The Maid
By Intenseman



Disclaimer:  This story contains adult material not suitable for children 
under 18.

I am a divorced man of 45.  Probably one of the reasons I am divorced is 
that I work too much.  I have a great career selling medical equipment.  I 
make lots of money but I am frequently out of town.  My wife of 15 years 
finally got fed up and left me 6 months ago.  I gave her the house in the 
divorce settlement and bought myself a new house right on a beautiful lake.  
I was trying to keep my house up but because I am out of town so much I 
decided to try a maid service.  I searched the yellow pages and found an ad 
that caught my eye.  The ad said, "Need a beautiful, strong woman to clean 
your house?  Call Cindy!"  The ad listed her number so I picked up the phone 
and called.  I got her answering machine.  She had an incredibly deep, sexy 
voice.  I left my name and number and asked for her to call me as soon as 
she could.

I went out of town the next day for a week and forgot all about calling 
Cindy's maid service.  When I returned to my home, I turned on my machine to 
get my messages.  I had one message.  It was Cindy.  She said that she could 
come by in the morning if that was convenient.  She asked me to give her a 
call tonight to comfirm the appointment.  I called her that evening and 
confirmed her appointment for the next day.  Again, I was struck by her 
voice.  It was so enticing and sexy.

I got up at 7:00AM the next day and took a shower.  When I got out of the 
shower I heard the doorbell ring.  It must be Cindy, I thought.  She was a 
few minutes early.  I was not prepared for what I was about to see.  I 
didn't have time to put on clothes so I wrapped a towel around me and went 
to the door.  I opened the door and before me stood the most muscular, busty 
woman I had ever seen.  She had on a tank top and workout shorts with tennis 
shoes.  My mouth must have dropped wide open but she was used to it and 
reached out and shook my hand and introduced herself to me.

"Hi Doug.  I am Cindy.  I should have told you that I was very muscular.  
Most men are kind of shocked when they meet me and I haven't told them.  I 
am really sorry," she said.

"Um. . .Um. . .that's ok.  I just have never seen a woman as muscular and 
beautiful as you are. . .do you compete?"  I asked feeling like a fool for 
the way I was reacting to her.

"Na. . .I am way too muscular to compete.  At least against other women.  I 
have a friend that thinks I should enter a contest and compete against the 
men," she laughed.

"Really?  Can you do that?" I asked.

"Well. . .I don't think it would go over too well with the men for a woman 
to beat a bunch of men. . .especially in bodybuilding.  But I am used to 
men's egos though.  I am always bruising them," she said.

I realized as I spoke to Cindy I was becoming very aroused.  I had always 
harbored this secret fantazy about meeting a sexy, bodybuilder, and before 
me stood the most MUSCULAR woman I had ever seen.  I looked down and noticed 
my towel poking straight out.  I blushed and looked up to see Cindy staring 
at my towel.

"I am sorry.  Let me get some clothes on and you can go ahead and start 
cleaning," I said.

"That would be fine.  And don't be embarrassed.  I find it flattering when a 
cute guy is excited by the way I look.  I spend alot of time training to 
look this way.  Most men are turned off by it.  So thanks for the indirect 
compliment," she said with a smile.

"You are welcome," I said continuing to blush.

I went to my bed room but couldn't get my mind off Cindy.  My gosh she was 
so muscular.  She was going through my mind over and over.  I guessed she 
must be 5'8".  I had no idea what she weighed.  Her arms and shoulders were 
incredibly huge with hard, vascular muscle.  Her thighs looked like tree 
trunks and her calves were gigantic and cut.  She also had a very pretty 
face with blond hair, and beautiful blue eyes.  What surprised me though was 
her chest.  Her breast stuck straight out.  I could tell she was not wearing 
a bra because her nipples harded when she looked at my towel and saw that I 
was excited by seeing her.  Each breast look like it was the size of a 
volleyball.
I decided to go back and take a cold shower.  I finally calm down and got 
dressed.

I went into my office and was amazed at what I saw.  Cindy was tilting my 
computer desk to the side while she vacuumed underneath.  I remembered when 
I had that piece of furniture delivered.  It took 4 big men to move it in 
the house.  The said it weighed over 600lbs empty.  It was not filled with 
my computer equipment.  She didn't even look like she was straining.

