How It All Began by Jack Knowles jack_knowles@yahoo.com This is the story of the first time I was physically dominated by a stronger woman. DISCLAIMER!!! This story contains scenes of *gasp* SEX! While it changed me, I don't think it warped me and I don't think it will warp you. NEVERTHELESS, it is not intended nor should it be read by anyone under the age of 18 or what ever age passes for being an adult in your particular jurisdiction. Although, looking around, it appears to me a more stringent test is necessary to determine adulthood. If you are too young, please go elsewhere. Try www.disney.com. Now THAT will warp you! How It All Began My new job had brought me back home to the Carolinas. I'd worked like a fiend to establish myself in the company and the market. Working long hours and weekends were the norm. It wasn't all so bad. I sell fine wines. So a lot of my jobs takes place at luxury hotels and fine restaurants with gourmet foods and fun loving people involved. But all the work left little time for rest, relaxation or a social life. I was spending what little free time I had with my family. But eventually, they convinced me that there was more to life than work or even family. They encouraged me to take a little time for myself and enjoy the condo at the beach we had owned for over 20 years. I drove off from work right at 5:00 and headed for the coast. I arrived at twilight. I gathered up my luggage and the supplies I brought for the weekend and let myself into the condo. When I put away the groceries, I was delighted to find a few cold beers in the refrigerator. Still in my business suit, I took off my tie and loosened my collar. I took one of the cold beers and went out on to the oceanside deck to watch the sunset. The sun was setting behind me. Although not as spectacular as a sunset over the water, there is a beauty to any sunset on a clear summer day. My view was bathed in warm yellow and orange hues. Then something came along that made it one of the most dazzling sunsets I had ever seen. I saw the lithe, powerful form of a gorgeous, shapely woman running along the beach with long, graceful strides. The sight was completely captivating. Then, as if in response to my unspoken wish, she turned on the beach and seemed to be running straight to me. I rubbed my eyes, questioning whether this was not some type of mirage. But it appeared to be reality. I sat transfixed. I expected her to turn away and head off at an angle at any moment. But she continued straight on towards me. She was closing on me quickly, her pace even and brisk until she reached the steps up from the ground level to the oceanside decks of the condo. It was only at the last second that I realized that she was running to the steps up to the deck of the unit directly beside me. She was my next door neighbor. As she walked up the steps, her breathing was deep, but not labored. I still couldn't look away and I blushed to think what my blatant stare must have looked like. Rather than avoid my gaze she met it and held it calmly and with assurance. She was blonde, green-eyed and breathtakingly beautiful. As I mentally cataloged her gorgeous features, suddenly a quizzical look crossed her lovely face. I surpressed the urge to look away. Maybe she thought my stare was inappropriate. But to turn away in embarrassment would make me look guilty. At the top of the stairs, just before disappearing behind the privacy fence that separated our two decks, she stopped and leaned on the railing. She looked me straight in the eyes and asked "Jack?" To say I was startled was a complete understatement. I stopped looking at her as an object of sublime beauty and began to search her face for recognition. "Sharon?" I replied cautiously. "Shannon," she replied flatly. She was the daughter of the family that had owned the next unit. But the last time I'd seen her was when I'd been in college. At that time, she been a somewhat chubby, cute and kittenish teenager. Now she had the lean, sculpted body of a tigress. "Ah, yes, Shannon." I murmured. "Forgive me, but what has it been? Fourteen years?" "Yeah, probably so," she replied with a chuckle, "it has definitely been a while." I lifted up my beer. "Can I offer you something? Maybe a beer?" I asked. "Well," she drawled, "maybe one. I'm in training though. But I can come over and we can catch up a bit." I was elated. I went inside to get her a beer while she came on over to my deck. I was intrigued by her last comment and asked her what she meant by "in training". She explained that she competed in fitness contests. I was familiar with them from cable television. She was now 27 and worked in real estate, managing the condo complex among other things. She asked what I was up to. I told her about my new job and how I was at the beach for a long deserved