Donna
By Rambler
The beautiful bodybuilder flexes and armwrestles with Larry

           My hobby is old cars. I have an old car that I take to shows, and I am a member of several
old car clubs. On occassion, I have purchased old cars for the purpose of fixing them up and 
selling them, hopefully for a little profit. I had recently purchased an old Rambler from an estate
sale. It needed lots of mechanical work. I had it trailered home, did all of the necessary repairs 
and put it up for sale. Many people were interested in it, but no one would come up with the 
money to buy it. I think that the main reason it hadn't sold was that most everyone who looked at 
it was looking for a daily driver. This car was too nice to be a driver. It was just a" Plain Jane" 
four door sedan, but it was solid as a rock and had virtually no rust. The only thing left to do was 
to get it inspected. I had been an auto mechanic for many years, had changed careers, but still had 
connections in the car repair business.

          One Friday afternoon I took my Rambler over to my friend Bob who had his own repair 
shop.  I had trained Bob many years ago, and because of this, he knew that when I brought a car 
in for inspection, it was just a matter of doing the paperwork and putting the sticker on the car.
I was ten years older than Bob, but  until a few years ago when my hair started to turn grey and 
the skin beneath my chin started to sag, we looked the same age. It was a little joke that he used 
to play on all of his customers and friends whenever I went to visit him at his shop. He would 
start by saying, "This is my friend Larry. Guess how old he is."

          When I arrived at Bob's, I parked the car and strode into the shop. I greeted John and Lou, 
the two mechanics he had working for him, and asked, " Where's Bob?"
"He's in the office." answered John. I walked through the small waiting room and made a right 
turn into Bob's office. His office was shaped in a triangle. Along the back wall was a couch.
On the adjacent wall was another couch, Bob's desk, and a book case with all of his current 
automotive literature in it. The third wall had some filing cabinets, a safe, and a small desk for
writing inspection stickers.
"Kid!", he greeted me. "How are ya?!"
"Fine", I answered. "How're you doing?", I asked.
"Good, good. Can't complain. Business has been decent. How's the wife and kid?", he asked.
"They're just fine! Jenny's getting all A's in school and doing well with her gymnastics.", I 
returned.
"How old is Jenny now?", asked Bob.
"She'll be thirteen in August and getting ready to be a teenager!", I exclaimed.
"Hard to believe," said Bob. "Is she still small?", he asked.
"Yeah, 65 pounds soaking wet! But she's a beautiful kid. Best thing that ever happened to us!", I
said, emphatically.
It was then that I noticed a woman sitting on the sofa  in the dimly lit far corner of the office. She 
appeared to be in her mid to late twenties, and had shoulder length black hair. She was paging 
through a magazine as Bob and I spoke.
"Oh, Larry," continued Bob, "this is my friend Donna. Donna, this is my friend Larry."
"Hi," she said. "Hello," I answered quietly. I looked in her eyes. As she stared at me her jet 
black eyes  penetrated right through me. It was a nice sensation. I liked girls with dark eyes. 
"Donna," Bob continued, "guess how old Larry is?" 
"Oh no, here we go again!". I thought. "Bob, that doesn't work anymore!", I said wryly. "It used 
to ten years ago, but since I turned fifty, my hair turned grey and my chin is now a bit flabby." I
explained. "But thanks anyway, Bob", I said. " I can tell you that I sure don't fell my age." I said.
"Aw, gee Larr, you spoiled the whole thing!", said Bob. "I like to see people's reaction when I 
tell them you're ten years older than me. We used to do this all the time, Donna." he continued. 
"Can't tell you how many people we fooled. Larry trained me when I first got into this business."
"Yeah," I said. "So if he messes up your car you can blame me!", I said with a note of sarcasm.
" Oh, I wouldn't do that." she said shyly. Her jet black eyes were focused on mine, and I felt a 
warm sensation.
"Hey , kid," Bob said to me, "I started working out again at the gym. That's where I met Donna. 
Would you believe she's a bodybuilder?" he asked. "Show him, Donna!"
With that, she stood up, lifted up her left arm in a bicep pose, slid the sleeve of her tee shirt up to 
her shoulder with her right hand and flexed her left bicep. It was huge! 
"Oh my God!", I muttered.     
 I felt a shock sweep through my body. My face was flush, and I could feel my ears turning beet 
red. My heart was pounding like crazy!
"Oh-oh...", I stammered. My voice cracked as I spoke. I was obviously embarassed. "V -Very 
nice", was the only thing that came out of my mouth. I was at a total loss for words. I'm sure that 
my mouth dropped to the floor. I stared for what seemed an eternity. 
"Larry, bring that old Rambler into the second bay!" It was John, peeking around the office door. 
He was ready to put the sticker on my car. "I..I..I'll be right there.", I stuttered. I turned and 
quickly walked out of the office and to my car. My brain was doing flip-flops. I had never seen 
anyone like her  before. As I moved the car into the bay I could feel my body shaking all over. I 
took a deep breath. It seemed to help a bit. I gave John the information he needed to write the 
sticker, and as he went back to the office I stayed with the car. I finally composed myself enough 
that I thought I could think straight. "Whew!", I thought. "What in the world came over me? My 
God, I don't believe what I just saw!" All I could think of is that she was awesome!
