Nadine has her Way
by Dreamspinner



It was Charlie's first shift at the theater. In fact, it was his first shift
anywhere. His parents had pestered him all summer to look for a job and he
finally relented, filling out applications one after the other. Then the
theater called, he went for an interview, and he was hired. "This will suck,"
he said, pulling out of the parking lot. "What a lame-ass job, working behind
the counter in a movie theater." He looked at the ridiculous white shirt and
black pants the manager had given him, lying on the other seat in a crumple.

That was his attitude the day he was hired, but this evening is his first on
the job. He doesn't know it but his attitude is about to change.

In the front doors Charlie walks, wearing the white shirt and black pants,
feeling totally embarrassed, hoping none of his friends see him, his eyes
firmly planted on the patterned carpet, greasy with dirt from a million shoes.

The woman behind the snack counter sees him come in. "Are you the new hire?"
she asks, knowing he is. "I've never seen you here before."

Charlie looks up. His breath catches in his throat.

"Yes. It's my first shift," he says, cotton mouthed. He goes up to the counter
where the woman is leaning on the glass. She leans forward. "What's your
name?"

"Charlie." What's yours?"

"They call me Hot Nadine."

"Why?"

She smiles a 50 thousand watt smile. Her teeth are dazzling white. Her lips
are full, raspberry colored. "You tell me."

"You're beautiful," Charlie squeaks. He manages to tear his eyes from her
face. She is tall ... taller by inches than him. And she has muscles in her
arms, he sees. In seconds, the nearness of this woman with the beautiful face
and muscular arms makes him stiff in the pants.

"That's what they tell me," she says. "Now, if you're going to work the
counter, better come back here so I can show you the ropes."

Charlie makes his way down the counter and around to where the signs says
'authorized personnel only.' When he makes the turn, he sees Nadine on tiptoe,
reaching up to get something off the high shelf. He sees her big calf muscles
bulging below the hem of her black knee-length uniform skirt. Charlie feels
drawn to her like iron filings to a magnet but his legs feel like concrete. He
cannot move.

Nadine sees him. "Are you paralyzed? Come over here and give me a hand."

****

Charlie got the hang of working the snack counter in the hours he spent
working with Nadine that evening. And, he had snuck plenty of looks at her
muscular legs and bulging biceps during that time and had been squirming the
whole shift, obviously trying to make room for his hardening broomstick.

As the shift ended, they both walked to the door. Nadine pulled Charlie close
and whispered, "You were staring at my legs all shift!"

Charlie whispered back, "I can't help it. You've got muscles like I've never
seen before."

"So it's not ok for girls to have muscles?" Nadine pulled him by the arm out
through the door and down the sidewalk leading to her car. The parking lot was
empty. "Well? Is it ok or not?" she asked.

"I'm having trouble thinking," Charlie said, mouth getting dry.

Nadine drew him close. She towered over him. "Do you like them? Do you like my
muscles, Charlie?"

"I do actually," he said. "How did you get such big muscles in your legs,
especially? I've never seen calves like yours before."

Nadine punched him on the arm and said, "Well, I was on the track team for one
thing, and I ride my bike at least four miles a day, but when I was little, my
mom made my brother and me dig a pond in her backyard and we had to carry the
dirt we dug out of where the pond was going to be in 5 gallon buckets, one in
each hand. It was about a half a mile from the pond to where we dumped the
dirt. That's when I started packing on muscle. And I go to the gym six times a
week currently."

"You have big biceps." Charlie said.

"Yes, I do. Look." Nadine pushed up a sleeve and crooked an arm. Her biceps
rolled up into a hard ball. "Feel it," she said.

Charlie felt her muscle. He shivered.

Nadine smiled. "I have to go," she said. "My kids have a sitter. She costs me
dearly but she's good. No sense letting her take more of my hard earned snack
bar money than she has already. See you tomorrow?" she asked.

Charlie nodded. His boner was throbbing. "Yes," he squeaked.