and long delayed break. "If you're all stressed out, you should take a hot tub in the clubhouse. I was going to get out of these sweaty clothes and take a soak myself," she offered. I jumped at the chance. "Let me get changed," I said, standing up. "Can I ask you something?" she said, as she grabbed me by the wrist. Her grip was surprisingly strong. "Sure," I answered, "what is it?" She looked down coyly. "I don't know if you ever knew it, but I had the biggest crush on you back then." Actually, it had been fairly obvious, but she was in junior high school and I was in college. It was puppy love. I did nothing to encourage her or even recognize her affections. Nothing was going to happen and I wanted to spare her feelings. "Do you remember how you used to be on the university swim team?" I said I remembered. "Well, I used to drag some of my girlfriends along and we saw every meet we could." I was probably blushing bright red. "Uh-huh," I muttered. "Do you have anything like those little swim trunks you used to wear?" she asked. "You mean a pair of speedos?" I asked. "Yeah," she said. Well, I did. Not that I ever wore them on the beach. But I did wear them underneath my boxer style swimsuits. They were good support and they dried well without chafing. "Sure," I heard myself say. "Could you where some?" she asked. "Sure," I heard myself saying again, "I'll go change." "I'll go set up the tub," she called over her shoulder as she headed off. My suitcase was still sitting just inside the front door of the condo, unpacked. I took it into the master bedroom and started pulling out my clothes. I found one of my swimsuits and tossed it over on to the bed. The I began stripping off my business suit. It had been a long time since I'd been in a swimsuit. The lycra briefs were a tight fit, I wondered if somehow they'd shrinked. But finally pulling them on, I looked at myself in the mirror and realized the truth. My once fit body was showing all the signs of extended hours sitting behind a desk and behind the wheel of a car. Worse yet, in the revealing suit, all the gourmet indulgences of the past few months were clearly evident around my waistline. I sucked in my gut and smoothed a hand over my belly. "Maybe I can get away with this," I thought. But there's no way to suck in the old love handles. And I figured there was only so long I could hold it in. "Perhaps she'll understand, after all it's been well over a decade," I mused. I threw a towel around my shoulder and let it drape down over my torso, trying to camouflage a multitude of sins. Then I headed off towards the clubhouse, somewhat grateful that the darkness of night had fallen. Shannon sprinted up beside me as I walked towards the clubhouse. She took a key out of her robe and unlocked the door. Once inside she relocked it. "Pays to be in charge," she said with a wink. She lead me over to the hot tub. While she turned to the controls on the wall to turn on the jets, I stripped off my towel and slid into the water. Shannon took her time. She stripped off her robe like she was opening a present. Indeed, she was! She was wearing a simple bikini and her body was flawless. She was trying to look shy, but you could tell that she was proud to display her body and she had every right to be! Her shoulders were squared and powerful, complimenting her sleek and nicely muscled arms. She was perfectly proportioned. She seemed very busty, but only at first glance. Her breasts were not too large, but they were so firm and gravity-defying they gave the illusion of being larger. Bikini tops often seem to hammock their fleshy cargo, but Shannon's top seemed to float on her lending her only a veil of modesty. She walked with cat-like grace over to the hot tub while I could only stare in speechless wonder. Her legs were long and supple. They were tightly muscled and even a more thickly muscled than I was used to seeing. But as she walked those muscles seemed to dance and the effect was completely allurring. As she lowered herself into the water, I watched as the simple little triangle of her bikini bottoms delicately touched the water and then disappeared beneath the surface. I paused to contemplate the sweet treasure they concealed. As she walked over beside me, her tummy seemed to float above the surface. Like the rest of her, it was perfect. She had a nice, rippling set of six pack abs covered with the slightest layer of fat that served only to shade them and give them a feminine roundness. Finally, I had to say something. "My god, Shannon! You look gorgeous!" "Thanks," she replied, "I work hard at it." She gave me a little biceps pose. "Sometimes it seems like all I'm ever doing is working, working out or working it!" Then she slid down into the water with a satisfied "ahhh". We chit-chatted and got each other