Just then Bob came into the shop. He had this mischievous grin all over his face.
"What did you think of that?", he asked. "Ever see anyone like her before?"
"N-no. Not really!", I stuttered. "I don't believe what I just saw. She's unbelievable! Nothing 
like being embarassed in front of your friends!", I answered.
"Boy, Larry," said Bob. "I've known you a long time, but I've never seen you react like that 
before!" He was right, of course.  And  quite surprised. "You okay?", he asked.
"Yeah, but it was a real shocker!", I said. I was starting to feel more at ease. But I could still feel 
my ears burning and my heart pounding, although not as hard as before.
He turned to the car next to mine, a white Cadillac Eldorado. "It's Donna's." he said. "Needs 
front rotors and pads for inspection. She let the pads cut into the rotors and wiped them out." he 
said.
"I have to give her a price on the job."
Donna was now standing in the doorway to the waiting room. I was able to get a better look at 
her. As my heart started hammering away, I noticed that she was wearing a tee shirt with sleeves 
cut down to her elbows, hiding her huge biceps. But her forearms were noticably thick. She had 
on a pair of loose fitting black jeans and white sneakers. Her thighs fit tightly against the upper 
portion of her jeans, and her calf muscles strained against the lower part. But she was definitely 
feminine, with a pleasing smile, shiny black hair, and those gorgeous black eyes.  When her eyes 
met mine, I felt a jolt go through my body again. Bob was standing at the front wheel of her car 
and called her to come and take a look at the damage. As she passed by me she smiled at me, as 
if she knew what was happening to me. I was totally mesmerized by this creature!
"You're gonna need new front rotors and pads.", he explained. "When they started making noise 
you should have brought it to me. Probably could have saved the rotors. Let's go back to my 
office, and I'll figure out what it'll cost."
As they went back inside Bob motioned to me to follow him. I wasn't sure if I should, but I 
decided that I really wanted to, no matter what.
Once inside, Bob explained to her how much it would cost to fix her car.
"But," he added, "if you pay me cash I'll knock fifteen percent off the job." 
"Great!", she said. "Can you finish it today?"
"Oh, I think we can have you on the road this afternoon.", he mused. "Sure, for you, anything,
Donna! Right kid?", He turned to me. I was beet red again. "Anything you say, Bob." I 
answered, my voice cracking again. Bob and Donna looked at each other. They were having 
some fun with my embarassment, and there wasn't anything I could do about it except go along 
with it. I took a deep breath and smiled wryly at both of them. And I think we all knew what was 
happenning.
"I have to go to the Caddy dealer to get the parts. Do you guys want to come with?", he asked.
"Okay with me." answered Donna. 
"C'mon, kid. Let's go for a ride.", said Bob, directing his remark to me. "It'll do you good!"
We stepped into Bob's truck. Donna was in the middle, with Bob and I on either side of her.
As we drove Bob made some small talk with us. He told her how we used to work together many 
years ago, and that I always used to help him when he got in a jam. I answered quietly and shyly.
As we drove I looked down at Donna's forearm, which was right now right next to mine. It was 
at least half again as big as mine, and I could feel the warmth coming from it as it almost touched 
mine. She smiled at me. She had a look in her eyes as if she knew exactly what kind of effect 
she was having on me.
When we arrived at the car dealer, Bob went in to get the parts. And there I was, all alone with 
her. I tried to think of something witty to say, but I couldn't.
 She turned to me and said, "Larry, I'm sorry if I embarassed you back at the shop. I didn't mean 
any harm. It was Bob's idea. We did this to a couple of his other friends, and they laughed. We 
thought you'd do the same thing. Are you okay?", she asked. Her arm gently touched mine. I was 
on fire now, but decided to start acting like a man.
"Sure!", I said, nervously. "I've never met a lady bodybuilder before. I've seen them on TV, but 
never in person. As I'm sure you can see, I think you're awesome. I'm sure you've worked 
really hard to look this way, and  I'm sure you're proud of yourself."
"It is a lot of work.", she answered. "The dieting is the worst part, watching everyone else eat 
whatever they want while you can only eat certain things, most of them tasteless!"
I was starting to feel a little more at ease with this lady. The conversation flowed easier now 
between us. Bob came back with the parts, and we were on our way back to the shop.
Back at the shop, I realized that Bob would need some help with her car if he was to finish it at a 
reasonable hour. With his instructions and tools, I did the left side brakes and he did the right.
We were finished in less than an hour.
"Remember, Donna", Bob said sarcasticly, "Larry did the left side and I did the right. If anything 
goes wrong on the left, call HIM, not me!"
"Remember, Bob, I used your tools!", I joked.
When we brought the car down on the ground Bob said, "Take it for a road test, kid. Make sure it 
stops good. Donna, you go with him. He doesn't get to drive a nice car like yours very often, just 
those old junky Ramblers. Make sure he doesn't get out of hand!"
Donna slid in the passenger seat and I backed the car out into the street. She slid over and sat 
about a foot away from me. I looked at her, and she smiled back at me. She knew what she was 
doing to my brain. I eased the car down the street and gently applied the brakes. It slowed to a 
stop, straight as an arrow.
