The Restaurant By DanBoyII STANDARD WARNING - This is not for the underage or those who find explicate ideas offensive in any way. Although written in the first person, it is not something I experienced but is a tale developed from a story told to me. It was a small place, just a greasy spoon really, but it was close to my room which was also near the college. The food wasn’t all that bad and the service was good. I was a 22 year old veteran back in school searching for a degree in something worthwhile. At 5’11" 180 with light brown hair and in pretty good shape, I wasn’t a centerfold for some guy magazine but I wasn’t bad looking either. One of the waitresses was older than the others. I judged June to be about forty, deep red hair with a little salt sprinkled about. She was about 5’4" with a very nice figure, probably around 125 pounds. There were a few freckles on an attractive round face without prominent features. She was a very pleasant person with a ready smile. I knew that she was divorced and had two teen age kids, a boy 15 and a girl 13. I often took up residence on a stool at the end of the long counter and drank coffee while reading the paper. Sometimes June would come up behind me and rub my shoulders and neck. We teased each other about many things and often talked seriously about world events. Sometimes when no one was around the teasing would get just a little bit physical. June usually started it by putting a more than just gentle squeeze on my shoulders or neck. I would feign pain and whirl around and grab for her legs with the idea that I would pull her off balance and onto my lap. It never worked because she would move her legs back and push on my shoulders so that her legs would be just out of my reach. One day we met by chance in the hallway or alcove at the side entrance of the restaurant. We hugged as we sometimes did and I teased her about her pinned up hair which was just a bit different than usual. She poked me playfully on the chest and we locked arms and began pushing each other. I decided to bend her back in a dip and give her a kiss. To my surprise, it wasn’t working. We held each other by hands or wrists - it kept changing - with neither of us gaining an advantage. June was quick and clever . At first she just fought me off without any attempt to attack me. She began to giggle at my ineffective efforts and then she really began to push back. First she captured one of my wrists in a powerful grip that suddenly told me that this woman was very strong. Our eyes met and with no words spoken the message was clear. She was demonstrating some real power. We both knew that I was feeling it and that she wasn’t finished. She then caught my other wrist and forced me back in a spread-eagle position against the wall. At first I thought I would just swing her about and twist out of her hold. I found that I could slide my arms along the wall some but she seemed to be able to stop any movement at will. I soon realized that I could hardly move let alone get away from her hold. Trying as hard as I could, it just became more and more painfully obvious that I had been overpowered by this small woman and was now completely under her control. I was so terribly embarrassed and humiliated at this strange turn of events that I didn’t realize how sexually excited I was becoming. When I did, there wasn’t anything I could do to hide it because she was holding me so tightly. Her body was hard against me so I knew that she must feel my excitement pressing eagerly against her groin. Looking down I could see one of her legs with foot planted firmly as she applied the leverage to hold me to the wall. Junes legs were not overly muscular but had now had taken on the appealing shape of a dancer in an athletic pose or possibly a sprinter straining as she sets in the starting blocks. She was wearing the flat heeled white slippers that normally complimented her waitress outfit so that I towered over her by some seven inches. She looked up at me with an impish grin. "I gotcha honey," she said softly as she squeezed my wrists even tighter to emphasize the point. "I’m really very strong, don’t you think? Give up?" I was dizzy with a combination of excitement and embarrassment. I knew I couldn’t get loose and yet I kept trying. What strength I had was ebbing away and June seemed to be getting stronger. Suddenly I became fearful that someone would walk into the hallway and see my predicament. It was one of the entrances to the place and it also gave access to the lavatories and the pay phone. "I give, I give," I said sheepishly. "You’ve got me, I give." June gave a low chuckle and released my arms but before I could move she stooped, wrapped her arms around my thighs and lifted me off the floor. What a feeling! It was electric! As my body weight left my legs I had a feeling of near weightlessness as I was lifted in the arms of this strong woman who had just overpowered me moments ago. She carried me easily for the half dozen steps that it took to reach the men’s room door. It only took a few seconds but my racing mind half agonized over being caught in this position by someone I knew while the other half of me wanted her to keep holding me forever. My hands moved about exploring her shoulders and upper arms. June’s arms were usually covered by sleeves that extended to just above the elbow as they were today, but today I could feel hard steel-like arms that I hadn’t realized were hidden there. She put me down at the door, stood back in a mock double bicep pose with a big smile and then suggested that I might want to go in the men’s room and freshen up. I managed to mumble, "Geeze, you’re strong," as I stumbled through the door.