise. "Wow." I stammered, trying to act as if I'd never noticed them before. I traced my finger over the peak and reluctantly removed my hand. Mrs. Sanders must have felt my fruitless squeeze, or noticed my lingering touch, and gave me a knowing, tight lipped smile. The inevitable erection was creeping up my belly, hidden behind my untucked T-shirt. I barely kept myself from shaking, but my heart was pounding ferociously. Cyn relaxed the pose, and I found myself stealing glances at her Body once more. The gathering ended shortly afterwards with one of Cyn's kids calling her. All her muscles jiggled and hardened with each graceful bound as she raced to the toddler's call. No movement she made escaped me. All guilt and shame left me at that moment. I still cared what Cynthia thought of me, because I was in love with her. I had this fear of her finding out about my dishonorable obsession, and out of disgust she would never talk to me again. That was the only guilt that I had, so I started this crazy idea that maybe she liked me too. And maybe she liked the feeling she got when she paralyzed me with this lust that I could not control or comprehend. But I ceased to care if she was married, and I didn't care if my mom knew. I didn't even care if I would burn in Hell...it was worth it! Helplessly I hobbled into my room, thinking about that hard, exposed, perfect muscular Body...about the impossibility of ever mentally or physically resisting her. Finally submitting to that sexual power she held over me excited me even further!! I realized then that she owned me and she owned my libido, and that was all there was to it. I was her's forever. My mother must have known I was still at it. I think that all of the other neighbor women were having the same problem with their sons, and perhaps their husbands. All of them locked in their room gawking at Cynthia's Body. I think that the MASC (or Mothers Against Sexy Cynthia, as I called them) had some sort of weird meeting with her in my house. The National Prude was no doubt leading the witch hunt, as I was no doubt the worst offender. I was sitting in my room thinking about Cyn (since I'd seen her strut that Body over to my house), as I listened them talk to her. Just a bunch of jealous, flabby prudes who wished they could wear what Cyn wore, and get all of the attention. I'm sure if one of them had a figure like my heroine, nothing would have ever been said. It was cruel of them, making her feel guilty for being so beautiful. If I were Cyn, I would have told them all to stuff it, and I'd wear whatever I wanted to. If they didn't like those terms, she'd beat them up; and that those fatties should hit the gym if they had a problem with it. But Cyn's not that type, and was kind in bowing to her neighbor's insecurities. She wore oversized T-shirts for a while to try to conceal her pert breasts, lean waist, shapely arms, beautiful rear, and powerful legs. I wanted all of MASC dead when I realized what had transpired. I was mowing the lawn soon after, and Cyn was out there too...scantily clad as was normal for her on hot days. She was edging her lawn along with help from my mother. To me there was nothing on this earth more beautiful than the sight of Cyn in her summer cloths! The enormous muscles of her thighs erupting beneath sun tanned skin, her breasts bouncing as she vigorously moved the hand powered edger back and forth, the way Cynthia's muscular arms filled with blood as they worked, and of course, the anticipation of when her dimpled glutes would finally push those tight and tiny shorts aside to reveal themselves. The two of them must have noticed me sneaking glances at her, or did they see something else, like the long bulge in my pants? ...but Cyn went into her house and came out wearing one of her husband's large T-shirts. I was totally sunk. It was too late, anyway...for me at least. I knew what was under there, and she only had to show it for a fraction of a second to remind me of her superior Body; to remind me of the images of perfection that I would never forget. I think Cynthia liked to show off her Body, for whatever reason. The MASC had embarrassed her into not doing it...at least very often. Occasionally I'd see her dressed in skimpy cloths, usually when it first got really hot out, but not as often as she did for those first two years. I think just to prove she still "had it", Cyn would appear wearing nearly nothing. Her muscular flesh tanned from the beach and bulging from the gym, she would casually do yard work...while, hidden in their houses, a collection of pitiful, scrawny white collar suburban boys and men gawked uncontrollably, masturbating, and celebrating the return of Cynthia Sanders' powerful, glistening Body. Cyn did this not often enough for MASC to complain, but enough to let those prudes know that she was still in control. Later, after I left town for college, I returned home on Spring Break during my senior year. I went over to visit the old neighborhood. Cyn was there; I was sitting in my car talking to her, and I commented that she was in great shape. Which she was...possessing the body of a 19 year old who worked out. It was hot. I guess with us boys all grown up and gone, she had gone back to dressing for the weather!! Oh my goodness teeny pink nylon dolfin running shorts and a white University of Georgia half shirt!!! She began to tell me that she had been in the gym using the Cybex machines regularly. "I can easily work out with the whole stack (over 200 pounds!!) on the quad lift machine. I guess that's my claim to fame." She modestly bragged. I chanced a glance at her generously exposed, bulging thighs. Looking back up at her, Cyn just smiled. She KNEW where I my eyes had been! "Well, you sure look like you're in great shape...how old are you now?" I asked gingerly (you know, never ask a woman her age). "Forty two!" Cyn answered matter of factly, almost boastfully. "Wow, come here and let me feel your muscles" I said playfully, (older and bolder now, I guess). With that said, she seemed to put on a little show! Cyn flexed her arms, her stomach, and her thighs!! For me!!!!! She looked as solid as a rock, and her flesh rippled with the strength I had so often admired!! I almost fainted, but what she did next, I'll never forget. Cynthia, (I swear), strut over to the car, and let me touch and caress the results of her workouts as proof positive. Thighs, arms, stomach. I prayed she would let me touch her rear as it was just inches from me. I felt like I was fifteen again, dumbfounded at the sight of this incredibly athletic woman. She must have noticed my uncontrollable erupting reaction to those muscles as she leaned into the car and gave me a kiss...it seemed to spread through my entire body. Mrs. Sanders then, as if to show off to me even more, took off in a near sprint back to her house, before I could try to convince her to stay longer.............I watched her well conditioned form as it left my view. Muscles still erupting beneath skimpy cloths. Even after eight years, the woman of my dreams was still a reality.