caught up on families. Then there were a few reminiscences of times long ago on the beach all the old landmarks that were gone. Shannon told me about a few new hot spots. I was curious about how she'd started off as a fitness competitor and asked. "Well," she quipped, "you're pretty much to blame for that!" "Me?" I gasped, "How?" "Well," she continued, "going to all those swim meets, I got interested in swimming. But what I found I was really good at was diving. I went to Carolina on a diving scholarship. But I wasn't really good enough to continue on, you know the Olympics or anything like that. But I was used to the training and loved the competition. I kind of gravitated towards fitness competitions. I've done pretty well. I think I have all the physical aspects okay. I probably need to work on showmanship and playing the game. It's a shame, but a lot of the competitions can be pretty political. "What about you?" she asked, "did you do anymore swimming after college? I understand there's a fairly well established master's competition." "No," I said, as I started to grow uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was heading, "I kind of threw myself into my career instead." "Well," she pressed on, "what have you been doing with yourself? Have you continued working out, staying in shape?" My heart was in my throat. "Not really," I was forced to confess. "Hmmm," Shannon smirked, "I noticed you got into the water pretty fast." She slid over to the steps. As she rose out of the pool, I was transfixed by the sight of her gorgeously formed back and the most perfect derriere I'd ever laid eyes on. With her hand poised over the controls, she turned to me with a sly grin. "The thing is," she said, "with all the bubbles, it's hard to see what's going on under the water." She turned off the jets and the water stilled. "But now it's the moment of truth. This is it, Jack. Let's see the boy!" I was trapped, I stood up, my arms out from my sides, almost in a gesture of apology. "Oh, Jack," she cried, "what have you done to yourself?" I reached down and grabbed the disgusting jelly roll around my middle. "Well," I lamely joked, "you know they call it middle aged because your age starts showing round the middle." Shannon walked back into the hot tub towards me. She brushed away my hands and patted my pot belly. "That's no excuse and you are not middle aged. You've just gotten lazy! Well, starting tomorrow, we are going to do something about that! We are going to get you some healthful exercise and start getting rid of this!" she said as she rubbed my bulging tummy. Then she slid her hand down over the bulge in my briefs, "Pity that a big belly can make even a nice package look small!" I was completely humiliated. But I decided to put on a brave show. Besides, I really did need the exercise and it looked like it would mean an entire day with a gorgeous hardbody. I grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away from my body. Bringing them up and against her chest, I was able to look directly into her eyes. "Okay," I agreed, "tomorrow I'm yours!" "You don't know the half of it," she replied with a wicked grin. We dried off and walked back to our condos. I considered making a play for spending the night with her. But before I could ask, she steered me towards my door. "You better get a good night's sleep" she cautioned, "you are going to need it tomorrow!" I did have a pleasant night's rest. My dreams filled with visions of Shannon's fabulous body and mine, although now lean and muscled, intertwined in erotic and passionate positions. I was pulled from my slumber by an avalanche of firm, fit flesh and a cheery, "Rise and shine, Up and at `em!" It was Shannon, she'd jumped on me in bed to wake me. I was half asleep and totally confused. "How?" I stammered, "Where did you come from? How did you get in?" "Silly!" she laughed, "I manage this complex! I have keys to all the units!" She pulled the covers off me. It revealed that I don't wear pajamas and that I'd been dreaming about her. Shannon's facade of total control crumbled for a moment, then she regained it. "Better take a cold shower, sport. It's going to be difficult going for a morning run with that. Now let's get going!" I grabbed a pillow and covered up. I took a good look at Shannon. Her sleek and shapely form was clothed in a crop top, high-waisted exercise briefs and running shoes. She had keys on a lanyard around her neck. I got out of bed, still clutching the pillow to me, and walked towards the bathroom. As I passed Shannon, she gave me a swat on the behind. "Looks like we're going to have to work on those buns too!" She called out. I turned to give her a stern look, but she wasn't buying it. Just before entering the bathroom, I tossed the pillow back on to the bed. As I