"Looks okay to me.", I said. "Try not to make any hard stops for the next couple of hundred 
miles.", I told her. "The new brake pads and rotors have to seat to each other. I know it's 
difficult, but do the best you can.", I said, trying to sound like an expert.
"I'll do the best I can.", she answered. I had to drive her to the bank so she could withdraw the 
money to pay for the job. On the way, I asked her how she got into bodybuilding. She explained 
that she started out as a gymnast, but when they had to do conditioning and lifting weights, she 
liked it better than gymnastics.
"I saw results right away." she said. " My muscles began to grow. I felt better and stronger. 
That's the thing I really like.", she said. "Being strong. It's great when you know that you have 
all of this power in your body. Gives you a real feeling of confidence. If more people did it, they 
would feel a lot better about themselves." She was philosophical, too! She paused.
"Would you like me to pose for you sometime?", she asked. My heart was racing again.
"W-what do you mean?", I asked, nervously..
"Well," she continued, "it would be sort of like what you had told me you saw on TV. I'll pose 
and flex each muscle and tell you what it is. Do you think you would like that?" she asked.
 Would I?! She didn't have to ask twice.
"Sure!" Again, I was stammering. "I-I'd love it!", I confessed. I was like putty in her hands, and 
she knew it.
"Great!", she said. "How about tomorrow night?" she asked. I was speechless!
"W-w-well, let me see what I can do to make it." I stuttered. She handed me a business card.
"Call me anytime tomorrow. If I'm not there, leave a message on my answer machine, and I'll 
get back to you." she said. I didn't believe what I just did. This might be interesting! She sure 
was an awesome lady!
When we got back to the shop, Bob wouldn't take any money for the inspection. 
"You did me a big favor.", he said. "We're even. Thanks, Larr!" Little did we both know how 
big a favor he did for me. As Donna drove away, she gave me a wave and a wink. I was 
positively melting!  As I drove home I calmed myself down. You bet I was going to call Donna 
tomorrow!

The next day I called Donna. Her answering machine picked up my call, and I heard her 
message.
"Hi! This is Donna. I'm not here to answer your call, but if you'll leave a message and your 
phone number, I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
At the beep I said, "Hi, Donna. This is Larry, the guy who helped fix your brakes yesterday. I'm 
calling about tonight. Please call me back at 343-1482. Thank you."
Ten minutes later the phone rang. It was Donna.
"Would you still like me to see you tonight?", I asked, in my most polite tone.
"Sure!", she said, emphatically. "What time can you get here?", she asked.
"Almost anytime.", I replied. "Whatever is convenient for you.", I finished.
"You could come for dinner if you'd like.", she responded. I was surprised. She was inviting me 
to dinner. We hardly knew each other.
"Okay, but I'm a finnicky eater.", I said. "I'm on a low fat, low cholesterol diet."
"What do you think I'm on, silly!", she answered. "If I ate what I really wanted to you'd never 
see any of these muscles! I'm baking some flounder with a plain baked potato. How's that sound 
to you?"
"Great!", I answered. "Flounder is one of my favorite dishes, believe it or not."
"I'll make a vegetable, too." , she said. "What would you like?"
"What do you have?", I asked.
"Let me see what's in the freezer. I have cauliflower, broccolli, and brussel sprouts.", she 
continued.
"What's your favorite?" I asked.
"Brussel sprouts!" she answered.
"Sounds good to me!" I answered. I couldn't believe this girl actually LIKED brussel sprouts!
"Do you want me to bring anything?", I asked.
"Let me think," she said. "How about some wine?"
"Okay, but I'm not an expert." I said. "If you can tell me what to get I'll pick it up."
"Get a white Zinfandel." she answered. "It goes very well with fish."
"Good enough." I said. "Is 5:30 okay?"
"Fine!" she answered.
"I'll see you then!" I replied.
After I hung up I ran right out to the local liquor store, bought a bottle of wine and put it in the 
back of my refrigerator when I came home. Hopefully, nobody would see it back there.
My family came home and announced that they would be going shopping at the mall that 
evening. They were leaving at 4:30. It would give me just enough time to get cleaned up for my 
"date." Donna had previously given me directions to her place. It wasn't far from Bob's shop. On 
the way I spied a flower vendor on a street corner. A bunch of red roses just might make a nice 
first impression.
I found the apartment complex and her building, parked my car and walked over to the entrance, 
wine and flowers in hand. I found the button marked "D. Roberts" and rang the bell. Almost 
instantly the speaker phone beeped and a voice said,"That you, Larr?"
"Yes, ma'am!", I said politely.
"Be right down.", she answered.
I heard her steps on the stairway, and seconds later she opened the door. She was wearing a tee 
shirt and jeans. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up, just covering her massive shoulders, and 
just revealing her large biceps. The shirt was tied at the waist, and I could see part of her flat, 
well muscled stomach. As she held the door open for me with her right arm, her bicep flexed and 
the vein stood out strongly. The sight of her made my manhood stiffen, and a hot flash ran 
through my body.
"Hi!" she said, sounding excited.
"This is for you." I said, handing her the bottle of wine.
