Xena - My Story, Part 8
By Love My Muscles



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I have to share something that happened recently while Jack and I were on
vacation. This was our first vacation together and it was memorable, but let
me know what you think ...

With Jack's heavy work schedule and my demands upon his time, I noticed that
he was in need of a little rest and relaxation. That sounded good to me as
well and since I was out of classes for the summer, I found a replacement for
my duties at the gym and made reservations for a Caribbean cruise.

We were flying from the west coast on Friday morning. LAX to Miami is a long
flight, made even longer because of a stopover in Dallas and neither Jack nor
I was looking forward to it even though we would be flying first class. We
checked in curbside with the skycap, and then proceeded to the reservation
counter.

Boarding pass in hand we waited in the cue for security. Showing
identification, we went through the screening process. I drew a few glances
from both male and female TSA agents but none requested that I be searched.

Jack and I entered the aircraft and took our seats. I loved watching the
people file in and head to the back of the aircraft. Many glanced at Jack and
me. Jack had the aisle seat and I was in the window seat. In first class the
seats were wide, leather with ample leg room.

Shortly after takeoff, drinks were served and it was then that I noticed one
of the flight attendants. She was a tall brunette with an attractive figure
that even the crew uniform couldn't hide. At first I thought she was
interested in me, but then it became obvious that she wanted Jack's attention
as she refilled his beverage glass with one hand on his shoulder and looking
him directly in the eyes, all the while smiling and making small talk.

Jack is an attractive man, tall, lean, athletic and totally devoted to me. I
kept him in shape and molded him in the sexual toy I needed, so it was no
wonder that the flight attendant took notice of him.

Once she filled his glass and moved away to the galley, I said to Jack, "Well,
it looks like you've got an admirer." "What? Oh, she was just being friendly,
Xena," Jack said. I smiled and said, "Sure. You know she wants you, Jack," I
said. Now, looking directly at me he said, "But I belong to you." "Yes, you
do, Jack, but if you want her, you may have her, at least till we land in
Dallas," I said and smiled, then added, "Consider her a pre-vacation gift." He
seemed to consider that as he slowly turned his gaze toward the galley. "Go
on," I whispered in his ear, and flicked the tip of my tongue in his ear. He
smiled and got out of his seat.

Jack and I have an 'open' relationship. While I control him, I'm able to see
and please whoever I like and occasionally, like now, I allow him to indulge
himself with a different woman. I think it makes him appreciate me even more
than he does. While this flight attendant is good looking and maybe even
pretty, I know she's no match for my sexual prowess.

Jack was standing by the woman at the front galley. He turned and opened the
lavatory door, disappearing inside. I pretended to glance at the magazine from
the seat pocket in front of me, but looked over the edge to see the flight
attendant whisper something to her coworker and disappear into the same
lavatory. 'Not too obvious,' I thought, 'but good for Jack.'

Twenty minutes went by and Jack reappeared, a smile on his face. Once he was
seated, I asked, "So, how was she?" "Fine," he said, "although I wish I had
more room to play in." I smiled and said, "We will in Miami, Jack."

The balance of the flight into Dallas was uneventful and we received
exceptional service from Jack's new 'friend' although Jack was the recipient
of most of her 'service'.

We arrived in Miami and took a cab to our hotel in South Beach. We would board
the ship the next afternoon, so with the sun still shining on the sand across
the street, I dawned my bikini and a cover up, grabbed my beach bag and headed
for the sand, picking up a couple of towels from a small Cuban desk clerk in
the lobby.

Several of the women I passed as I walked along the beach were sunning
topless. 'Now this is my kind of beach,' I thought as I spread my towels out
and removed my cover up and top. I was about to nod off after the long flight
to the east coast when a shadow crossed my vision. Shielding my eyes against
the Florida sun, I looked up at the man who was blocking my sun. I could only
make out his silhouette.

