Grace 

Grace works in the kitchen and she's in charge of  baking.  In the four 
years that I've worked in the building, I've never really had a 
conversation with her, beside the usual pleasantries of, "Good morning," 
"How are you? Are we gonna get that storm tonight?" etc. etc. etc.  I 
don't think these exchanges lasted for more than 30 seconds to a minute. 

I also never noticed her in the way a man notices a woman.  She was 
cute, pixie cute, but she was not a petite woman, nor could she 
described as heavy. In fact she was pleasing to the eye once you saw her 
over a period of time.  I knew that she, like me, was married and had 
two younger kids and lived in the same town but some distance away.  She 
always seemed pretty happy. Negative words about others, never seemed to 
come out of her, but I didn't get to speak to her on many occasions 

One day, it seemed the kitchen was practically empty when I happened in 
for a midmorning snack.  Grace was tending the cookie batter that was 
sitting on the floor in one of those large, heavy, steel vessels that 
looked like it weighed more than the potential goodies that were inside 
of it.  The big whisk thing was going around and around as it spun 
through the mound of cookie dough.  She was just standing over, looking 
blankly down at it as if mesmerized by its circling.  I turned to get a 
cup of coffee and a donut (Bavarian chocolate), and as I did, I heard 
the silence of the cookie machine as it was turned off.  I turned back 
to her and she was bending at the knees, put her hands on the handles of 
this gigantic vessel, and just before lifting it, she took a quick look 
around, then hoisted this heavy object, with its weighty contents, onto 
a work counter a couple of feet away.  She did this with, what seemed to 
be, little effort.  Her hands wiped themselves on her apron and she 
reached for those plastic gloves that they require that all the kitchen 
employees wear when handling food, and went to the business of laying 
out peanut butter cookies.  I came to my senses and walked over and 
said, "Hey, Grace, I would have helped you with that.  That must have 
been very heavy." 

"Oh, I didn't even know you were in here.  That's all right, it's part 
of the job."  She said this as if it were something she did every day. 
In fact it was.  

"You must be quite strong to lift that every day." 

A sadness came to her eyes, just for a moment.  "It really isn't all 
that heavy, really."  I put my hand on it and went to push it. It did 
not budge.  The counter was a smooth one, and nothing was blocking its 
movement.  Believe me, it was heavy. I didn't push the issue, however.  
I just asked her to save me a cookie for later and she agreed and gave 
me a kind smile. 

I actually, somehow, forgot about that cookie in the afternoon, and went 
about my job for the rest of the day.  The next day, I went into the 
kitchen for my break, got some coffee. The place looked deserted, but I 
just went for my morning snack. As I was reaching for a donut, someone 
put a cookie in front of me. It was Grace. "You forgot." 

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry. Can I have it now?" 

"Ummm... maybe," as she chuckled and pulled it back. She re-offered it 
to me, "Here." 

"Thanks." I chomped down on that delicious cookie. "What's in store for 
today?" 

"Double batch of chocolate chip.  There's a seminar upstairs later. 
People from all over the state coming for this. That's why I'm alone 
here this morning, everyone else is up stairs preparing the room."  I 
looked over and saw the bigger container of cookie mix being pushed 
around by the rotating whisk that seemed to have some difficulty plowing 
its way through the thick dough.  

"Hey, when it's finished, give me a yell, I'll come help" 

"That's ok, I can handle it. Wouldn't be the first time." She giggled a 
bit as she said this, but it was a giggle of embarrassment more than 
anything else. Then that sad look in her eyes appeared again. 

"You mean you've lifted that on the counter before?"  She nodded.  "You 
must be quite strong." I was turning to go back to the chores of the day 
and I heard her say, "It's a bit of a curse, actually." 

"Why" 

"Ever since I can remember, I've always been very strong. In elementary 
school, I arm wrestled one of the boys at lunch and put him down very 
quickly.  When everyone started to laugh at him, I felt quite badly 
about it. To try and make it up to him, I asked him if he wanted to try 
again. I was going to let him win, but he just backed away and shook his 
head no.  That incident was remembered through junior high school. Not 
many of the boys took to me and I had few girl friends, I think because 
of that event. What was so surprising about it was the ease in which I 
beat him.  I hardly tried and he was pushing with all he had.  I used to 
go home and pick up my brother's weights when no one was around and 
found out I could not only lift them, but I could have put on more 
weight. It's never been too flattering. I try to hide it as best I can, 
but I guess I got caught." Another nervous giggle.  "One time in high 
school, this guy named Ray  was really giving me a tough time.  I had 
just failed a chemistry test and he had gotten a.... 224 or something.  
He began calling me a stupid broad.  I was really pissed and pushed him.  
He came back at me. I knew I could beat him, but how could I do that in 
front of everyone again.  I would have gone through all that crap I went 
through in elementary school.  So, as we fought, I made sure I wouldn't 
get hurt, but I let him beat me. Damn! He got me down into a schoolboy 
pin and I gave up. Shit! He made me say I was stupid and he was smart. 
Fuck!! I was so mad." 

