A Brief Encounter (A love story?)
By Miles Encounter

[The normal warnings apply.  This story contains tales of sex and lust 
with an extremely sexy and muscular woman.  If that doesn't interest 
you, don't read any further.  I am not a professional writer, although 
I'm told the only difference is that I don't get paid for this.  Any 
comments are appreciated. You must be over 18 to read this.] 

Send comments to: MilesEn@aol.com 

I had a request for a muscle worship story and I think this experience I 
heard about kind of qualifies.  No one really gets hurt in this one, but 
there's plenty of huggin' and kissin' and other "violence". 


It was Saturday afternoon, Pete was scrolling through his e-mail when 
the phone rang.  Cursing, he reached over to answer it.  "Rollins," he 
growled, using his best 'don't bother me' voice. 

"Mr. Rollins?  This is Jim McCain at Container.  We got a problem on 
Number 2.  Do you think you could take a look at the screens from 
there?..." 

Pete smiled.  His reputation as some kind of expert amused him.  He had 
been lucky a few times, but he was a chemist, not a papermaker.  What 
did this kid think he could do from 500 miles away?  Getting some 
information from the young engineer on call he connected to the mill 
database he had helped install.  The same screens visible on the 
operators control stations came up on his computer.  He worked his way 
through the data.  Something was obviously weird in how the machine was 
operating.  Speed was way below target, yet the stock properties and 
freeness were actually above target.  It was like somehow the machine 
was just not draining correctly.  They had obviously already changed 
things around with no effect. 

His buddy Dave walked by, his clothes making it obvious he was headed to 
the golf course.  Golf and papermaking seemed to be an inevitable link.  
One Pete had never made, but saw endlessly and he endured his companions 
tales of days at the links with good humor.  "Hey Pete, you got the 
weekend?" 

"Lucky me," Pete replied.  "Come here a second.  Look at this."  He 
pointed to the screens for the machine at Container division.  "Why the 
hell can't they get any speed?"  

Dave looked at it for a minute.  "Last time I was there they had a 
problem with the deculator.  Something in the vacuum pumps.  Couldn't 
get the air out and drainage was for shit.  Have them look there.  Who 
you talking to?" 

Pete looked over the screens with growing enthusiasm.  "Sure, that would 
do it.  Thanks."  He rolled his chair over to the phone.  "Oh, it's the 
new kid, McCain.  He's on weekend call and probably called me so he 
could solve the problem himself and look like a hero without calling in 
anybody else." 

A muffled hello  "Hey kid," he began.  At 31 it gave him pleasure to 
call the 24 year old engineer a kid.  He waved at Dave as he left.  "I 
may have something for you.  Who's foreman right now?" 

"Floyd." 

"Stephenson?  He's a good man.  He should have spotted this." 

"He's over on the other machine.  They had a shutdown.  I'm 
...ah...trying to 

figure this one out myself." 

"That's okay kid," Pete smiled, pleased with the accuracy of his 
prediction. 

"Your secret is safe with me.  I think you have a problem with the 
deculator." 

"The what?" 

Pete winced.  Damn greenhorns.  "You know, that huge contraption on the 
roof, draws in the stock and impinges it across a big plate.  Under 
vacuum it basically brings the suspension to a boil and drives the air 
out." 

"Okay," the kid said as if he was writing that down.  "That would 
explain why the stock freeness is okay but the drainage is so low." 

Maybe he had promise, Pete thought.  "Right, I believe the vacuum system 
must be down and the air is still in there.  You can do an entrained air 
measurement but it's a long test.  I'd just go check the vacuum pumps." 

"I will.  But shouldn't we have seen foam in the stock if the air is 
still in there?" 

He revised his opinion.  The kid had some talent.  "Not necessarily," 
Pete started.  He was on shaky factual ground here, but it was important 
to maintain his reputation as a research guru.  "The deculator removes 
entrained air, the stuff bound to the fibers.  Foam is free air, that 
stuff the chemicals get rid of." 

"Okay.  Great.  I'll take a look.  How did you figure this out just by 
looking at the screens." 

Pete smiled.  "Sometimes we research types just know things." 

Pete hung up and went back to work on a report.  About 20 minutes later 
his computer told him he had mail, and he realized he was still on line.  
Sure it was the kid thanking him he clicked to acknowledge the mail as 
he half turned back to his report. 

