Donna
By The Collector
Feminine curiosity or Girl strength

Copyright 1999 The Collector
This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21.  Send comments to
ChuckSt35@aol.com

She worked in advertising.  The first day I saw her, I was immediately jealous.  She looked as 
beautiful as I did, and she took some of the attention I got.  We had glanced at each other in 
passing, neither of us liking the other.  But as we were the only two girls in this wing of the 
building, I thought it best to at least be friendly with her.

I have to admit that, although she was no better looking than I was, I was somewhat attracted to 
her.  She was 5’5”, about 120, the same as I, had blonde hair that curled around her very pretty 
face and had blue eyes that looked very mysterious.  We dressed similarly as well…to show off.  
Her body was equally as sumptuous as mine was.  She was wearing a beige skirt and matching 
blazer with a white blouse that couldn’t hide her 36D-23-35 curves any better than it would have 
hidden mine.  Even though I’m a brunette, I’m still more beautiful than she is.   

As I finished lunch, I stopped by her table just to say hi.  She was the last one there, so I wasn’t 
intruding.

“Donna? Hi, I’m Cindi…Cindi Tanner.  I just wanted to say welcome.”  She stood up.

“Oh hi Cindi...I’ve seen you around…thank you.  Everyone’s been so friendly here.”

“I know…especially the guys.  But when you’re the only women around…””

“They do get like that don’t they?  Thank goodness you’re here.  It’ll be nice to talk to someone 
that’s not, well…you know how guys are.”  She didn’t seem that bad…and it was nice having 
another female around.

“I know…they can’t help themselves.”  Then, without thinking I said, “Listen…would you like to 
stop for a drink after work?”

“Thanks…I’d love to…. But I don’t have very long…I have to be at the gym later.”

“OK…I’ll meet you in the bar downstairs then…at 5?  It’s an OK after work kind of place.”

“Sounds good…see you then…and thanks again.”

She looked the aerobics bunny type, so I guess I wasn’t surprised.  I was, and still am, hoping to 
meet a woman who could al least approach my level of strength, realizing they’re few and far 
between. I was still looking forward to meeting with her.  She seemed friendly enough.

					*	*	*

By happenstance, we arrived at the door at the same time and walked in together.  Every guy 
turned in our direction.  We ignored them and found a booth near the rear and quickly ordered.

“So how are you enjoying it here?” I asked her.

“Oh, it’s great.  I enjoy my job, but it’s difficult meeting new people.  The only people I’ve really 
met are at the gym I go to.  The truth be told, I’ve developed a following.”

“Really?  Which one?” 

“Oh, it’s the Iron Bar…it’s on Granville Rd.”  The Iron Bar had a reputation for being a hardcore 
gym.  

“That’s a pretty rough gym isn’t it?  I wouldn’t have figured you for weights.”  She just didn’t look 
the type.

“Most people don’t…but I enjoy it…and I like what it does for my body.”

“I know exactly what you mean.  I’ve been lifting for a number of years.”   

“Look who’s talking…I wouldn’t have guessed you for a lifter either.”

“It just came naturally I guess.  I was exceptionally strong as a girl, so I just want to see what the 
limit of my strength is.“

“That’s uncanny…I’m exactly the same way.  I’ve always been very powerful…even the 
neighborhood bully’s father didn’t dare challenge me.  Well…he did once…I think I was 14…but 
that was the last time.” 

“Why? What happened?”  Please let this be good, please.

“His son was beating up my little brother…and I stepped in and broke it up.  I didn’t hurt anyone, 
just sort of pulled them apart and took my brother home.  Anyway, his father came over later and 
dragged my dad outside.  They were wrestling, and daddy was losing badly.  I don’t know what 
happened, but I just lost it.  I pulled him off daddy and…I’ve never beaten anyone so badly.  I felt 
bad afterwards, especially since he couldn’t go to work the next day.  Daddy said they found out 
at work that he was beaten up by a 14-year-old girl and they rode him mercilessly after that.  That 
was when I first realized how strong I was…and I’ve had to be very careful since.”

I couldn’t believe it!  She looked too pretty…too feminine.  It was like looking into a mirror…our 
faces were just different.