"You still are" 

"Yea, I am, but I try not to let it get to me" 

"Honestly, I find strength in a woman quite appealing.  I hope I'm not 
out of line." 

"No, not at all." 

"Can I ask you something?" 

"Sure" 

"Would you arm wrestle me?" 

"Sure you want to do that?"  I nodded yes and we took our positions on 
either side of the open counter, locked hands and looked at each other. 
"Are you ready?"  Again, I nodded yes.  "I'll count to three. 
One...two....three.  I pushed, grunted, groaned, turned red and found my 
hand on its back on the counter in a matter of about ten seconds.  "Are 
you ok?" 

"Yes", I said.  She then gave me a big smile. 

 "Try again?"  The smile remained. 

"Absolutely."   I really didn't want to try again because I knew I 
couldn't beat her. Yet the sight of her arm exploding to the hardness it 
possessed did turn me on a bit. She wasn't muscular, but her arms were 
hard as rocks.  I walked away from the counter and shook my arm as if 
loosening my muscle. but it was more to get some feeling back into it.  
We locked up again. One...two...three.  This time she just held me and 
looked right into my eyes with that cute smile.  She held me there for 
at least 20 seconds and saw my face turning all sorts of colors.  Then, 
very slowly, without moving her eyes, I went down again. 

"Please don't feel bad, my intent was not to humiliate you, but all I 
could see was Ray, I was getting back at him."  

I smiled at her, "No I don't feel badly at all.  A bit embarrassed. 
Don't you feel badly either,  I couldn't believe that I couldn't move 
you. All I could do was watch my hand go down.  I've never felt that 
kind of strength.  I hope you don't mind my saying, but I felt a bit 
turned on having to submit to your strength.  Again, I hope you don't 
take offense" 

"No, but you're the first guy to say that to me.  So many were turned 
off by it." 

"Did you ever play mercy?  You could really get back at Ray."  Stupid me 
was heard saying. 

"Gee no, how do you play that?"  She had a very broad grin on her face 
and I knew she was playing with me.  She put up her left hand and waited 
for me to join her with my right.  We locked. Then her right and my left 
locked.  She brought the locked hands down and bent my wrist back.  I 
was on my toes and wished I could have gotten up higher.  The pain was 
unreal, but I wanted to last a little longer than I did before.  She 
then snapped the other way and I was on my knees in a matter of seconds.  
I leaned my head on her forearm and felt a hard mass of muscle, not 
defined, but so strong.  I was beginning to tear and I said, "Please, 
mercy." 

"Kiss both of my forearms." My lips couldn't move fast enough.  The more 
I kissed, the more she loosened her powerful grip. Finally, she had 
completely let go, but I remained on my knees just looking up at her.  I 
took her hand and kissed it.  "No, stand up and do this right." She 
helped me to my feet, embraced me and gave me a kiss that was so 
passionate that I wanted to fuck her right there.  However, we realized 
where we were and cooled off. 

"You know the next logical step is for us to wrestle." I said this with 
a smile, but this is something I really wanted to do. I was so turned on 
by her strength, these words came out without any thought. 

 "Ok, but now I still have these cookies to make, and you have your job 
to do  We can make a time to meet each other when we have the time.  
Well, I may not need that much time to make you give up to me." Again, 
that enjoyable smile came about her. 

"Funny," I said, " How about if we take a day some time?" 

"Great."  With this we went our separate ways and went about our chores.  
I was difficult to work that day with a constant semi-erection, but we 
must prevail. 