He quickly turned back as SHE came up on his screen.  A picture 
extracted and filled his screen.  Even as he stared dumbly he wondered 
how she did that. He felt he knew a couple things about computers but he 
didn't know it was even possible to create an E-mail with a self 
extracting picture.  An attached letter was included.  An icon appeared 
telling him to press to read the message.  He ignored it for a second as 
he looked at her.  

He had almost forgotten how gorgeous she was.  

In the picture she wore a one piece workout uniform with a cut-out over 
the abdomen.  Straps over the shoulders let her arms and shoulders show 
in all their glory.  The veins prominent in the large, muscular biceps 
then running up through her wide and built shoulders.  Her ridged and 
muscled stomach obvious through the cutout.  Her well muscled arms were 
pumped from a workout.  A dark, deep tan was offset by the bright top 
and her long, blonde hair.  Her deep green eyes stared hypnotically 
forward as if she dared the viewer to look away.  Pete was unable to as 
he looked up and down at her magnificent form.  Incredibly muscled and 
proportioned she was at the same time unbelievably sexy and beautiful.  
Her chest was large and firm as it thrust against the top provocatively.  
Pronouncing her femininity loud and clear for anyone who had any doubt 
upon gazing at her. 

Idly, he shook himself loose of his reverie and pressed the icon.  The 
message scrawled across written in her own writing.  "Hi Pete,  I'm in 
town unexpectedly and look forward to seeing you."  Pete was numb.  His 
erection pressed emphatically against his pants.  Why now? he thought.  

The note continued to explain that she was called into town for 
business. She would be in town just for the evening and would like to 
see him if possible. I know it's short notice the note said, but I sure 
hope you can see me.  It listed a local bar and a time.  

No, I can't do it, Pete thought.  Not again.  Pete managed to close the 
file and picture, and deleted them from his computer.  He tried to 
return to work but his thoughts kept going back to Nicole and their 
previous encounters.  His erection never wavering the entire time.  The 
report was a blur in front of him and after an hour or so he gave up.  
"Who am I kidding," he said aloud.  The files were still in the recycle 
bin of Windows 95.  He retrieved them and saved them to a disk.  Putting 
the disk in his shirt pocket, he got up, placed the pager on the desk 
and left. 

Unsure and debating whether he should do this, Pete was late getting to 
the bar by a few minutes.  Scanning the room he had no problem seeing 
Nicole surrounded by a group of men.  Not a rare occurrence.  She 
scanned the crowd, not looking directly at any of the men and only 
occasionally responding to any of their questions.  She was stunning.  
Wearing a white dress that hung low and tight.  Cleavage and muscles 
showed everywhere offset by her mane of blonde hair and sparkling smile.  
Seeing Pete, she stood up, pushed past the men and walked over to him 
quickly.  It gave him a perverse thrill to see the expressions on the 
lounge lizard's faces as she approached him. 

"Wasn't sure you were coming."  Her voice was even more melodious and 
sexy than he remembered.  His knees felt weak just seeing her.  She was 
so beautiful! 

"Wasn't sure I was coming either."  Pete let her lead him to a table.  A 
large man with the faint look of someone who lived in bars like this sat 
at a chair. 

"This is my table, buddy" she said easily to the man. 

"I know baby," he replied in a smarmy voice.  "I was waiting for you.  
Why don't you dump the wimp and move up to a real man." 

"I don't know what you are.  I've got myself a real man," she replied.  
"But I'll tell you what chum," she placed her hand on his shoulder.  
Pete didn't see any effort on her face but he saw her fingers tighten on 
his shoulder bone and her forearms bulge impressively.  And saw the man 
wince in pain.  His hand went up to hers but he couldn't release her 
pressure.  "Just imagine that pressure increasing," she continued, no 
trace of effort in her voice.  "It keeps getting stronger and stronger."  
Pete watched mesmerized as her forearm bulged even more and he cringed 
in sympathy for the big man.  "You're powerless to prevent it.  Your arm 
screaming in pain.  Until you can't take it any more." Her forearm 
bulged impressively below the sleeve of the dress.  "And yet it keeps 
getting even more painful.  Harder and harder every second.  You can't 
move. It holds you down and breaks you at the same time." 

The man's face was becoming fearful.  He was clawing at her hand now, 
his movements frantic.  He appeared to be trying to stand up as well, 
but didn't seem able to.  His eyes bulged and his mouth vocalized with 
no sound coming out. 

Pete watched Nicole's forearm bulge as she kept her hand on his shoulder 
blade.  Her face was impassive showing no trace of effort or concern.  
"It keeps continuing until you begin to blubber like a baby.  You'll do 
anything to make it stop.  But you can't," Nicole continued.  "Would you 
like that?"  Her hand still on his shoulder. 