****

Nadine was surprised at how wet her brief encounter with Charlie had made her.
There was something about the boy that intrigued her. No, intrigued was the
wrong word. Turned on was the right way to put it. So turned on, in fact, that
she ran her hand up her skirt and finished herself off on the drive home,
thinking about his soft brown eyes, longish hair, and slight body.

Charlie wasn't surprised at all by the effect Hot Nadine had on his nineteen
year-old throbber. Women like her had been the stuff of his fantasies ever
since he had been sexual. His wank bank, as he called it, was full of images
and little videos of girls with muscles. His collection of these things was
enormous, and as he lay in bed at night he conjured them up, one after the
other, letting them play in his imagination until he had his orgasm.
Afterwards, he drifted off, satisfied. The idea that one of the women of his
imagination would be a coworker was a dream come true, and he masturbated on
the way home, his hand a blur. When he came, he nearly wrecked his car. There
was goo everywhere.

****

As the summer evenings came and went, and so did the relationship between
Charlie and Hot Nadine deepen. There were lots of idle hours where traffic to
the snack bar was nearly nonexistent, and the two used these times to talk
about their hopes and dreams and Hot Nadine's muscles, of course.

Nadine told Charlie about her calf flexing clips having been discovered on
Youtube by some guy in Indiana, and her subsequent rise to fame on Facebook.
And Charlie told Nadine a lot about his wank bank. They were both surprised at
how open they were able to be with each other and relished each opportunity to
tell more about these things. Nadine found Charlie's youthful enthusiasm and
curiosity refreshing. She also enjoyed flirting with him. She enjoyed that
very much. He awakened in her that which she feared was lost forever. Charlie
loved telling a woman old enough to be his mother about sexual things without
fearing that he would be condemned for the things he enjoyed. And it came to
him that he had fallen in love with the woman called Hot Nadine.

****

It went this way until one day in late August, when Nadine told Charlie that
she had found another, better-paying job.

"What will I do without you?" he croaked.

"You'll manage," Nadine said, knowing full well that she had become his love
interest. She knew, too, that he would take this as a huge loss. "You're cute,
funny, and you're good company. Some girl will fall head over heels for you.
It'll take time, but you'll be ok."

Charlie moped around the rest of his shift. He ignored customers who came to
the snack bar and was reprimanded more than once by the manager.

When shift's end came and the lights darkened, the two walked out together.
Nadine pulled Charlie close, like she had done the evening they first worked
together. "Come to my car," she said. "Let's sit together for a while." She
took the boy by the hand.

When they were a few feet from her SUV, she unlocked the doors with her remote
key fob. "Get in, Charlie. I want our last night together to be special."

Nadine got in first. When Charlie got in the passenger's side, she put her arm
around his narrow shoulders, pulled him to her and kissed him on the mouth. He
startled but then fell into her arms, kissing her beautiful mouth with
youthful enthusiasm, panting like a dog.

Nadine laughed. "Slow down, Charlie. My kids are at my mom's tonight. There's
no rush." With no effort at all, she laid him across her lap so she could gaze
at his young face. She let her fingers trace around the curves of his mouth.
She brushed his long hair back. Then she bent down and kissed him like the
older woman she was. "I have big plans for you tonight," she said.

Nadine's skilled fingers found his zipper and in a moment, she had him out.
There was precum everywhere. She smiled, kissed him deeply and began to move
her hand up and down, hesitating at the top of each upstroke, making a little
circle around the tip with her thumb.

"I'm going to come," Charlie whispered.

"Not yet," said Nadine. She expertly pressed her thumb and forefinger at the
base of it for a few moments, squeezing it, dampening his urge. "Let's get in
the back. I've put the seats down. There's a blanket there, and pillows, too."

"Won't somebody see us?" Charlie asked.

"No," Nadine said. "There isn't any activity in this neighborhood at this time
of night. It'll be fine."

In moments, they were lying in the back, giggling like schoolchildren.

