Strong Sara By The Collector Sara's Strength or Sunday Funnies 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 This story, like all my stories is based on actual events in my life. Really! Anyway, keep a close eye on the personals in your local paper. You never know whom you might find ... or how wonderfully strong she might be. Sara was quite a find ... I hope she keeps me. I scanned the personals as I did every Sunday and came across one that stopped me cold ... almost like a dream. Sara. Unusual blonde, 5'5", 119, 35D-22-24, very attractive, looking for LTR with SWM, 5'6"- 5'10", ht/wt prop for quiet evenings at home, fun times together. I'm a one-man girl, fun loving, sensuous, wanting to be treated right. Unusual? If you're bothered by a girl's strength, don't bother calling. I'm very strong, muscular, but very feminine, looking to be adored by a man who doesn't mind a stronger woman in his life. If this fits you, call me. 555-6573. Inside, I was jumping for joy. If she was half of what she said she was, I could be in heaven. I went to the phone to dial her number ... then stopped. What would I say? Would I say the wrong thing? Would she ask why it was she I called instead of someone else? Would she see through me? I moved back and forth the all day, trying to find the right words that never came. After several hours, at 8:30 at night, I finally called. "Hello" she answered. Her voice was soft, even angelic, sweeter than I expected, even from just a hello. "Hi ... Uh ... Sara ... I saw your ad in the Sunday paper and...You sounded interesting. Oh, my name's Andy." "Hi Andy. I was beginning to think nobody was going to call. I've had that ad out for over a month and haven't had one serious call. A couple of cranks, but that's been it. I was beginning to think I was a freak or something." "Actually, I liked what you said about yourself. You sounded nice and personable, and like someone who knows what they want." "Thank you, Andy. I am nice and personable. I'm just a normal girl in most respects and I just want the same things most people do I guess." "Me too ... it's really hard to find someone that wants the same things I do ... has the same values ... you know ... that kind of thing." "I know what you mean ... it's really hard. I've met a lot of guys attracted to me for my looks ... but that doesn't last very long. I even scared some away." "Your description of yourself didn't scare me at all ... actually I really liked it. But I can see where some guys would find you intimidating ... especially if you're..you know ... muscular." Just by saying it, I felt as though I'd said something that needed to be said. "At least that's encouraging. I feel better already. Actually, I'm lying out by the pool at my apartment. It's dark, quiet ... sort of gives me time to think. I don't like a lot of people around ... I guess I'm a bit of a loner. Besides, I like to wear my bikini without everyone staring at me ... it's just rude. Even women stare at me. It's a little unnerving, so I just wait till everyone's gone and I have the place to myself." "I know ... I don't like it when a lot of people are around either. Isn't that odd that women stare at you too?" "I think so. There's this one girl that lives here that keeps writing me mash notes, wanting to meet me. She saw me lifting weights a few weeks ago and says she can't get over my strength. She's really beautiful and could probably have any guy she wanted, but she keeps bothering me. I have half a mind to go see her and show her how strong I really am, but I wouldn't want to be mean to her. I guess she can't help it." "That really is unusual. She sounds obsessed with you, if that's possible. I thought only guys got that way." "No ... believe me ... I've had other women chasing me. At first I thought it was my looks, but for some reason, they all seem to want to be around a strong woman. I wish just one guy would look at me that way. I guess my strength is both a curse and a blessing." "I'm just an average guy, so I don't think you'd call me exceptionally strong or anything like that. So I'd definitely call it a blessing." "I think you're right. I just take it for granted ... I don't really know what's it's like to be any other way. I've always been very powerful, even as a girl ... I don't mean to be arrogant or anything ... it's just the way I am." "That must be a nice feeling ... to at least know you're stronger than other women." "It really is. I don't want to scare you though Andy, but in my ad I said I was very strong ... I didn't just mean stronger than other women. I'm exceptionally strong ... I always have been ... I'm not even sure I should tell you how strong