The Waitress  Part 2 



Dear Readers please note that any characters in my story are purely made up  
and bear no resemblance to anyone living or dead.


So there I was in complete muscle lust with a Goddess by the name of Sonia.
She was a new waitress in a local restaurant, which I occasionally frequented.
I had just complimented her by diverting her concern for my state (appearing
flushed, feverish and altogether discombobulated ) by telling her I was swept
away basically by her beauty. Actually, I had just come in my shorts, having
watched her bring the tray of food over. Her bicep was huge, now over 19".

As I looked up into her angelic-like face I couldn’t help but notice the
ironic inconsistency with her classically innocent beauty vs. her amazing
body. Surely she knew what affect she was having on Me, God on any man! Yet
she showed no indication at all that she could bring me to the heights of
orgasm without even touching me. As she removed her consoling, soft hand from
my face, I had a millisecond to see its hugeness. Each knuckle was almost
twice the size of mine. Oh my heavens, the precum was leaking out again from
my hardened cock.

Thinking up a good line, I managed to stammer "Actually I could use some help
getting home, I feel weak in the knees." As luck would have, it my blond
beauty was leaving in about 10 minutes. "Why don’t we rap up your dinner and
you can finish it at my place. It’s not to far." As I turned away for the
briefest instant, I mouthed to myself "Thank you Lord." "Sure, I would love to
go home with you, but I can hardly stand" , I managed to say.

Shortly thereafter, Sonia had her arm around me and the other arm was holding
my food. I marveled at the way she held on to both. What was really cool was
that her arm, which held me up under my shoulder, was pumped and it was
pushing into me, like some ball of steel. As an added bonus, she was
perspiring even more than and I could feel her wetness against me as it
stained my shirt. My Protectress lifted me up into her rather elevated SUV
with that one arm, tightened my seat belt and began driving.

Soon we had arrived at her place and she performed her ministrations in the
opposite fashion. This time I swooned and laid my head against her huge right
shoulder nuzzling into it for all I was worth. Fearing I was fainting, she
lifted me like one might lift a pillow, as I ended up in her arms. I felt
secure, protected and very horny. Sonia, who was at least 6" taller than me,
lifted me up to her bosom easily. As she did I could smell that heavenly scent
that exuded from her. It was a mix of sweat and female animal.

In no time at all, Sonia had deposited me on a chair in her basement. Now this
was no ordinary basement. Oh no. It had a weight bench, racks of weights( the
heaviest looked like the size of a wheel on a covered wagon and many dumb
bells of varying sizes( the lightest was 40 lbs and the heaviest was 200
lbs.), a squat rack, and a heavy and speed bag as well. All in all, I figured
I had died and gone to heaven. Sonia unwrapped my food and set it before me.
In addition she gave me some bottled water. "You start to eat, I will be right
back, I need a workout and need to change. Why don’t you eat and watch me."
With that she was gone. Hey reader, have you ever wondered when your luck
would change, really change for the better. Well I had never won a lottery, or
anything as a matter of fact. This time I felt like I had answered Regis’s
final question correctly and walked away with the million.

Quick as a flash Sonia returned, this time wearing tight fitting red shorts
and a white muscle t shirt that was cut off at the sleeves. In my awe, I noted
that she was a very natural woman because I could see tufts of blond hair
sticking out from under her arms. I must go back, this instant and expand on
my description as it doesn’t do her justice. Her shorts we so tight that if
she flexed her big, round, hard ass, surely it would split down the seams. I
imagined her doing that on my face, smothering me, commanding me to clean out
her hole. I could even smell that ass, in my fantasy, with my nose buried deep
in its crack. I imagined it to be ripe with a wonderful odor.

As for her arms, they were like pythons. Each one had serious, almost angry ,
yet sexy veins running from their tops straight down her forearms, ending at
her fists. Sonia began during easy curls with the 80 lb weights. After
completing her reps she jumped to the 100 and then 150 pound dumb bells. I got
to see all this. See the sweat mix with her arm hair. Watch it roll down
languidly off her arms, as it d r i p p e d onto the floor. Okay, so if you
were in my position could you continue to eat nonchalantly, as if it had no
effect on you?

