Leslie and Vi
By Leslie McCormick
A female bodybuilder meets an ardent fan

Note:  This is a work of fiction.  Any similarities between actual 
persons, living or dead are strictly coincidental. 



  Vi and I had been corresponding via email for over six months, and we 
both agreed it was time to meet in person.  During our exchange of 
notes, we'd discovered a mutual interest in a wide variety of 
activities.  We both enjoyed the active lifestyle, and participated in 
swimming, bicycling, hiking, and weight-lifting.  In addition, we shared 
an interest in other things as well.  As our mutual trust and respect 
for one another grew, we learned that we were both uninhibited, sexually 
active bi women.  When I suggested we arrange a meeting, Vi agreed 
enthusiastically.  She was as eager to meet as I was. 
  Because we were so geographically distant, we decided to meet in 
Chicago.  I was scheduled to judge a bodybuilding contest in late 
September.  Fortuitously, Vi was also visiting the city on a business 
trip.  Her conference began on a Wednesday and ended Friday afternoon.  
To save money on airfare, she'd already arranged to stay over the 
weekend.  Pre-judging for the bodybuilding contest was Friday night, 
with the main event being staged the following day.  Not only had I 
arranged to arrive the Wednesday before, but I'd also arranged to stay 
over until Monday morning, so Vi and I would have at least four days 
together. 
  I was filled with trepidation.  Even though we'd been conversing for 
such a long time, meeting Vi in person was going to be different.  
Suppose we didn't hit it off?  Suppose she disliked my looks?  During 
the past year, I'd radically changed my appearance.  Before, I was very 
conscious about trying to look feminine.  Since hooking up with my 
current lover, though, I'd steered away from that style, and taken a 
more relaxed and casual approach to styling. 
  We'd agreed to meet on Wednesday night at Morton's Steak House.  This 
was a restaurant specializing in huge cuts of beef, geared to the 
expense-account crowd.  I wanted to meet someplace that wasn't so high-
profile, but Vi insisted.  Being from Britain, she'd always heard of 
Morton's and wanted a chance to eat there.  So, I agreed.  I dressed 
very conservatively in a tailored business suit, complete with hosiery 
and jewelry.  I couldn't do anything about my hair.  It was cut 
extremely short, and I thought it would attract a few stares, but I 
didn't want to bother with buying or wearing a wig.  My clothing 
concealed my tattoos, and aside from my obvious musculature, I looked 
like a semi-professional business woman.  I stuffed a few items into my 
purse, and took a cab to Morton's. 
  The restaurant was already crowded by the time I arrived.  Suited men 
drinking Scotch and smoking fat cigars stood at the bar, discussing 
sports, business and politics.  A few of the men stared at me, but on 
the whole, I was ignored. 
  I sat at the end of the bar, near the waitress' station, and ordered a 
glass of red wine while waiting for Vi. 
  She recognized me instantly when she arrived.  She was a tall, willowy 
brunette, expensively dressed.  She swept into the bar, and scanned the 
crowd.  When our eyes met, she mouthed my name questioningly.  I nodded 
in recognition.  She pushed through the crowd, and embraced me like a 
long-lost friend. 
  Vi was shorter than I was, and very pretty.  Her skin was like 
porcelain, and her hair shone with health.  Her eyes were a beautiful 
sea-green.  Like me, she wore a tailored suit, but on her, it looked 
like a million dollars.  Her carriage and demeanor were like those of a 
super-model.  Over her shoulder, I could see the men covertly eyeing 
her.  Vi climbed up on the stool I'd been saving for her, and ordered 
drinks for us. 
  We moved into the dining room, taking a two-person table in the corner 
of the room. 
  "I can't believe we're actually together," she said, after we'd 
ordered.  Vi had a clipped British accent that I found charming and 
engaging.  Though still a trifle nervous, I began to relax. 
  "I know.  It seems like a dream." 
  "I had you pictured so differently," she said.  "Your description 
doesn't do justice to how you really look." 
  "What do you mean?" 
  "You told me you were plain looking.  That's silly.  You're very 
pretty." 
  I blushed, flattered by the compliment.  I'd tried hard to make myself 
attractive, and it was nice to know Vi was impressed. 
  "You're bigger than I expected," she said.  "Your shoulders are as 
wide as a man's." 
  "I don't know whether that's good or bad," I said. 
  She winked at me.  "Oh, that's very good, love.  Very good, indeed." 
  We talked over appetizers and dinner, becoming more relaxed with each 
other.  I was very attracted to Vi.  Not only was she physically 
beautiful, but she had a personality that seemed to draw you in.  She 
liked to touch, and several times during the meal, she laid down her 
cutlery to reach across and caress the backs of my hands, and my wrists.  
