My Story - Part 8
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A short story of a coed muscle goddess.


It was nearing spring break and I thought it would be fun to head out for a
little 'fun-in-the-sun' before finishing out the semester. I suggested this to
Jane, who reluctantly agreed once I told her that Jeremy was going. Next, I
had to talk to Jeremy, who didn't really want to go until I told him that Jane
was going. Do I know how to work the system or what?

I booked a room in Palm Desert knowing that everyone and their brother would
descend on Palm Springs. When the day of departure arrived, we loaded in
Jeremy's Honda CR-V for the two hour drive to the desert. Weather was forecast
to be beautiful; mid to upper 80's under clear blue skies. Just another week
in paradise.

We checked in and unpacked. I had two drawers worth of clothes, plus what I
had to hang in the closet. Jane and Jeremy had a drawer a piece worth of
clothes and a few items to hang up. OK, so I may have overpacked, but I
brought a bathing suit for every day and sandles to match. It was still only
mid-morning so it was nice that we could check in and not wait till the
afternoon. I wasted no time in getting out of my clothes and putting on a nice
black thong that accentuated my muscles and only covered a few square inches
of my tits. Jane had on a well worn bikini that probably was 10 years old.
Jeremy had on a pair of board shorts that barely concealed his 'package'.
Together we made quite the trio.

The pool area was not crowded, but it was early. Official check-in time wasn't
until three o'clock, but we were eager. There was one mom and her youngster
and an older couple who were in the shade of an umbrella. Jeremy moved the
chaise lounges so that we could maximize our exposure to the sun. I lay on the
chaise and applied my SPF 35. I loved how my muscle glistened as I applied the
lotion. I noticed that the other sun worshipper's, with the exception of the
6-year old, showed great interest in me and my technique for applying
sunscreen. 'Well, OK,' I thought, 'let's see what they think of this'. I swung
my legs off the lounge and leaned over Jane. Jane was also lying on her back,
so I put some lotion in the palm of my hand and very slowly rubbed it on
Jane's stomach. I took great care to rub slowly, spreading the lotion evenly
and eventually slipping my fingers further and further beneath the waistband
of her bikini.

As I looked up, the mom and the elderly couple all turned away so that I would
think they hadn't been watching me and my performance. I finished applying the
lotion to Jane's chest and both legs, then bent and gave her a nice french
kiss that was sure to get the attention of the others poolside. I glanced at
Jeremy who knew what I was doing and smiled in return.

I handed Jeremy the lotion and he applied his lotion directly to himself. As
he rubbed the lotion into his skin, he allowed his hand to slip beneath his
shorts and give one or two strokes to his shaft. As I looked at the mom, she
was lightly licking her lips, a telling sign that she liked what she saw. I
smiled and almost laughed out load.

As it grew later, the pool area filled up. It looked like the hotel was going
to be full. The three of us went to the pool steps and eased into the water.
The coolness of the water against our hot skin made Jane and my nipples hard.
Janes petite breasts were well hidden by her top, but my breasts had little
material to hide behind although they didn't need any for support. I looked
down and saw that both nipples were almost piercing the fabric of my top. 'My
God," I thought, 'they have to be an inch long.'

The mother of the little girl came to the pool steps and eased into the water.
The little girl was in a float playing with a plastic boat a few yards off.
She was younger than I had thought, perhaps 28 or 29. She was in good shape,
wearing a flattering tan and black bikini. Actually the tan of the suit almost
made her look like she wasn't wearing a suit at all. I wondered if that was
intentional. "Cool, isn't it?" she said as she walked down the steps. I looked
at her through my sunglasses and could tell that she was looking at my
breasts. "Yes, the air is so warm and the water so cool, it makes my nipples
stand up," I told her, seeing if my directness would shock her. But she only
smiled and said, "I can see that. They are impressive, but so is the rest of
your body." 'Alright,' I thought, 'now you have me curious,' so I said, "Thank
you, I work hard maintaining this body, but not everyone appreciates the
effort." "Well, I do, I'm Ann and that young lady over there in the float is
Emily," she said and held out her hand to shake with me. I took her hand and
squeezed firmly. "Hi, Ann, I'm Amanda," I said. She squeezed back, then said,
"You have quite a grip, Amanda, you really are strong, I'd love to see you
flex."

"Do you like muscles on women?" I asked. "Oh, yes, my ex-husband was a
bodybuilder," she said, "so I went to a lot of competitions and got to know
the people. I can appreciate all the hard work." "If you want," I said, "come
up to my room and I'll flex for you." "I'd love that," she said, "Let me just
put Emily down for her nap and I'll be along shortly, OK?" "No problem," I
said and told her our room number. She went about collecting daughter and
gear, and then headed off to put the kid down. I told Jeremy and Jane that I
needed to have the room to myself for a while, then toweled off and headed for
the room.

Back in the cool room, I applied a little baby oil that I had brought that had
some sparkles added to it. I admired myself in the mirror and was only brought
out of my trance by Ann's knock on the door. I let her in and noticed she had
a baby monitor with her that she sat on the dresser, "Just in case Emily wakes
before we're done."

She hadn't changed out of her bikini which I was happy to see. "I have to ask,
the color of your suit," I said, "almost matches your skin, was that
intentional?" Ann smiled, "You noticed," she said, "Yes, that was intentional,
although several days ago, before I got here, the suit was darker than my
skin. Do you like it?" "I do," I said, "I'd like to find one similar."
"Similar," she said, "but skimpier? That's OK, if I had your body, I'd go with
a thong as well." Now it was my turn to smile. "I work at keeping in shape," I
said, and reached behind me to untie my top, letting it fall to the floor,
"heavy workouts, you know, almost every day", and with a finger on each side
of my bathing suit bottom, peeled it off my hips, all the while I was looking
Ann in the eyes, "and as you can see, I've created a body that I'm somewhat
proud of." I finished this last statement by hitting a double bicep pose. Ann
stepped forward and ran a hand over each of my biceps. "Oh, yes, I can see
you've put a lot of work into this body," she said, looking me in the eyes
from no more than a foot away, and she reached behind her and unfastened her
top. "I love what you've done with your abs," she said although she didn't
break her gaze to my eyes, and she dropped her bikini bottom, "and your quads
are magnificent."

There we stood, each naked. I was the first to break the gaze and looked down
at her breasts. "They're a 34-B, in case you're wondering," Ann said. She had
a silver stud in her navel that I hadn't noticed before, but I'm afraid I let
the corner of my mouth drop when I saw that her pubic hair. Not a great deal,
but some. I swear she could read my mind because she said, "Ah, I see you
prefer your women clean shaven. I understand I use to trim my pubic hair or
shave it althogher, but since my divorce, I haven't been motivated, would you
like to take care of that for me before we go any further?" "Yes," I said,
"yes I would."

Ann lay on the bed and I first trimmed the area with a small pair of scissors.
Next, I lathered the area with my shave gel then used my razor to remove the
remaining hair and stubble. With a warm towel I wiped away the excess shave
gel then inspected my handy work. I had a small cannister of baby powder and
applied some. Ann said, "That makes my mons feel cool." It was the first time
I had ever shaven anyone beside myself, so I was happy that I didn't draw any
blood.

To be continued ... .