"And these, too." And I handed her the flowers.
"Ahh, that's nice!" she said. She smelled the flowers and gave me a big smile.
"Come on up!" she said. She turned and started up the stairway. As she climbed the stairs her 
nicely shaped derriere swayed gently. With each step I could see her large calf muscles straining 
against her jeans. I was in total awe of her presence.
As we entered her apartment, she stood with her back to me. I eyed her up and down, noticing 
that her waist was not quite as small as it looked. But it looked small because of the width of her 
huge shoulders. Her back formed a wide "V" between her shoulders and waist.
I took a quick look around her apartment. It was neat and nicely furnished. The kitchen and 
eating area were together, adjacent to the living room. I noticed two bedrooms off to one side. I 
also smelled the aroma of the food cooking. It was mouth-watering.
"Mmmm! Something smells good!" I said, licking my lips. She turned and stared at me with 
those big, dark eyes. I could see she was just as tall as my 5'5" frame. But I could also see she 
was broader than me, especially in the shoulders. I figured she outweighed my 145 lbs. By about 
20. And it appeard to be all solid muscle. My heart was pounding!
"Everything's just about done." she announced. She picked up two glasses. "Why don't you 
pour us some wine while we're waiting.", she suggested. She handed me a corkscrew, and I 
popped open the wine bottle. I filled each glass about half-way up.
"A toast to a delicious dinner!" I proclaimed. We touched glasses and each took a sip. 
"Very good!" she said. "You really know how to pick a good wine, Larry.", she joked. 
"Uh-I must admit I had a little help.", I confessed. "Just a little!" We both laughed and winked at 
each other. I think she knew that I was a bit nervous, although she couldn't have imagined just 
how nervous I was.
I helped her set the table and get the food ready to eat. She appeared to be surprised when I was 
able to make the table settings properly, placing each utensil where it belonged.
"You're very domesticated!" she proclaimed.
"I've had lots of experience." I said, pointing to my grey hair. "They tell me that someday I'll 
make some girl a wonderful wife!" I joked.
"I didn't mean it that way!" she said, embarrassed.
"Oh no. It's okay. It was meant to be a joke!" I said. "Nothing phases me anymore. Well", I 
confessed, eyeing her up and down. "Almost nothing."
She smiled, winked at me with those gorgeous eyes, and I winked back.
All the while, as we talked, I would sneak glances at her lovely frame, as it moved from one task 
to another. I was in awe of her large biceps as they would flex and contract whenever she picked 
up something. When she picked up a heavy object they would flex almost completely, and the 
vein on top would grow to the size of a large worm. I could also see her large upper chest 
muscles straining against her tee shirt whenever she lifted something, and the muscles that ran 
between her neck and massive shoulders would also strain against her shirt. I was completely 
fascinated by her. Any simple movement she made was a thrill to me, as I watched her muscles 
flex and retract.
After dinner, which I must admit was quite delicious, I helped her clean up, watching her body 
move eloquently. She was absolutely charming. We then retired to the sofa to sip a glass of wine.
"Are you ready?", she asked, coyly.
"For what?", I stammered.
"For my posing. Did you forget or something?" she questioned.
"Well, no," I answered, "but you might say I've had a few distractions! Sorry about that. It's 
what happens when you get old!" I kidded.
"Oh, come on, Larr," she said. "I know you're only ten years older than Bob. That would make 
you 38, right?" she kidded again.
"If you say so!" I exclaimed.
She got up and went into one of the bedrooms. A few minutes later I heard some loud clanging 
coming from the room.
"Are you all right in there?" I asked.
"Yes" she answered. "I'm just pumpimg up."
"What's that?" I asked.
"You'll see!" she said, coyly.
The noise continued for another few minutes. 
"I'm ready!" she announced. "Are you?"
"Ready as I'll ever be, I hope!" I replied.
She flung open the door and glided over to me. She stood right in front of me in a white robe and 
a pair of black high heels. My heart started racing, and I was shaking all over.
"What I'm going to do is this," she started. "When I show you a muscle or a group of muscles, 
I'll tell you what they're called and maybe what exercises I do to strengthen them and make them 
bigger". 
She turned her back to me, and slowly and deliberately lowered the robe to her waist. She was 
wearing a white halter top tied behind her neck and in the middle of her back,  which revealed 
massive, muscular shoulders. 
I gasped. "Oh, my God!", I muttered. Her back was very wide at the top, with muscles bulging 
out all over, and it tapered down in a very wide "V" to her waist.
She then let the robe drop to the floor. She had on a pair of cutoffs, slit up both sides. Her 
beautifully shaped derriere stuck out from the bottom of her shorts about three inches. From 
there, massive thighs flowed down to her knees, her muscles bulging out of the sides of her 
thighs. Below her knees her calves stuck out like two large, hard rocks. She stood there with her 
calves just touching. They were so huge that there must have been six inches between her knees. 
I gasped again. "Oh, my God!" I muttered again.
She put her hands on her hips and flexed her back. Two huge muscles popped out from below 
each of her massive shoulders.