These thoughts ran thru my mind like a bullet train heading for Osaka, Japan.
Lets see now, I just wet my shorts again. Can you help me out dear reader? How
many times was that so far? I lost track. Wouldn’t YOU! While I am digressing,
Sonia walked over to the heavy bag and began to hit it with her iron fists.
Each time she connected the bag would jump about ten feet. I imagined what
those blows could do to me. If I were really lucky perhaps break my ribs like
twigs. Damn did I say perhaps? Of course they would.. I noticed that she used
uppercuts a lot as if she were working on the middle of some poor opponent.
With one last murderous punch, the bag broke apart, sending white stuffing all
over the place.

Getting inventive, I asked her if I might spar with her as I was the champ in
my weight division at college( an outright bold-faced lie). She looked at me
and smiled uttering, "Sure you are ok." "Sure I am, could use the practice.
Besides I won’t hurt you."Now isn’t that the truth! Sonia said she had a pair
of her brothers shorts in the other room and asked me to get more comfortable.
I broke the land speed record for changing clothes and was back in a flash,
having found a pair of size 12 sneakers, also belonging to her brother. God he
must be huge too. I made sure I cleaned myself up first as it wouldn’t do to
have tracks of cum oozing down my legs like tears down a cheek.

Sonia, as ravishing as ever, informed me she had never fought, boxed or
sparred with a man before. Her exercise in this area was meant to be
individual and solely done for the cardiovascular benefits. She did tell me
that she was rather strong however. I countered with the classic male line,
"Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, I can take your best shot."

Oh Boy, was I going to get it now. I raised my hands in a classic fighting
stance and motioned to Sonia to "bring it on". As she approached I looked down
at her magnificent quads, rippling with each step. My eyes traveled up to her
perfect breasts continuing up to her delts and shoulders which really looked
like granite boulders. My eyes had to rest someplace so I looked at her fists,
huge sun-blocking fists and her arms. I could see the horseshoed triceps and
the bulge of her biceps. I wonder if she could see my bulge? I do know that it
protruded out of these shorts and stood at attention.

Sonia, getting into it now threw some tentative punches. Wanting to get things
rolling I threw a feeble punch at her beautiful rose bud mouth. Of course she
ducked and countered with a jab and an uppercut. The jab broke my nose like an
open ketchup packet. The uppercut came from her boxing boots and connected
with my jaw, right on the exact point. I heard two audible cracks as each land
annihilated their targets. I was out cold, standing up, floating like a just
washed sheet , in the wind.

My face was now deconstructed. My nose was flat as a raw bloody pancake and my
jaw, well that was shattered in about 3 places. Sonia, amazed at her prowess
looked down at her ham hock fists and shook her head in amazement. Then she
did something quite interesting . She blew on me with the sweetest breath
(unfortunately I couldn’t smell it as my nose was shattered and I was out
cold). The effect of her sweet breath on me was pronounced. It caused me to
fall over backwards, as I twitched for a time before ejaculating and passing
out cold.

Eventually I came to. As I looked up I saw a vision of an angel. This angel
had a coat hanger in her hand. At first I thought she was going to strangle me
with it. "SHHHHHHH baby, lay still. I have to wire that jaw of yours. I am so
sorry." I could see genuine tears rolling down her cheeks. So angels can cry
after all. "Now this might hurt a lot but can’t be helped", she warned. Slowly
she bent the metal hanger back and stuck one end into my fragmented jaw. She
then proceeded to "sew " that metal, weave it in and out until my jaw was
secure. "There"...all done", she noted proudly.

Now she concentrated on my nose." Now this will really hurt alot."he took her
huge hand and spread the palm of it out in front of my ruined face. Suddenly
she pushed hard and I heard a snap and then I passed out. It was much later,
hours later that I awoke. Sonia was next to me, still wearing her sweaty,
white t shirt. It was covered in red gooey blood and teeth , jaw and nose ooze
.Her hair contained the same sickening mix as well. "Don’t worry, I will nurse
you back to health", I heard my Muscle Goddess say. As I leaned back on my
pillow, I smiled with a toothless, jaw-busted grin. I was one happy man.