A Man's Life Looking For An Amazon Goddess
By Kalander, comments & feed back, send to Kalander@aol.com
Finding out just how beautiful and sexy feminine muscle and power can be.



	I found out early in my life, that feminine muscles 
were extremely sexy and an extreme turn on for me.  The idea 
of that much power packed into a sensous and shapely figure 
is just an amazing turn on.  It's not just the vision of 
power that a lady's muscles embody either, it's the fact that 
the lady in question has taken the time and dedication to 
sculpt her body in the first place.  That strength of will is 
almost as much of an aphrodisiac as the vision of her power 
when she flexes the muscles that she has sculpted through 
years of sweat and iron pumping workouts.  This story, is 
begining to a long tale of my encounters with powerfull women 
over the years.  I hope you enjoy it as much as i've enjoyed 
the visions and adventure's ive experianced of the years.

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	At sixteen years of age, a young man is still 
discovering himself and his likes and dislikes.  And I was no 
different.  I often found myself going to watch women's 
sports like gymnastics, soccer, and vollyball instead of 
Football games and baseball games.  I was'nt certain why at 
the time, but I was soon to find out what my natural 
instincts had been trying to tell me.

	On one particular day, I was in the school weight room 
after school getting in my normal workout, when the womens 
gymnastics team entered.  Led by their coach, they were all 
in their leotards for normal practice, but it was obvious 
that they were not here to do any tumbling.  They were all 
talking about which exercises they wanted to try out in 
hushed whispers.  There were a couple other guys in the room 
with me, finishing up their own workouts.  It was a well 
equiped gym, with a wide variety of dumbells, barbells, and 
machines, there was more than enough room for everyone to 
workout without crowding.  I was pretty much finished with my 
workout and decided to start my stretchs.  While I did so, I 
found my eyes drawn to the girls as they went through the 
exercises that the coach had assigned them, each girl was 
given exercises to increase their strength in areas where 
they needed to improve to get their routines better.

	Of all the girls in the room, my eyes wander to one 
particular girl.  She had an incredible figure, that was 
emphasised even more by the muscles that boldly shaped it.  
Unlike most girls her age, she had an extremely low bodyfat 
percentage, which made her muscles stand out all the more.  
He name was Rebbeca, and I allways found myself watching her 
the most during practices and meets.  She was working out on 
her own instead of with a partner.   I found this interesting 
untill she got ready to bench, and then I realized why she 
was working out alone.  The power she possesed was awsome to 
behold.  At five foot three, and at most one hundred and 
twenty pounds, she had loaded onehundred and ten pounds on 
the olympic bar totaling one hundred and fifty five pounds 
that she was about to start lifting.

	All the other girls didnt really take note of this, 
focused on their own workouts.  But the other two guys in the 
room did and stood with mouths agape as they watched her 
settle herself on the bench below the bar.  I on the 
otherhand found myself staring fixedly almost mentally 
willing her to pump out as many reps as possible.  My mind 
reeled, and my body reacted to the sight of her power and 
beauty.  Luckily i was wearing baggy sweats so I was able to 
conceal my arrousal while i stretched and watched her pump 
out a good steady 10 reps with the wt.  To my amazement, she 
added another five pounds to each side of the bar then 
settled in for another set.  My excitement was begining to 
become a bit awkward while stetching, but I stayed with it to 
watch her.  She once again placed her hands under the bar and 
hefted it off the wrack, the muscles of her arms standing out 
in bold relief.  She slowly began lowering and raising the 
wt, but could only manage 7 reps this time.  As she wracked 
the weight, she sat up with a smile and brought her arms 
forward to flex her chest.. the muscles under her shapely 
breast bunching and exploding with power.  

	Rebbeca now looked to the bar with a conteplative gaze 
then glanced around the room.  I was so entranced that i 
didnt think to look away when she spotted me.  She rose 
fluidly from the bench like a tiger in her grace and 
approached me.  Being a bit awstruck that such an amazing 
women would be approaching me,  I didnt really react much 
untill she stood before me with a question in her eyes.  I 
finally had the wits to speak.

	"Hello Rebbeca, I didnt realize you were so strong, 
that was amazing."  Lowering my eye after blurting that out, 
I actually blushed a little.  As my gaze was now fixed on the 
floor, I didnt see the smile cross her face as she replied.

	"Thanks, Joe, I'd like to lift more, but I need a 
spotter, none of the other girls are really strong enough to 
spot me, but I thought since you're here, you would help me 
out."  My heart actually fluttered when i heard the request, 
and slowly raised my eye from the floor, traveling up her 
spendid body from powerfull shapely legs to washboard abs up 
her amazing chest pumped and flushed with power at the moment 
and finally to her eyes.  I noted with some satisfaction that 
she was smiling.

	"I'd love to spot you Becky."  I said as I raised 
myself off the floor trying to keep positioned to conceal my 
arrousal.  "how much do you want to add to the bar?" I asked 
as I made my way over to the bench.

	Rebbeca smiled even a little brighter when I used her 
nickname, and followed me over, "Let's go with another two 
and half on each end." she replied to my question.  I nodded, 
adding the requested weights, as she settled herself onto the 
bench.  Too late, I realized that to spot her, I would be 
positioning myself so that my arousal would be extremely 
obvious.  Resigned to my fate, I stuck to my aggreement and 
positioned myself to spot her.

	"Ready?"  I asked as the placed her hands on the bar.  
She nodded and I lifted the onehundred and seventy pound over 
into the starting position.  I kept my hands under the bar, 
but didnt lift, ready to help, but allowing her to take all 
the weight.  She let out the sexiest grunt i have ever heard 
in mylife, when she took the whole weight into her powerfull 
hands, and although My first impulse was to stare in awe 
close up at her powerful muscles, i paid attention to my job 
and followed the path of the bar up and down.  Slowly it 
moved.  She was in complete control of it.  She managed to 
force out four reps when she started to falter.  I was there 
to give he a little help for two more reps, pushing her to go 
past what she could do on her own.  As she finished the 
second forced rep, I was ready for her to wrack the weight, 
but she looked up into my eyes and I saw a burning fire in 
hers.  A smile creased her face, and she whispered. Just loud 
enough for me to hear.

	"Joe, I'm going to give ye one more, just for you."  
She then glanced to my groin and I blushed.  "This one is 
just for you." she said again, then began to ever so slowly 
lower the weight until it was just touching her breasts. A 
teasing touch.  And then she started to power it up.  The 
muscles in her arms and chest bulging with feminine power.  I 
barely helped her with the last rep, It was pretty much all 
her.  All her power, all yer strength, all her will.  She 
wracked the weight, then sat up and turned to face me.  The 
smile on her face was beautific and i felt my heart skip a 
beat.  She then glanced down to her own chest as she brought 
her arms forward once more to flex her chest, showing me 
close up just how pumped and powerfull she was.  Her pecs, 
fully flexed pressed her breasts tightly against her leotard 
and I shifted my eyes up to hers.  In an incredibly sultry 
voice, she asked "Joe, I want to get bigger and stronger, but 
I need a workout partner.  Would you help me?"  

	My mind was whirling, but my instincts took over and 
saved the day for me.  "I would love to help you Becky, and 
you could spot me too.  We can compare our progress together 
and encourage each other."  At my answer, her face lit up and 
she stood on tip toe pressing a quick soft kiss to my lips.  
I must admit at this point I was stunned and speachless.  She 
took advantage of this and headed toward the door of the gym, 
calling over her shoulder, "I'll call you tonight, Joe, and 
we can set up a workout schedual." 

	In a daze, I wandered out of the gym, and walked home.

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