I am ... I'm not sure you'll believe me ... and it might scare you away." "Sara ... you remember what you just said ... about wishing some guy would look at you the way some other women do? About ... being with a stronger woman?" "Uh ... yes Andy." "Well ... would it bother you if I was a little attracted to you because ... well, because of your strength?" "Actually ... I think I'd like it very much." "That's great ... when I read your ad, I couldn't believe someone like you really existed." "Uh ... Andy ... are you saying what I think you're saying?" "Oh shoot ... I've blown it haven't I?' "No ... no ... I ... really like where this is headed. Just a sec ... " There was a lapse in the conversation for a moment. "I'm back ... I had to get up and put my heels on and walk around ... this is getting interesting." I could hear her heels against the concrete ... a slow, sharp clicking sound that was enticing. "I hope I haven't said the wrong thing Sara." "No you haven't ... I think you were starting to say the right thing ... I hope. Something about stronger women ... " "I just saw your ad ... I mean you sound beautiful ... but when I read the part about you being strong ... I was ... more than excited. And you sound so feminine ... I can't get over it. It's like ... you're a dream come true." "I like that Andy ... I really like that. But when I said I was strong ... I meant exceptionally strong ... I can do things you'd never even dream of doing." "Sara ... even stronger than guys?" I asked, actually knowing the answer. She laughed as soon as I said it. "Yes Andy ... even stronger than guys ... and stronger than you Andy ... but you knew that didn't you? Wow ... this even turns me on a little ... actually, more than a little." "Sara ... it drives me nuts just thinking about you. I can't believe I'm talking to a girl as strong as you." "Sounds like you're getting a little warmed up too. Did I tell you I was wearing my bikini? I wear one very well Andy ... better than most girls. I just wish you were here to ... maybe rub me down." "Sara ... you're teasing me!" "I know" she laughed. "But it just seemed like something you'd like." "It is ... yea, it's not bad ... I wish I was there instead of here." "But if I was really teasing you, I'd tell you how beautiful my legs are." "Sara ... geez ... legs too ... you sound too good to be true." She laughed again. "Gorgeous legs Andy. Now I've got you all wound up don't I?" "Yes ... but it's OK. I think you're probably enjoying yourself also." "To be honest, this is a little sexy ... and it's fun ... and it's nice having a guy fawn over me like this. Can I ask you something Andy?" "Sure ... go ahead." "Would you take care of my little muscles for me too?" she asked in a coy, playful voice, almost little girlish. "Geez ... there you go again Sara ... you're driving me up a wall ... I really want to meet you sometime ... if you think we might get along." "I'm having so fun with you. But I‘m not making fun of you, I'm really not. I'd like to see you Andy ... see if there's any guy out there who can appreciate a strong girl like me." "Sounds like you've never had your strength ... and your beauty fully appreciated by anyone Sara. You sound so sexy ... so gorgeous ... and the thought of you being so strong is killing me." "No ... I haven't Andy ... I think I really need that. Probably as much as you'd enjoy doing it for me." "Well ... would you like to meet for dinner or something later this week?" "No ... I don't think so Andy ... the timing's just not right." "But I thought you said ... " "I was thinking maybe ... tonight ... if that's OK?" "There you go again! You like teasing me ... are you really serious?" "Only if you're serious about seeing a strong sexy blonde." "Oh man ... yes ... I'd love to. I live near Park and Independence ... is that close at all?" "Umm ... maybe 3 minutes away ... how fast can you be here?" "How about two minutes?" She gave me her address. "Andy ... I'll be by the pool ... look for the beautiful blonde in the bikini." "I don't think I'd miss you if I closed my eyes. I'm on my way." "Oh ... and Andy?" "Yes Sara?" "Didn't I tell you I had these little muscles?" "Yes." "Would it upset you if they really weren't little at all?" "Oh Sara ... how do you mean?" "Well, I have these big strong biceps that are as beautiful as I am ... and I'm dying to have your hands all over my strong pretty muscles. See what a pretty girl's strength is really like. It might be fun." I nearly dropped the phone, but hung on long enough to say good-bye and tell her I'd be there in two minutes. To be continued. I know ... but don't be mad. Sara has some fun in store for our hero.