You’re How Old? 
By Jeremy Wilson shaneomacfan3@yahoo.com 
I meet an extremely old muscular woman 


*Author's Note: If you're a regular reader of my stories, you know my
propensity to use either fairly young, or fairly old (okay, really old)
characters in my stories. Well, this one is no different, the age of the
character is not as extreme as some that I have written, but there will be far
more sex scenes than I usually put in my stories. This is a sort of homage to
Rampant Tiger who wrote a story a couple years ago named Sam and Me, that
story has prompted me to write this story.*

I had heard of her from one of my old high school friends on the internet, he
said he found the perfect woman for me, she was a local bodybuilder named
Sharon Levies, he told me that she was 5'1 140 pounds of muscle, and worked
out very heavy in the skimpiest clothes legal in that establishment. He also
told me that judging by her salt and pepper hair, her slightly wrinkled face
and age spot covered skin, she's probably in her late 50's at least. My friend
knew of my propensity for older muscle women, he had read many of my stories
on Diana the Valkyrie dealing with that very subject, and he said that she was
definitely worth the look.

Now, I'm a single guy, I've only had one serious girlfriend and a lot of
little flings here and there, but I've always imagined that the perfect woman
for me was one that was small, but very strong, strong enough to lift me and
carry me around like a child. None of my girlfriends have been able to come
even close to having that kind of power, not that I was seriously looking for
that kind of thing when starting out. But being as big as I am, 5'11 300
pounds of fat, it would be awesome to see a strong enough woman come along,
especially if she was small, muscular, and to be honest, very old. For some
reason older women have always caught my fancy, Trudy Ireland, Christa Bauch,
Linda Wood-Hoyte, Carmen Brady, all have really fascinated me with the way
they build the size of muscle they do well into their late 40's-early 50's.

Well, I decided to go knowing that if I had the chance to talk to her, I would
probably be too nervous to say anything that didn't make me look like a fool,
but just to stare at her body, to see how strong she was, it would be worth
it. I got my workout clothes on, took a deep breath and started my car, I just
imagined what I would say to her in my head, practicing it out loud, but
nothing really seemed to stand out as terribly romantic or attention getting.
Then I figured, no way would she even want a guy like me, I mean she's
probably married at her age, or maybe having a young, muscular stud as her
boyfriend. I stopped at a red light and slammed my face into the steering
wheel.

"No! I've got to try, this could be my perfect woman, I don't care if men are
hanging around her, I have got to try and meet her!"

Of course I wasn't noticing that people were staring until after I shouted at
myself, making myself look a little bit crazy. I looked around bashfully and
mouthed the words "Oops, sorry!" to whoever was looking with looks of
astonishment and displeasure. I said out loud to anyone who would listen, "I
had a big decision to make, it has been weighing on my mind lately. Sorry
again." They nodded in understanding and when the light turned green I drove
forward, making sure that all my decisions would be internalized.

I made it to the gym, and before I opened the doors, I pumped myself up some,
trying to get myself confident and worked up before meeting Sharon. I looked
around, this gym was medium sized, lots of good machines, some pretty up to
date equipment. Unfortunately I couldn't see anyone fitting the description of
Sharon. I decided to wait a little while, and worked out a little on the
elliptical rider that faced the main weight lifting area. I looked to the
right and I found that my friend that recommended the gym was right there!

"Hey bro, didn't expect to see you here today, what's up?"

"Man, after seeing what you told me about Sharon, how could I stay away, if
only to just get a look at her, I couldn't pass it up, bro. So where is she?"

"Well, don't worry, man, she always comes into the gym around this time, and
she'll be tough to miss."

I nodded. Alright, I guess I could wait. I lazily continue on the elliptical
figuring if I'm in a gym, I may as well look like I'm working out. The doors
opened then, finally Sharon had arrived!

My friends, was there a moment in your life that defines your life to that
point and after that point? This was that point, my life would never be the
same after witnessing Sharon for the first time.

She just looked incredible, I am not shitting you when I say her face was the
first thing I noticed, even with the wrinkles and crow's feet, I don't think I
have seen anything that comes close to the beauty I saw there, imagine if you
will, Angelina Jolie and Scarlet Johansson's beautiful faces combined, age it
30 years and you have some idea of what I'm talking about. Her grayish blue
eyes drew me in like pools of warm water I could swim in all day long. Her
hair was bouncy, slightly curly, and down to her shoulders, a little grey
around the temples, but otherwise black throughout. Her smile was readily
apparent, and her teeth appeared to be all her own, so white that they lit up
the room a little, and if you looked right at them, you were temporarily
blinded. You could tell I was smitten with her already, and I have yet to get
to her body.

