Jill’s surprise By The Collector at Chuckst35@aol.com A ruined date with Jill…and a promise not to reveal her secret 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 had watched Jill for several weeks, trying to build up my courage to ask her out. Not being a smooth talker or blessed with an abundance of confidence, I resigned my self that today I’d either ask her or forget about her. I didn’t want to do the latter, so the pressure was on me. We worked in different departments, so I almost had to go out of my way to see her. I didn’t want to seem obvious or desperate, but I knew she would find it odd me being outside my own enclave in engineering. Mid afternoon, after brooding all morning, I finally left my desk and went upstairs to accounting. I walked into the department, past a number of cubicles, and saw hers just up ahead. I began to sweat nervously, a jumpy feeling inside with each step. She suddenly appeared from her cubicle, apparently in a hurry, headed my direction, smiled briefly and waved, then turned. She was as gorgeous as I’d remembered. She was wearing what could be called a business suit, which she made look much better than they really do. Her brown hair hung just over her shoulders, in gentle curls. Her blue eyes and full, bright red lips, danced and as she smiled, a confidence came to her that I found sensually appealing. I’d also imagined her being a physically strong woman, though that was my own fantasy. I knew the odds of meeting a woman who possessed both beauty and strength were low. (Yes, dear reader, I think you know where this is going! Enjoy the ride.) Walking to the copier behind her, I noticed she was alone. “Have some guts!” I said to myself. “Hi Jill, pretty busy, huh?” “Oh, hi Chuck, haven’t seen you in a while. Gosh yes, have to get these reports to the corporate office today. You know how it is, they always want it yesterday.” I walked to the edge of the copier and started emptying the tray for her “Know what you mean. It’s been crazy downstairs, too. I was wondering…” She seemed preoccupied, half listening and watching the machine, sorting her paperwork. “Wondering about what?” she asked, only half interested. “Well, I was wondering if you’d…like to go out with me? Um, maybe Saturday night?” “Go out with you? Sure Chuck, call me and I’ll give you directions, too busy right now.” She took the rest of her copies from my hand, said “See ya”, and left. I stood there, wondering what I’d done right, then a sudden joy came over me. I walked back downstairs, on an emotional high for the rest of the day. I called Jill that night and got directions. * * * * I picked Jill up at eight. She answered the door, and as she opened it, I gasped slightly, then quickly tried to compose myself. I couldn’t believe how stunningly beautiful she was. Every inch of her was as beautiful as any woman I’d ever seen. Maybe not, but my hormones told me she was. If you saw her, you wouldn’t disagree. And she was going out with ME! She stood at the door, spread her arms and asked, “How do I look?” My heart stopped a minute, not wanting to embarrass myself. She was wearing a white skirt that clung tightly to her body. A bright red blouse hugged her waist at the bottom of a “V” and tightly fit around her breasts, now more noticeably larger than a normal woman’s. Her lips were still a bright red, with a sprinkling of eye shadow. Her skirt was cut 3 or 4 inches above her knees, showing somewhat muscular thighs. Her beautiful legs were perfectly proportioned, with strong, yet feminine, calves. So beautiful, in fact, she wasn’t wearing any hose. Not least of all, she was wearing hi heeled sandals, and her pretty toes, painted bright red as well, seemed to invite me to kiss them as I looked down. “Oh my, you look…gorgeous, really.” I tried to contain my joy at seeing her, trying to be nonchalant. “Thanks!” she said, then pecked me on the cheek, and headed towards my car. We drove off, I looking forward to tonight, and hopefully to many more, when suddenly, I heard a muffled Pop!, and realized I’d blown a tire. I slammed the steering wheel, said something profane, and Jill gently placed her hand on mine. “It’s OK, you can change it in just a few minutes.” She said. We got out of the car. I opened the trunk, removed the spare, and searched for a jack. Not finding it, I cursed under my breath, but she heard anyhow. “You shouldn’t get so upset, Chuck. We can still change it. Bring the spare.” “Jill, I can’t change it, I don’t have a jack with me.” “Don’t worry. But you have to promise not to tell anyone about this. I really don’t want people finding out. You promise?” “Yeah, OK, I promise”, I said frustrated, only half listening to her, and not realizing what she had said. “Good. Now I’ll lift the car while you change the tire, OK?” “Yeah, right, Jill. Come on, I’m not kidding, I have to get a jack. Can we go back to your house?” “We could, but there’s no need to. I told you we can change it. Just get the tire and watch.” She went to the rear of the car, placed her right hand under the bumper, and began to lift. The tires started rising above the street as she look at me and smiled. Her right sleeve grew tight as it wrapped around her expanding bicep, the once loose fabric now taut against her strength. She brought the bumper to waist level and held it. Then she looked at me, did a double raise of her eyebrows, and smiled coyly. I became immediately aroused, watching this sensuous, beautiful, woman and her strength. “Pretty strong, huh? Better hurry, though, it’s kinda