Ms. Olympus
by brooksie.  brooksie@pacificcoast.net
I meet an superwoman at school


I met Kathy while we were at community college together. I had seen her around
the hallways and had noticed her athletic physique but hadn't actually gotten
to know her until I saw her at the beach one day. I had recently begun lifting
weights but at six feet, 165 pounds I was still pretty skinny. Kathy, I later
found out, was five nine and a half and also 165. To look at the two of us,
you'd never know we weighed the same. Kathy had a naturally athletic body -
wide shoulders, thick bones, narrow hips that accentated her thighs, which
flared out into huge quads and then tapered nicely into her knees. Add to that
large, diamond-shaped calves that had too many dimensions of muscle to
describe and you have a pair of legs that could stop traffic. The remarkable
thing about Kathy's body is that she didn't seem particularly muscle bound at
first glance, due I think to her height and the way her weight was
proportioned. It was only when she moved in certain ways that it was apparent
how big her muscles actually were. For example, sitting in the college
cafeteria she seemed to have a nice pair of athletic, somewhat muscular legs.
But when she got up to walk all of the sudden her calves came alive. Watching
her climb a set of stairs was a visual symphony of rippling, flexing tendons
and muscle. Her arms were the same way. Long and lean, they had an almost
camouflaged degree of muscularity. But watch her pick up a heavy backpack and
that long, lean bicep suddenly thickened and hardened into something of which
any bodybuilder would have been proud.

I had been out cycling and was just lazing around the beach one day when I my
attention was suddenly captivated by a powerful-looking woman running along
the jogging trail. I could see she had a strong stride and even from a sixty
or seventy yards off, I easily spotted her rippling quadriceps muscle. As she
got closer I almost gasped. Maybe I did gasp. It was the girl from school, the
tall, athletic one with the long reddish-blonde curls. I watched her as she
ran past. She was wearing a pair of running shorts and a half tee shirt that
came to just below her breasts. The shirt looked as if had once been a
full-sized tee that she had simply ripped the bottom half from, leaving a
jagged, uneven edge. It was torn at the shoulder and in a couple of other
places as well and combined with the glistening layer of sweat on her face,
neck and arms and that wild mane of hair whipping back and forth, she looked
like some kind of jungle amazon. It was almost comical, watching heads snap
from left to right as she whizzed by. I watched her disappear into the the
distance and felt a brief tinge of disappointment until I remembered the path
she was running on was a loop. I assumed she'd probably be running a circuit
that would take her back to where she began. I decided to wait and eventually
my patience was rewarded. About 30 minutes later I saw her heading back the
way she had come, still moving at the same rapid pace. She easily passed the
other people who were out on the trail. This was no jog, this girl was
running, and running hard.

I guessed she was going to end up back at the parking lot, about a quarter
mile to the west, so I hopped on my bike and began pedaling in that direction.
I started off kind of casually but when I looked back, I could see she was not
too far behind me, so I booted it. I figured I'd wait until she got back to
her car and see if I could "accidentally" be passing by right at that moment
and mention that I recognized her from school. I know this makes me sound
scheming and manipulative, but I had no particular ulterior motive. I just
have a weakness for muscular women. I assumed she had a boyfriend and really
had no more than a cup of coffee on my mind. Anyway, I leaned my bike against
a tree, grabbed my water bottle and sat down on the grass to wait. It turned
out to be a much shorter wait that I thought. She arrived only moments later,
stopping at the fountain to take a long drink and splash some water on
herself. Then she walked past the parking lot, heading for the bike rack. My
heart skipped a beat as I realized she was also a cyclist. With that in common
and the fact we attended the same college, I figured that was all the
introduction I needed. I grabbed my bike and walked towards her. She was
unlocking hers as I passed by. I stopped, turned around and said "Hey, I
recognize you. We go to the same school." She looked up at me and said "Hi."
Her tone was casual and relaxed. She wasn't even breathing that hard. Not
knowing what else to do I asked if she was interested in riding over to my
favourite cafe for an espresso. She said she had a squash game at the "Y" in
half an hour and didn't have time. Again I couldn't believe my luck! I also
worked out at the "Y" and suggested riding there together. She said sure. We
introduced ourselves, hopped on our bikes and headed off. As we began to ride
I noticed the difference in our bikes. Mine was an expensive mountain bike,
well equipped with top of the line components while she was riding a creaky,
rusty old ten speed. Even so, I could barely keep up with her. She rode at the
same furious pace she ran at. If we weren't dodging city traffic and stopping
at lights, I'm sure she would have left me in her dust. We got to the gym,
locked our bikes up and went inside. As she headed upstairs to the courts and
I went in another direction to get to the weight room she waved and said "See
you around." Her tone was friendly and I felt encouraged. Maybe we could have
that coffee after all.

