Meeting Mrs. Possums
By Tre'
TwoPoss lives in a Heaven most femuscle lovers can only dream of...



Last weekend, I finished prepping the T-Bird, packed an
overnight bag, and headed down the coast to Virginia Beach
for the Armed Forces and Va State bodybuilding & fitness
championships.  I was a little burned out on the contest
scene, though, as that marked my 9th show in 9 weeks, but
I'd promised one of the fitness competitors I'd be there to
support her, so I sucked it up.

On the lighter side, I'd also planned to meet up with
fellow DtV site member, TwoPossums, who'd always been a
pretty cool guy and seemed like he'd be fun to hang out
with.  An added bonus was that he was planning to bring
Mrs. Possums out to the night show, so I'd get to meet this
mystery woman as well. 

Traffic and other concerns kept me from being able to
attend the prejudging (not that I would've stayed awake for
it anyway), and I arrived at the venue a short time after
the start of the evening show (a scheduled 5pm start, but
which got underway around 6pm).  

I gathered my belongings and then placed a call to
TwoPoss's mobile phone, but got a message indicating he was
out of the area, so I assumed he was inside, so I'd just go
in and look for someone fitting his description.  As I
approached the ticket booth in the foyer, a young couple
emerged, and I knew immediately that I had spied the
TwoPossums.  

They didn't notice me, though, so I began trying to get
their attention when he pulled out his phone and gave me a
call - with me standing just 10 feet away.  When he heard
my phone ring, he looked my way and realized how silly he
must've looked just then. :)  

We exchanged greetings and then he introduced me to his
significant other, Mrs. Possums, who at 5-9 and 185 very
solid lbs was a veritable goddess in the flesh.

I was instantly taken with her beauty and physicality, and
she had the sweetest smile this side of Kansas.  The
reddish hair and greenish eyes gave but a glimpse into her
Irish heritage, but she had a cool sort of tender
feistiness about her that more than held my interest.  

We talked for a while and I noticed that my gaze kept
drifting (unintentionally) to her rather shapely triceps. 
Behind her glasses, she had a bookish look about her, but
it was one I found incredibly sexy (I have a thing for
librarians).  She later told me that she was the woman that
guys always wanted to be their study partner, with a sort
of "but look at me now" gleam in her eye.

And look at her I did.  And listen.  And look.  And
listen...

The woman had power - she knew it, and I loved it.

She hadn't been lifting very long when we met, but it was
obvious that her body was responding well to the weight
training.  She and Mr. Poss didn't know much about
nutrition, though, so we discussed various ways to help
each of them get more out of their workouts by enhancing
their diets.  

At one point, she confessed to me her love for Krispy Kreme
donuts and I had to smile, as that was an extreme fetish of
mine as well.  Anyone who's ever had the pleasure of
arriving at KK just as the "Hot Donuts NOW" sign came on
knows just what I mean, especially when it's followed by
great lovemaking with the gal you're dating at the
all-women's college located right next door to the donut
shop such that the 6.25-mile run to get there seems like a
light jog around the corner...

Ahhh, the memories of days gone by, but I digress.

Yes, I completely understood Mrs. Possums's love of Krispy
Kreme and yes, I understood that there was no way she could
live just blocks from the shop and eliminate the
ambrosia-like goodness of the those donuts from her life,
but I explained that she'd have to find a way to consume a
few less each month and also to change the time of day she
ate her sweets.  She works the night shift (from 10pm to
6am), so her body's clock is opposite most folks'.  

Then I was focused once again on her triceps...and now I
noticed the shape of her shoulders as well.  Her time in
the gym had been well-spent and she made it clear to me
that she intended to keep lifting to see just how big and
strong she could become.  She told me how much she loved
the feeling of power she got whenever she'd move a heavy
weight through a range of motion.  It gave her such a rush
to see her own numbers climb, and it gave her an added
pleasure when she began to realize she was stronger than
many of the guys in her gym.  

I smiled when she said that because I, too, derived
pleasure from the fact that she's stronger than so many
guys.  

"Tre', I'm excited to see how strong I can become - I love
my muscles and want bigger ones!" she said.  'I love your
muscles, too," I thought to myself, and then out of my
mouth came the words, "You're so beautiful."  She smiled
softly and then I cut a quick glance to her male companion
who smiled as well, but more out of pride than jealousy.  

In some areas, this should've been a very delicate
situation: here I am, presented with this Amazonian Goddess
who has the strength and beauty I wish all women possessed,
yet even though I'd love to spend the rest of the weekend
flirting with her, I must also be careful not to offend Mr.
Possums too badly.  Fortunately, Mr. Possums was cool with
the whole affair, as he knew that I'd certainly respect
their relationship as well as my own (boy, if my
significant other ever heard some of the thoughts I've had
about other women, I'd probably be a dead man...).  

Mrs. Possums was strong, powerfully built, and supremely
confident in her ability to become even stronger and more
muscular.  My thoughts once again drifted to the English
tutor who began lifting weights and then discovered that
she was much, much stronger than her unruly pupils, who
suddenly found a new zest for learning as her beautiful
musculature began to grow...oh, sweet fantasy of mine.

But here was that fantasy-come-to-life, and I was
interested in every syllable she uttered, drawn in deeper
with every breath she took.  

At some point, I knew I'd have to awaken, but not now...not
with her inside all my thoughts, and me in hers.  No, it
wasn't that she desired to take me home to make mad
passionate love to her, rather it was the fact that she
greatly enjoyed this intense power she held over me.  And
she was right to revel in it, for I was allowed to enjoy it
almost as much as she.

And then all-of-a-sudden, she grabbed my hand and said
"Come with me!" as she jerked me out the door behind her...

(To be continued)