We were able to cool it for a couple of days.  I did see Grace, but we 
simply exchanged small talk as the kitchen was once again crowded with 
her do-workers.  Every time we said good-bye, she gave me a wink and I 
returned the favor.  One day she called me over to help lift one of 
those cookie dough containers and whispered for me to call her at home 
that evening.  I was able to call at the designated time and I was 
informed that her house was empty for a couple of days due to her 
husband going on a business trip, her elder child away on a school trip 
and her younger could be looked after by a good friend who had a young 
child also.  We set a time to meet the following evening.  The next day 
at work seemed to drag.  Every time I looked at my watch an hour later, 
it had only moved five minutes.  Finally, the agony ended. 

I arrived at Grace's house a couple of minutes early.  She bade my to 
enter and when I did, she was sitting on the couch with a two piece 
bathing suit and she made sure I was able to see her legs.  They were 
big, but not fat. They had a certain strength to them that had showed in 
her arms earlier.  "You know, the only time I fought a guy, I lost 
intentionally. I intend to avenge that.  How do you want to wrestle?" 

"How about submission only, no pins." I think I played right into her 
hands. 

"I was hoping for that.  First to win five falls wins?" 

"Ok.  I brought a pair of shorts with me" 

"Oh, just go in the bathroom and change."  I did this, almost tripping 
when I took off my pants.  I was in such a hurry.  But for what? I 
couldn't beat her at arm-wrestling, and she had made me say mercy, very 
quickly in another test of strength.  Now I'm about to have my ass 
licked by her.  Maybe it's the thought of feeling her body, her strong 
body, that has made me make this commitment. Out of the bathroom I came, 
all the furniture had been moved out of the way to give us plenty of 
wrestling room. 

"Did you move everything on your own?" 

"Yea, it's good for stretching and,"  she flexed her right arm that 
showed a bulge of muscle to go along with her rock hard forearms, "it 
helps me keep this"  She kissed her own muscle.  "This is going to 
destroy you. Ready for your battering?" 

"Might happen.  Let's go."  We locked up, my left hand behind her neck 
and my left hand on her massive shoulder.  She suddenly slipped both 
arms around me and locked them around my waist.  One quick squeeze told 
me I was in some peril.  My arms were pinned and she started to lift me 
off the floor. She twisted and brought me down to the floor. I couldn't 
believe the speed she had for a bigger woman, as she quickly had her 
knees on my shoulders.  She grabbed my wrists and slid her legs down and 
wrapped them around mine.  "Now, I'm going to stretch you out a bit, 
since you didn't do any stretching before we started.  How does this 
feel, baby?"  She poured on the pressure.  Her grapevine was threatening 
to rip me in half. I gave out a yell of pain.  "That's only half of what 
I can do, let me show you more."  I was trying to twist my hips to throw 
her off, but her balance was perfect.  Even more pressure and even a 
bigger scream.  "Come on, baby, give me a fight."  She looked down at me 
and gave me a kiss. My head was now embraced in her massive arms and her 
legs encased my body.  She didn't have her ankles locked and I was able 
to turn around, hoping to squirm out.  Her ankles then locked, she 
wanted me to face the other way.  Her arms now made their way into a 
sleeper hold and she had it locked in very well.  She didn't squeeze me 
with her legs, she just held as her arms started to constrict the sides 
of my neck.  Grace did this very slowly.  My hands were on those arms, 
but it was useless to think I could budge them.  They were hard and ever 
so slowly becoming harder as they were crushing me. I started running my 
hands up and down her powerful arms in a gesture of worship.  Her legs 
let go and the concentration was on her sleeper. Now, I fought with all 
I had, but noticed all I had was becoming less and less.  I saw stars, I 
saw black, then I was out.  When my eyes opened, I saw her on top of me 
slapping my face very lightly in order to wake me up.  "You ok?" 

"Yes. What happened?" 

"I put you to sleep.  These made you helpless."  She flexed her arms.  
"You were out only for a minute though.  Come on, get up and shake it 
off." Grace helped me to my feet and aided me in my balance until I was 
on my own.  "Are you better now?"  I nodded to let her know I was.  
"Big, strong girl, one, male wimp, nothing."  A giggle came out of her. 

"That's Mr. wimp to you," I said with a chuckle.  "Then again, I guess 
I've got to earn the mister part, right?" 