I can tell you this, my favorite female bodybuilders of all time are the
hugest possible female bodybuilders for their height, women like Collette
Guimond, Renee Toney, and Barbara Fletcher come straight into my mind when I
think of muscular perfection.

This woman was something different all together, she wasn't huge, she was
about the size of a middle weight amateur female bodybuilder, but she was
incredibly ripped. Even not flexing you could see every sinew, every
striation, every vein. I swear, as she walked up to the weight area I could
see her quadriceps work, the striations rippling.

I forgot to mention this, but this woman was wearing next to nothing, I swear,
she had a sports top on that held her breasts, which were bigger than I
expected for a female bodybuilder, and a pair of short shorts that were so
tight you could see a definitive camel toe. I'm guessing everyone else was
used to this site as they went about their business, me, I was desperately
trying to hide my erection, hunching forward on the elliptical. I looked next
to me to find my friend smiling widely.

"Huh? Didn't I tell you man?"

"Whoa, boy, you sure did, you didn't mention how beautiful she was, I was
totally ready to hit on a fugly old chick with muscles, but she looks like she
could be a movie actress, she makes Raquel Welch look like Roseanne Barr for
Christ's Sake! How could I even think I've got a shot with her?"

"Well, I'll tell you this man, several big, muscular guys have thrown advances
her way, guys even younger than you and me, and she's shot them down. I don't
think she's lesbian, as several women in this gym are, and when they saw that
she rejected the men, they tried to move in on her, but she turned them down
too. I think she isn't looking for someone like her, maybe she's looking for a
nerd, or a big guy like you, the only way to find out is to try."

I blew out a long breath and said, "Okay, man, I'll go right now."

I walked up to where she was sitting, currently she was doing chest flies with
60 pound dumbbells, which almost made me turn right back around. But as I
almost got there, a big muscle head, probably 6'5 and 300 pounds of muscle
shoved his way in front of me.

"Hold on there little man, I was here first. Hey Sharry babe, how about me and
you go out dancing tonight?"

"Oh Beef, that sounds great, unfortunately I can't, I don't go out with big
muscle-headed jerks."

"Wait a damn second here, I said I'm taking you out, whether you like it or
not."

"Well, when you put it that way....NO! Now leave me the hell alone, Beef, or
you're going to regret it."

"Now you're gonna get it bitch. No one turns down Beef O'Malley."

I don't know what caused me to say it, this guy could literally kill me but I
had to intervene.

"She said no, you big goof, what's a matter, is all those steroids in your
system affecting your ability to think?"

"What the fuck!?! Who the hell are you little man, it doesn't matter, when I'm
done with you, you're going to be a puddle on the floor."

I sort of accepted my fate, I mean this guy was 6 inches taller than me,
weighed about the same, except I was all fat and he was all muscle, he could
probably bench a car! As I closed my eyes, I waited for the fist to put out my
lights, but it never came, I heard a grunt, then opened my eyes. Beef's right
hand was being held back by a small hand on his wrist, that hand turned him
around to face the person it was connected to, none other than Sharon herself.
Beef was stunned that Sharon was as strong as she proved to be, but nothing
could prepare him for what happened next.

The fist she delivered to his gut was almost too fast to see, but less than a
second later, I heard a sound like a cap gun going off, there was Beef on his
hands and knees, retching his guts out. I looked up at Sharon who was blowing
on her nails like nothing happened, than she looked right at me.

"Why, aren't you a sweet thing, protecting me from that big strong man. I'm
Sharon Levies by the way."

"Jeremy Wilson, ma'am, I'm sorry I just thought he was being too much of a
jerk, and I couldn't stand it anymore. I knew I was no match for him, but
thank god I had you to back me up, how strong are you anyway, if you don't
mind me asking."

"In fact, I do mind, but maybe after we get to know each other a bit more, I
could show you a little. And please quit with the ma'am stuff, you're making
me feel older than I already am, just call me Sharon, sweetie."

