Ashley’s admirers
A girl unwittingly displays her muscles
By The Collector

Copyright 1998 The Collector
This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21.
Send comments to
ChuckSt35@aol.com

I stood behind her in the next line.  Her blonde hair draped down her 
shoulders, only slightly curly, dropping evenly to the middle of her 
back. Her white blouse brought out the tan in her gentle, yet deceiving 
arms.  They were tanned a light brown, as though the sun was only paying 
a visit.  When she curled her arm, a small bicep jump quickly, then 
settled into it’s hiding place as she put her hand in her pocket.  As 
she searched for change, it was replaced by a tricep that danced as she 
moved, teasing me with each step.  As I watched in admiration,  her 
tricep spoke repeatedly, as though announcing it’s as yet 
undemonstrated, and potentially lethal, power.  It was as though an 
unspoken threat was emanating from her, much to my joy.  

A quick look around told me I was not the only one whom she had 
captured.  A woman in front of me, in her mid 20’s was staring, as was 
another girl in her late teens in the line across from Ashley’s.  Ashley 
appeared totally unaware of her affect on us, as she waited somewhat 
impatiently for her turn. 

Below her blouse, she wore a pair of jeans cutoff above mid thigh.  Her 
thighs were perfect, as perfect as any woman could hope to be.  They 
were full and muscular, much more so than any woman should possess. They 
were the thighs that looked best in a skirt slit up the side with their 
apparent strength only enhancing their beauty. 

Her rear was perfectly round and tight, as though her jeans had been 
painted on.  I wanted to grasp in with both hands, caress it and mold 
it, and do whatever she commanded.  When she shifted, the muscles in her 
thighs announced themselves with prominence.  With each movement, they 
spoke to me individually, taunted me, teased me, dared me to approach.  
Her calves were no different.  Perfectly rounded, firm, strong, and 
stronger than any girl should be allowed to be.  As she moved up the 
line, her calves rose and fell with each step, and yet she was totally 
unaware of the havoc she was creating, the feminine strength and beauty 
the room was charged with, at least for some of us. 

I caught the eye of the girl two lines over.  She smiled at me, blushed 
and looked away.  We were both ashamed but didn’t care.  The woman in 
front of me simply stared at Ashley, clearly in awe, her breathing 
somewhat heavier. 

Ashley stepped to the front of the line.  As she reached the counter, 
she stood up on her toes to reach across.  Her calf muscles rose in 
unison, glistening and hard, feminine and strong.  Her sandals covered 
her toes, damn, but I could see the arch in her foot, as graceful and 
feminine and pretty as I knew it would be.  

She raised her arm up to the counter, videos in hand and stretched her 
arm across.  Her bicep was ready to jump as her arm magically armed 
itself, ready to pounce.  The girl in front of me, her eyes on Ashley 
the whole time, gasped slightly, then turned towards me.  She knew I had 
been watching, but she only smiled and returned her glance towards 
Ashley.   

Ashley, tired of waiting, placed her arms on the counter and curled them 
under her chin, growing yet more impatient.  As she did, her little 
biceps jumped, and I realized they were not little at all.  She had 
curled them rapidly, a massive bulge appearing on each arm, held barely 
in check by the fabric of her blouse.  Realizing her sleeves were 
stretched to their limits, she reached down and rolled each one up close 
to her shoulders.  She resumed her position on the counter, and her 
biceps became first baseballs, then the size of grapefruits, to easily 
twice the size of her unflexed arm.  Estimating her at rest to be about 
10 inches, they easily rose to 14 inches. I nearly fainted at both the 
beauty of her small, muscular arm and the thought of her strength. 


The girl in front of me tried to mimic Ashley.  Trying to be discreet, 
she placed her left hand on her right bicep and curled her right arm.  I 
watched closely as a small mound appeared, just barely visible.  I 
watched her face as she grimaced as though in agony.  She reached for 
the muscle that wouldn’t appear, for strength she didn’t have.  As she 
relaxed her arm, her face turned to despair, nearly in tears, and 
clearly wanting.  She could only look at Ashley and hope that one day…I 
watched her as she visibly began sweating, her breathing yet 
heavier…what could she be thinking? 

The girl two lines over was doing the same thing.  Wearing, 
appropriately, a yellow muscle shirt, she curled her left arm, no doubt 
for my benefit.  Her tongue was between her bright red lips, as though 
for extra effort.  As soon as she tensed her arm, a large forearm 
appeared.  I knew then what I was in for!  As if by magic, a large, 
round muscle rose from her arm.  She looked down at it and gazed at me 
with an unspoken pride, then smiled viciously.  She relaxed her arm, 
tossed her head and looked again towards Ashley. 

As Ashley stepped to the front, the clerk, a middle aged man and 
apparently the store owner stared at Ashley for a moment, looking down 
at her arms, having seen her roll up her sleeves. 

Ashley whispered self-consciously, her soft voice heard by us in 
attention to her, “They’re too big…I have to be careful I don’t tear my 
clothes 

The clerk replied, “I didn’t think young women like you could have 
muscles that big.  That’s not very ladylike.  Let’s hope you’re not as 
strong as you look.”  

Ashley looked at the clerk with a quiet confidence.  “Well, let’s hope 
you never have to find out.”  

“Well, young ladies just shouldn’t look like that.” 

The clerk ripped off the paper for Ashley to sign, handing her a pen.  
Ashley signed it, pushed the paper back and held the pen for the clerk 
to take.  When the clerk reached for the pen, Ashley placed the pen in 
the man’s hand.  He started to pull away when Ashley pulled his hand 
back, clearly twice the size of her own and squeezed it.  The man jumped 
in pain, his mouth wide open, staring as Ashley, yet not daring to utter 
a sound as the strength of Ashley’s hand broke the pen, cutting him.  
Ashley smiled, turned around and looked at the two of us who had been 
watching her…she slowly raised her arm, and her wonderful bicep 
appeared, beautiful and strong, and slowly ran her hand through her 
blonde mane, teasing us as it jumped…and simply smiled and left the 
store.