"Right. What hold should I use to make you submit this time?  Maybe I'll 
crush you in my legs."  We circled each other, I seized her wrist and 
tried to put in a  hammer lock.  I could hardly move her arm as she just 
stood and let me use my energy for no purpose.  She simply pulled and my 
hold, and any chance of the hammer lock was gone.  Grace then quickly 
and easily put me into a hammer lock. "Is this what you were trying to 
do, hon?" She held my arm with one hand, bent down and got my ankle with 
the other. I was totally off balance, only for her help did I stay 
standing.  She wasn't hurting me, but she was in complete control.  My 
ankle was being lifted higher and higher until I started to topple over 
onto the rug.  She sat down as she maintained her control of my arm and 
leg.  Her foot was planted into my back as she pulled on my limbs.  She 
changed the hold and put her knee in the small of my back.  I was not 
able to do a thing against her. I had to go where she put me, and where 
she put me was up in the air.  She continued the pulling of my ankle and 
wrist and my side was beginning to crack.  The crucifix is a very 
difficult hold to apply and I was easily put into it by this queen of 
wrestling. Her attack did not let up, but her balance did and I was 
thrown to the floor.  Before I could move,  her hands were around my 
head positioning me in between her powerful thighs.  She had me so I was 
facing her and she was taunting me. "You're not going to earn the Mr. 
title this way." Squeeze. "How do my legs feel?" 

Squeeze.  "Feel those powerful muscles crushing your head." Squeeze. I 
was hurting.  My neck felt like it would break.  She smiled down at me 
and put on more pressure.  My hands were on both of her magnificent 
thighs and started moving up and down as I followed her command to feel 
her extraordinary strength.  I was able to roll over to my side, but it 
didn't feel any better, I was still in great pain.  She started to play 
with me, "This side feel better, babe, or does this side feel more 
comfortable?"  She kept rolling from side to side.  I was like a rag 
doll.  The only movement I had was that which she allowed, and that was 
minimal.  I couldn't speak, so I tapped her thighs ever so slightly, she 
loosened the hold a bit.  "Have something to say?" 

"I submit."  

"Why?" 

"I'm in your powerful legs and I cannot possibly escape your hold.  
Please allow me to submit to your superior skills."  She put her finger 
in front of me on her crotch and commanded me to kiss her finger.  As I 
did, she removed it and I kissed her right between her legs.  I started 
to become erect as I continued to kiss and worship her.  She turned over 
on her side and kept me in her. Finally, she released her hold.  We both 
needed some time to recover. Me much more than she. 

"Am I wrestling someone who is going all out to give me a fight, or are 
you being turned on too much to go 100%?" 

"I know I'm trying, but I must admit, you do turn me on.  I don't think 
I can beat you.  You're quite strong and you know a lot about wrestling. 
Where did you learn all that?" 

"Well, I was a tom boy and that really never left me.  I watch the phony 
stuff on TV and learn some of the holds they use.  I also have good 
balance and I'm naturally strong.  So put all that together and it works 
for me.  I do have a secret, though."  I couldn't imagine what this 
might be.  "There is a woman's wrestling organization in the city near-
by, and I joined not too long ago.  That's where I've learned loads, and 
believe it or not, I'm not as good as most of the other women." 

"Have you had many matches?" 

"Eight, I won one.  But I'm getting better. We'll talk about that later, 
are you ready for round three?" 

"Sure."  But I know I really wasn't.  I wanted this to end and just kiss 
her powerful body and worship her. More than anything, I wanted to make 
love to her.  But the way to get there was to fight her to the five wins 
required.  She didn't lock up this time, but kept away from me inviting 
me to come in and try to put her into some kind of hold.  I backed away 
and thought about what I wanted to do. As I came into her, she lifted my 
arms and wrapped hers around my chest.  When she locked her hands in 
back of me, I let out another yell.  I tried to push her arms down.  
Sometimes we do silly things when we panic.  I couldn't budge those 
steel-like structures.  The more she flexed and squeezed, the weaker I 
became.  I started to pound her arms with my fists.  "Gee, my daughter 
hits harder than that, wimp." She laughed and constricted me even more.  
My arms were now at my side, my head went down.  My mouth was on her 
neck and I started to kiss.  "Ohhh, that feels nice.  Do you want to 
give up?" 
 
"Yes. I give up." She let go, but my kissing did not stop, nor did she 
stop me.  She was now submitting to my action.  I was in back of her 
still planting kisses all over her neck, Then to the side and then in 
front.  She took off the top of her outfit and her breasts were standing 
out in front of her.  She pushed my head down to them and I eagerly 
kissed, licked and sucked her gorgeous tits.  We were on the floor now, 
me on top.  She rolled me over and sat on my chest.  With her left hand, 
she reached down and firmly grabbed my cock.  With her right, she flexed 
and looked right into my eyes.  I became erect immediately.  She slid 
down and put me into her. I was in absolute ecstasy.  She stayed on top 
me and slowly rode up and down until we both let out moans of joy and 
extreme pleasure.  When we finished, she was lying next to me and hugged 
me much differently that those bear hugs in which she had me.  This was 
a hug of affection and it was quite cozy.  We both agreed that we should 
stop here for the night as it was getting late. 

