Upstairs seduction By Cris Leyven The muscular Cynthia seduces a boy next door. (Mrs. Sanders Fantasy #1) It was a warm November Georgia Indian Summer afternoon, on a weekend, and me, my mother and father are doing nothing in particular around the kitchen. The day before, my father had yelled at and threw things at my mother for no apparent reason. A common occurrence for my slightly psychotic old man. My kid sister was staying out of the house as much as possible today because of the fight, and was down the street at her friend's house. My father is a rather slight man who dominates with his ferocious anger. Because he gets his way like this, I think he believes himself to be rather physically strong as well. In truth, he is an academic who is more at home in books rather than the gym. His old world macho ways insist that he dominate over all women. One thing seems to nag at him though, the neighbor lady. Our quiet suburbia was set on its ear when she moved in with her family some months ago. Why? Because this new lady is incredibly athletic! I couldn't help but notice the well muscled body moving beneath her summer dress as our families first met. Since then, my father has also noticed Cyn's powerful build, and has repeatedly challenged her to an arm wrestling match....I guess to prove to himself that he can overcome this threat to his masculinity. Cyn has always politely refused. Today Cyn has come over to stock her hidden stash of family Christmas gifts. She is in her usual hot weather outfit....very tight light brown short shorts, red leather clogs, and her body hugging top made of thin fabric. I do my best not to obviously admire her physique as she makes conversation with my parents. Cynthia Sanders lives next door to me, is married with two kids, is in her mid thirties, and has the most incredible body I have ever set eyes upon! She is short, but doesn't look it. She is well muscled yet still extremely feminine. I am doing my utmost to not let my desires control my eyes...right in front of my parents! Her ass is just so tight, though, and the shorts hide nothing! That shirt might as well have been body paint!! My god, she was beautiful, powerful, and sensuous. I have wondered many times what it would be like to touch, caress, and massage that body. Her muscles are bulging, and she comments that she has just returned from the gym. Upon hearing this, my father once again tries to prod Cyn into an arm wrestling match.............. "Come on, Cynthia. Just this once. I won't hurt you." My father urges in his Spanish accent. "No Carlos, I know you'll win. It's stupid to try. After all, you are a man. There's no way I'd beat you" Cyn responds, laughing politely, with her stock answer. "Just go on, Cyn. He'll never stop pestering you if you don't. It's all he talks about." My mother chimes in, obviously wanting my father's embarrassing requests to end as soon as possible. " OK, Carlos. Let's see what you've got." Cyn said, with a rare touch of annoyance. And with that, the neighbor lady pushed up her right sleeve, and put her elbow down on the kitchen counter. I think that the sight of Cynthia's muscular arm, freshly pumped from the gym, may have given dad a moment of regret. He followed her lead, rolled up his sleeve, and put his thin arm and elbow on the counter across from hers. I was on the couch, watching Cyn from behind as she leaned into the counter, one powerful leg behind the other, braced for the challenge. Her arm was so obviously more muscular than dad's, I knew right then who was going to win! This excited me beyond belief!! My mother was playing the referee, as my father and Cynthia gripped hands. I sat on the couch with a huge boner, unable to move. I couldn't believe this was happening! My mom gave a three count and then a "go!" and the match commenced. Cyn's biceps swelled to an incredible size as my father tried fruitlessly to move her arm. At first he tried to make it look like he wasn't making much effort, and smiled at Cynthia. I couldn't see her face, but I think I heard her casually yawn back at him. Dad's face contorted into a bit more serious expression as he pushed harder. The surprise on his face was mounting! Small strained grunts escaped as he now put forth his best effort. He groaned loudly now, obviously surprised at how much force it was going to take to move the woman's arm across from him. Cyn was strained also, though not nearly as much as dad. Her body was tensed and her ass and legs flexed to brace her self. She looked as though she was not even going to break a sweat, but the veins in her arm became more noticeable with each passing moment. My father on the other hand, was sweating. Now after 30 seconds or so of trying to move Cyn's arm, he saw nothing happen. Nothing except the bulging female muscles that so handily resisted him. Cyn was obviously determined to leave no doubt as to her physical superiority. She didn't want to win, she just wanted my father to try in vain. Perhaps she was tired of my father picking on my mother and us. Perhaps she just wanted to put my macho father in his place. There was an almost embarrassing silence as he was being physically humiliated. I didn't feel sorry for him, though....I was glad Cyn wasn't being polite. Suddenly in a moment of frustration my father took his second hand, placed it over Cyn's arm, and pulled. Using both arms, he tugged at her with all his strength, and leaning into it with all of his body weight. Even then, he barely managed to bring her to the counter. He was breathing heavily, and looked at her with utter defeat. "I think you may have cheated there, Carlos." Cynthia murmured in a sort of sarcastic tone. "Would you like a rematch?" My father just looked at this physically