"You're blocking my sun," I said, sitting up. "Oh, I'm sorry," the man said,
"it's just that I didn't see you here yesterday." 'What a pick up line,' I
thought, but before I could respond, he added, "I'm Jonathan," and held out
his hand. I took his small hand in mind and for some reason said, "Xena."

Now that I could see him better, even though he was in a squat, I could tell
he was short, perhaps 5'-6" tall, wearing an unbuttoned Hawaiian print shirt,
a beach towel draped around his neck and a pair of Speedo swim trunks. He had
to be in his late forties or early fifties.

"What do you want, Jonathan?" I asked. "Well," he said and chuckled nervously,
"I saw you lying here, you know, and, well, I saw your muscles and," and he
looked down at the sand, and then continued, "I was attracted to your
muscles," he concluded. "I see, and is there a MS Jonathan somewhere?" I
asked. "Ye-yes," he said quietly, "she's back at the room taking a nap."
"Uh-huh, and does she know that you like women with lots of muscles,
Jonathan?" I asked. "Ah, ah, not really, MS Xena," he said, "it's sort of
something I've been quiet about." "Uh-huh," I said, "But you like to see
muscle women in magazines and on-line?" "Ye-yes," Jonathan confessed, "and in
videos." "And have you ever met a muscle woman in person?" I asked. "No,
you're the first and I have to say I'm really nervous and excited to be
talking to you," he said.

"Don't be nervous, Jonathan," I said and put a hand on his knee, "Spread your
towel out next to mine." He did quickly and removed his Hawaiian shirt and
sandals. He dropped to his knees and I took note of the small bump in his
Speedo's, before lying back on my towel. "Would you like to put some oil on
me, Jonathan?" I asked. He nodded and I said, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you."
"Ye-yes," he stammered, "I would." I handed him a bottle of oil from my beach
bag.

He took it, glanced at the bottle and then at me lying on my back. "Come on,
get on with it before I burn," I said. Naturally I wouldn't burn as I had a
deep tan already. "Rub the oil between your palms before you massage it into
my chest," I instructed him. He did as I told him, holding the oil in his
palm. "My tits, Jonathan," I said, "massage it into my tits." Slowly he
touched me, and then withdrew his hand. "Come on, don't be timid, I want to
feel your hand on my tit," I said. "Ah, ah, maybe I should go ... " he started
to say before I cut him off. "Don't be a pussy, Jonathan," I said, "You want
to touch my tits, and you want to feel my muscles and feel my strength, don't
you?" He nodded and I smiled at him, and then added, "You probably want to
touch my pussy too." Now he glanced away, and I laughed. "Don't be embarrassed
little man, Xena will make you come before I send you back to your wife."
Jonathan swallowed hard.

"Now put that oil on my chest, wimp," I said, and he slowly massaged it in.
"Do you feel how hard I am," I asked, not opening my eyes or raising my head.
"Yes, mistress Xena," he said meekly. "Squeeze my nipple," I told him and I
could barely feel his touch as he took my nipple between his index finger and
thumb. "Now squeeze," I said. He did and while I could feel it, there was no
pain. I chuckled and said, "You really are a puss, aren't you, Jonathan?" He
nodded.

I was having fun now, and sat up and turned to face the man. I sat cross
legged. "Would you like to see me flex my bicep, Jonathan," I asked. "Oh, yes,
mistress," he said. I flexed my arm several times before holding the pose. I
looked from my muscle to the man. "Squeeze that, little man, feel how hard my
bicep is." He put his hand on my muscle and squeezed, probably with all his
might. I chuckled and said, "Do you realize that I could crush you with just
my bicep?" He nodded. I relaxed my arm and put my hand on my thigh, rubbing it
seductively. "And these legs of mine could cut you in half, Jonathan, would
you like that?" I asked. He nodded once more. I smiled and said, "I bet you
would."