“A similar situation happened to me also.  I was in junior high school and it was just after gym 
class and the boy’s gym teacher approached me.  He had given me looks several times, which I 
tried to avoid.  I was at first afraid of him.  He was a college football player, really huge, and all 
muscles.  Anyway, I was walking through the gym after class and he stood in front of the door.  
To make a long story short, he grabbed me and tried to kiss me.  I pushed him away and he got 
angry and tried to slap me.  That was all it took.  As soon as he attacked me, I started pushing 
him around the gym.  I don’t think he’d ever met a girl that wasn’t afraid of him…or who was as 
strong as I was.  I kept pushing him…and coming after him…and I actually saw fear in his eyes.  
When he tried to push back, and realized he wasn’t strong enough, he tried to run.  But I chased 
him and we ended up on the wrestling mats.  I put him in every hold I could think of at the time.  
Anyway, he told everyone he broke his arm at the gym and I wasn’t go to say anything different.”

“Wow…you’re incredible.  I’d always hoped I’d meet someone like you.  Being as strong as I am 
is great…but I’ve always wanted another woman as strong as I am to admire…so to speak.”

“The thought of what you must have done to that guy is giving me chills…I like the thought of your 
strength…very much.”  Too much I told myself.  As I looked into her pretty blue eyes, the thought 
of her powerful body overwhelmed me.  I must have looked nervous, a little twitchy.

“I think I know why you wear long sleeves then.” Donna said.

“And it looks like you like to hide yours too.” 

“I never hide them from the right person” she said smiling at me.  I couldn’t help myself, but I 
casually brushed my leg against hers, just enough to let her feel it.

“Sorry” I said as genuinely as I could.  A slow smile came to her without speaking.  My hand was 
in the middle of the table.  She reached across and slid hers and mine together.  I slipped off my 
right shoe and slid my toes gently on hers.  They moved slightly upward, then I began to run my 
foot slowly up her leg.  Her eyes closed and she let out a soft sigh as her hand tightened slightly 
around mine.

“Hey ladies!  How y’all doin’ t’night?”  A cowboy country bumpkin…in a cowboy hat!  Please!

“We were doing just fine.  Is there something I can help you with?” I asked.

“Well, how’d you like ol’ Leroy to buy you two a drink or two?”

“Do you want to take care of him…or should I?” she asked.

“Ladies…ol’ Leroy can take care of both of ya…now how ‘bout that?”

“Leroy” I said.  “If you don’t go away, this is going to take care of you.”  Still wearing my blazer, I 
curled my arm, not for Leroy but for Donna.  As my arm moved, the dark blue fabric of my blazer 
rose as my strength began to appear.  It stretched then became taut as my muscle pushed it to 
almost tearing.  I caught the look in Donna’s eyes…the look I wanted.  But Leroy was dazed, as 
though he’d seen a ghost.

“And Leroy” Donna said, “I have one just like it…if you think you’re man enough.”  

I couldn’t believe it.  She flexed her arm slowly, and her bicep rose as if out of thin air, stretching 
her sleeve, as I watched her strong muscle grow into a ball of what I’d hoped was incredible 
strength.  It could have been my arm, as big as it was; it’s perfect shape.  I pressed my leg harder 
against hers as she smiled, then looked between Leroy and I.  We both settled our arms down, 
waiting for Leroy’s reaction.

“W…well…I would…ya see…but I’m…a married man…” Leroy left, shaken and went back to his 
group near the bar.

“Nothing like a guy to break the mood is there?” I said.

“I know…but I really do have to go…for a while anyway.”

“Um…would you like to come over later…after you finish?”

“Yes…I’d like that very much.  About 10?”

“10’s great…I’ll walk you out.”

I wrote down my address and gave it to her, and then we got up and headed for the door.  We 
walked past Leroy’s group when we were stopped by one of his friends.

“Ladies…ol’ Leroy here…he came back here spoutin’ ‘bout how you two gals got these big 
muscles…bigger’n any man’s muscles.  Now what do ya suppose he’s been drinkin’?”

“Leroy” I said, “Why would you think a couple city girls would have muscles like that?”

“Imagine that Leroy” Donna said, “A woman having muscles bigger than any one of you big 
strong fellas.”

“You guys make sure you take of him tonight,” I said in my sweetest voice.  “He’s not much of a 
drinker is he?”  We walked away, only to hear Leroy being chided by his friends, his pleas for 
understanding being the subject of an uproarious round of laughter.

