Sandi
By The Collector
Sandi’s date with Mark.

Copyright 1998 The Collector

This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21.
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Since we love the numbers, the following are provided only to assist in 
your technical understanding of this story…really.  Sandi, 5’5”, 121, 
35C-23-35, Cara, 5’6”, 124, 36D-23-35, Mark, 5’11”, 185. 

As the phone rings, Sandi answers: 

Sandi: Hello... 

Cara: How’d it go?  Tell me, tell me everything! 

Sandi: Oh, where do I start?  It was the most bizarre date I’ve ever 
had.  You won’t believe it. 

Cara: With Mark?  Come on, he’s so straight, it’s not even funny.  
Where’d you guys go? 

Sandi: He was real nice…took me to dinner at Sorrentino’s…we really had 
a good time…we kept filling each other’s wine glasses, both of us 
getting a little too tipsy.  But me more than him.  But we had dinner, 
then went to a movie…and necked!  I haven’t done that since high school!  

Cara: Wait, you’re going too fast…what about everything in between? 

Sandi: I know…I just want to get to the good part. 

Cara: Oh really?  Well, hurry then, but don’t leave out anything. 

Sandi: Anyway, we went to a bar afterwards and talked…well, we mostly 
drank, and danced, but we did talk a little.  He couldn’t keep his hands 
off me! 

Cara: This is our Mark you’re talking about? 

Sandi: Yes…he nearly molested me on the dance floor!  But I was all over 
him too, so it didn’t matter. 

Cara: Oh, you guys hit it off didn’t you? 

Sandi: Oh, big time…and you haven’t even heard the best of it. 

Cara: So then what happened? 

Sandi: Well, we closed the bar down, the he took me home…I normally 
don’t ask guys in on the first date…but tonight was a little different.  
We were having such a good time and I didn’t want it to end. 

Cara: Oh-oh, are you sure you want to tell me this? 

Sandi: Yes…you have to listen…you’ll love it…I think…even if it’s a 
little kinky. 

Cara: Oh…kinky?  I can handle that…keep going. 

Sandi: Anyway, I poured us both a drink…and he put some music on…and we 
settled on the couch.  Before either of us knew what had happened, we 
were all over each other. 

Cara: I didn’t think Mark was the type.  I just wonder who started it? 

Sandi: I admit I think I encouraged him more than I should have.  
Anyway, after we were playing around for a while, we both started to 
lose control.  I could tell he was hot, and if I’d let him, he’d have 
taken me right there on the living room floor. 

Cara: Well, Mark’s a nice guy…he knows when to stop…at least I think he 
does. 

Sandi: That’s just it…he didn’t. 

Cara: Wait a sec…what are you saying? 

Sandi: Like I said…if I’d let him, he would have. 

Cara:  I don’t follow you.  Are you OK?  Did anything happen? 

Sandi: No, I’m fine…and everything happened.  Like I said, we were all 
over each other, and I think he just lost control.  He wanted to take 
off my blouse, but I told him I wasn’t going to bed with him.  He kept 
persisting, but I kept telling him no, but by now he wasn’t listening to 
a word I said. 

Cara: Now it’s getting good…what happened next? 

Sandi: He actually tried to tear my blouse off…well he did, halfway 
anyway.  I was so mad.  I slapped his face, but that didn’t seem to 
phase him.  Then he grabbed my arms and tried to push me down. 

Cara: Sandi, are you sure you’re OK?  I can’t believe he did that.  
How’d you get away? 

Sandi:  Really, I’m fine, but I didn’t have to get away.  When he 
grabbed my arms, I turned them away and got free, then I grabbed his 
hands.  He was shocked at first, but it only got worse for him.  He was 
really surprised at how strong I am. 

Cara: Sandi, what are you talking about? 

Sandi: I took his hands and pushed down on them, trying to push him to 
the floor.  The look in his eyes, you should’ve seen it, when he 
couldn’t resist me.  He tried as hard as he could.  But I just looked 
him in the eyes as I kept pushing him down, and he couldn’t do anything 
to stop me.  And before he knew it, he was on his knees. 

Cara: Sandi, come on, Mark’s a really big guy. 

Sandi: Cara, no lie, I had him on his knees!  I squeezed his hands so 
hard, he was almost crying.  Then I just held him there, squeezing his 
hands harder, and twisting his arms, and I was getting off on it!  I 
never felt so strong before…so powerful.  Then I made him beg me not to 
hurt him!  It was such a turn on…knowing I could do whatever I wanted 
with him, and he couldn’t do anything to stop me.  I looked down at 
him…and his eyes just gazed up at me…so helpless…so afraid of what I 
might do.   