Ninety minutes later I was just finishing up my workout when I caught sight of
her entering the weight room. For a moment I couldn't believe my eyes. So far,
she'd taken a long, hard run, played squash and now she was going to lift
weights? I walked over and said hello and asked about her game. Kathy replied
that needed some stiffer competition as she'd easily demolished her opponent
three games straight. "Do you play?", she asked. I had played some fairly
competitive raquetball for a few years but not squash. I told her this and she
said that squash was a tougher game but maybe I could pick it up fast since I
had raquetball experience. I asked if she was here for a quick workout and
again she surprised me by saying her workouts lasted about two hours. "How
often" I asked. "Six days a week", came the reply. I had been thinking that I
could stretch mine out for a half hour or so and we might still be able to go
for coffee, but I sure didn't have another two hours left in me. Reluctantly,
I said goodbye and that I'd see her at school the next day.

She smiled, said goodbye and I headed for the showers. On my way out I
couldn't resist peeking in the weight room to see if I could spot her. At
first I couldn't and then I noticed her lying on one of the bench presses. She
had 130 lbs. on the bar, which itself weighed another forty-five. Up and down
it went, in perfect control. No bouncing the weight off her chest or arching
her back. She was displaying ideal form and looked as if the weight was no
problem at all for her. She completed her set and I watched her take two more
ten pounders and slip them on to the bar, making her next lift 195 lbs. There
was no way I could handle that weight but she did it easily. My head was
spinning as I left the gym and began to ride home. What was this woman made
of? I was still hoping we could spend some time together but was starting to
feel very intimidated by her.

The next day at school I couldn't concentrate at all. My mind was completely
occupied with thoughts of Kathy and her physical prowess. At lunch I spotted
her in the cafeteria and asked if I could join her. We made some small talk
and the I commented that I was amazed at her stamina. She asked what I meant
and I said that I'd seen her running at the beach before we met at the bike
lockup, then she went to play squash and did a two hour workout after that.
She gave a sly smile and said I wasn't including her morning swim. "Swim?", I
said somewhat stupidly. "Yeah, I do 45 minutes of laps every morning. There's
a pool in my building." We finished lunch and she asked if I was going to the
"Y" after school. Truth be told, I wasn't planning on it but this was too good
an opportunity to pass up and we agreed to ride over together after class. I
was just getting started on my workout when I saw her come into the weight
room. She walked up to me and asked if I was still interested in learning to
play squash. Her partner hadn't shown up and she was left with a court and no
opponent. Since I had never played before we decided to just rally a little
until I got the feel of the smaller ball and longer raquet. Although we were
just fooling around, I could see she was right. This was going to be tougher
that raquetball. After about half an hour, I was beginning to be able to hit
the ball fairly consistently. She explained some of the shot strategy and
asked if I thought I was ready for an actual game next time. I was pretty sure
I'd get creamed but that didn't bother me if it meant spending more time with
Kathy, so I agreed. Our time was up and we both headed back to the weight
room. Once again it was impossible not to be impressed with the intensity of
her workout. She was working her back and biceps and moved swiftly from one
exercise to another resting no more than 30 seconds between each one. Her form
was consistently flawless and her pace relentless. She finished off with some
ab work and again, I couldn't believe my eyes. Three sets of crunches, fifty
reps per set (yes I was counting) and that was just the beginning. As I poked
around pretending to be working out I watched her do a twenty minute ab
workout that would have killed me. When she was done she came over to me and
asked if I still wanted to have that cup of coffee. Naturally I agreed and she
said. "OK, I'm nearly done, I'll meet you outside." As I went to shower I saw
her go over to the wall, easily flip herself into a handstand and begin to
press her weight up and down for ten reps. I shook my head in disbelief.