"This", she started, "is a lats spread." They each stuck out about three inches. But I wasn't 
listening. Her back flexed and rippled with massive, solid muscle from top to bottom, side to 
side. She continued to explain about each muscle, but I couldn't listen. I was too entranced by 
what I was seeing. She lifted her arms up and flexed her biceps. They stuck out like two huge 
canteloupes. Muscles rippled, flexed, and striated all up and down her upper back, shoulders,  
and arms as she  explained what each muscle was. My manhood was totally erect, straining 
against my shorts. Awesome! Beautiful! That was the only thing I could think of as she went 
through her display of massive female muscularity.
She turned sideways, dropped right arm to her waist, and flexed her bicep and chest.
"Side chest," she continued. My mind was a blur. Her bicep bulged out again, and the muscles at 
the very top of her chest bulged out. There were large ripples running across her chest, and a very 
deep cavity right down the middle. Her chest muscles dwafed her small but nicely shaped 
breasts. She straightened both arms out in front of her. 
"These are my triceps," she continued. Large, striated muscles bulged out of the lower part of 
her arms. Awesome! Beautiful! They kept running in my mind. She flexed her chest even more. I
didn't think it was possible, but it looked like it was ready to pop right out of her skin!
She turned and faced me directly. She stared in my eyes, and I could tell she knew exactly what 
was going through my mind. I'm sure she had seen the same reaction many times.
She raised both arms and flexed her biceps again. 
"Oh, my God!" I stammered, my voice cracking.
Her biceps danced about, silently playing the most beautiful melody I'd ever heard. She put her 
hands behind her neck, her biceps continuing to flex mightily. She flexed her stomach muscles.
"These are called abdominals," she continued.
"Oh, my God!" I muttered. I didn't realize it, but I must have sounded like a broken record.
Her stomach muscles flexed. They were striated and looked as hard as diamond plate. They 
probably were.
Standing in front of me in her high heels, her thighs bulged out like two large tree trunks. When 
she stood completely on her toes, they popped out even more. The lower muscle on each thigh 
was so huge that it nearly covered her knee. 
"Oh, my God!" I said again. "What power!" I thought.
As she stood on her toes, her calves were flexed mightily. She turned around. There was a line 
separating each side of her calves. It was very deep, and almost looked like cleavage. They were 
hard as rocks.
She turned around and faced me. She clasped her hands in front of her muscular stomach and 
clenched them together. Her whole upper body flexed magnificently, revealing the massiveness 
of her upper arms, forearms, chest, and especially her shoulders. They appeared almost as large 
as her head! Sweat dotted my forehead. I looked at her face, and she was smiling sweetly at me, 
and her eyes penetrated mine. It was like a lightening bolt.
She turned sideways and lifted one leg backwards off the floor. She began to flex the back of her 
thigh, I vaguely heard her call it a hamstring. It protruded almost three inches everytime she 
flexed it. 
She turned and faced me again. She grabbed her arms at her elbows, bent over a bit, and again 
flexed her entire upper body. It had the same effect as before, muscles flexing all over, except 
this time the large mass of muscle between her neck and shoulders stood out wildly. 
"Oh, my God!" I continued to mutter. She was a symphony of beautiful powerful muscle. They 
were huge, massive, gigantic. No, words couldn't decribe it. I thought for an instant that I had 
died and gone to Heaven, and she was the first angel I met. And then it was over.                         
She relaxed. I was sweating and trembling. She picked up her robe, handed it to me, and 
motioned for me to put it around her as she turned her back to me. I stood up and 
nervously draped it over her huge shoulders. In her heels she as about three inches taller than me, 
and I felt completely engulfed in her presence. She was a Goddess to me.
She turned, sat down and motioned for me to do the same.
"Well," she asked, "did you enjoy that?"
Still trying to compose myself, I managed  to answer, "That was fantastic!"
"How many times do you think you said `Oh, my God!'" she asked. I was totally embarrassed, 
and blushed furiously.
"Don't worry, Larry. I wasn't counting." she answered her own question. "Now you just relax.
I still have some more things I want to show you."
She got up, went into the kitchen and poured me a small glass of wine.
"Here," she said, handing me the glass, "this should calm you down a bit."
She sat down and crossed her legs. Her thighs were so big that her knees wouldn't touch. And, 
still in her heels, her calf muscles jutted out beautifully.
"W-what else are you going to do?" I said. I was still trembling, but the wine was starting to take 
effect.
"How would you like to measure me?" she asked, with a haughtiness in her voice.
"Measure you? What do you mean?" I asked.
"You know, measure me." she continued. "Like 36-24-36 measurements. Know what I mean?"
"Oh, those measurements!" I replied. "Donna, I KNOW you're not 36-24-36! Not even close!"
"Well, wouldn't you just like to find out?" she said, almost in a whisper.
"Okay. But how do we do this?" I asked.
"You'll see." she replied. With that she got up and went into the kitchen. I heard a drawer open 
and close, and she returned holding a cloth tape measure in her hand. As she approached me she 
removed her robe and tossed it aside. She stood in front of me again in all of her muscularity. I 
could feel the same sensations running through my body.
"First," she began, "we'll start with the chest. Stand up, Larry!" It was like a command, and I 
obeyed immediately.
"You're first!" she said. "Lift up your arms!" she ordered. I lifted up my arms and she wrapped 
the tape around my chest.