Get to know me? Is that kind of saying she wouldn't mind if I asked her out? I
asked shakily, "So um, would you like to go to the movies or something?"

"Well, I would love to dear, why don't you pick me up at this address at 7:30
tonight?"

"Ah...Alright, I'm very much looking forward to it!"

I couldn't believe it, I had a date with this gorgeous older woman, I was on
top of the World. I felt like I was floating on air as I walked back over to
my friend.

"I can't believe it brother, out of all the handsome guys in the gym, she
chooses to go out with you, what a lucky son of a gun."

"I know, man, I can't believe it myself, but I'm so pumped, I feel I could
dance all the way home, it feels like I just won the lottery! Listen, I'm
going home, to get ready, I'll see you later, and thanks, man, thanks a lot."

"Have fun man, you gotta tell me the details, good and bad, see you."

So I drove home with a smile on my face, I picked my best outfit to go out in,
my Charlie Sheen shirt and black jean pants, put on my best cologne and combed
my hair. I brushed my teeth for an extra long time and looked in the mirror.
For a big, fat guy, I thought myself quite handsome.

"Alright Jeremy, time to go, steady now, she's only the most perfect woman
you've ever met in your life so far, you can pull this off." I said to myself.

I drove to her house, a small single level white thing with a basement, your
normal old person house. I parked on the street across from it, got out,
checked my breath and went up and rang the doorbell. I looked down trying to
look cool, like one of those movie guys. When the door opened, I looked up and
almost gasped at the beauty I beheld in front of me. She wasn't even made up
at the gym before, only her natural beauty shined, but now, with the makeup
on, she just blew me away into another stratosphere. Before she looked like
she could have been a movie actress, now she looked like the most beautiful
woman in the World! No one, not a super model, not a Ms. Universe contestant,
not the most beautiful actress in the history of movies could have held a
candle to the smiling face that greeted my eyes at that moment. I almost
wanted to die just to see if any of God's angel's could have measured up to
her beauty, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't have.

"Well, are we going, or are you going to keep staring at me all night?" She
said with a little giggle.

That shook me out of my revelry some.

"Yes of course, Milady, your carriage awaits." I said, gesturing to my 1999
Ford Taurus and holding out my arm in a gentlemanly type of way.

She smiled even more brightly, and took my arm with her much harder, much
stronger, much more muscular one. This was the first opportunity I've had to
look at her outfit, she was wearing a dress, bright pink with a white bow
around her waist, with a miniature white jacket which did nothing to hide the
width or breadth of her biceps and shoulders.

"You look great Jeremy, you seriously clean up very well."

"Me! You look incredible, it feels like I'm taking out an elite Hollywood
actress to the Oscars, I feel so underdressed. Seriously, you're gorgeous!
Beyond gorgeous, even!"

"Well, aren't you the flatterer, looking for something a bit extra are we?"

"Absolutely not, just telling the truth, milady."

"Well, I'll just have to reward you anyway, young sir." With that she leaned
into me, pulled my head down and gave me a brief but electrifying peck on the
lips. I seriously couldn't talk for 45 seconds after, I was stuttering and
stymieing so bad.

"Oh get over it, if you really want a relationship with me, we're going to be
doing a lot more than that!"

"Whoa! You're coming on a bit forward aren't you, Miss Levies?"

"Well, I like to get what I want, and judging by the way you've been acting
around me, I like you, you're not some overconfident, muscle headed goon,
you're a sweet, charming guy, someone who isn't all big on themselves."

"Thanks, I have never really had the kind of confidence to just go up and meet
beautiful women like you, but somehow, you seemed approachable, even though
you're probably the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"Please, I'm just a regular women, maybe a little more fit than most, but I
just like to do the things most women do, I'm not some goddess to worship, so
don't go all submissive and want me to dominate you."

"Oh no! Of course not, I wouldn't think of it. First of all, I've never been
into domination at all, whether in stories, or in real life. But I do have
some things that I'm very much into, but I would rather not tell them to you
right now, I want this to be a nice night, the last thing I want to do is turn
you away."

"Oh, I doubt you would, but yes, let's talk about that later, let's go out and
have a good time, where to first?"

"Well, I thought we could go out for a late supper, it looks as though you're
dressed up for something fancy, so how does Red Lobster sound to you?"

"That sounds excellent, and then what?"

