Curling Experience By Rick Saus Becky curls Rick My interest in women with muscle led me one time to attend a fitness expo in Washington DC. I didn't know exactly what to expect because of the name in itself... "Fitness". I assumed that a lot of the women there would have some muscle, but most would probably be at best at the fitness level and not bodybuilding. Just the same, muscle's muscle... and even a little muscle gets my attention in a heartbeat. I took the underground into town and arrived a little early... I guess I was a little anxious but I didn't want to miss anything and these expos had a lot to offer... one really needs time to see everything... and the time I spent wasn't wasted. I must of looked like a kid in a candy store... I didn't know which booth I wanted to go to... decisions, decisions... but after a little while, a certain blonde beauty in a popular weights manufacturer's booth caught my eye. Caught it... she nearly ripped them out of their sockets! She was a very tall woman... as I found out later, she was 6'2"... and GOD did she have a body! The way she wore her long, blonde hair... the way it shined in the overhead lights and the way it cascaded over her broad, muscular shoulders was in itself very sensuous. Her powerful shoulders had definition that I'd never seen before up... up close anyway. Her neck was very well muscled and the muscles fanned out in a high ridge on both sides until they dropped suddenly where the muscles in her shoulders took up residence. You couldn't cup them in your hands, they were so large... and my only thoughts at the time were "Just how strong IS this woman?" I must of thought too loud, she seemed to almost read my mind as she turned in my direction and looked directly at me... and smiled. I almost melted on the spot... and I definitely froze in my tracks... as though someone had nailed my shoes to the hardwood floor. This woman was in the process of demonstrating the proper posture for doing standing arm curls using an e-z curl bar. I couldn't quite make out the amount of weight she had on it... but there were two large plates and a smaller plate stacked side by side on each end. As she held her gaze at me, she cranked out another 4 or 5 reps before turning her attention back on what she was doing, bent downward and placed the weighted bar on the floor. She then shook out her arms and shoulders and did a couple stretch movements to keep her muscles from tightening up. She then turned her attention my way again... and fired that same smile at me... very intentionally... or at least I hoped it was at me and turned to both sides to see if she might of been looking at someone else behind me instead. I've always accepted the fact that I wasn't exactly the kind of guy most women who were into fitness or bodybuilding seemed to prefer. At 5'10" and only weighing 150lbs, I wasn't exactly a tower of power. Upon finding a couple "chunky" teenage girls standing around me checking out the demonstration, I felt considerably more confident that she was looking directly at me. And at the same time, she concluded her demonstration, took a towel off one of the folding chairs that lined the walls of the booth... wiped the perspiration from her forehead and shoulders... and started walking in my direction. I could feel my knees begin to shake and I hoped it wasn't too obvious. "HI... my name's Becky. Did you like my demonstration?" For some odd reason, instead of panicking and fumbling with my mouth, I felt at ease with her. Her voice was soft and not intimidating in the least, even though standing next to me her height and muscle tone must of made me look like a midget... a skinny midget. "It was great! I can see there's a lot more to lifting weights than just putting your back into it." I said as my composure returned quickly and I was able to carry on a conversation with her easily. "Oh, yes... there's definitely more to lifting weights like the arms curls I was doing than just bullying them. It's very important that you maintain good posture and movement while lifting to keep from injuring yourself... especially when you're handling heavy weights." Becky asserted. I casually catalogued "heavy" as being in the 75 to 100lb range, and Becky replied "75 to 100lbs? I warm up with those weights. For me, 185lbs or so approaches being in the heavy category for me." My mouth dropped open slightly and she chuckled at my expression. "My God... that's 30lbs more than what I weigh!" Becky eyed me a moment and said in a matter-of-fact way "Yup... guess it is." and then followed it up with a big grin. I told her that I couldn't imagine a person being able to curl me, let alone 185lbs. Becky thought for a few seconds and then suggested that I come back in an hour when her participation in the expo is completed and she's free to mill around... and I joyfully agreed. I returned about 10 minutes early to watch Becky finish up on her demonstration... I had to see her muscles move again and gage in my mind what they might be capable of. The past 50 minutes filled my mind with things like "Can she be that strong... to be able to actually curl me like the e-z bar she seemed to handle with little effort?" I kept running that through my mind over and over... and I couldn't bring myself to believing that obviously because I was still asking myself that same question as I was standing there watching her. Becky saw me standing close to where she first saw me an hour ago and gave me an acknowledging wink of her right eye as she continued showing everyone how their posture should look when doing tricep extensions... her left knee and hand on the weight bench as she was crouched over sufficiently to cause her right arm to reach for the sky when she brought the dumbbell back and upwards. I couldn't help notice how prominent her triceps were... every time her arm got straight, her triceps bunched up deeply. And then I couldn't help notice how large the plates were on her dumbbell... and I was again in awe at her awesome show of strength and grace. Upon completing this exercise, Barb put the weight down and told everyone she