When I arrived to work the next day, I headed for the kitchen and there 
was Grace going through the routine of making a batch of cookies for the 
days lunch.  "Hello, how are the cookies coming today?" 

"Great. I didn't see you come in.  How do you feel today?" Again, that 
wicked smile. 

"A little sore. And tired, but I'll make it. You?" 

"Great. Well, maybe a little tired, but not sore" 

"You know, the deal was for five, I think you still have two to win."  
Wasn't I being brash?  Maybe even reckless. 

"You're not convinced of my supremacy?  That's all right, I'd love to 
finish it up.  You tell me when."  She leaned close and whispered,  
"I'll show you one hundred percent of my strength." 

I was again starting to get aroused.  "Who says things will be the 
same?" 

"Me, and this." She stiffened her arm and bade me look.  I saw what she 
meant. Without flexing, her arm showed that steel-like strength that she 
had used to destroy me previously.  "And this." She discretely put my 
hand on her thigh which was flexed and like a piece of granite.  I was 
becoming aroused at her power once more and we were able to set a 
tentative date for our next meeting. 

This meeting was also at her place.  When I arrived, I made sure I had 
brought a rose for her.  This way she might give me some mercy as she 
was beating me.  "Oh how pretty! Thank you, but I'm not going to let up 
one ounce." So much for flattery.  "I'm going all out and you will be 
submitting to me quickly. I'll have you begging this girl for mercy. Go 
change so we can, no so I can get this over with."  

When I came from changing, she was standing with her arms folded and 
that evil smile.  I noticed an addition to the room.  "You found a 
mirror for my benefit?" 

"Oh, yes, do you like the touch.  While you're being crushed in my legs, 
you can not only feel, but see your agony. Are you ready?" 

"Yes, my dear."  She didn't unfold her arms, but kept them in place and 
dared me to separate them.  I tried in vain to move them.  I went behind 
her to attempt to pull them and put her into some kind of hold.  
Suddenly, she thrust her ass into my gut and I doubled over.  I had 
succeeded in letting her trick me into another helpless position.  She 
was in front of me and put my head in her powerful thighs.  She planned 
this quite nicely as she had me facing the mirror.  My head was being 
squashed and had the pleasure of not only feeling those steel-like legs, 
but seeing them crushing me as well. When I looked in the mirror, I saw 
her with her hands on her hips and she was turned around looking at me.  
"Any plan on how you're going to escape this?"  She didn't let me answer 
however, as she flexed her amazing thigh muscles.  She allowed my head 
to slide down to her knees and was able to put me in a standing figure-
four head scissors.  This was a knockout hold and I felt myself slipping 
into twilight.  I totally relaxed in anticipation to going to sleep, but 
this didn't happen.  She loosened the grip and let me fall down to the 
rug.  She straddled my head with her feet and instructed me to start 
kissing.  Did I have a choice.  I kissed and licked her feet. I rubbed 
her feet, ankles and calves in a gesture of respect and worship. She 
held me tightly, but she didn't clamp down too hard. I had enough room 
to stretch out a bit and lick her between her toes. After a while she 
completely let me go.  I started to my feet, but before I could make it 
she caught my head between her forearms.  She clamped this down like a 
leg scissor but she had her forearms around my neck and her hands locked 
in back of my neck.  "You know, you never gave up to me in the last 
match and I want to hear it.  Now what would you like to tell your 
mistress?" 

"I totally and respectfully submit to you, my mistress, because I have 
been beaten down like a dog. I am no match for your abilities.  I beg 
for your kindness." 

"Ohh..very nice. I like that.  I'll have to have you say that to me more 
often. I'll let this go for now, but my score is only four.  Of course, 
you have zero, but I still need to win one more.  Do I have complete 
control?" 

"Yes. You are in total control of me." 

"You will only give up in this next match when I say. No matter what 
kind of punishment you are receiving, you may not give up without 
permission from your mistress, Understood?" She removed her bottom and 
was now totally nude. 
 
