Homework-out
By Rick Saus
Barb uses Rick to work out



It was early in our relation ship that this occurred.  Barb and I had a 
test the next day in a class we were taking together, and so we decided to study 
together at her place and drill each other for the answers.  I arrived at her 
house after supper and when she answered the door, I thanked the man above for 
seeing fit to make me one of the luckiest guys on the planet.  Barb was wearing 
a sleeveless tanktop and cuffed shorts that she always seemed to fill out to the 
max. Barb's wardrobe of clothes for kicking around in consisted primarily of 
tanktops because of the trouble she seemed to have in finding blouses with 
sleeves that didn't constrict or irritate her 15" arms when she flexed them 
through normal exertion and movements...  and she was known for splitting a few 
sleeves in her day (intentionally as well as unintentionally) when she flexed 
her biceps to the max for me.  She loved seeing the expression on my face when I 
saw and heard the fabric of her sleeves tear as her bicep strained it beyond its 
elasticity.
Even though we were several weeks into our relationship, the sight of her 
still took my breath away...  for three years, the sight of her took my breath 
away!  I never "got used" to seeing her...  the honeymoon for us was never over 
in my mind or hers and we never took being in each other's company for granted. 
Each time I knocked on her door and she answered, it was like falling in love 
all over again, right down to getting butterflies in the stomach at the mere 
thought of what the next several minutes to several hours had in store!  Barb 
told me she felt the same way too...  and one of the biggest reasons why we 
always felt like this was because of the wonderfulness of the unexpected that we 
anticipated and enjoyed together immensely.
As always, Barb's smile melted me on the spot and the cartilage in my 
knees momentarily turned to jello, barely able to support my weight.  It needs 
to be said that Barb was fully aware of how she affected me...  and she loved 
it.  She told me that going with me made her feel incredibly secure like she's 
never felt in her entire young life...  she knew that her strength and the way 
her absolutely gorgeous muscles filled her body and moved with precise 
determination had an irresistible affect on me... and that I wasn't about to up 
and leave the most beautiful, wonderful package of a woman who ever graced the 
face of the earth.  There were two things my mother didn't raise...  an 
ignoramus and a complete idiot!  I even then knew a wonderful, precious thing 
when I saw it and I wasn't about to give Barb up for all the Lionel trains in 
the world!
With a gesture of her hand, I automatically entered her house and didn't 
turn around until I heard the familiar click and thud of the door as it was 
shut.  As soon as I turned around, Barb was right in my face with her welcome...  
taking me in her strong arms and kissing me in a way that would of made even the 
most sexually experienced male's head swim.  Something Barb always did when she 
greeted me was to make sure she lifted me completely off the floor while in her 
embrace and hold me effortlessly like that until we were ready to walk 
somewhere...  or until she decided to put me down which she didn't always do, 
especially in private surroundings.  I remember one time very early in our 
relationship when Barb welcomed me at her door...  she lifted me in a hug as we 
kissed on her front porch for the whole world to see...  and her neighbor being 
a resident of same across the street got an eyeful as he was raking the leaves 
near the end of his driveway.  We both got a little embarrassed by that and we 
didn't want the neighbors to talk (some of which were our high school peers), so 
we left our more affectionate ways of greeting each other for the first private 
opportunity we got.  So there I was several inches off the floor with my books 
cupped at my side in one hand, with only my right arm free to embrace her back.
I knew that if we allowed things to progress, we wouldn't get any studying 
done...  so, I kinda reminded Barb of this and with a sigh of minor 
disappointment, she gently placed me back on the floor...  and after 
straightening our clothes a little, we walked hand in hand into her living room.  
Like most homes in Munhall, which were populated mostly by families who had 
someone working at either J&L, Mesta or US Steel, it was small but comfortable 
and nicely furnished.  Our parents made some pretty good bread working in these 
mills during the 50s and 60s and were able to afford splurging a little on 
luxuries.  When the first family on the block bought a color TV, within a month 
everyone had one.
We were talking about how we were going to study and as we reached the couch, it 
was determined that I'd lay on the floor with my books in front of me while Barb 
sat on the couch...  this way, we'd at least be able to concentrate better on 
our studies and not on each other.  I was about to help Barb with moving the 
heavy coffee table that was in front of the couch when Barb reached down 
grasping the table at the sides and lifted it clean off the floor, propped it 
against her hip and carried it to the other side of the room.  As soon as Barb 
got her books and sat down, I arranged mine on the floor where I'd be laying 
just in front of Barb... I laid on my stomach and got down to business as soon 
as we gave each other a reassuring smile that this was for the best.
If there was one thing I was ever guilty of, once I started to concentrate 
on something, I was able to block out everything around me and devote my full 
attention to whatever it was...  and I did this extremely well when I studied, 
which afforded me pretty good grades in school.  This however proved to be my 
(delightful) demise that evening as I completely immersed myself in the books...  
that and the fact that once I got immersed in something, I didn't know when to 
quit or take a break.  I generally lost all track of time and was in my own 
intellectual world.
I can't say how much time went by...  but I know at one point Barb was 
getting tired of trying to memorize for the test and her thoughts wondered 
elsewhere.  My idea of laying directly in front of her was not as foolproof as I 
thought...  if anything, it gave her some ideas.  Barb had her gorgeous legs 
crossed and was kicking her leg nervously...  she didn't have any shoes on and I 
later learned that she began to admire the contrast of her muscular legs against 
her dimpled knee, thin ankle and long but narrow foot.  She began to flex her 
calf muscle by pointing her toes...  and then flexed her quad by straightening 
her crossed leg...  and moved that leg in ways that best displayed the muscles 
she had.  I also learned that she was trying to get my attention by doing 
this...  but I was so deeply engrossed with my studies that I was totally 
unaware.