We walked out the door, said good bye and headed in opposite directions.  I heard her heels click 
against the sidewalk as she strode swiftly away.  I’d heard that sound before, but it never 
sounded so musical.  It stopped for a second.  I turned around and she stood there looking at me.  
We exchanged smiles, then went our separate ways.

					*	*	*

I wanted to look good for her.  Knowing she was at the gym, I worked out for 40 minutes, took a 
shower, ate dinner, and took a nap, then got up just after 9.  I was indecisive about what to wear, 
but I wanted to be sexy, yet I wanted to tease her…the way I’d want to be teased.

I found a pair of cutoffs and a white long sleeve shirt, left by an old boyfriend.  It was big 
enough…except in the chest.  I was unable to button the top two buttons.  As I tucked it in, it 
clung to me almost too tightly as my breasts protruded pleasingly, my nipples outlined nicely.  
Just before she arrived, I slipped on hi heeled slippers, just for effect.  I looked at myself in the 
mirror.  I’m not bragging, but I looked irresistible.  

Then the doorbell rang.

Great minds think alike.  I opened the door and she stood there, more beautiful than I would have 
thought she was capable of.  She was wearing a white mini shirt, pink heels, and a white, low cut, 
long sleeved top, held by two buttons at the top, her breasts looking to jump out at any minute.  
Her midriff was enticingly bare.

“Hi…come on in,” I said.  As she strode in the door, I placed my hand on her arm, gently, but 
quickly grabbing her bicep.  She reacted instantly, tensing it, and I felt a solid ball in my hand for 
only a moment.  She looked at me and smiled as I closed the door.

We made out way to the living room.  A fire was cracking lazily, slightly illuminating the room.  
Soft warm music, Enigma, played in the background.  I thought it was erotic anyway.  We found 
our way to the floor with a bottle of wine and spent the next hour just talking…about work…our 
backgrounds…mostly neutral things, but it seemed to bond us somewhat, at least for tonight. 

As we progressed, we got more comfortable on the floor.  We were now stretched out facing each 
other, our eyes getting more familiar, now talking volumes to each other.  We wanted the same 
things from each other.  It was just a matter of time before one of us did something about it.

“I’m curious about something,” she said.

“I know…me too” I said half laughing.

“No…silly…I mean…just to look at you…you look too beautiful to be…as strong…as I think you 
are.”  I was both flattered and aroused.  I wanted to show her…and her to show me.

“Look who’s talking?” I said smiling at her.

“Of course…duh…it’s the ditzy blonde in me.”  I reached in my glass, pulled the cherry out and 
dangled it above her lips.  She slid her tongue out slightly, then wrapped her lips around my 
finger, and then slid them off slowly as she bit into the cherry.  I took her hand and kissed it 
lightly, then tasted each of her fingers, much to the delight of both of us.

“You’re so gentle…for someone so strong…”

“it’s like I’m tasting every ounce of strength in your body.” I said, slightly stirred and shaken.

“I want to know…I have to know…I know you’re as powerful as I am…after everything you’ve 
said…I hope you’re even…stronger than I am…if that’s possible.”  She ran her hand through my 
hair, then ran it down my face, across my shoulder, and down my arm.  This was my first time 
with another woman.  I can’t believe I’d been ignoring this all my life.

She gripped my arm hard as I instinctively tensed it and she held my strength in her hand.

“Cindi…omygod you’re strong…” She moved closer to me…I held my arm in place and moved 
my lips close to hers…I embraced her and felt I was holding the most beautiful, most powerful 
woman that could possibly be in my arms.  I wanted her strength as much as she wanted mine.

I moved my lips to her neck, then her ear and whispered softly…”We have to find out…”

“I know…I’m not sure I want to know…but I know…we have to…and there’s only one way to find 
out.” She said.

“I know…but let’s try something else first.”

“Uh…OK…what did you have in mind?”  I went to my bedroom and came out with the bar for my 
weights.  I approached her, then stood over her, holding it in my hands.

“Um…show me.”  She stood up, a gleam in her eye, and took the bar from me.