"Well, whatever you would like to do, a late movie, or we could go for a nice
walk, it's entirely up to you."

"Great, a movie sounds great, what do you want to see?"

"Well, I was hoping to see Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian, I
hear its a great family comedy, and I really liked the original."

"That sounds good, Jeremy, I would like to see that movie myself, my grandkids
said it was really nice and funny."

"Grandkids, you don't look old enough to have grandkids!"

"There you go with the compliments again, dear, listen, between you and me,
you're laying it on a little thick."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about, it honey, believe me, a woman like's to hear it once and
again. Let's just say if I think you're worthy, I'll let you know how old I
really am later."

"Okay, well, off we go!"

We drove to Red Lobster, which was 20 minutes away from where she lived, we
didn't talk a whole lot in the car, but boy did we open up at the restaurant,
I had a brandy old fashioned while she had a Cosmopolitan. After a few of
those we told our life stories.

I told her, "I grew up in Two Rivers, went to high school in Manitowoc,
College in Sheboygan, so basically I stayed around here my whole life up to
now. I like to watch wrestling and football on TV, I played a little bit of
football in high school and college, I graduated with a major in History, but
I couldn't teach, not good in front of crowds, you know? Right now I make my
money by writing commissions and doing free lance reporting for any online
newspapers that will pay me. Well, that's enough about me, what about you?"

"Well, I grew up on a farm just a little outside of Sturgeon Bay, a little
town named Egg Harbor, ever hear of it?"

"Yes, indeed I have, to tell you the truth, my ancestor is the first white
settler of that particular area, Increase Claflin."

"Well, I'll be damned, no kidding? I'm related to the Stevenson's from up
there, we could be long lost cousins!"

"You're joking? Yes, Robert Stevenson is my 5th great grandfather, so we could
very well be related."

"Wow, small world isn't it. Well I doubt we're any more than 4th cousins, so
we can carry on a relationship if you want."

"Oh, I want, I want very much. Now how about the rest of your history?"

"Well, I lived on the farm until I turned 18, about that time the US entered
the war and my two older brothers were drafted, I was pretty much drafted into
being a factory worker, luckily I was tough enough from doing hard work around
the farm, the men sure didn't take kindly to me being there, but I toughed it
out."

"I have a feeling that you're not talking about the Vietnam War, I knew you
don't want to talk about your age, but if your brother's were drafted for the
Korean war, that would make you at least 74 years old, but I would have never
guessed you were older than 56 years old."

"It wasn't the Korean War, sweetie."

"World War II, really?"

"Not World War II, either."

"World War I?!?! That can't be possible, the US entered into it in 1917, you
were already 18 then?"

"Yes, you're quite right, it was World War 1, I was born in 1900."

"No, no, that can't be possible, that would make you...."

"Yup, you see, 2 weeks ago, I celebrated my one hundred and ninth birthday."

I couldn't believe my ears, my mind was searching for something to say, my
mouth just couldn't work, my jaw was on the floor at this pronouncement. I
finally worked up the brain power to ask.

"H-ho-how?"

"Working hard, working right, eating right, I haven't had red meat since I was
36 years old, and I've cut out every major thing that could harm you, no
drugs, no cigarettes, and I get plenty of Vitamins, especially Vitamin S."

"Vitamin S, I've never heard of Vitamin S, what is that?"

"Sex of course, most women only lose their sexual urges if they become
complacent and their diet is working against them, I eat healthy foods,
oysters, beets, asparagus, and my sex drive happens to be that of a 25 year
old."

My eyebrows rose at that.

"So you're still sexually active? Do you think it's possible that you
could..."

"Get Pregnant?"

"Well, yeah?"

"Well, I think I could, it would be possible, as I haven't gone through
menopause, and my eggs have not dried up, my physician that I see about that
says I could still birth children if I wanted to, but well, I don't really
want to at this point, not unless I find the right man."

"So you would say if you meet a guy that's perfect for you, who would marry
you without reservations, then you would get pregnant with him?"

"Sweetie, are you applying for the job?"

"Well, if you'll have me, I think it would be incredible to be the man whose
wife was in the Guinness Book of Records as being the oldest woman to give
birth in modern times."

"Well, you wouldn't get that pleasure, as my age would only be known to you
and me, people may think I'm 50-60 years old, and that's what I want them to
think."