"Cindy. . .please be careful," I said.

"Be careful?  Oh . . .you mean with this desk.  I am always very careful not 
to hurt my customer's furniture," she said indignantly.

"No. . .I don't care about the furniture.  It was you I was worried about.  
That desk weighs over 600lbs empty," I said.

"You are not only cute. . .you are sweet too.  But don't worry about me 
lifting heavy items.  That's why I am so popular as a maid.  I can clean 
everywhere.  I move furniture that hasn't been moved in years," she said.

"But. . .how. . .could . . .you be this strong?" I said.

"I told you silly. . .I lift 6 days a week, 4 to 6 hours a day.  I am 5'8" 
tall and weigh 295lbs.  My measurements are 66DDD-24-38.  I have 28" biceps, 
40" quads, and 30" calves.  I do most of my really heavy training late at 
night.  Most of the hard core male powerlifters and bodybuilders would freak 
out if they knew how much weight I could lift," she said.

Again I was becoming aroused.  She was driving me crazy!  Not only was she 
so muscular but she was incredibly strong too!

"Now let me get back to work and I will let you ask all your questions when 
I am done.  I do not have any more customers this afternoon.  If you are 
lucky I will even let you buy me lunch," she said with wink.

So I sat on the couch and watched Cindy clean my house for several hours.  
She moved so gracefully.  She would amaze me every now and then when she 
lifted something heavy.  Finally she finished and asked if I still wanted to 
buy her lunch.  I said of course so she went out to her car and got her gym 
bag and asked if she could take a shower and change to go out to lunch.  A 
few minutes later she came out in the most sexiest outfit.  She had on 6" 
heels which made her several inches taller than me.  She had on a very short 
dress that had a cut out of it in where her stomach was.  It revealed the 
hardest six pack I had ever seen.  Her breasts still looked enormous in it 
as did her arms.  But they were covered somewhat.  Although the fabric 
looked like it would burst any seconed.

She sat down beside me and asked, "Go ahead and asked me."

"Ask you what?" I said.

"Ask me all the questions that are going through your mind. . .I know you 
have them.  Most guys do.  But the difference with you is that I like you 
and I am attracted to you just like you are attracted to me," she said.

Wow!  You is attracted to me?  How could this be.  I am a fairly attractive 
guy but a woman like Cindy was out of my league!

"Have you ever gone out with a man weaker than you?" I asked.

She laughed and said, "The better question would have been have you ever 
gone out with a man stronger than me."

"What do you mean?"  I asked.

"Just what you think I mean.  I told you I do all my really heavy lifting at 
night because most of the really musclehead guys would not be able to handle 
how much stronger I am than they are," she said.

"You do look strong. . .but are you serious?"  I asked.

"Got a quarter cutie?"  She asked.

"Sure. . ." I said.

I reached in my pocket and handed her a quarter.  She took it in her left 
hand between her thumb and her index finger and bent it like it was made of 
paper.  She handed it to me and I tried to bend it back.  I couldn't budge 
it.

"You need more proof I see," she said.

She put her arm on the coffee table in a position set to armwrestle.

"You can use two hands if you would like. . .if fact you can do anything to 
try and pin my arm to the table," she said with a wink.

I tried one hand and gave it all I had.  I looked at her and she was smiling 
at me and kissed my cheek.  Then she slammed my hand to the table.

"You'd better use two hands sweetie," she said.

I tried two hands and did no better.  She slammed both of my hands down on 
the table.

"Why don't you try sitting on my arm," she said.

I sat on her arm but the next thing I knew she was standing up and holding 
me with one hand under my butt.  Then she started pressing me like I was a 
dumbell.  She lifted me above her head 20 times.  I weigh 200lbs and I was 
amazed.

"Now are you convinced?  Or would you like to wrestle with me?" she asked.

"Wrestle?  You?  Are you kidding?  I wouldn't stand a chance!"  I said.

"I know that. . .but it might be some fun foreplay.  That's something we 
will have to do after our first date," she said with a wink!

To be continued. . .

I blushed again and said, "You are welcome."