showered, shaved and otherwise got ready for the day, Shannon kept pounding on the door, shouting for me to get moving. I couldn't be annoyed, try as I might. The fact was I was going to spend the day with one of the most beautiful women I'd ever laid eyes on. And she obviously had a certain enthusiasm for it as well. I left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist. Shannon made a playful grab at it. "Look," I snapped, "I'm moving, I'm moving!" I hadn't brought any workout clothes per se. So I grabbed another pair of speedos and boxer-style swim trunks I'd brought as well as a t-shirt and my tennis shoes. I retreated to the bathroom once again. "Shy?" Shannon laughed, "at this point, there's nothing I haven't seen!" I came out ready, I thought, for the day. "Now what?" I asked. "Morning run, let's go!" she sang out. As fetching a sight as she was, she obviously had a streak of drill sergeant in her. We went out to the deck, down the stairs to the beach and we were off. I was hard pressed to keep up with her. We ran down to the pier and back, somewhere between 3 and 4 miles round trip. It felt like a marathon to me. I was hard pressed to keep up with Shannon's smooth, effortless strides. As we reached the pier, the turnaround point, I tried to blow my own horn. "I'm keeping up okay, huh?" "Yes," Shannon replied, "but I'm not really going full out. Trust me, you don't want me to go full out!" I started to return her quip, but I thought better of it. Maybe it was a bluff. But as sleek and muscled as she was, my guess was that she was dead serious. If this was a trot for her, I had my hands full keeping up. Better not to press it and really get run into the ground. We returned to the condos, Shannon sprinted up the stairs to her deck. I followed, trudging slowly up the steps she'd passed effortlessly, and collapsed on a chaise lounge. "Don't you feel great!" Shannon practically squealed, "so alive!" "Yeah," I panted, "never better!" Shannon pounced on me once again and started to tickle my tummy. "Come on," she laughed, "you don't want to miss breakfast! It's the most important meal of the day!" I figured lunch would be dry toast and tea, but it was surprisingly hearty. Shannon prepared egg white and vegetable omelettes. There were also oat bran bagels with cream cheese and a variety of fresh fruit. I ate ravenously. Shannon finished first and excused herself. "I'm going to go change for today's activities," she explained. She returned looking amazing in bikini. It wasn't all that skimpy, it was obviously built to be active in. Shannon stopped to observe me finishing my feast. "Yeah," Shannon joked, "I know you have a good appetite. I can see that! Well, you'd better fuel up, we have a long full day ahead." She wasn't kidding. It was non-stop all day! We went boogie boarding in the ocean and played that beach paddle ball game. I kept suggesting that we take a break and lay out to catch some sun. What I really wanted to do was just stop for a minute. Even though Shannon didn't believe in just laying out to get a tan, nevertheless, I was able to get a few chances to spread sunblock on her gorgeous, firm body. Although it was a little embarrassing when she returned the favor. Her vigorous massaging of the cream on to my back caused my love handles to jiggle noticably. Shannon had a friend who ran a beach concession, she suggested that we go jet-skiing. I was more than up for that. Here, I thought, that at least the watercraft would be doing most of the work. It was not the most strenuous thing I've ever done. But keeping your balance and handling the powerful craft didn't turn out to be the free ride I'd hoped for. We stopped for lunch at a small caf^Â. As usual, Shannon knew the owner. We had salads topped with grilled chicken. Also at the caf^Â was a group of college kids, they were talking excitedly about their upcoming volleyball tournament. Shannon talked them into letting us play. They were really quite excited about having Shannon join them, especially the guys. Me? I just came along as part of the package. I did all right the first few games. I still had a decent serve. But as the series played on, my stamina was fading. It was embarrassing as it became obvious that the other side was aiming their offense straight at me. I was down a step and just couldn't get to the ball. Finally, a break was called. I went over and laid out on a blanket the kids had spread out. One of the cute, bikinied co-eds came over and asked "Are you all right, sir?" That might have hurt more than my aching muscles. I could tell that Shannon was involved in a bit of a discussion with a few of the guys. They recognized her as a first class volleyball player and were anxious to play a little bit more and get some pointers. It didn't hurt that she was also a