Cara: Oh wow, and then what happened? 

Sandi: It really got bad after that.  I let his hands go, and he got up, 
and then he just seemed to lose control and he came after me.  I’ve 
never seen him so mad at anyone.  He was actually swinging at me! 

Cara: No! Sandi, he’s not like that.  What’d you do? 

Sandi: It was funny really…I just kept moving away from him…laughing at 
him…and that only made him madder.  I told him if he didn’t stop, he’d 
be sorry, but he kept swinging.  When he swung again, I grabbed his fist 
in my hand and stopped him cold.  He looked at me like his hand had just 
hit a wall.  By now, I was getting mad too, but I didn’t really want to 
hurt him.  Anyway, I just smiled at him…and started crushing his hand.  
You should have seen it…he dropped to the floor almost immediately, but 
I didn’t let go.  I should have, because it really embarrassed him. He 
started sobbing, crying really, and wrapped his other arm around my leg, 
and put his head against my thigh, begging me not to hurt him again. 

Cara: I don’t know if I feel worse for you, or for him. 

Sandi: I let him up after that and told him he better go.  But you know 
what the funny part was? 

Cara: No, what? 

Sandi: He asked me out again! 

Cara: You’re kidding?  After that?  You didn’t do anything dumb did you? 

Sandi: No, I said yes!  I can’t wait to see him again! 

Cara: I didn’t think Mark so weak for someone so big.  Unless…he’s not.  
Is he Sandi? 

Sandi: No, he really isn’t…he’s a very powerful guy. 

Cara: Omygod, Sandi, you’re really strong aren’t you?  Please tell me 
you’re not teasing me! 

Sandi: Cara, I hope you’re saying what I think you’re saying.  But, yes, 
I really have exceptional strength…but the best part is…I’m stronger 
than guys!  It doesn’t matte how big they are, or how muscular…no guy 
has ever beaten me at anything!  

Cara: Oh my, Sandi, this is too much!  The thought of you being that 
powerful is SO sexy.  Just thinking about how beautiful you are…and 
knowing you’re so strong…is just killing me!  But I love it! 

Sandi: Cara, this is so cool, you have no idea.  But I have a secret to 
tell you. 

Cara: Oh wow, I hope it’s as good as this one. 

Sandi: You remember the other day, when we went shopping and you wore 
that short skirt and tight sweater…and the platforms?  The ones you like 
to show off in?    

Cara: Yes… 

Sandi: Well, the whole time we were out, I imagined you were my 
girlfriend!  Cara, I fantasized about making love to you that night.  I 
can’t believe I’m saying this!  I think you have the sexiest body I’ve 
ever seen.  I’ve always fantasized about you. 

Cara: Oh, Sandi, I never knew.  This is great…this is so cool.  You have 
to tell me…have you always been strong?  

Sandi: Well…yes…I’ve always had exceptional strength.  Cara, being so 
strong is just so cool, you wouldn’t believe it.  I can do things no one 
else can do…I’m stronger than anyone I’ve ever met…and it’s been that 
way as far back as I can remember.  Even when I was a girl, I was 
stronger than adults were.   I have one other little secret though. 

Cara: Oh no, not more…you’re driving me nuts Sandi!!!  You don’t know 
what you’re doing to me.  Oh I just had a thought…I hope it’s what I 
think it is. 

Sandi: It might be…would you be disappointed if I had muscles too?  

Cara: Oh no Sandi!  You can’t…you’re too beautiful!  You’re teasing me 
aren’t you?  Omigod, please tell me you’re not teasing me!   I’ve never 
seen muscles on you! 

Sandi: I’m not teasing Cara, really.  You can’t see them unless…well, 
unless I were to flex them for you.  And they get really huge…and really 
hard…and then you see what my strength really looks like. 

Cara: Oh, Sandi, I want you so much.  I want to feel my body in your 
strong arms.  Sandi, why didn’t you tell me? 

Sandi: I wasn’t sure how’d you react…I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about 
me being so much stronger than you. 

Cara: And now what do you think? 

Sandi: I think you should come over tonight.  But would you do something 
for me? 

Cara: Yes, I’ll do a lot of things for you, but what did you have in 
mind? 

Sandi: Remember that skirt and sweater? 

Cara: I’ll be so sexy, even your strength won’t be enough to resist me. 

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