I sat studying him a moment and then said, "Show me that little cock of
yours." He swallowed hard and then said, "Wh-what?" "I said, show me your
cock, don't make me repeat myself, wimp," I told him. He looked around to see
if anyone was watching and then lowered the waistband of his swim trunks until
his penis was exposed. While it was erect, it was no more than three-inches in
length. I reached forward and took him by the head of his penis, squeezing
gently. He winced at the small pressure I applied. I pulled toward me, and he
cried softly, "Please, mistress, that hurts." "I'll bet," I said, "I think my
clit is bigger than your cock, boy. Look at this," and I let go of his penis
and moved my bikini bottom aside exposing my clit, and then fingered myself
until my clit was erect.

Jonathan's eyes widened as he watched my 'she-cock' become erect. "You know,
Jonathan," I said as I stroked myself, "I love to play with myself. Put a
little of that oil in my palm," and I stopped long enough for him to put a
dime-size puddle of oil in my palm. "Hmm," I said as I cupped my palm around
my shaft, "That feels wonderful. Try it, wimp." Again he looked around to see
if anyone was watching, and then put a small amount of the liquid in his palm,
holding it.

"Stroke yourself, pussy-boy, I want to see you come," I said, all the while
pleasuring myself. He grasped his shaft, or what passed as a penis, and
stroked himself perhaps a half dozen times when a dribble of semen exited the
head. He sighed and I said, "Pretty pathetic, pussy, lean down and take a
close look at my clit, I'm going to come." He pulled his waistband up, and
then leaned forward so that his chin was resting on my calf. With one last
stroke, I sent a stream of my cum into his face.

"Drink my cum," I told him as a second stream shot forth. He opened his mouth
in time to swallow my juices.

Jonathan sat up, cum dripping from his chin. I ran a finger across my
shrinking clit and stuck it into my pussy, and then licked it clean. "Hmm," I
said, "I have some of the sweetest cum, don't I Jonathan?" He nodded, wiping
his chin and said, "Yes, you do, mistress." 'Mistress,' I thought, 'I like
that.'

I picked up my bikini top and handed it to him, "Tie my top, boy," I said.
"Yes, mistress," he answered, taking the string top from me and getting to his
feet. He walked around behind me and knelt. I held the small patches of fabric
in place across my breasts as he tied the strings across my back and then at
the back of my neck.

I stood up and looked down at Jonathan. "Stand up, little man," I said and as
I had suspected, he was about a half of foot shorter than I. "Shall we go
visit MS Jonathan?" I asked. His eyes widened and he said, "No, please, ah,
she's sleeping, please no," he begged. I smiled and said, "But I think she
might be interested to see what sort of woman her man is interested in, don't
you, Jonathan?" "No," he said quickly, "I mean, I don't think we sho ... " and
I cut him off by grasping his neck. "No?" I asked, "Take me to your wife; I
want to see this woman."

We walked in silence to a nearby hotel. I hadn't bothered to put on my cover
up, so the female desk clerk's eyes widened as she watched us enter the
elevator together. He removed a room key from his shirt pocket and opened the
door to his room.

The lights were out and I covered his hand before he had a chance to turn on
the switch. With my other hand I put a finger to my lips indicating for him to
be quiet. I then padded to the bed and through the covers back. The woman who
had been asleep came awake with a start. "What, who, Jonathan," she said
hurriedly as she came awake, and then seeing me rather than her husband, said,
"Who are you?" I smiled at her and said, "I'm Xena. Jonathan picked me up on
the beach, what's your name?" "Martha," she said quietly, undoubtedly still
trying to clear the cobwebs from her brain.

It was then that she noticed Jonathan still standing near the door and said,
"Jonathan, who is this, what is this?" "I told you who I am," I said, "as to
what I am, I'm your mistress, Martha. Jonathan, perhaps you should tell Martha
about your fantasies." Martha's head snapped around to look at her husband. He
shuddered and said, "Ah, Martha, honey, Xena is a mistress, she's ... " "You
mean like a hooker, Jonathan," Martha asked. "No, honey," Jonathan said,
"She's a mistress, like a dominatrix. She has subordinates that worship her
and do what she asks." Martha turned to me and said, "What does that have to
do with Jonathan and me? What do you want?" I looked back at Jonathan and said
to him, "Tell her about your fantasy, Jonathan." "Well, I like women with
muscles," he said it so softly that you could barely hear him. Martha looked
from her husband to me and then back to her husband. "What? Since when? So you
invited this, this, mistress to our room?"