toned, tanned beach goddess. The problem, I was able to overhear, was what to do with "Pops". I realized they meant me. "I'd show them!" I thought to myself, "If I could get up off this blanket." Momentarily, Shannon came over and helped pull me up to my feet. "Come on," she said, "let's do something else." We left to a chorus of good- byes and come back anytime, addressed exclusively to Shannon. "Let's just chill out a bit," Shannon offered. I said a private "Thank you" to God. But it turned out that Shannon's idea of chilling out was to play in the ocean and body surf. I could practically hear a nice, comfy chaise lounge calling to me. Finally, she suggested heading in. It was getting towards dusk. I'd been at the coast less than 24 hours and already felt like I'd done more than I usually did in a week. As we headed up the stairs to our separate condos, I made an offer to Shannon. "How about coming over for a couple of glasses of wine?" "Wine?" Shannon asked. "Maybe later, but we aren't done yet! You need to get out of your wet swim trunks and into some running gear for our sunset run!" Inwardly I groaned, but I'd made it this far. I was determined to hang with this hardbody. "Yeah," I said with little conviction, "sure." I changed into my last remaining pair of speedos and swimtrunks, put on a fresh t-shirt. Then I went out to the deck and retrieved my tennis shoes. I tried to knockout all the sand I could. Then I relaced them and waited for Shannon. She came out in matching lycra shorts and crop top. "Let's go!" she said. As we jogged along towards the water's edge, she turned to me. "Let's not hold back this time!" Then she took off full speed. She pulled away from me like I was standing still. When she got a couple of hundred feet in front of me, I decided I'd had enough. This soldier deserted from Sargeant Shannon's boot camp. Some last vestige of male pride made me decide that if I couldn't hang with Shannon, at least I wouldn't walk back home. I'd run top speed in a real wind sprint. I did it, though my neglected muscles were screaming in pain. When I returned to my deck, I collapsed once again on to a chaise. I lay there, now in a cold sweat, my heart pounding and panting uncontrollably. I wondered if I were about to have a heart attack. It was obvious that Shannon had continued on her normal run. After a few minutes I got up on wobbly legs and went in to the refreshing air conditioning of the condo. I shucked off my sweaty t-shirt and then pulled off my swim trunks. I'd forgotten that I still had my shoes on. I expended so much energy trying to get the boxers over my sneakers that I was once again done in by the time I was done. I fell on to the couch wearing only my speedos and tennis shoes. As I lay there too spent to get up, I put a hand on my gut. "My god," I moaned to myself, "I am so out of shape!" Eventually, Shannon returned. She walked in to see me lying half naked on the couch still trying to recover. She laughed. Bending down beside me she said in a baby voice, "Awww, is Jackie all pooped out? Have his weak, flabby muscles gotten tired of carrying around his chubby belly?" "Careful, little girl!" I countered, "You're still not too old for me to put you across my knee, pull down your pants and spank your little bottom!" Shannon suddenly stood up and got serious. "Oh," she said, "You think so? You think you have what it takes to back that up? I'll tell you what, I'll even make it easy for you! I'll take care of part of that right now!" She shimmied out of her shorts revealing a tiny black g- string. She made a half turn towards me and gave her tight buns a smack. "Well, go ahead, do your best!" I lunged for Shannon and got her by the wrist. I tried to pull her down across my lap. But her skin was slick with sweat and she easily slipped out of my grip. She danced away and continued to taunt me. "Come on, fatty! Is that all you've got?" she teased. I got up and charged her, grabbing her by the shoulders and trying to force her down. I was trying to use my body weight and what I hoped was superior upper body strength to my advantage. But we ended up in deadlock. "My god, Jack!" Shannon continued, "You were sooo gorgeous! I can't believe you let your beautiful physique go to pot!" Then to punctuate her remark she wrapped one of her strong, supple legs around mine and swept my legs out from under me. I was unceremoniously delivered to the floor right on my ass. I tried to regain my feet. But as I tried to get up, Shannon placed a deceptively delicate foot on my sternum and easily shoved me back down to the ground. Then she fell on top of me, knees first, right into the midsection. It drove the air right out of me and I nearly passed out. Desperately I reached out to ensnare her in a bear hug. It wasn't strategy, I was trying to