"I thought we were measuring you." I protested.
"We will" she said, "but let's do a little comparision here. Let's see how we measure up to each 
other."
"This is crazy!" I joked. "You know I can't measure up to you, Donna!"
"Thirty nine inches. Not too bad." The back of her hand was touching my chest, and I could feel 
a hot flash race through my body. "Now, flex your chest!" she ordered. 
"I don't know how.", I answered.
"Just breath in and flex it." she said, "Like this!", and she flexed her chest. It expanded 
tremendously,  the striations ran across it and there was a deep line right down the middle. 
"Oh, my God!", I said.
"Not that again, Larry! Come on, flex!", she again ordered.
I sucked in and did what I thought would be called flexing.
"Forty one inches. Pretty good, Larr!" she complimented. I felt a little more at ease.
"Now it's Donna's turn.", she said. "We don't need these!" And she kicked off her high heels. 
We were standing eye to eye, and I felt a little less intimidated. She raised her big arms above her 
head and motioned for me to put the tape around her. I started to tremble slightly. When I pulled 
the tape around to the front, she grasped my hands and put them right between her breasts. I 
could feel the heat radiating from her body. I nervously tried to read the tape. She steadied my 
hands with hers. Her grip was very firm.
"F-forty three inches!", I blurted out. "Wow!" 
"Okay, I'm going to flex." she said, and looseened her grip. She flexed mightily, and I watched 
as the tape slowly moved past forty eight inches and stop at forty nine.
"Geez!!", I exclaimed. "You're - I mean, that's unbelieveable, Donna!"
She tilted her head and smiled, and she knew exactly how I felt. I started to tremble slightly, and 
she steadied my hands again with her firm grip.
"Let's check your waist." she continued. She wrapped the tape around my waist and pulled it 
tightly in front of me.
"Thirty seven inches. Gee, you've got a little belly there, Larry!" she said, jokingly as she 
tapped the back of her hand on it. "But you're not too bad. I've seen a lot worse, believe me!" I'll 
bet she did!
She motioned for me to put the tape around her. Our faces almost touched, and I could smell the 
faint odor of her perfume. It was intoxicating! My manhood was still hard, straining against my 
shorts. She pulled my hands tight to her waist. Her stomach muscles were hard as rocks! Just as I 
had imagined.
"What's it read, Larr?", she asked. I looked down as she steadied my hands.
"Twenty seven inches!" I announced. 
"D'you like that?" she whispered right into my face. My manhood went totally erect!
"Beautiful!" I whispered nervously.
"Thought you would." she whispered again.
"Now, how about those hips!" she said. She took the tape, and squatted with one knee down.
She was looking directly at my crotch. She could see the bulge and looked up into my eyes and 
smiled. She wrapped it around me and her hands came to the front,  resting directly on my 
crotch! I jumped. She looked in my eyes  again, and raised her eyebrows. I knew she could feel 
my member.
"Hmm! Thirty nine inches." she said. "Gee. You're 39-37-39. Larry, you're not very shapely!, 
she joked. "But at least your middle number is smaller than the other two. Not too bad, Larry. 
Not too bad."      
I should have been really embarrassed, but for some reason I wasn't. Even though I was in total  
awe of this lady, she was making me feel very much at ease. But my heart was still pounding!
She stood up. We were again face to face.
"Here. Larry", she said. "Put this around me."
I knelt down, and wrapped the tape around her hips. My hands stopped in front of her, lightly 
touching her crotch. I looked up at her and she was smiling coyly at me.
"Well?", she asked.
"Oh! Uh-thirty nine inches." I replied.
"Same as you, Larr!", she said. I stood up.
"Okay, Larry," she began. What are my measurements?" I was at a total loss. I didn't remember 
anything.
"Let's see", I began. "I think you were uh-um--help me, Donna!"
"Can't remember, huh?", she asked. " Well, how does 43-27-39 sound to you?"
"43-27-39? Wow!" I exclaimed. "You're certainly not 36-24-36, are you? Oh, my God!"
"Another `Oh my God'. Is that in the script?" she laughed. She took both my hands and held 
them tightly. They were nice and warm.
"Okay.", she said. "Let's continue!" She sounded like a school teacher.
 "Continue?", I asked. "What more do we have to measure?"
"Oh! There's a few more things. That is, if you want to." she said.
"Sure!", I said. "What's next?"
"Thighs.", she answered. " Let's see your thighs."
She knelt down and measured my right thigh.
"Twenty inches. You're a little skinny there.", she said. "Now measure Donna."
I measured her right thigh.
"Twenty eight inches?!" I exclaimed. "My god! Your thighs are bigger than your waist!" I could 
just picture my head being squeezed between them. In about five seconds I'd be dead!
"Just beautiful!" I exclaimed again.
She just smiled.
"Calves. Let me measure your calves." she said. Remembering the massive size and beautiful 
shape of her calves I said to her, "Donna, you don't really expect me to be able to compete with 
your huge calves, do you?"
"Aw, come on, just measure!" she said. And she smiled broadly.
She grabbed the tape, knelt down and measured my right calf.