heavy.” “Jill, how did you get so strong?” “We’ll talk later, just change the tire.” I hurried, caught in my own thoughts, thinking about what fun I could have with Jill, and her sensuous strength. I didn’t want to talk, my mind wandered thinking about a night alone with this strong beautiful lady. I finished changing the tire as Jill let the car down. We got in the car, and started to drive off. “Chuck, I can’t go out like this. I’ve gotten my clothes dirty and really need to change. Can we go back to my place?” We went back to Jill’s, got out of the car, and walked up to the door. She got out her key, then turned to look at me. “Chuck, did that bother you, you know, when I lifted your car?” “No, I actually liked it. It was such a turn on Jill. How’d you get so strong?” She smiled as I said that then turned the key and we went in. Before she turned on the light, she gave me a passionate kiss, then disappeared into her bedroom. “Chuck, do you mind if we just stay here tonight? I really don’t have anything else to wear.” she called from her bedroom. My eyes and the rest of me lit up. “Uh, no, if that’s what you want to do.” She appeared moments later, dressed in cutoffs, an apparently old white blouse tied at the waist, her bare feet gliding across the carpet. She was carrying two glasses of wine and handed me one. She was clearly 4 inches shorter than me. She took a sip from her glass, her eyes on mine the whole time. “Now where were we? You want to ask me something Chuck?” She looked at me, as though testing me. “You want to ask me about my strength don’t you?” “Oh, Jill, please don’t think I’m a nut or anything, but your strength is such a turn on, it’s the sexiest thing in a woman for her to be so strong.” “How strong do you think I am Chuck? Strong enough to hurt you if I wanted to? Strong enough to make you do what I wanted?” She took a sip from her glass, ran her lips around the edge, and smiled sweetly. As she sat on the couch next to me, I was visibly shaken by her. She slid sideways and placed her bare feet in my lap. I reached down and began massaging them. As I did, she dug her heel gently into my crotch. Then she lifted her left leg, and starting at the top of my shoulder, ran her toes down my arm, the whole time a smile on her face, almost daring me to stop her. I was nearly paralyzed, the thought of her strength both frightening and enchanting me. She reached the bottom of my arm, then lifted her leg again, and brought her toes to my lips. I kissed them gently grabbing her calf at the same time. She intuitively flexed it slightly, arching her foot, as I felt a rush of strength to her leg. I was sweating now, nearly losing control, wanting her badly, yet fearing what she might do, though she’d given me no reason to. She got up and stood in front of me, hands on her hips. “Don’t be afraid, baby. I’m strong, but I won’t hurt you. Would you like to see just how strong I am?” “Oh, yes Jill, please, please let me see. You’re know you’re driving me crazy don’t you?” “I know, baby. Stand up.” I stood up facing her, at 5’10”, looking down at all of 5’6” Jill, wondering how a woman so beautiful could have so much strength at her command. “Watch me baby.” She had a genuine smile that broadened as the grabbed my hands. She placed them on her arms, near her wrists. “Just move your hands where you want to baby.” She made fists with her little hands and my hands moved up her arms, feeling her forearms tense. She bit her lower lip as I felt adrenaline rush through me, her power capturing me. She curled only slightly, and the sleeves of her blouse began to bulge. My hands move to greet her biceps, at 12” only starting to grow. My breathing got heavier as I felt her muscles growing under my hands. She curled even more, and they continued to grow, now nearing 15”, a full ball of strength captivating me. She continued flexing, her biceps now stretching the fabric of her blouse. I moved my hand away as she looked at me, her eyes wide and smiling to herself in amazement as her powerful arms tore through the fabric, shredding it, revealing a mountain of feminine strength, nearly 18”. I moved my hand, again afraid at what I was seeing. She brought her legs together, one foot raised next to the other, those beautiful toes next to each other, as she said, “Now watch this baby.” She did a final flex, and her arms kept growing! I watched them, mentally measuring them, 19”, 20”, 21’, then with a final thrust, to a full 23”!! My hand was rubbing my crotch unashamedly, now totally aware of her incredible feminine strength. I looked her in the eyes, my eyes pleading with her, “Please Jill, you’re so strong, and beautiful. Please.” “You said the magic word.” She put a single finger under my chin, and I felt my feet leave the floor. She stood on the couch, lifting me up and down like a toy, stealing a kiss each time she brought me up. I felt helpless, not caring what she did. When her lips came close, I stole from them what I could. She finally thrust me up in the air and I came down, landing in the cradle of her bicep, feeling her strong arm around me. She looked up at me, smiled, and said, “Time to put you to work, baby.” She then stepped off the couch and, to my joy, carried me to her bedroom. * * * I can’t begin to describe the joy she brought me that night, the first of many nights to come. I held most likely the strongest, most muscular and one of the most beautiful women that any man ever has, in my arms. And I felt a feminine strength that every man, or woman, should be lucky enough to delight in.