"Well not exactly, honey, I was on the beach and saw Xena, and, well, I ... "
he said, but I cut him off with a raised hand. "Please, let me help you out
here, Jonathan," and I turned to his wife. "What your wimpy husband is trying
to get out is that he saw me on the beach and wanted to make love to my
muscles," I said. "Make love to your muscles?" Martha asked, "How, why?" "The
how is simple," I said, "he masturbated while I showed him my muscles, well,
while I showed him my massive clit to be precise, as to the why, that's
obvious," and I flexed my bicep, "he loves muscular women."

"He masturbated, at the beach? You seduced my husband, you bitch," she said. I
smiled and said, "Now Martha, let's not call people names," and I reached out
with both hands and ripped open her pajama top sending buttons flying. She
tried to pull away but I held her top and pulled her to me.

Martha was petite. Perhaps five foot tall and trim, her small breast didn't
sag and in some aspects, she was attractive in a mousey sort of way, I
thought.

Looking over my shoulder I said to Jonathan, "Take my top off, boy." He untied
the string top and it fell to the floor. Martha looked down at my bare breast
and said, "What are you going to do?" "I'm going to show you what a muscle
goddess does," I said, "what I'm capable of, and before I walk out of this
room, you are going to beg me not to go." I drew her to my chest, enjoying the
feel of her breast against my body.

I put a hand on her butt and brought her pelvis against mine. I began to feel
the all too familiar feeling of an erection beginning. I willed myself to go
slow. I moved my hand from her butt to the waistband of her pajama bottom and
pulled them down. She struggled, but I held her fast to my body enjoying the
sensation. "Hmm," I said, "you have a nice body, Martha. Not strong or
muscular, but nice." She looked up into my eyes and I saw fear. 'Good', I
thought, 'she'll be mine before long.'

I kissed her lips and parted them with my tongue, exploring her mouth. She
pounded my back with both fists, but I barely felt the blows. When I broke the
kiss I said, "I like your spirit, Martha, I really do, but resisting me will
only be worse." The fear was still in her eyes, but she no longer had her
fists clenched. I placed her hands on my breasts and said, "Feel how hard my
nipples are, Martha, they're like marbles. Go ahead, squeeze them." She did,
rolling my nipples between her fingers.

I let my hand slide down her torso until I cupped her pussy. With my index
finger, I touched her clit and she shuddered involuntarily. Slowly I worked my
digit into her and her breathing became more rapid. With my free hand I moved
my bikini bottom to one side allowing my erection to escape. I pushed her down
on the bed and replaced my finger with my clit, barely breaking the rhythm of
our union.

Martha's panting became moans of desire. I glanced to my left and Jonathan was
fondling himself, 'how could he not,' I thought. Martha and I climaxed in
unison, me with a gush of cum, soaking the bedding.

We lay there with me atop her for a few minutes while we each caught our
breath. Jonathan was now seated in a wing chair, exhausted. Slowly I got up
and said, "Was that good for you, little mouse?" "Oh, yes, mistress," she
said, "I only hope I pleased you. Do you really have to go?" 'Not exactly
begging,' I thought, 'but now she was mine.' "Yes," I said, bending to pick up
my top, being sure that Martha caught a nice final look at my butt, "but
perhaps our paths will cross again." I slipped my cover up on and stuffed my
bikini top into my tote bag.

"Jonathan," I said, "Be nice to Martha." "Yes, mistress," he said, "I will."

I knew he would. I turned and left, walking back to my hotel. Jack and I still
had a cruise to look forward to and if this was a preview of how the rest of
the vacation was going to go, it was going to be 'smooth sailing, all the way'
I thought, and laughed at my own pun.

Too be continued ...