“OK…but you asked for it.”  She put her hand at either end of the bar, spread her legs, and then 
started exerting pressure on the bar.  As easily as I had done several times, the bar started 
bending with little evidence of strain on her part.  And she looked so sexy, the steel bar 
succumbing to her strength.  I’d never seen anyone else do it, except myself.  She kept bending it 
until the ends met, and then she ran her hands down the length of it, pressing the bars together.
Then she held the bar up for my inspection.

“Yes Donna!  I love it!”

“Now you show me,” she said handing the bar back.

I’d never tried this, but I felt I could do it.  I took the double bar in my hands at either end.  I 
surprised myself.  I pulled on the bar, and it started bending, not easily, but bending.  I felt so 
strong!  I pulled harder as the ends came closer together…and closer.

“Cindi…your strength…go…do it…”  

As she encouraged me, the bar got easier…my biceps swelled…the ends came closer 
together…and closer…then I slowly brought them together.

“Bravo Cindi!  I wasn’t sure you could do it.”

“I wasn’t either…but it felt good.”

“But…we still have to find out…against each other…”

“I know…let’s do it now…and hope it turns out the way we both want.”

We untangled, and moved across from each other, our eyes never parting.  The curiosity 
overwhelmed both of us…we wanted, but also didn’t want to know.  It was almost more fun 
admiring each other.  The thought of one of us losing wasn’t something I wanted to entertain.

I put my hand up to meet hers.  I had never had any trouble getting the grip I wanted.  Until now.  
I found out soon enough that with her strength, I had to compromise, but so did she.  We fought 
over our grips for a few seconds then settled.

“Ready” I asked.

“Just a sec.”  She pulled me close, then reached across and kissed me.  “Good luck” she said.

“You too” I said.  “On three…your count?”

“One…two…three!” she called quickly.

We started slowly…testing each other…moving each other back and forth easily, yet neither of us 
giving in to the other.  Our eyes stared into each other’s…both of us wanting to win…and yet both 
of us wanting the other to win.

After 40 seconds, our arms began to tense, and we began to get serious.  I saw her strength rise 
from her sleeve, as she did in mine, and we began to feel each other’s power…and I suddenly 
realized I’d never had to use this much strength on anyone.

“Donna…I can’t believe how strong you are.”

This is unbelievable Cindi…I almost hate to say it but…I think your strength is so sexy…it almost 
makes me weak.”  

I pushed harder against her, and started pushing her arm down, nearly halfway, when I felt her 
recover.  I looked into her eyes and felt her strength overcome me as she started pushing me 
back…past center, as I struggled to hold her.

“Donna…your muscle…. Oh…” Her bicep was tearing at her sleeve, tearing the fabric, then I saw 
it burst through.

Sweat was starting to roll off our foreheads…our arms were tight…I felt my bicep stretching the 
sleeve of my shirt…then I heard a tear, as my sleeve shredded.

“Cindi…it’s so…big…oh my…my…muscle girl…”  

It was all I needed.  I pushed her hard…my arm slowly forcing hers back to center…then I started 
on her downward.  She lowered her head and as I got to halfway down, she stopped me cold.  My 
arm began to shake, as did her.  I don’t think either of us had faced anything like this before.

I pressed hard…I was trying as hard as I could…. I wasn’t giving an inch…but I couldn’t beat her.  
She pushed back again.

“Oh Donna…my strong girl…” She must have been inspired as he pushed me hard again…back 
to center, then we held.  Both of us were becoming exhausted, our arms tired, neither coming 
close to getting the upper hand.

“I’ve never had this happen to me,” Donna said.  “I always win…in seconds…I’ve never lost.”

“I haven’t either…maybe this is an omen.  I think I like it.”

“Call it a draw then?” she asked.

“Done” I said.  We relaxed our arms, and then I watched her roll on her back, her eyes watching 
me the whole time.  I moved across to her and moved across her body, resting my hand on the 
far side of her.

She placed her hand on my shirt, and started unbuttoning it.  Halfway down, her hand reached 
inside and I felt her softly caress my breast.  I freed my left hand, ran it across her forehead then 
knelt down and touched her lips with mine.

“Be my strong girl Donna.” I said softly.

“Cindi, every strong girl needs a muscle girl.”

The fire, blazing earlier, had started to settle, just as another fire was starting.  And in the street 
below, we unexpectedly heard Leroy’s familiar voice amid the taunts of his friends as they passed 
by.