"Okay, that works for me too, I mean then our ages wouldn't mean that much,
people would think a 109 year old woman dating a 32 year old man would be kind
of freaky, but a 55 year old woman, that would be more normal. Especially a
hot cougar such as yourself."

"Cougar, huh, I like that, growl!"

We both laughed at that, then we finished our meal and went out to the car, me
holding her around the shoulders like I was dating a high school cheerleader
instead of someone old enough to be my great great grandmother.

"To the movies, I can't wait!"

"Me neither, sweetums, but I doubt we'll be watching much of it."

"Huh?" I said as I looked at her, to find her looking at me with predatory
eyes. "Oh, I get it, hahahaha, you little minx."

So I paid for the tickets and we took our seats, near the middle of the dark
theater, she took her jacket off, and allowed me to squeeze her rock hard
shoulder. When the movie began, she nuzzled her head under my neck, I looked
down at her, and within seconds we were making out like two teenagers. She was
definitely aggressive, giving me painful hickeys, I tried to do the same to
her, but her neck was tight with muscle, it was hard finding purchase on the
rocky path. I started feeling her up, thinking it was completely fine that I
could squeeze her mighty arms or thighs, but she quickly moved my hands to her
breasts and ass, she sure knew how to do this whole theater making out thing.

Unfortunately we didn't go unnoticed, we were warned once by an usher to stop
it, but we continued shortly after and were asked to leave.

"Well, what do we do now?" I asked

"Well, I can think of something, I have a gym in my basement, we can workout
there."

"Wait, if you have a gym in your basement, why do you go out and workout at
the gym in town?"

"Hehehe, well, like a cougar does, I was hunting for some prey, and you fell
right into my trap."

"Your trap, eh? I'll play along, what do you plan on doing with me, my
tigress?"

She had a smile on her face, "We'll see, you wanted to see how strong I was,
didn't you? Well, you're going to see it up close and personal. I hope you
enjoy it."

So we got out at her house and she gestured me inside, she closed the door
behind her. Then she pulled the shades on all the windows down, locked the
door, and turned around to me with that same predatory look in her eye that
she had earlier.

Oh boy, I thought to myself, this may not be good.

She slowly, sensually walked up to me, she grabbed the collar of my shirt, and
ripped it apart in her hands.

"Don't worry, I'll get you another, in fact, as many as you want, but you
won't need it where we're going."

She then grabbed my jeans and ripped them off me without barely even trying,
the tough denim was pulled apart like tissue paper. She looked me up and down,
spending special time on my package.

"Hmmm, you are a big boy, aren't you, mommy like!"

She stripped herself of her dress in much the same fashion, standing before me
in a pair of black lace bra and panties that accentuated her unbelievable
figure.

"So what do you want to do first, the basement for some heavy lifting or my
bedroom for some calisthenics?"

"Calisthenics, please?"

"Hehehe, I knew you'd see it my way. Off we go."

She gave me the first real taste of her power right then, she put her hands on
my butt and lifted my body off the floor like nothing, telling me to wrap my
legs around her waist, she effortlessly carried me into her bedroom, which was
more like something you see out of a porn movie, mirror on the ceiling, huge
king sized bed shaped like a heart. She set me down, stripped me of my
underwear, and whistled as my full 9 inches came into view, already erect from
her carrying me.

"Oooo, mommy really like."

She started giving me a blowjob that had me close to blowing at any second,
but then she stopped. She pushed me back on the mattress, and lowered her
incredible body on my pole. We bucked like wild animals, she had incredible
stamina, and her pussy was as muscled as the rest of her, every time she
sensed I was near, she clamped down hard and prevented me from going off in
her, she did this time and time again. Finally, 45 minutes later, she let me
spout off inside of her, and I gotta say, it was the most awesome orgasm of my
whole life, and I've had a fair few. She orgasmed mightily, her pussy squeezed
my dick so hard, I thought it was going to crush it flat, but soon after the
squeeze reached its peak, it quickly let me go.

"Oh, my god, Jeremy, I haven't come like that since 1958! You're my man, I'm
telling you that right no, no way in hell am I going to let you go. Let's get
some rest, tomorrow morning, I want to get some more calisthenics in, then a
real workout!"

I don't know how I'm going to survive this 109 year old woman, but damn, am I
going to have fun trying!

To Be Continued...