The Blind Date
By Intenseman


Disclaimer:  This story may contain sexually explicit material that is not 
suited for children.

I received a call from two friends of mine the other day.  They told me that 
they had found the woman of my dreams.  Since these were two  of my best 
friends, and they knew what type of woman that really turned me on, I was 
skeptical.  You see, I am turned on by extremely strong, muscular, tall 
women.  I have never really met my fantasy woman.  Hence, my skeptism with 
my friends when they said they had found my dreamgirl. They said that she 
was a friend of a friend from Germany.  They had told her about me and she 
told them that she really wanted to meet a nice guy who wouldn't be 
intimidated by her.  Reluctantly I agreed to call her.  Her name was Greta. 
Boy am I glad I did!

I dialed the number of the hotel she was staying and she picked up the phone 
after several rings.  She had a nice voice with a thick german accent.  We 
talked about the usual things two people talk about when chatting for the 
first time.  She had a pleasant manner about her and we ended up chatting 
for 2 hours.  We set a date for the next evening and after I hung up it 
occurred to me that I had never asked her what she looked like and the 
subject of athletics never came up.  I was somewhat disappointed with myself 
for at least not asking her if she was athletic but figured I had to meet 
her now and really liked her personality no matter what she looked like.

I drove to her motel and I was really nervous.  Were my friends serious 
about her being my dreamgirl?  I took the elevator to her floor and knocked 
on her door.  The door opened and I was shocked to be staring at the largest 
woman I had ever seen in my entire life.  She had to duck to see me because 
her eyes were over the door frame.  She noticed the shock look on my face 
and looked sad.  She said,
"Your friends didn't tell you did they?"  I said, "Tell me what?"  "That I 
was really tall" she said.  Not wanting to offend her I said that she was 
really very beautiful.  She smiled a big smile and took my hand and brought 
me into her room.  I felt like a midget in her presence.  She said, "I am 
7'2.  I thought for sure your friends would tell you.  I really liked 
talking with you on the phone so much and I did hope so much to hit it off 
with you."  I looked at her giant hand still holding mine and thought, my 
gosh, this really is my dream girl.  I looked her over really well and 
realized she was wear really baggy clothes.  She had on a very loose blouse 
and a skirt that went all the way to her ankles.  I could tell she was 
really large but I couldn't tell if her largeness was fat or muscle.

I decided to get bold and tell her the truth.  I said, "Greta?  Did my 
friends tell you what type of woman I have been searching for?"  She nodded 
her head no.  I said, "Well, I hope what I am about to tell you doesn't 
change your mind about me.  I too enjoyed chatting with you yesterday and 
really want to persue a relationship with you.  I hope after what I am about 
to tell you, you will not change your mind."  She smile and said, "Please 
tell me what you need to tell me."  So I said, "Greta, I have always 
fantisized about meeting a woman like you.  At least like you in terms of 
your height.  I have dreamed about meeting a very tall lady I could love my 
whole life.  But. . .not only have I fantisized about meeting a really tall 
woman but I have also fantisized about meeting a really strong woman. . .one 
with muscles as well.  I hope this doesn't make you think less of me."

She said, "Are you being serious with me?"  (gulp)  I thought I had ruined 
everything.  I said, "I am afraid so.  I would understand if you want me to 
leave.  But please know that after speaking with you yesterday, I would like 
you no matter what you looked like.  I love your personality!  She looked 
deeply in my eyes.  It was like she was trying to decide if I were being 
serious about what I just said.  I am glad we were sitting down because with 
the 14" height difference I would have been very intimidated.  Then her face 
broke into a huge smile.  I asked her, "What are you smiling about?"  She 
said, "I really like you and I have a big surprise for you.  Sit still and I 
will be right back with your surprise."

My heart was pounding.  She went into the bedroom of her suite and closed 
the door. I tryed to imagine what she was doing.  The minutes seemed like 
hours.  Then all of a sudden the door swung open and I heard her voice.  She 
asked me if I were ready for my surprise?  I said yes.  Again she ducked 
under the door frame and entered the room.  She had on a big baggy robe.  I 
asked her as I smile, "Where is my surprise?" She said, "All my life I too 
have been looking for a particular type of man.  I wanted a man who was 
intelligent, warm, fun, good natured.  After our conversation yesterday I 
thought that you could be that man.  Now after you told me about your 
fantasy woman, I KNEW you were that man."  I said, "I don't understand?"  
She said, "Then watch very slowly."  She began to remove her robe.  I wasn't 
ready for what I was about to see.  She let it drop to the floor and my jaw 
dropped as well.  She was wearing a tight mini skirt with a tank top on.  
That was not what got my attention however.  Standing before me was the most 
muscular person I had ever seen.  Every inch of her rippled with muscle.  
Her legs were gigantic.  Her abs could be seen through her tank top and they 
were at least an eight pack.  Her shoulders and arms were also incredibly 
large and ripped.  She walked over to me and took my face and her hands.  
Slowly she bent down and kiss me softly on my lips.

She asked,  "How do you like your surprise sweetie?"  I said, "Greta, You 
ARE my fantasy!"  She pumped her arms and said, "YES!! You also said you 
like a physically strong lady, is that right sweetheart?"  I nodded yes.  
She said, "Well I have the height and the muscles, do you think I might be 
strong as well?"

My heart was pounding.  She could tell I was about to topple over and she 
put her hands under my armpits and slowly began to lift me.  I looked into 
her eyes and it was like I didn't weight anything.  When I was even with her 
mouth she kissed me passionately.  I was extremly excited by this woman 
before me.  I was excited like I had never been excited before.  She put me 
down and said, "I am sure you have your questions.  Ask me anything you 
would like."  I asked, "How strong are you?  How did you get so muscular?"  
She smiled and said, "It is a long story.  But the short version is this.  I 
was born in East Germany.  Both my parents were close to 7' tall.  The 
government knew I was going to possess great strength so that took me and 
began training me and giving me supplements at an early age.  By the time I 
was 8 I was stronger than any of the men lifters or throwers.  I continued 
to train every day with weights, running, wrestling, martial arts.  That was 
my job.  To train and get strong.  I did my job very well.  By the time I 
was 12 I was 6'4" and weighed 250lbs.  I was 3 times stronger than the 
strongest man in East Germany.  I continued to train until I was 18 and East 
Germany unified with West Germany.  By this time I was 7'2" and weighed 
425lbs.  My strength now was estimated to be 10 times stronger than the 
strongest man in Germany.  Although I was very accomplished I had never had 
a date.  The sports program fell apart and I got a job as a policewoman in 
Germany.  I also began to date men.  Most men were extremely intimidated by 
me.  The ones who were not were weird.  I have never shared this information 
with anyone until now.  You are only one of a few people in the world that 
knows my secret.  I was known to a few in East Germany as a supergirl.  Now 
I only want to be known by one as his supergirl."  She winked at me as she 
said that.  "What do you think about that?" She asked.

I was speechless at first.  She could tell she was having an enormously 
stimulating affect on me.  I asked, "So you are 10 times stronger than me?" 
(gulp)  "No silly.  I am much stronger than that.  That was 10 times 
stronger than the strongest man.  No offense, sweetheart but I do not think 
you are the strongest man." she said. We both laughed.  "Can you give me an 
idea just how much you can lift?"  I asked.  She said, "Sure.  Some other 
time.  Right now I want to go out on our date.  I want to be romanced by 
this wonderfully romantic, passionate man.  If you are lucky, maybe I will 
show you just how strong I am for your dessert."

To be continued. . .