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.

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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. 


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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. 


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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.