Her touch was soft and cool and sensuous.  By the end of the meal, I was 
feeling warm and comfortable in her presence. 
  After dessert and coffee, Vi suggested we go back to the bar for a 
nightcap.  Surprised at my own boldness, I countered by suggesting that 
we go back to my hotel. 
  "We can sit in my room," I said, "and be more comfortable." 
  Vi looked at me speculatively.  We both knew that our meeting had 
sexual implications, but until then, neither of us had broached the 
subject, even tangentially.  My offer forced us both to acknowledge what 
each of us had been thinking. 
  "Are you ready for this?" Vi asked.  Once again, her fingers traced 
random patterns on the back of my hand.  I imagine my face was flushed.  
It had to have been.  The rest of me was as hot as a well-stoked 
furnace.  My heart pounded in my chest, and I was beginning to feel that 
familiar sexual tickle in my lower belly.  I nodded. 
  "Let's go, then." 
  I was staying in one of the high-rise hotels overlooking Lake 
Superior.  Being on one of the upper floors, I had a magnificent view of 
Lake Shore Drive, and the lake beyond.  It was nearly ten p.m., and 
lights were on all over the city.  It was as though God had flung a 
random scattering of stars to the earth.  Vi, going to the terrace, 
gasped. 
  "This is beautiful," she said. 
  "Make yourself comfortable," I said.  "I'm going to get some ice." 
  When I returned, Vi had removed her shoes and jacket, and was sitting 
on the sofa.  Her blouse was beige silk, with a high, full collar.  It 
surrounded her neck like a Mandarin collar, and gave her a distant, 
regal appearance.  I, too, removed my shoes and jacket, and then made 
drinks for us.  I sat next to her on the couch.  Toasting, we drank. 
  "My God, what a body you've got," Vi said admiringly.  She reached and 
ran her fingers down my arm.  "So much muscle." 
  Her touch was turning me on.  "Thank you," I said. 
  "Stand up, and let me take a look at you." 
  I put my drink on the side table, and got to my feet.  I stood 
uncertainly in front of Vi.  She was unabashed in her examination of me.  
Her dark eyes studied me over the rim of her glass. 
  "Lift your skirt, and let me see your legs." 
  My skirt was calf-length, and rather tight around the hips and thighs.  
I knew I'd never be able to hike it high enough to display my legs, so I 
reached around, and lowered the zipper.  I let it slide off.  It pooled 
around my ankles.  Vi's lips parted, exposing her white teeth.  The tip 
of her tongue slipped out to slide across her lips.  I wore silk 
stockings, held up by a red and black garter belt. 
  "Turn around," she said. 
  I did, wishing that I'd thought to wear the thong-style bikini briefs.  
The panties I had on were frilly silk, and fit me well, but they had a 
full seat, and wouldn't show off my ass like the other bikini bottoms 
would.  Impulsively, I reached around, and gathered the material 
together, exposing the rounded firmness of my glutes. 
   "My God."  It was a hushed, awed sound. 
  I turned around to face Vi.  I made no move to pick up my dress. 
  "Are you as well-developed on top?" she asked.  Her voice was husky 
with burgeoning passion.  Through the material of her blouse, I could 
see her nipples harden.  That pleased me.  I was attracted to Vi, and it 
was gratifying to know the feeling was mutual. 
  In response to her question, I slowly unbuttoned and removed my 
blouse.  I stood before her clad only in bra, panties and stockings.  I 
raised my arms, and flexed my biceps.  Vi sucked in her breath.  I 
lowered my arms, stepped free of my discarded clothing, and resumed my 
seat on the couch next to Vi.  I picked up my drink, and took a long, 
deep swallow.  My eyes never left Vi's face.  Even across the distance 
separating us, I could feel the heat emanating from her.  A pulse beat 
steadily in her throat.  Extending a hand, I put my finger on it.  Vi's 
mouth fell open, and her head lolled backward on her neck, exposing the 
ivory column of her throat.  I moved closer and placed my lips on the 
hollow of her throat.  When she moaned, I felt the sympathetic 
vibrations all the way down into my belly. 
  I put our drinks aside.  Vi didn't resist.  She sat with her head 
against the sofa's back, her eyes closed.  I knelt up on the cushions, 
and kissed her.  Vi's mouth was soft and warm and wet and completely 
receptive to me.  Her tongue snaked into my mouth as her arms came up to 
embrace me.  Her hands ran over my body, feeling my breasts, my belly, 
and my ass.  I did the same to her.  Vi had full, meaty breasts.  I was 
surprised by their weight and heft.  The tailored clothing did a lot to 
minimize their size.  Even through her clothing, I could tell that she 
had long, thick nipples. 