could field questions now before going. Several people asked her a few questions, but it seemed like forever before she was through. She then excused herself and thanked the audience for being a great group and everyone applauded her until she was well off the stage. She came directly over to me and acknowledged that I had returned... and early. I told her that I had to watch how fluidly she was able to handle weights that I myself would have extreme difficulty with or not be able to lift at all. Becky then told me that she'd been lifting weights for around 8 years now and that for her, she loved the feel of her muscles overcoming the resistance of weights. I jokingly asked her if that was the iron or flesh variety... upon which she gave me a big grin and said "Both... but flesh more so." I almost choked and she again giggled at my sudden surprise and reaction. Becky then asked me to wait while she went and got changed and of course I told her I'd be glued to that spot until she returned. She smiled and darted off towards the dressing area they had set up for the participants behind the stage. She only took 5 minutes and returned... looking radiant as ever in her cut-off jeans and tanktop. This woman was absolutely gorgeous... and I had to shyly check myself to make sure I wasn't drooling. We walked around the expo together for a little bit, checking out the different booths... she was especially wanting to check on some good protein supplements if nothing else, so after checking out 3 or 4 booths, Becky told me we could leave. The whole time I was internally shocked at and in disbelief that this woman even wanted anything to do with me, let alone cruise the expo with me as though we came together... and now she wanted to continue being with me beyond the expo scene. As we were walking out to the parking lot, Becky suggested that we go to her house in Maryland... and it dawned on me that I had my car parked at the Addison Road Metro station, which fortunately was along the way to her place. So we went there, I picked up my car and followed her to her place, which was a nice ranch style home situated on a couple treed acres just inside the Anne Arundel border... nice and private. We pulled onto her gravel driveway and after passing through a thick stand of trees that went for about a quarter mile, we finally came to her house. Becky grabbed her gym bag from the trunk of her car, and we walked hand in hand to her door... she probably saw how nervous I was and to give me some sense of security, she took my hand. Once we were inside her house, she offered me a diet coke and then we went into her spacious living room. We sat on the couch for a little bit... getting to know each other a little better and set the stage for what happened next. Becky asked me if I'd ever known a strong woman... and if muscles turned me off. Of course I immediately retorted that I loved women who had muscles and strength, but that I had little experience with any because of the small numbers I've run into during the course of my life... and that muscles and strength turned me ON, not off!!! This brought that big smile back on Becky's face... she showed a genuine delight in hearing this. She then proceeded to tell me how she in turn has had the same amount of luck in meeting guys who weren't intimidated with her muscles, let alone her strength. I asked her what she meant by intimidate them with her strength, and she then told me "Remember me telling you at the expo that I loved the feel of lifting flesh more so than metal? Well, its... ah... kinda sexual to me... I mean, I get sexually turned on seeing myself lift a guy who's weaker than I am... knowing I'm strong... very strong... stronger than him... capable of lifting weights a lot of guys couldn't handle... do you know what I mean?" I gulped aloud as I nodded concurringly... and in disbelief. All my life I fantasized about meeting a woman who got as sexually excited with flexing her muscles and showing she's stronger than I am in gentle ways by lifting me in all kinds of ways as I would... and here she was... in the flesh... all 6'2" and 180 solid pounds of her! She saw the effect she was having on me and I could see that her breathing increased a little... and so did mine. She suddenly flexed her right bicep for me... hard and fully... her fist only inches from her ear... I noticed her bicep kept her arm from traveling any further... she couldn't touch her ear with her fist if she wanted to... at least not this way anyway. Watching her own bicep flexing, she moved her arm out slightly to allow air to come between her forearm and bicep so that I could get a good look at the definition she had. It was incredible... it was about the size and shape of a softball, only THAT ball was far from being soft! She then reached over and took my hand... and placed it on top of her bicep... and began to run it slowly and softly over it's incredible peak. "How does that feel, Rick? Isn't it incredible? I just love it... the way it moves and bunches up when I make it hard. I'll bet you're wondering how much it measures flexed like this, aren't you? It's 16 1/2"... I've had it up to 18" but I strained my back about 7 months ago and had to lay off working out until I felt better and could handle heavy weights again." My hand was shaking under her gentle touch and direction as it cruised over her soft skin. Becky told me "Relax... it's ok... I'm loving this as much as you are." I told her that the only reason my hand was shaking so much was because I was getting extremely turned on by this. Becky looked at me with soft, understanding eyes... and it dawned on her to go to the next phase of our enjoyment. Without a word, Becky brought her arm down and stood up slowly... turned, and placed her hands on her hips. "Would you like to see how strong they are?" By this time, I could hardly speak. I just nodded my head wantingly and she took it from there. With a graceful move, Becky leaned down towards me, took my hands in hers and helped me up off the couch. As soon as I stood up, Becky reached between my legs with one hand and