Closing Time
By Gerbil
Young male finds his muscular dream girl


It was just about closing time, and it felt pretty good when Mr. Akerman 
gave me the keys to the store, told me he was leaving, and not to forget to 
lock up.  That was the only high point of being sixteen, dateless, and 
working in a sporting goods store on a Friday night.

I only had a half-hour to play "Manager" before I closed, and there 
probably wouldn't be any more customers, but it felt good to be in charge.  
I was busy straightening up the stockroom in the back when I was 
surprised to hear the little bell on the door.  I yelled, "Be right out," and 
finished sticking three pairs of Adidas size 9s back on the top shelf.

I entered the store's showroom, and was surprised to see my classmate 
Jenny, looking over the shoe assortment.  I had known Jenny ever since 
we were in first grade, but we had never established a friendship.  Both of 
us were pretty much loners; me with my books, and her getting involved 
with every sport offered.  Most of my buddies thought she had too much 
muscle for a girl, but I think that is why I had always been attracted to her.  
I used to love to sneak around during gym class and find out her times and 
scores in the various standardized fitness tests.  I would be amazed with 
her athletic feats, surpassing most of the males, and of course beating my 
meager scores in every category.  She was an unapproachable superior 
being in my mind.

Every year in school, I tried to get a seat two or three rows behind her so I 
could sneak looks at her body as it developed over the years.  I first started 
noticing muscles in her young arms and legs when she was only ten.  I 
looked forward to the start of school just for that reason, and now I was 
going to wait on her and have to say more than just hi to her.  She was a 
customer.

I slowly moved toward her and worried that she could possibly read my 
mind over the years, and knew that I am totally obsessed with her body.  
The self-imposed guilt made my heart pound faster as I approached her 
and I would have headed the other way as I always had done, but I had a 
job to do.  She was dressed in cutoffs and a T-shirt, thrown on for comfort, 
but to me she was a vision.  Her dark brown hair hung loosely just below 
her ears, and I could plainly see the muscles in her legs and arms as she 
examined the shoes.

I was actually shaking as I moved closer and looked at her stocky young 
body back to me. 

"May I help you ma'am?"

She turned to face me and we were eye to eye, both 5'7" tall.  I had never 
stood so close to her, and as I looked into her large brown eyes I suddenly 
felt paralyzed and dwarfed by her.

She calmly smiled and said "Oh hi Stan.  I didn't know you worked here."

I moved my gaze past her, unable to hold the stare and meekly smiled 
back.  "Yeah, I've been here about 6 months.  I'm closing tonight," I 
bragged.

Jenny didn't seem overly impressed and told me that she was interested in 
a pair of Nike cross trainers, so she took a seat and I went to the back to 
retrieve them.  I was almost hyperventilating as I dug around the various 
boxes searching for her size.  I finally found a couple pairs with various 
styles and returned to her.  She had taken off her old pair of shoes, plus her 
socks, and was casually waiting for me.

"I'd like to get some footies too," she said as I approached.

I grabbed a pair from the rack and took a seat in front of her on the little 
stool we use.  She placed both feet between my spread thighs on the flat 
surface and I tried to keep my composure as I looked down at her bare feet 
and muscular calves.  I tore the footies from the plastic bag, and didn't 
really know how far to go, but when she held her right foot up, she 
indicated that I should put them on her.  It was the first time I had ever 
touched her, as I took her warm calf in my hand and slipped the footie 
over her toes and around her heel.  I was visibly shaking, and I think that 
was the first time that Jenny sensed that something more was happening 
than a shoe sale.

"Are you okay?"

I jumped, and felt myself blush as if she had read my thoughts.  "Sure, I'm 
fine."  I took her other foot which she offered to me, put the footie on, then 
put it in one of the shoes and laced it up, sneaking peeks at her firm round 
calve muscle.  I tried to resist, but as I was bending over, I suck a peek 
over her tanned large thighs, and at the narrow slit of her cutoffs got a 
quick glimpse of her panties.

I was tying the remaining shoe when she said, "Do you miss dating when 
you have to work?"

I nearly broke a lace, but shyly said, "No, I need to save money for 
college, and I don't really have anyone to go out with anyway."

Jenny rose to test the shoes and said, "I know what you mean.  I don't 
really date either.  I think I'm probably too "big" to attract guys."

"Oh, you're wrong... I mean, I think lots of guys would like to date you."

Jenny smiled, then moved towards a rack with tank tops and running 
shorts.  "I'd like to try these on if that's okay.  Are you going to be open a 
while longer?"

I looked at my watch with only five minutes 'til closing, but assured her 
that she had all the time in the world.

Ten minutes later, Jenny came out of the dressing room dressed in the blue 
tank top and matching silk shorts.  I had never seen her look so beautiful.  
Her biceps were full but not ripped like a bodybuilding, and the cut of the 
shirt allowed me a view of her strong chest and cleavage.  The shorts 
clung to her round full buttocks and I watched her move to the three-way 
mirror in awe.  She asked me to come closer and wanted to know my 
opinion.

"I think it's very attractive on you."

"You don't think it makes me look too big?  It does show that I'm pretty 
muscular."

I didn't know how far I should go.  I wanted to tell her she was a goddess, 
but I tried to remain professional.  "It's a very flattering outfit on you.  
Some people like muscles on girls, so you shouldn't worry about being 
strong."

She turned and smiled and said, "Believe me, I don't worry about being 
strong.  I like my muscles.  I've always had them and guess I always will.  
It's just a problem sometimes finding guys who aren't intimidated by my 
body.  I don't think I should pretend to be weak and frail just to get a date; 
do you?"

I was hoping against hope that our conversation was leading somewhere, 
and that she was not just teasing me.  I had to take a chance.  "I think you 
should be yourself, and I think you're very attractive, and any guy would 
be lucky to date you."

Jenny smiled and moved closer and stopped about a foot from me.  I held 
my breath and stared at a safe spot on her shoulder, not knowing what to 
do, and fearing what might come next.  

I saw her raise her right arm out of the corner of my eye and she flexed her 
arm slowly making her biceps contract into a large round smooth ball of 
hard muscle.

"Feel it."

"What?"

"I said feel it.  I think you want to don't you?"

I felt myself blushing again, but slowly my hand rose to her arm and for 
the first time I was actually feeling the beautiful arm which I had watched 
grow over the years.  I actually started to get an erection.  When Jenny 
noticed it I apologized, but she eased my mind by telling me not to worry 
and that she was flattered by my reaction.  

Jenny then moved to the section with weights and picked up a curling bar 
with 85 pounds on it.  She slowly started to move it up and down in steady 
reps and her biceps became larger and larger as veins began to appear.  
She invited me over and told me to stand behind her and put my hands on 
her arms as she steadily lifted.  It was amazing to me to be so close to her 
strength and actually experience it in action.  My erection grew harder and 
I know she must have felt it as she backed up into me.  After 30 reps, she 
was totally pumped, and she flexed once again allowing me to feel her 
hard blood-engorged muscles.  

She slowly released her flex, then turned and said, "If you want to ring up 
my things after I change, I'd like to grab a movie or something with you."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing and stammered, "Uh... sure."

I watched her big strong young body move to the dressing room and 
clenched my fist and silently screamed "Yes!"

Maybe it would never go anywhere, but tonight I was a Manager, going 
out with a dream.  I was in heaven.