The man shook his head frantically no.  His eyes were tearing slightly.  

"Then if you leave right now, I won't make you beg.  Do you believe I 
can do it?" 

"Yes," he pleased.  "Oh God yes." He was almost sobbing. 

"Good boy."  She released his shoulder, lifted him to his feet and 
roughly shoved him towards the door.  "Now scoot!"  Then she sat down 
and motioned for Pete to sit next to her.  He did so in a daze.  She was 
as incredible as he remembered.  Chuckling she looked back at Pete, "Now 
how are you, my weak one?" 

Pete winced at the memory of the demeaning pet name she had for him.  
But he soon forgot it as he talked to her.  She was as engaging as she 
was sexy and powerful.  Which was no mean feat.  They talked and 
laughed, she put him at ease and made him forget his nervousness at 
agreeing to meet her.  They talked about work.  His new position as a 
research engineer.  She appeared interested and amazed him with how much 
she knew and understood about things he himself barely understood much 
of the time.  Her own job as a corporate troubleshooter was a little 
more mysterious and she didn't add in many details.  Just that she 
traveled a lot and was well compensated.  

She commented on his improved condition and he related how much he had 
been working out.  "Not that I'm anywhere near your class," he quickly 
added. 

"Why did you think you had to say that?" she asked.  Pete didn't 
respond.  "And why didn't you think you were gong to make it tonight?" 

"Well," Pete considered his words carefully.  He decided on complete 
honesty. 

"After the last time I couldn't stop thinking about you for weeks.  No 
word from you.  Not even a note.  I was almost over you and able to get 
excited by a ... for want of a better term, a regular woman again.  And 
now here you are." 

She chuckled.  "Well we can't have that.  I'll just have to remind you 
what you've been missing.  So you can remember it for a long time to 
come."  Pete made a sour expression.  "Oh come on," she added.  "I'm 
kidding." 

"No you're not," Pete replied.  His hands shook a little as he talked.  
"You enjoy knowing that you mess me up so bad in my head.  It's part of 
the enjoyment for you." 

"You don't know me as well as you think you do."  Nicole sounded a 
little hurt as she continued.  "I thought we liked each other. And you 
enjoyed what we had together." 

"You know I do," Pete replied.  "You're so intelligent and fun.  And so 
sexy I can't even describe it.  I just wonder how many hundreds of other 
guys have been in the same position." 

"Very few, actually.  I have high standards.  Standards you meet.  
You're smart and interesting to talk to.  You're sweet and kind and you 
love this body and what it can do almost as much as I do."  As she said 
this she ran her hands across her chest and Pete had to stifle a moan. 

"Yes, I do," Pete whispered.  His erection pounding against his slacks 
again. 

"Just don't want to be one more brief encounter for you." 

"So shush," she held her finger to his lips, "and let me show you what 
it can be like.  I work this body every day to make it stronger and 
sexier than you can possibly believe.  And tonight it is all yours.  
Let's go somewhere."  Pete left with her in almost a daze.  She led him 
out to her car.  A sleek, sports car. She looked around before she got 
in.  "Darn," she said  "I was almost hoping my little friend would try 
something stupid out here to get even.  Come on my weak one, let's go."  

Even in his arousal Pete stopped at hearing the term again.  She looked 
up at him.  "What." 

"Don't call me that," Pete said surprised at his bravado.  "It's 
demeaning." 

"I'm sorry.  You're right.  I'll stop calling you that.  Boy have you 
gotten sensitive." 

"Thought that was what you liked about me."  He smiled.  

Pete got into the car and they went to his house.  He shouldn't have 
been surprised that she knew the way.  He watched her body expertly 
handle the car as she drove.  His thoughts going back to their first 
time together.  When he had seen her on the beach that first time it was 
all he could do to keep from drooling.  She was easily the most sexy 
woman he had ever seen in his life.  Having always been attracted to 
strong and even muscular women, she was the embodiment of all his 
fantasies.  He managed the nerve to say hello and talked to her.  For 
some reason she liked him from the first and they spent an incredible 
week together.  The sex was fantastic.  Like nothing he had ever even 
considered.  The conversation and fun of just being with her was nearly 
as exciting.  