"Yes, my love."  I was still on my knees.  She told me to try my best to 
win this last match, but I was physically spent and had very little 
fight left. 

She commanded me to my feet. I had some difficulty in doing this, but I 
finally made it.  Grace gave me no time to recover, I was in a side 
headlock as soon as I was up.  This hold put me right to my knees. My 
head felt like it was going to explode under this intense pressure from 
her.  I dug my fingers into her forearms and groaned an awful sound of 
extreme pain.  I was trying to scream but my neck was being compressed 
so that my vocal cords must have been in contact with each other and 
with the sides of my throat.  I was pounding her arms, but she wouldn't 
release.  I started to beat on her thighs, but my punches were bouncing 
off as she flexed those mighty beams. She threw me on to the floor. I 
continued to hurt and see stars.  I might have even blacked out for a 
moment. The next thing I remember was Grace sitting on her couch with a 
beer in her hand.  She came over to me and pulled me, by the head to the 
couch.  I was pleading with her to let me concede. "Let me warn you, any 
more whining from you will only prolong your agony. I hope you 
understand that. Now, put your head between my thighs." I hesitated. 
"Now!" was her command. I obeyed quickly.  She locked her ankles but 
didn't put much pressure on me.  "Kiss the inside of my thighs." She 
allowed me to turn enough to plant kisses on both thighs as she sipped 
her beverage. I started to lick the extreme power in which I was put 
into a quick state of pain, as she squeezed me. "Did I tell you to lick, 
I said kiss. Now, do as you are instructed." I continued to kiss.  Grace 
was still sipping her beer and looking down at me.  She released an told 
me to stand. I did this as quickly as possible.  With this, she lifted 
me and carried me somewhere, I found out, it was the bathroom.  "Get 
into the bath tub and lie down flat on your back."  She then straddled 
me with her feet, squatted down and let go of her golden juice.  At the 
same time she was finishing her beer.  "Don't go any where there's 
more." There was.  She sprayed my face and neck then directed me to open 
wide. I did and her juice came into my mouth.  "Now that I'm finished, 
lick me dry. "  A task not difficult, I kept licking her until she 
groaned with joy.  

After finishing her enjoyment, she stood up, put her foot on my chest 
and said, "Is there any question  of my superiority?" 

"No, not from me. Never" 

"Good, take a quick shower.  I'll wait for you in the living room."  I 
quickly rinsed myself off, and walked back into the living room where 
she was waiting for me.  I noticed two more beers on the table.  "Could 
you use one of these?" 

"Sure. Thanks." 

"Was that your first time?" 

"You mean the golden shower?  Yes, and it was an experience that I 
thought I wouldn't enjoy, but I was wrong.  I really enjoyed it and, I 
guess it leaves no doubt as to who is the conqueror and who is the 
slain. Do I kneel in your presence?" 

"Not just yet. We have one more thing to do."  I wonder what she wanted 
now.  She stood in front of me and told me we had one more match, but I 
was to give in on every move. "You will enjoy this very much, just go 
along with me. Ok?"  I nodded in agreement.  Grace circled behind me and 
started to wrap her arms around my mid-section. She slipped one hand 
under my crotch and guided me down to the floor. I let her guide me to 
where she wanted to go and I found myself being wrapped up with her legs 
once more, but not with that steel-like grip.  This was a lot more 
gentle.   She put her hand down on my erect penis and started to stroke 
very gently and at the same time delicately tightening the hold she had 
on me.  Within seconds I felt a rush of euphoria come over me.  Grace 
clamped down a little more and said, "Give it all you have, hon." I 
exploded and moaned out a great relief.  "There you go. Got any more?"  
I indicated I didn't, but Grace had other plans.  "I think there's still 
life in there."  She let go and sat on top of me.  She grabbed my penis 
with her right hand and flexed her powerful left hand.  Again, I started 
to rise.  The more she showed me her power, the harder I got. She slid 
down my body and put me inside of her. We were very much in concert as 
the two of us gave out sounds of elation and extreme satisfaction.  

I was dressed within a number of minutes of finishing. We kissed each 
other good-bye. 

The next time we saw each other at work, she was working on another 
batch of cookies. "Good morning, Grace." as I was pouring a cup of 
coffee.  

"Hi. How are you?" 

"Great.  Gotta get to work, talk to you later" 

We both gave each other a knowing smile. A smile of knowing that we will 
see each other again.