"Hmm! Fifteen inches! Hey! Pretty good, Larry! Have you been working out?" she asked.
"You're joking, of course." I said.
"No." she said. "They're pretty big!".
"But not as big as yours!", I followed.
"Let's see." she answered.
I wrapped the tape around her right calf. She flexed it, and when I touched it, it felt hard as a 
rock!
"Nineteen inches!!" I exclaimed. "Oh, my God, Donna!" I blurted out again.
"I thought we were done with the `Oh my God's', Larry!" she said. She smiled again and patted 
me on the head. "You're really cute, you know that?" she said.
"I can't help it, Donna!" I said. "It just comes right out! But try too look at it from my situation. 
I think you ARE totally awesome. I've never seen anyone like you! Try to understand what I'm 
going through here. Okay? Please?" I sounded like I was almost begging her.   
"Okay! Okay! I understand." she said quietly. "But I've never seen anyone react to me the way 
you have, though. It's a nice feeling."
"Just one more measurement, Larr," she continued in a normal voice. "And that's the bicep!"
"Oohh!!" I groaned. "Here we go again!"
She wrapped the tape around my right arm.
"Flex it!" she  ordered. I flexed as hard as I could, knowing all along that those huge arms of 
hers dwarfed mine.
"Thirteen inches." she announced, matter of factly.
"Here." she said, handing me the tape." Measure this."
She flexed her arms mightily, and her bicep popped straight up. I wrapped the tape around it. It 
was like steel! And it was huge! I gasped when I read the tape.
"Nineteen and a quarter inches!" I was sweating again. 
"Feel it!" she said softly. "Touch it!" I put my hand on top of it, and felt its massiveness, and 
its roundness. It was hot to the touch! It was a fantastic sensation! A lovely woman with these 
hot, huge biceps. I was completely turned on! She flexed the left one.
"This one, too!" she whispered. Now I was touching both of them They were amazing. 
"Oh, my God!" I gasped.
She laughed. And I laughed. I had said it again. We look at each other and laughed again. 
"It IS funny!" I said to her. "Isn't it!"
"It IS!" she answered. "It REALLY is! And so are you!"  
We sat down on the sofa and looked at each other, just staring.
"Well?" she said, after a while.
"Well, what?" I asked.
"Now that you've seen my muscles, wouldn't you like to know how much I can lift?" she asked.
"You could probably lift anything you want to.", I said. "But, yes, I'd like to know how much 
you can lift"
"Follow me!" she said. And she stood up, grabbed my hand, and led me into one of the 
bedrooms. 
It was a complete workout room. There was a weight bench, a treadmill, and some sort of weight 
machine, the kind where you change the weights by moving a pin. She sat down at the weight 
bench.
"Basically" she started, "people want to know how much weight you can curl with your bicep,  
how much you can lift with your legs, and how much you can bench press. With your help, I'll 
demonstrate each one."
"My help?" I asked. "You don't expect me to lift weights, do you?" 
"You'll see." she said. "I think you'll enjoy it." 	
"First is the bicep curl." she said. She took a small weight, grasped it in her right hand and began 
pumping it up and down.
"Now you try it." she said. I just looked at her. "You can do it. Just try it" I took the weight and 
pumped it just like she had demonstrated. I was able to do it, miraculously.
"Ten pounds. Not bad." she said. "Let's add a little more."
"No," I protested. "I don't think I can handle any more than that"
"Sure you can" she said. And she added another ten pounds.
"Pump it." she ordered. I pumped it about four times, but that was it.
"Twenty pounds." she said. "Not bad. Now let's see what Donna can do." She picked up the 
weight and easily pumped it ten times. As I watched in awe, she addedd another twenty pounds 
to it, and, again, easily pumped it ten times.
Then she picked up a larger weight.
"This is eighty pounds." she said. And she easily pumped it ten times. My God, was she strong!
"Let me try some more," she said. She added another twenty pounds to it.  I was amazed as she 
slowly curled it eight times.
"Okay," she said. "Twenty more pounds ought to do it." She added the twenty pounds, and I 
watched, open mouthed, as she slowly curled one hundred and twenty pounds five times. Her 
bicep was bulging and the vein stuck out at the top.
"Oh, my ----" and I caught myself. 
"God?" she finished.
"Thanks!" I said. Again, we both laughed.
She got up and went to the weight machine. 
"Now we'll demonstrate the leg lift." she said.
She made me stand up at the bench, moved some pins around, and placed the bar on my 
shoulders.
"This should be easy for you." she said. "It's only one hundred pounds."
"I can't lift that!" I said. "You trying to kill me, lady?", I joked.
"Okay! Okay! I'll make it seventy five pounds!" she said as she moved the pins around.
"Now bend at the knees, nice and easy." she said. I bent down slowly and raised the weight. I 
did it about three more times, and then I started to shake a little.
"Seventy five." she said, matter of factly. "But you were shaking at the end. Better stop here."
"My turn." she said. She moved the pins around.
"Take a look." she said. "I've just added one hundred pounds. I can't really do this the way I do 
it at the gym. There's not enough weight. This one only goes to five hundred. I can do fourteen 
hundred at the gym."