superior woman, his pitiful macho world crumbling before his eyes. Then Cynthia put the final nail in the coffin. She looked dad in the eye, flexed her biceps muscle, and held it within inches of his face. The egg shaped peak, developed from hours of devotion in the gym was now even larger from the contest. It was swollen to an almost horrific proportion! " You'll never be a match for me, little man. Never." she said bluntly. I was fighting back my orgasm, but a little leaked through, as the numbness spread throughout my body. I quickly untucked my T-shirt to hide the stain. My father didn't answer, and was rubbing his wrist, and my mother was saying things like "See Carlos, Cyn goes to the gym. You should have let it go. What on earth were you trying to prove, anyway?" My father said nothing, and stared at Cyn with exhaustion. "Well, I guess I should do what I came here to do in the first place," Cyn said in a more light hearted tone, "and go stash Christmas gifts! Robbie, could you give me a hand getting these bags up the stairs?" I readily agreed, and we left my parents downstairs as we climbed to the upper part of the house. I followed Cynthia, watching her muscular butt as it propelled her up the stairs. I was almost resting the bag of gifts on the huge bulge in my pants....still hidden behind my shirt. Cynthia and I get along really well. She seems to occupy all of my senses at once. I can never seem to decide to focus on her charming conversation or on that fabulous body. I usually split the difference, checking her out when she wasn't looking; talking with her when she turned to me. I was totally in love with Cyn...now even more so after she put my father in his place. She never had a condescending word for me. She seemed to respect me, yet took care not to bombard my 16 year old senses with too much adult world nonsense. So following Cyn upstairs for a while of talking and gawking was my idea of the perfect day! We found that we had to make some arrangements in one of the attics to fit this batch of gifts in. It was the side attic off of the spare bedroom. It was small and very hot. Within minutes both of us were soaked in our sweat, and it was very apparent that Cyn was naked underneath her top. For a few delicious moments we worked together in the cramped space to move a heavy old desk top. Her body was glistening and tanned. Her musculature was phenomenal! I wondered if we could do this all day long!! Meanwhile we were talking about the usual things. I tried to find out what she was like when she was my age, and she'd tell me. Modestly brushing off impressive accomplishments, and expanding on petty faults. Speaking of expanding, her thighs were expanding inches from my nose, as we contorted ourselves out of the steamy crawl space. I desperately wanted to touch them, and "accidentally" pressed my arm into her solid flesh as we exited into the air-conditioned part of the house. "Sorry" I said when I touched her, as if it were a passing bump. "Don't you have a girlfriend yet?" She seemed to respond to our accidental brush. But, then she would always ask me this question. "No", I said as I sat in a delicate antique chair to rest. "I guess I'm too shy to talk to the girls I really like. I don't know." "So does that mean you don't like me because we're talking right now?" She inquired. Cyn stretched her body, and every sexy muscle bubbled up and hardened under her glowing skin. Her nipples were stimulated by the cold air inside the house. I stared at her small but perfect breasts. I marveled at the power of her well conditioned body. Quickly she looked at me, quicker than she should have. Busted! Caught! Found out! I knew for sure that she knew I wanted her. Maybe other times I might have found a loophole, but now there was none. She continued, though, almost as if she pretended not to notice. "Well?" She playfully demanded, smiling. "Do you like me? Because I know you look at me, like just now..." She stopped. She must have seen my beet red blush. "I'm sorry, Robbie. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Let's talk about something else. How far have you been running these days? I see you out quite a bit." Cynthia said, skillfully moving to another subject. She came over and leaned against the guest room bed opposite my chair, and smiled a forgiving smile. "I don't know, about four or five miles a night I guess." My voice still shaky from the roller coaster ride of lust and embarrassment. "But my mom thinks I smoke pot when I run. I just push myself so hard that I come in out of breath. I guess she thinks that is somehow related to smoking dope. It's stupid." "It's a good feeling, though," she responded, "when you push yourself at exercise. I know I enjoy my workouts more when I push hard. I'm not sure if I'm getting the results I want. Like my legs, for instance," She moved closer to me. "Do you think my calves are too large?" Cyn was about a foot from my chair, toe pointed into the ground, back to me and looking over her shoulder with a genuinely inquisitive look that ended with the word âlarge'. Her left calve was swollen in a posed flex. My cock was throbbing, inching down the leg of my shorts at the sight of her rippling flesh. I had no underwear on to contain it. I couldn't move, fearing a discovery more embarrassing than the secret glance a moment ago. I was stuck where I was at. She didn't give me a chance to answer. "I mean, feel them, Roberto. What do you think? Go ahead! Feel my legs!" I reached down and politely pinched, then squeezed a hand full of rock solid calf muscle. "Or how about my quads. Sometimes I think they are way oversized, and that I'm working them out too much." She proceeded to turn and profile me, tensing her incredible, massive