He knew he had no control when it came to Nicole.  She had treated him 
to sensations he had never dreamed possible.  Her combination of 
strength and sensuality thrilling him to no end.  Pete knew he loved her 
and was powerless to refuse her anything, and her casualness about their 
relationship drove him nuts.  It may have been lust, but he didn't think 
so.  It wasn't JUST how she could drive him wild and into orgiastic fits 
the like he had never felt before.  She was also so incredibly fun, 
intelligent and witty.  He wanted her on every level of his being so 
badly.  But knowing she did not return that level of interest infuriated 
him.  He knew he was just a momentary diversion for her.  One he should 
abandon for his own sake.  Before he got hurt worse than the last time.  
She would enjoy the encounter and there was no doubt she liked him.  But 
tomorrow she would be gone.  Maybe forever.  He would need to be 
satisfied with how good she would make him feel tonight.  He hoped it 
was enough. 

They arrived at his condo and he led her in.  She held his hand and 
appeared impressed at his new place.  She smiled seeing his workout room 
in the basement.  "They must be paying you well," she said looking over 
the weights and stepper equipment in the basement.  "Why don't we try it 
out!"  She went into the spare room next to the workout room to change.  
Pete quickly changed into a pair of shorts sitting on the floor and 
threw the rest of his clothes in the next room. 

When she came out, Pete's breath drew in.  "Wow!" was all he managed to 
intone.  She had on the same one piece outfit she had in the picture.  
The light purple color a stunning contrast to her dark, dark tan,  her 
bright blonde hair, and stunning green eyes.  She stood with one hand on 
her hip and the other she drew into a hard flex.  The bicep leapt to 
life as she pumped it.  The vein grew like an angry welt across the 
surface of her smooth skin.  Her chest was thrust forward threatening to 
destroy the material that struggled to contain them. Her firm stomach 
was etched in muscle through the opening in the top.  Her legs were twin 
columns of power, huge and rippling. 

Pete walked forward and lightly felt that bicep as she held it there for 
him. She smiled as he felt it.  "You love this body so much, Pete.  You 
make me feel so appreciated."  

"You are so amazing!" Pete whispered feeling the solidity of her arm. 

"Why don't we pump up a little?"  She led Pete to his weights and 
motioned for him to go first.  He put some weights on the curl bar.  A 
little more than he would normally work out with, but any soreness 
tomorrow would definitely be worth it.  A little hesitant he took the 
bar and began to slowly curl it with both hands.  She watched him 
appreciatively noticing the muscles that appeared in his arms and 
shoulders as he worked a set of 10.  "You have been working, baby.  You 
look good.  But we need more weight than that to get any real pump."  
She took the bar and added weight to each side and asked him to try 
again. 

Pete struggled and was able to curl the weight for 5 reps.  Nicole was 
impressed, she had thought he wouldn't even be able to lift that one.  
As he struggled for a 6th rep his arms bulged, his face reddened and he 
grunted a little, but the weight wouldn't move.  She quickly stepped in 
and took the bar from him.  As he watched in amazement she gripped the 
bar solidly in the middle and with her left hand slowly curled the bar 
up to her chest.  Her arm exploded with muscle as she repeated the 
motion over and over.  At 10 reps she looked at Pete and licked her 
lips.  Then went back and did another 10, still using only her left arm.  
After 25 she switched hands and did the same with the right. 

Pete was stunned!  He knew she was strong, but was continually amazed 
when she showed him that her one arm was that powerful.  Many times 
stronger than both his arms together.  She was putting some effort into 
it, but was plainly not at her limit.  The man's erection bulged against 
his shorts as he got behind Nicole and felt her arm as she completed the 
reps with her right hand.  His erection pressed emphatically against her 
as he breathed heavily into her ear.  He watched the muscles play as she 
lifted the weight slowly and with precise control.  The muscle peaked, 
engorged with blood.  The skin was stretched tight and it appeared the 
muscle just might burst right through. 

Finishing 25 with her right arm she leaned forward to put the weight 
down.  Pressing back into Pete's manhood as she did so.  He moaned a 
little and she stood.  Turning into him, she smiled wickedly and then 
pressed her body against his and slowly pressed him into the nearby 
wall.  Pete pushed back with all his strength but she didn't even seem 
to notice.  Quickly, she lightly pressed him into the wall.  She grabbed 
his hands with hers and stretched his arms out and pressed them flat.  
She pressed her chest into his chest. Pressed her torso against him, her 
legs slightly outside of his so she could hold his entire body 
motionless. 

Smiling largely she felt Pete struggle against her.  "Do you like my 
muscles?" she asked provocatively.  Pete nodded affirmatively as he 
pushed back against her body.  He delighted in the feel of her entire 
body against his.  He struggled with every bit of strength in him and 
was stunned and aroused to see he didn't even budge her.  It would have 
appeared to an onlooker that Pete wasn't even trying.  Yet if you looked 
closely you could see his muscles bulge.  His face red with effort, and 
sweat forming on his body. 