  We kissed and fondled each other for several minutes.  Then Vi pushed 
me gently away. 
  "Let's move to the bed," she whispered. 
  I was only too happy to comply.  I went to the bed and stretched out 
on the coverlet.  Vi followed, shedding her skirt and blouse as she 
came.  Her bra was a diaphanous wisp of material that clearly showed her 
nipples.  The panties she wore were cut high on the legs, revealing the 
full length of her shapely legs.  She wore thigh-high stockings with 
elasticized tops. 
  "What's your fantasy?" I asked her when she'd lain down beside me. 
  "What?" 
  "What's your fantasy?" I repeated.  I stroked her flank, loving the 
smooth feel of her skin beneath my palm. 
  "I don't know," she said. 
  I kissed her.  "Don't be shy," I whispered into her ear.  "Everyone 
has a fantasy.  Tell me yours." 
  For long seconds, Vi was silent.  Our correspondence during the past 
six months had grown increasingly frank.  While we'd never been explicit 
about our sexual orientations, I suspected that Vi enjoyed sex in all 
its permutations. 
  "Let's just make love," she said, but I could tell she wanted to say 
more. 
  "Tell me," I insisted.  I leaned over her, pinning her wrists to the 
mattress above her head.  Using my superior strength, I forced her legs 
apart, and began to grind my crotch against hers.  Vi tossed her head 
from side to side, obviously turned on by what I was doing to her.  
"Tell me." 
  Vi turned her head to the side, but stopped struggling.  Instead, her 
hips moved in rhythm with my own, thrusting upward as I thrust downward. 
  "I've always wanted to dominate someone," she said finally.  She 
turned her head back to look at me.  In the light, her eyes glittered 
with uncontrolled passion. 
  "You can dominate me," I said, kissing her again.  "I'll do anything 
you want me to.  All you have to do is tell me what you want." 
  With that, I rolled off her, and lay on my back, waiting for her to 
take charge. 
  For several minutes Vi lay silently next to me.  I thought she 
wouldn't have the courage to live her fantasy, but just as I was about 
to give up, I heard her whisper to me. 
  "Touch yourself," she said. 
  "Where, mistress?"  I'm a natural submissive, and have served women 
mistresses before.  I knew what was expected, even if Vi didn't. 
  "Touch your breasts." 
  I immediately did what I was told.  I cupped my breasts, and began to 
rub them through my bra. 
  "Take your bra off," Vi said.  Her voice was stronger, more confident. 
  It was a front release.  I pulled it off, and tossed it aside. 
  "You're pierced," she said.  Vi's fingers briefly touched the ring 
through my left nipple, then withdrew. 
  "Yes, mistress."  I stroked my breasts enticingly. 
  "Take off your panties." 
  Rather than slide them off, I grasped them at the crotch, and ripped 
them from my body.  I meant the action to impress Vi, and I wasn't 
disappointed.  She gasped in surprise.  Out of the corner of my eye, I 
saw that she was rubbing her mound through the material of her 
underpants. 
  When Vi saw the ring through my clitoris, she slid down for a closer 
look.  It was fascinating to her.  With my shoulders propped against the 
headboard, I watched as she crouched between my outspread legs, staring 
at the golden ring.  From the look on her face, I knew she wanted to 
touch it.  She glanced up at me inquisitively.  I nodded my head 
slightly. 
  She grasped it gingerly between thumb and forefinger, and lifted it so 
she could clearly see the portion that passed through my clit.  As 
always happened when I or someone else touched the ring, a thrill of 
pleasure shot through my body.  I shuddered, and moaned.  Startled, Vi 
snatched her hand away. 
  "Don't stop," I said.  "It feels good." 
  "It doesn't hurt?" 
  I shook my head.  Vi grasped the ring again, and tugged gently on it.  
I felt my pussy flower open, and grow wet.  My entire crotch felt as 
though it were on fire.  I was breathing like a bellows, the air 
whistling between my teeth and lips. 
  "Did it hurt when it was done?" Vi asked.  She'd sidled closer.  I 
could feel the warm breath of her mouth on me. 
  "No," I answered.  "It felt good."  I could barely speak.  My arms and 
legs trembled. 
  "I'm going to put my fingers in you." 
  "Oh, yes.  Please." 
  I closed my eyes, and focused all my attention on the sensations 
flooding through me.  It'd been a while since I'd felt so wanton and 
uninhibited.  My attraction to Vi was strong, and having her in such 
close proximity, and in such an intimate setting was raising my passion 
level to unparalleled heights. 