After a minute or so of admiring her leg, Barb asked me a question that to 
this day I can't recall...  as I barely heard her let alone understand what it 
was she was asking.  I did the wrong thing by muttering "Sure, Hon..." and 
without missing a beat was right back to doing what I really never stopped doing 
in the first place...  it was like being awakened slightly by a noise and going 
right back to sleep again, not knowing or caring what it was that got your 
attention.  Well...  this got Barb to thinking...  and with the combination of 
her leg out straight with her toes pointed and me laying directly in front of 
her, she got a wickedly "sin"sational idea!
She lowered her leg, keeping her toes pointed...  and slid to the edge of 
her seat...  and with her pointed foot, she slid her foot gingerly under my 
belt.  I was pathetic...  I was so deep into my studies that it took a few 
seconds for this to even register...  but it was all the time Barb needed to set 
things up for what happened next.
With a startle, I realized that my body was coming up off the floor...  
first my abdomen...  then my thighs and chest...  and then the rest of me!  With 
the incredible strength in her one leg, Barb rendered me airborne on the tip of 
her foot...  and continued to lift me higher off the floor until her leg was 
perfectly straight out in front of her...  and me dangling off it.  This had to 
be another one of those Polaroid moments as my arms and legs flailed helplessly 
in the air.  In desperation, I tried to grab hold of something to give me 
leverage and try to bring myself back to terra firma...  but air is useless in 
situations like this, unless you're an aircraft going 160 mph down a runway.  I 
was hardly flying...  just hovering like a chopper.  The next thing I realized 
was Barb laughing out loud...  and God, did she have a cute laugh!  I panicked a 
little and asked for her to put me down...  but this only incited her to hold me 
this way longer, and she actually began to lower and raise me a few inches as 
she continued to fully enjoy the predicament she had me in.
"What's the matter, Rick...  did I disturb your concentration?  Ohhh, I'm 
soooo sorry...  now you'll never be able to get back into studying again for the 
rest of the evening...  if I can help it!"  And with that she continued to 
raise and lower me gently and effortlessly...  she even raised up on her toes 
with her other foot, raising me in the air a few more inches which seemed like 
feet.  As soon as I got over the initial shock of this, I began to enjoy what 
she was doing.  With my left hand, I reached around to feel her calf muscle in 
her crossed leg that was bulging from her toes being pointed while holding me...  
and it felt incredible.  The thought of the power her leg had to lift me and 
hold me in the air like this overwhelmed me and I developed an erection almost 
immediately.  Of course, with the strain that was being put on my belt and 
trousers, the cloth was pressing against my erection, displaying it easily and 
to Barb's delight.
"Mmmmmmm...  you're liking this, aren't you?  I knew you would...  and I 
know how to get your attention the next time you get so deeply engrossed into 
something...  all I need to do is lift you...  what a novel idea!" Barb said in 
a combination sarcastic/seductive manner.  "This'll teach you to not pay 
attention to me when I ask you something." she mildly scolded.  "Hon, I'm 
sorry...  what was it you asked?" I responded.  "Never mind...  this takes 
preference...  it's not important anymore."  Barb then began to lower me to the 
floor and just before I had settled completely down on the rug, Barb lifted me 
back in the air and laughed her sensuous laugh again.  I don't know if my head 
was beginning to swim because of the airmotion sickness I was pondering or if it 
was solely due to my ever increasing enjoyment of being lifted like this.  
Watching her quad muscle flex powerfully as it countered my weight was an 
incredible sight!  The inner and outer muscles near her knee just bunched up 
every time her leg straightened out and held me like that for a few seconds to 
confirm their utter strength to me.  I reached up along her leg as far as I 
could to place the palm of my hand over her quad muscle but I was only able to 
fell the extreme end of it...  but the feeling of her muscles flexing as she 
raised and lowered me was still beyond description.
Then Barb half told/asked me "Let's see if I can do something."  And with 
that, she laid back to give her as much leverage as possible...  and with the 
most incredible display of strength I've ever seen or experienced, Barb lifted 
her crossed leg...  and me...  up off her knee...  and proceeded to lift me even 
higher in the air.  Now, I WAS several feet off the floor...  and I couldn't 
help wonder to myself if Superman got his start this way.  Barb continued to 
lift me upwards as I dangled on the tip of her toes until the angle of her leg 
had to be reduced or I would of slid down her shin if there was enough space 
between me and my belt for her foot to fit through.  To counter this, she just 
bent her knee enough to keep her lower leg almost horizontal with the floor.
Now...  use your imagination...  picture yourself suspended from an incredibly 
sexy leg...  muscles flexed...  toes pointed...  and then seeing the expression 
on her face as she just laid there with a wicked grin on her face admiring her 
strength and me on the tip of her foot...  as she moved her leg gently through 
the air slightly from side to side and up and down...  and tell me YOU'RE not 
getting excited with the mere thought!  And then imagine how I must of been 
reacting to the actual experience of this.  By then, I was getting very "moist" 
below if you know what I mean...  and my kukerachas started to hurt a little 
from the nonstop ecstasy of this weightless experience!  I then proceeded to 
have what you would call a "wet dream"...  only I wasn't dreaming.  I exploded 
in my trousers...  my body convulsing helplessly in the air...  as Barb looked 
on at the ecstasy that had engulfed and took over me completely and powerfully!  
She was able to hold me aloft long enough for me to complete my orgasm...  then 
she slowly lowered me until she rested her leg back on her knee again...  and 
then lowered me further until my limp body rested gently on the floor.
Upon removing her foot from under my belt, Barb straightened her leg out in 
front of her again...  toes pointed...  caressed the muscles in her leg 
sensuously, and exclaimed "Now THAT's what I call...  a great pair of legs!"

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Good time for a cold shower.
Rick