Nicole closed her eyes and rubbed against him harder.  "Oh, yes, 
struggle my weak one.  It feels so good.  Feel these muscles."  Her body 
pressed even harder into Pete.  Pete doubled his efforts at being called 
"weak one, but still had absolutely no impact against the woman's hard 
body.  She held him crushed to the wall.  Not enough to be painful but 
his breath intake was lessened somewhat.  Her chest pressed hard into 
his.  Her firm breasts not deforming in the slightest as they pressed 
into the man.  The nipples pushing through the material and into his 
skin.  Pete winced from the pleasurable sensations coursing through his 
body.  He groaned in effort but never even budged her. 

"Yes," she whispered.  "Feel the power in my body.  Power to grind you 
into dust without even half trying."  Pete could feel it was true.  She 
leaned into him, eyes clothed, her pelvis pulsing rhythmically against 
his erection.  Her chest pushing into his own.  His arms splayed out on 
the wall.  Unable to even move a muscle, yet he knew she did not intend 
to hurt him.  "But they won't," she confirmed.  "These muscles will only 
turn you on.  Until you can't stand it anymore...." 

She continued to talk lightly in his ear and press emphatically into 
him. Her body completely engulfing him, although actually a little 
shorter than him. He continued to press back and could feel he was 
losing control.  The combination of her incredible power holding him 
helpless.  Her firm and voluptuous body pressing into him.  Her sexy 
voice.  And the pressure of her torso against his member driving him 
into ecstasy.  His entire body stiffened and he spasmed forcefully into 
his shorts. 

Nicole stood back and appraised him.  "Thank you for that," she said.  
"For showing how much my power and strength excites you."  She looked 
down and her eyes widened, delighted.  "But you seem to want some more!" 

It was true.  Pete was still erect with arousal.  Something that 
happened to him once in a while when he was highly excited.  Which was 
an understatement for how he felt now.  His erection grew even more as 
Nicole stepped in, put her hands on his sides and lifted him off the 
ground.  It didn't even seem to be hard for her as she carried him to 
the center of the room and placed him on the floor.  As he watched she 
removed her clothes.  He saw her tan covered her entire luscious body.  
He reached out and rubbed her calves, her legs astride him. She leaned 
down and in one, quick, easy movement she tore his shorts from his body.  
Then slowly she crouched down and impaled herself on his erection.  

Pete gasped as he felt her slowly, oh so slowly, lower herself onto him. 
Such control.  Her inner thigh and vaginal muscles held him firmly.  She 
made his erection appear a mile long as she inched forward millimeter by 
millimeter. He gasped and bucked his hips up, but she would raise up 
with it.  Finally, after what felt like an eternity to the man she 
settled down onto him, his manhood buried completely inside her.  She 
started to tighten and release her inner muscles, squeezing him inside 
her.  As she did this, she pushed down on his chest, tracing her 
fingernails across his chest muscles. 

Pete was in heaven.  He again found he could not move or sit up.  She 
held him down easily.  She didn't pump on top of him, but the squeezes 
were exquisite. 

He was quickly brought to the brink.  His breathing rate increased and 
his body convulsed in delight.  She squeezed hard and held him there.  
Then let go and he lost control and released for the second time.  Even 
more powerful than the first. 

As he caught his breath, Nicole again stood over him.  Her, immense legs 
on either side of his body.  As he looked up, he saw her radiant smile 
beam down at him.  "What about me, big boy?" 

Pete raised himself as if in a trance and began to feel and caress her 
legs. She flexed the muscles for him as he did so.  He would alternately 
rub and caress, then squeeze each muscle.  She cooed in satisfaction.  
"Ooh, taught yourself a few tricks have we?" she laughed.  "Show me." 

Emboldened by her remarks her started to use some of the massage 
techniques he had read about.  He squeezed and caressed her entire body.  
Time was lost as he was completely entranced by her sexy body.  Nicole 
laid back and let the man minister to her.  His hands felt good 
traveling up and down her body.  He pulled and caressed her firm 
abdomen.  Tracing the lines of each muscle prominently displayed.  
Pressing into the muscles with his fingers.  Putting all his weight 
behind it.  It elicited a low moan of pleasure from the woman. 