thighs. "Feel that!" She said, but now her voice was almost boastful. She took my trembling hand and placed it on her upper leg. "...And how about my gluteus, my ass?" She said flexing her posterior while my hand had hardly spent enough time where it was. "Feel that!" she said as if she were a third person impressed with the tight package she possessed. Cyn motioned for my other hand to explore this part of her anatomy. I responded to her direction. My erection was sticking out the end of my shorts, and I could feel fluid cooling as it dripped down its swollen head. Cyn paused, and started where she left off. "I know you watch me Robbie." She said soothingly. Do you think I have an athletic body? Do you like touching me?" This time she waited for an answer. Her ass was still in my left hand and her thigh was against my right palm. She was rocking back and forth and I felt her flesh expand in my hands. "Yes." I answered almost robotically, trying to be cool in this pool of molten lava I was in. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You are so hard..so muscular!!" "Do you want to see more of this body? I was tanning myself at the beach the other day. See if you can find my tan lines...go on. Here..." And she put my hand at the bottom of those tight short shorts. I'd never seen them this close before, and the fabric itself was almost thread bare. They were so tight and well worn, it was a wonder they never ripped. I began to push them up.....up..........up revealing inch after inch of her tanned, shapely upper thigh. I was almost at her waist when I found the thin white line! Boldly I moved her around and went searching for the forbidden lines that told me how much of her muscular rear the sun had seen. Further and further I pushed the flimsy fabric towards her waist. Again, a seemingly endless landscape of tanned feminine skin was exposed before my young eyes!! Slowly, high on the top of her beautiful, perfect rump, white began to appear. I closed my eyes and dropped my head. Another second of this and I would have cum right there! "Ohhhhh! Ohhh Cyn!" I moaned worshipfully. She began to unzip my shorts, and my erection flung out like a jack in the box. "Wow!" She said surprised. "You are just SO hard!" My brain now realized what was up, but I was too excited to be scared. Instinctively I knew what I had to do, but one last ounce of guilt invaded my mind. "What about my parents?" I asked, hastily. "Don't worry, I'll handle them." Cyn said coolly and confidently. She then took her hand off me and slowly began removing her short shorts, and stepped out of them easily. She now wore the sinful red bikini that had blocked the sun from almost nowhere on her amazing body. Pulling the crotch to one side, she revealed herself and straddled the chair where I sat, trembling with pure ecstasy. Slowly she lowered herself onto my stiff cock, sinking deeper with each stroke. I could feel her muscles grip me and pull me up when she rose. Her hands were on the back of the chair, and her breasts were in my face. The salty cloth of her shirt aroused me further, and I pinched and squeezed the fantastic form that was fucking me, feeling her muscular (thighs, ass, calves, back, shoulders, arms, stomach) body, her unstoppable sexual power! At a steady pace she moved with me, and her moans were the final release...we came together almost instantly!!! But I was still erect, and Cynthia continued her assault on me. She was even sweatier now, we both were. I pulled the soaking little top off of her. Suddenly she reached down and grabbed the sides of the chair....then against all odds, lifted me into the air!! Me and the chair were moving up and down like a toy as Cynthia used her gorgeous thighs to lift my penis into her!! I watched as her biceps bulged when she used them to row me and the chair closer, pulling me the last inch up inside her. The chair was pounding against the floor without mercy as Cyn sought her orgasm! Then, the inevitable happened, and my parents opened the guest room door...first my mother then my father looked through the door. "Oh my God!" My mother shrieked. "Carlos, DO SOMETHING!" I tried to squirm away, but Cyn held me firmly and gently, then continued as if no one was there! Then my father came at us, and tried to pull Cyn away from me. Cyn was ready, and with me still in her, she grabbed my father in a one armed head lock. Struggling against her, he could not break free, and she gripped him harder under her arm, and me harder with her vagina. She leaned over and kissed me gently, and threw my father to the ground. Cynthia then rose up from me and flexed both arms to her sides. Her entire physique erupted with power, and she looked at my father. "Get out now." Cynthia said commandingly, her muscles bulging menacingly. My father quickly made for the door. Fresh from two undeniable defeats from Cyn, he scurried like a small animal running for its life. My mother followed him in hysterics. "My goodness, Carlos. Do something. Call the police.....anything!" Cyn then continued her purpose, but I got up, and pushed her onto the bed. She lets me on top of her. All of our cloths have come off, and we writhe together orgasming for hours. Our naked bodies together, her solid adult gym toned one and my lean youthful one. She tosses me around from below as though I weigh nothing. I do what ever she wants without question, as if I would have the physical power to refuse. But I do what she wants because satisfying her arouses me to untold heights. When she is satisfied, she dresses and leaves my house as though nothing has happened....and even when the police question me, nothing happened. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. Forever. Nothing happened.