"WHAT??!!", I exclaimed. "Fourteen hundred? Donna, that's half a car! You do realize that, 
don't you? You mean you can lift half a car?" I was amazed.
"Well, I can't lift the car,", she said, "but I can lift as much as it weighs. Someday, if I figure out 
how to rig it up, maybe I'll try it. But let me show you five hundred pounds." She proceeded 
to pump up and down ten times without breaking a sweat! I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't 
seen it!
Next she went over to the weight bench.
"Now we'll demonstrate the bench press. This where you lift the weight with your upper body.
Some people think this is the truest test of strength. You always hear about how much football 
players can bench press. Let's see just what it is." She certainly sounded knowledgable enough!
She made me lay on the bench, and proceeded to put seventy five pounds on the bar, despite my 
protests. I was able to press it five times before I started to wobble. But she made me try one 
hundred pounds. I was able to do it, but only once.
"That was really good, Larr!", she said. "Good job!" I got up from the bench, and she took my 
place. She then pumped my one hundred pounds ten times, again without even breaking into a 
sweat. She added another one hundred pounds, and managed to do that easily ten times. She 
added eighty pounds more, did it eight times, and took a short break. She shook her arms 
vigorously to loosen up the muscles. Then she added another forty pounds to the bar. She was 
going to attempt three hundred and twenty pounds! I couldn't believe it!
She slowly removed the bar from its stand, and began sucking air vigorously in and out of her lungs.
She lowered the bar to her chest, and began pushing it up. Her muscles flexed wildly, growing 
beyond proportions I had never even dreamed of. She straightened it up, and again lowered it to 
her chest, sucking the air in and out of her lungs. She was going to do it again! She strained and 
again lifted the bar over her head! She lowered it again, sucked in some more air, and proceeded 
to lift it straight up again! Then she slid it back on the stand. She turned and looked at me. I was 
frozen. She had beads of sweat lightly covering her body. She grabbed a towel and flipped it to 
me. Sitting up on the bench, she motioned for me to come over. 
"Wipe me off a little, will you, Larry?" she cooed. Trembling, I took the towel and gently wiped 
her forehead, chest, and arms.  She stood up. Her entire upper body was still flexed, with her 
veins sticking out prominently. She looked fantastic!
She took my hand, and we slowly walked into the living room. As we sat on the sofa, I stared at 
her in disbelief. I couldn't believe anyone was that strong, let alone a woman. But I had seen her 
do it. And it was beautiful! All the while she was smilimg at me, and melting me with her eyes.
"Let's have a little fun." she said. "Let's armwrestle."
"Not on your life!" I exclaimed. "I don't need and broken bones!"
"Come on, Larry. You know I won't hurt you. Besides" she moved closer and whispered, "it 
might be a turn-on!"
"Well, if you promise not to hurt me, okay.", I agreed. She smiled, and she led me to the kitchen 
table. We sat down, facing each other. She took my right hand in hers, and she showed me how 
to hold our left hands together by curling our fingers together.  We put our right hands up on the 
table and clasped them together. She tightened her grip on me, and I winced slightly at the pain.
"We'll go on the count of three." she said. "Ready! One, two, THREE!"
I pushed with all my might. She wasn't moving. I knew I was going to lose. It was just a matter 
of time. I pushed and pushed and pushed, but I couldn't budge her arm.  This went on for nearly 
a whole minute, and I was starting to hurt. I watched her bicep, and it was barely flexed. Then it 
flexed mightily to its full extension, and she slowly and gently eased my arm down to the table.
I looked at her and said in a sarcastic tone, "Did you enjoy that?"
"Yes, and so did you!" she answered. "Let's do it again, on the floor."
"On the floor?" I asked. "How do we do that?"
"I'll show you." she said. She led me to the middle of the living room. We laid down, facing 
each other. Again, we clasped our hands as before.
"Ready?", she said. "One, two, THREE!" Again, I pushed with everything I had. She started to 
bend a little, and I pushed even harder. But several seconds later, I saw her huge bicep begin to 
flex, and she straightened up my arm and again eased it down to the floor. She kept her word by 
not hurting me. It felt wonderful to watch her bicep grow and feel its power as it gently moved 
my arm down in defeat. She was right. It was a turn-on for me.
She got up and walked over to the sofa. I followed and sat down next to her. She yawned and 
stretched, her massive body flexing beautifully. She held my hands.
"Larry, I'm pretty tired, and I have to get up early tomorrow.", she said to me. "Would you mind 
leaving now?", she asked.
"If you're tired," I said, "I guess I'd better leave."
We stood up and she walked me to the door. All the while I watched her magnificent body move. 
We stared into each other's eyes.
"I'd like to see you again.", I said. "Do you think that's possible?", I asked, knowing she knew of 
my marital situation.
"I'd like that." she answered. "But you'll really have to be careful. Why don't you call me when 
you can." Her eyes were sparkling. I had the feeling that she really wanted to see me again. I was
thrilled!
"I will!" I whispered.
"Good night!", she whispered, and she leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. My 
heart raced!
As she closed the door, she whispered, "Call me!"
"I will!" I answered.
And the beautiful night had come to a lovely end. As I drove home, I thought of all of the 
wonderful things we had done that night. I just KNEW I had to see her again!