wrap her up so she couldn't attack again. I thought I was having some success. She was trying so hard to break my hold that she was lifting me up off the ground. Then I saw a glimpse of victory as she fell back to the ground with me following right on top of her. With my new found confidence and the erotic sensation of wrestling around with this sleek tigress, my cock was starting to swell. But it was all a ruse. She was just getting me off the ground so she could wrap her legs around me. As I came down on top off her, going for a pin, suddenly I could feel those powerful legs constrict around my midsection. I was redirected and slammed down on to the floor on my shoulders. And Shannon tightened her viselike grip, I could hardly catch my breath and I felt like she was going to crack a rib. She started to demand I concede. Suddenly, she let out a giggle. She reached down and felt the bulge in my briefs. "I don't believe it!" she sputtered, "getting your fat, flabby ass whipped is actually turning you on!" She leaned in towards me. Through the veil of pain I could see a sly grin cross her lips. "It's turning me on too!" she hissed, "But what are we going to do? You have to be a good boy and admit you've been bested. But you refuse to give up, I have to give you points for that! "Still it is becoming annoying! It's time to move on!" She wrapped her fingers softly around my cock and testicles. "If you're not going to use these for what I want, then I might have to hurt them!" Then she gave them a squeeze. I really didn't think she'd hurt me. But the adrenaline was pumping and I was forced to admit that I was out of options. "Okay," I gasped, "I give." I fell back to the ground and stopped struggling. "Now," Shannon cackled, "I get my just desserts!" She scooted up my body until her knees had my biceps pinned to the ground. The small black triangle of her g-string loomed before my eyes. She reached down with one hand and forced aside her miniscule panties. With the other she cradled the back of my head and drew it up towards her crotch. My nose was buried in the tiny patch of pubic hair she left unshaved. Sweet, sexy musk made my senses reel. "You know what to do!" Shannon commanded. Obediently, my tongue began to flick and tease at her clitoris. I could feel it responding and engorging. I was able to bend my arms at the elbows and bring my hands up so I could stroke and tickle her bottom and pussy with my fingers. Shannon began to make satisfied, purring sounds. Time lost all meaning. Eventually, Shannon began to cry out more insistently. Her hips would buck involuntarily. Finally, with my chin pressed up into her crotch I could feel her orgasmic spasms and she came with a sweet moan. Shannon swept back her sweat soaked hair from her face and looked down at me. "Your turn," she whispered. She slid back down my body, rubbing her pussy right over my throbbing cock. She stopped with her haunches on my thighs. Then she reached down and tore open my speedos, releasing my dick. She bent over and began to lick and tease my stiff member. I reached down and stroked her hair. As the first drops of pre-cum began to arrive, she forced my arms back down to my sides. Then she straightened up, I thought she might be calling it quits. Instead she reached into her crop top and pulled out a condom. She put a finger to her lips as if to shhh me. "Don't move a muscle, baby," she whispered, "I'm going to do it all." She slipped the condom on to me then reached down and tore off her g- string. I felt like I was going to explode. She hiked herself up on to her knees until her pussy was poised over my cock. Then she lowered herself on to me. For a moment I was just there, inside her. It seemed as nothing was happening. Shannon was sitting above me, her head back. She seemed to be in a trance. Suddenly there was a sensation from within Shannon. Subtle at first, but the rhythm and strength were building. Shannon was contacting her vaginal walls so they were stroking my cock. It was so intense. It was as though all the world fell away except for that one place where we were connected. I fought to keep back my orgasm, but Shannon was inexorable. I came and Shannon leaned back into me with a smile. Then she rolled off me. "Come on," she said. She took me into the bedroom where we would strip off the remnants of our clothes. She climbed into bed and I slipped in behind her. I wrapped my arms around her. I drifted off to sleep with my arm over her slender waistline and my hand on her firm, supple abs. My face was nuzzled into her sweet neck. The truth is I woke up the next morning and when I say I was stiff, I don't mean just my cock. The neglected muscles I'd used in every conceivable way the day before were in agony. Shannon knew just what to do, too. But that's another story.