As time went by Kathy and I became friends and started working out together on
a regular basis. I was tremendously attracted to her, but there had never been
any sexual vibe from her and so I had been trying to play it cool and see if
something eventually developed. The squash thing never worked out as I was
nowhere near able to give her a decently competitive game but we did cycle a
lot and one day took a long trip out of town about seventy-five miles round
trip. I was exhausted at the end of it but Kathy was as fresh and energetic,
as if she'd just been out for a stroll. As we lay on the lawn outside her
apartment building, I admitted that she completely intimidated me and I felt
totally outclassed by her superior physical condition. Even in the gym, she
handled weights that were beyond what I could manage. She smiled sweetly and
said that she had always been athletic and full of energy. It just seemed to
come naturally to her. She told me that I shouldn't worry about it, that she
enjoyed our activities together and we weren't competing with each other. I
fell silent and after a few moments she added, although, that could be fun
too. I looked at her and she had a wicked grin on her face. What was she up
to? "You know, there's one sport we haven't tried, but it does tend to get a
little competitive." She had a funny tone in her voice, as if she was shy and
unsure of herself. It was not like her to sound that way. I asked what she
meant and she answered, "Why don't you come upstairs and I'll show you."

We went inside the building and took the elevator up to her fourteenth floor
apartment. She seemed surprised at something and said the elevator must have
been painted, as it was a different colour than she remembered. I gave her a
puzzed look and she laughed and told me she hadn't used it in a while. "You
mean..." I asked, not finishing the question. "Yeah, I usually take the
stairs." Fourteen flours! I guess I shouldn't have been be surprised. As we
entered her apartment, Kathy still hadn't given me any indication of what was
going on. We went inside and she poured us both a glass of juice and invited
me to sit down on the couch. She sat down beside me and looked me in the eyes
for a moment before speaking. She said she hoped she was right about me and I
looked at her quizically. "I think you are fascinated by strong, powerful
women. Women with muscles and tremendous athletic abilities. Am I right?"
"Yes", I said. "And furthermore, you are not one of those men who believes
that the women are necessarily the weaker sex and realize that a women can be
better than a man at many physical activities. For instance, even a good male
tennis player, perhaps a club pro would have no chance against one of the
players on the women's professional tennis circuit, right? Again I nodded in
agreement. "So I'm going to go out on a limb and see if I can guess what your
secret fantasy is. If I'm wrong, please don't be embarrassed. I promise I will
never mention it again. I wouldn't want it to come between us." She paused,
"Shall I continue?" My mind was racing and adreneline was pumping through my
body. Intuition told me she had somehow sensed what was inside me. As I nodded
at her to go ahead, I knew she was going to be right! "OK, here goes.", she
said. "Your secret fantasy is to be physically overpowered by a women, in a
contest of strength, endurance and skill such as wrestling and have her
completely domimate you to the point where you are forced to submit totally to
her. You want her to force you to acknowledge her superiority and to worship
her physique as she proudly flexes her muscles and revels in her power over
you." This time I gasped for sure. She had been studying my face intently,
looking for any sign of repulsion or disgust.

Instead she saw only excitement and wonder. She knew, and probably had known
all along. She gave my hand a squeeze and said "Guess what? That fantasy is
about to come true."

Kathy stood up and stepped into the bedroom. I was in a daze, barely
comprehending what had just happened. She returned a minute later wearing a
very revealing outfit consisting of a tight sports bra and a high cut thong
bottom. Her breasts were quite large but very round and firm and her obviously
erect nipples pointed straight out. She walked over to the couch and stood in
front of me and began to flex her muscles. She put on a posing show that left
me nearly breathless. Then she lowered herself slowly and evenly into a full
split and after holding that pose for a minute or so, while flexing her
biceps, she rolled onto her stomach and did ten one arm pushups with each arm.
Following that, she sprang to her feet, did a handstand and easily walked
around her apartment on her hands. Coming back over to me she dropped back to
her feet. She placed one of them on on my chest and pushed me against the back
of the couch. "So, do you have any doubts that I'm the woman who can make your
dream come true?" I shook my head and she flashed that wicked grin again.
"Good. Now, there's something else I want to show you."

End of Ms.Olympus, Part 1