placed her other hand on the side of my chest in my armpit... and muttered "This is the right posture for lifting a person." And with that, she bent down at the knees keeping her back straight, locked her arms and began to stand up again, lifting me off the floor in one smooth movement. As she stood there holding me horizontally at chest level, Becky tested my weight by juggling me a little in her hands... and commented "You're really light compared to what I'm use to handling... I could hold you like this all day! And do this too!" The next thing I knew, Becky had lifted me up past her face... and then I cleared the top of her head and continued to rise up until her arms (and me) were straight above her. She then lowered and raised me a couple times to show me how much strength she had in her arms and shoulders... an incredible strength performed smoothly and effortlessly. I was in complete awe... for years I dreamed of this... now I was actually experiencing it. "How do you like it up there, guy?" Becky asked. "This is more than my mind can absorb right now... I'd ask you to pinch me to see if I'm dreaming, but you seem to have your hands full at the minute." I said jokingly. Becky laughed and then brought me back down to chest level again... and as she held me there, she looked at her arms... first the right... and then the left... admiring how they looked as they flexed to easily counter my weight. I reached over and began to feel her right arm on my own this time and Becky gasped out loud... it excited her tremendously to see how deeply I was getting into admiring her muscles and strength... both of our breathing began to get shallow and quick as our sexual excitement dramatically increased. "God, Becky... you're so beautiful... and so strong... strength and beauty in one gorgeous, solidly packed body!" I said complimentarily as I deeply admired every inch of her arm... closely inspecting every inch of her bicep and then running my hand over the back of her arm to feel how solid it was. When my hand reached that point, Becky lifted me back up over her head fully which caused her triceps to come to life... allowing me to feel how prominent and majestic they were. Her mouth was partially opened and the expression on her face was filled with sexual excitement. She then said "Oh... least we forget... let me show you this." And with that, Becky lowered me to chest level again... and at that point began to do arm curls with me! Not two or three... she cranked out a full 10 curls... smoothly... as though I hardly weighed anything. "See, Rick... a woman CAN be strong enough to curl you! How are you enjoying the ride?" I told her how unbelievable this was through an almost fully closed throat... my excitement was so great that I could hardly speak. Then, Becky held me up at chest level again for a rest... and then after about 30 seconds, began to do another 10 curls with me. It was during this that Becky truly saw the excitement I was experiencing... I had an erection straining against the fabric of my jeans and it was very obvious. She smiled and after finishing her 10th rep, lowered me down to the floor, took my face in her strong but gentle hands and kissed me fully. Our mouths opened and we must of stood there and kissed for 3 or 4 minutes... our tongues probing each others... our hands coursing over each other's bodies. Our obvious excitement was mounting more and more... and not being able to contain herself, Becky reached down and took hold of me as before... and lifted me once again into the air above her. She then turned and after bringing me down to chest level, she slowly and very controllably sat down on the couch. I held the back of her head with my hand and pulled her lips to mine... and we kissed as before for a considerable time... as we by now had gotten more and more physical in our reaction to our mounting sexual excitement. When our lips parted, Becky lowered me to her lap... and with her right hand, she desperately fumbled with the zipper of my jeans, and then undid my belt and top button... and when she quickly opened my jeans, her hand panicly went for my erection and freed me from the bonds of it's imprisonment. And then it happened... something I never experienced with a woman before. As Becky began to masturbate me gently, her strong fingers completely encircling my member, she suddenly tensed up and held her breath... and I felt her legs under me stiffen, and then loosen up, and then stiffen again. This lasted a couple seconds, and when she came around I asked her if she was all right... concerned that she was having a serious problem. She smiled at me and said "Oh... no... I'm all right, Hon. I just had a keegle." I looked at her with bewilderment and asked "A keegle???" "Yeah..." she responded, "a keegle... I got so excited! Haven't you ever heard about keegles?" I obviously never did and admitted to that unashamedly. "Oh, yes... when I get that sexually aroused, I have those... it's... soooo wonderful!" In the mean time, Becky had continued to stroke me and I had gotten so excited that I immediately ejaculated... each wave of the orgasm powerfully overwhelming. She continued to stroke me quickly until I was completely spent and had come back down from my sexual high. I then collapsed literally in her strong arms as they held me firmly but lovingly. Things didn't end for us there... we enjoyed each other for the rest of the day and evening. Perhaps I can attach this as a part 2 or 3 to this story later. It was a wonderful experience... one I'll never forget. A couple months later, Becky got an incredible offer to represent a major nutritional supplements manufacturer in expos and seminars out west which required her to travel a lot... and of course she couldn't resist it. She's kept her house to stay at between engagements and has a realty company look after the place while she's away. And every time she calls to inform me she'll be in town for a visit, all I can think of is taking that anxiously anticipated drive down Rte 214, over the bridge and into Anne Arundel county... - - - - - to be continued (maybe)