"Kiss me," Nadine said. Charlie hesitated. Nadine took his hand. "I'll be
gentle," she said.

The boy moved close. He put himself up on one elbow and looked at Nadine. Her
eyes met his. With a strong hand behind his head, she pulled him to her. Their
faces were inches apart. She smelled his sweet young breath. Then, with slight
urging, he came to her, kissing her wildly on the mouth, the cheeks, her neck,
his breath coarse and rough. She felt him trembling all over. He had not put
his dick back in his pants and she felt it against her, hard as a rod.

"Take off your clothes," she said. He did, and do did she. In moments they
were naked, lying side by side. Nadine touched it. She sensed he was about to
come and again pinched him off.

"Can I feel your muscles?" Charlie asked.

"Which ones?"

"Your biceps."

Nadine bent both arms. Her biceps rose up and got very hard. Charlie squeezed
both. He shuddered. "Oh, God," he said. "Can I feel you all over?"

Nadine nodded. Charlie's hands felt her everywhere, caressing and fondling her
big strong body from her shoulders to her breasts, her waist, her solid ass,
down her thick powerful thighs to the calves he had eyed so many times when
they worked together at the snack bar.

"Now my pussy," Nadine said. Charlie hesitated again. She pulled his slender
body to hers with your strong arms and pressed her mouth on his. He hesitated
at first, then let his hot pink tongue touch hers. In a moment, their tongues
were swirling. She pulled him forcefully closer to her, pressing him into her,
grinding against him. All at once, she took his hand and put it there. She was
sopping wet.

"I want you to fuck me, Charlie," she said. With strength three times that of
his, all at once Nadine had him on top, sliding him in. "I love the feel of
your dick in me, Charlie." She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him
hard. Her legs wrapped around the back of his legs, she began to thrust her
hips hard against him, driving his dick in deep.

All at once, he said, "I'm going to come!

"Yes you are," Nadine said. "I want you to come hard. Pump your goo in me!"

He came violently, spraying his hot spunk insider her. After minutes, he
slumped on his side, exhausted, but Nadine brought him on her again, kissing
him violently, grinding her hips, making his dick hard again. She heaved under
him. It slid in like a child slipping into warm bathwater.

"Feel my biceps!" she commanded. He did, coming again, feeling her strong
arms. And when he did, Nadine began coming. Once, twice, three times, then
four and five times. She shuddered with aftershocks.

"That was really nice," she said, finally unloosening her strong grasp.

"My first time," Charlie said.

"I know. I could tell. You did great." She pulled him to her and kissed him
deeply.

Charlie got on one elbow again. He looked her up and down, from broad
shoulders to thick muscular legs. He began to stiffen and Nadine saw it. Quick
as a mink, she was down on him, bobbing, kissing and sucking. To his utter
astonishment, Charlie came again.

It was Nadine's turn to lie back exhausted. She had her hands behind her head.
Charlie scooted next to her, letting his head rest on one slack biceps.

"It smells like a fuck in here," Nadine said, smiling her dazzling smile.

Minutes passed, then without speaking, they put on their clothes and stayed
sitting up on the place where they had fucked.

Then Charlie began to cry, then sob. Between gasps, he said, "Don't leave,
Nadine. I love you."

"I know, Charlie. I know you do. I love you, too. Not in the way you love me,
but I love you. I do." She kissed him, long and sweet. "Come on, I'll walk you
to your car."

They walked hand in hand to his car. He slid his key into the lock, but left
his keys hanging. "Can I at least feel your biceps again?"

Nadine smiled. She loved flexing her muscles and having them admired. She bent
both arms. Her biceps balled up. She made them very hard. Charlie put a hand
on each. He squeezed with all his might but could not make even a small dent
in either biceps. He let his hands fall to his side.

Nadine let her arms down, and lifted Charlie's head, a finger under his chin.
She gave him one last kiss, then walked back to her SUV, big calves bulging
with every step.