  Vi fingered me like no one had before.  She put three fingers into my 
vagina.  Her pinky played at the entrance to my ass, while her thumb 
massaged the engorged node of my clitoris.  With her other hand, she 
reached up, and fondled my breast, her fingers pulling and tugging on 
the ring through my nipple.  Her voice was like molten lava in my ears 
as she talked to me. 
  "Such a pretty little bitch," she said.  "Such a pretty, muscular 
little bitch.  You like having me fuck you, don't you?" 
  "Yes, mistress," I gasped.  "Oh, yes." 
  Vi continued to talk to me while she brought me closer and closer to 
orgasm.  She knew exactly the right words and tones to use on me.  It 
was as though she'd known me all my life, and knew exactly what would 
and would not push my sexual buttons. 
  "Open your eyes," she said. 
  Her face was inches away from my own.  There was a little half-smile 
on her lips.  Her thumb pressed hard against my clitoris. 
  "I want you to come, Leslie," she said. 
  I needed no further encouragement.  I climaxed with an intensity that 
left me a spent, shuddering husk.  Despite the air-conditioning, a thin 
sheen of perspiration covered my body. 
  "Now I want you to do me," she said. She lay down, and moved her legs 
apart.  The crotch of her panties was sopping wet.  Languorously, I 
moved between her legs, and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her 
panties.  I drew them off slowly, extending the suspense.  Vi's pussy 
was fat and plump, and covered by dark, curly hair.  Her cunt lips were 
like the mouth of a tulip.  Her clit was short and fat, and poked from 
under the hood like an inquisitive mouse.  I couldn't resist touching my 
finger to it.  Vi's hips lurched, and she moaned deep in her throat. I 
moved up her body, and removed her bra.  Her breasts were round and 
firm, with long, cylindrical nipples.  She had a birth mark on the upper 
curvature of the right breast, a dark splotch on the skin that resembled 
a miniature cherry.  I pressed my lips to it briefly before capturing 
her nipple in my mouth.  I suckled at Vi's breast while her hands moved 
across my head, and pressed my mouth more firmly against her soft, sweet 
flesh. "Lick me," she said, pushing my head down toward her crotch.  
"Lick me." I trailed a line of quick, tiny kisses down the front of her 
body until I reached her pussy.  There, I paused until her hips rocked 
forward, and then I fastened my mouth against her, filling my tongue and 
lips with the rich taste of her. I didn't know if Vi had ever been with 
a woman before, but I wanted to be certain that, if this was her first 
time, it would be a memorable and enjoyable experience for her.  I 
licked her slowly and carefully, attuned to what stimulated her, and 
what did not.  I discovered that she liked to have the side of clitoris 
touched, but not the tip of it.  So, I concentrated my attention in that 
area, while my fingers probed her pussy.  She took four of my fingers 
readily, and seemed to enjoy it tremendously.  She ground against my 
fingers as though they were a thrusting cock. In almost no time at all, 
Vi's body tensed, and then she exploded in a massive orgasm that shook 
her body from head to toes.  Her hands gripped my head, and pulled my 
mouth hard against her pussy as the orgasm washed over her.  Her pussy 
juice flooded my mouth, and I licked and swallowed hungrily, not wanting 
to spill one precious drop. "That was the most intense sexual experience 
I've ever had," Vi said, when she was finally able to catch her breath. 
We lay in each other's arms, our faces inches apart as we talked.  I 
could still feel the heat emanating from her body. "I'm glad you enjoyed 
it," I said.  "Was that your first time with a woman?" "No, but it was 
the best.  It was even better than fucking a man."  She laughed at that, 
but beneath the bantering tone, I sensed she was serious. "Do you want 
to stay the night?" I asked. She shook her head.  "Can't, love.  But I 
do want to see you again.  What plans have you for tomorrow?" 
   "I have no plans," I said.  "The contest doesn't begin until Friday, 
so I'm free tomorrow." 
  "I'm not free until Friday," Vi said.  "I do have to entertain my 
clients tomorrow.  Can we see each other then?" 
  "Let's," I said.  "The contest pre-judging is in the afternoon, so I 
should be free by seven." 
  "That's lovely," Vi said.  She kissed me.  "I'm looking forward to it.  
We should have a smashing time." 
  "What do you want to do?" 
  She laughed.  "The same thing we did tonight, love, only more.  Do you 
think that can be arranged?" 
  "Easily," I answered.  "So it's a date?" 
  "Guaranteed." 
  I lay in bed while Vi went into the bathroom to freshen up.  When she 
emerged, she was dressed.  She came over to the bed, and bent and kissed 
me. 
  "You look good enough to eat, love.  See you Friday." 
  With that, she left.  I snuggled deep into the blankets, feeling warm 
and relaxed, and full of anticipatory delight.  I could barely wait 
until Friday night. 

End of Part One