Working his way up to her chest and breasts.  He squeezed and pressed 
all over them.  Lowered his face to her body and began to kiss and lick 
the muscles as well.  The hard, muscles and smooth skin felt so amazing 
as he continued, engrossed in his activities.  Nicole urged him to 
continue.  "Yessss," she sighed.  "It feels so good.  Harder."  

Pete gripped her shoulders and biceps tightly.  He squeezed and felt 
between each muscle group.  The muscles flexed and bulged obscenely and 
he squeezed even harder.  His hands shook as he compressed her bicep.  
His grip not fazing the muscle in the slightest.  He felt another 
erection press firmly against her side as he switched arms. 

"HARDER!" Nicole urged.  "YOU CAN'T HURT ME!"  Aroused, Pete began to 
feel, squeeze and pound on her body.  His hands and arms ached with the 
effort.  He lightly traced back along the underside of her breasts.  
Kissing the nipples he lowered his hands to her stomach and pressed and 
kneaded the muscles with short, choppy punches.  As he took the nipples 
in his teeth and sucked, he heard her breath draw in and her body began 
to tremble.  

He got so excited to have this effect on the sexy woman that he 
continued for many minutes.  His hands were punching and squeezing at 
her abs, while his mouth kissed and licked every inch of her upper 
torso.  Her body flexed immensely and grew even harder.  He climbed on 
top, and teased her with his fingers momentarily. 

As he felt her body against him, he slid his finger inside her and 
manipulated.  He felt her body contract and knew he had found the 
pleasurable spot.  She began to pump against his body.  For many minutes 
this continued, her arousal growing.  Pete was enraptured as he felt her 
body contract and flex below him. 

Suddenly her muscles tightened, she let out a long, slow moan.  Her body 
arched up hard, carrying Pete's weight with it as if insignificant.  He 
pushed back down with all his weight and strength, still manipulating 
inside her. Her breathing was ragged as her body pumped in the air, 
holding Pete aloft with ease.  She let out some little screams as her 
body convulsed. 

He had never seem her like this in their earlier encounters and he was 
pleased to be able to do this.  She seemed to slow down only to again go 
up and over, screaming in release.  Pete was envious of the sensations 
of the female body momentarily as he watched the expressions of bliss 
and excitement play on her face. 

After a time, she did finally stop, sweat covering both their bodies.  
Pete lay on top of her, his own breathing ragged.  His erection still 
prominent, pressed against her hard stomach.  As hard as he was, no 
match for the hardness of her body. 

She looked up.  "That was awesome, babe."  She noticed his erection 
pressed against her.  "Aww.  I can't leave you like that.  Would you 
like to put that inside me?" 

He didn't need to be asked twice and quickly he plunged inside her and 
began to pump.  She rose and fell with him, holding him off the ground 
and pumping him with her internal muscles.  Pete groaned and quickly 
felt himself near the edge. 

But Nicole wasn't done and drew her legs around him.  Pushed him deeper 
into her and held him there.  He frantically tried to pump, but couldn't 
move. His hands pressed at her stomach and his hips ground furiously.  
But she held him, laughing lowly at the expression on his face. 

When he calmed down, she let him continue pumping.  Each time she felt 
him near release, she drew him close, squeezed him tightly and prevented 
him from climaxing.  Pete became wild.  His strokes were hard and 
powerful.  He needed release badly.  But she staved him off each time.  
Her powerful body easily overcoming his growing need. 

Just as he was sure he could take no more, his brain addled with lust 
and the need to release, Nicole again drew him in close.  He moaned in 
frustration and beat against her body uselessly.  She manipulated 
against him with amazing control of her internal muscles.  She chuckled 
lightly, "Okay, now." 

The words and her motions against him were like a release of  the flood 
gates.  He climaxed as he never had in his life.  It was his third of 
the night yet far more intense than the other two combined.  He didn't 
know where it came from but Nicole's body elicited wave after wave of 
pleasure from his body.  Pete moaned and bucked and cried out in 
delight.  His vision clouded and he felt electric charges fly from his 
every pore.  Yet still he continued.  Nicole pumped every ounce of 
pleasure from him until he collapsed in exhaustion on top of her body. 

After a few moments she lifted his body up.  His weight a feather to 
her. She carried him up the two flights to his bedroom.  Placed him on 
his bed, covered him up, and left. 

...When Pete woke the next morning, he was sore all over.  His body felt 
like it had endured the most intense workout of his life.  He reached, 
but found Nicole was not in the bed with him.  He searched but found she 
was gone.  Not even a note, just like last time.  He smiled, shook his 
head and went to take a shower...