Karen's muscle by Rich She can lift him with just her legs Warning: This work of fiction contains material that may be considered inappropriate for persons under the age of 18. No one under the age of 18 should be permitted to read this story without the expressed consent of the parent or guardian. [Karen's Muscle] I have to have one of the best jobs in the world. I'm a door to door salesman for lady's hosiery... and a particular product that had recently came out guaranteed against runs for the life of the product... and very shear. This job of 4 years has put me in contact with the legs of many a woman... of all types and sizes, from 4'3" to over 6'4"... thin ones, not so thin, and muscular ones. One in particular that I can't get out of my head was a visit I payed to Karen on the other side of town last week. It was a pretty ritzy neighborhood and for some reason I seem to have my best sales averages in that area. I suppose one can assume it's due to the higher living standards there... and the fact that alot of the women there are usually home alone while their husbands are out of town making the big bucks. I came up to Karen's house which was a large tudor and a driveway that could qualify for an interstate highway number. After pausing briefly to admire the grounds and momentarily feeling amiable of the wealth this family must possess, I walked up to the double door and used the large knocker to announce my arrival. After about 10 seconds or so, I was getting ready to use it one more time when suddenly the right door came open, taking the knocker out of my hand and slamming it down once on the striker from the free fall. The woman on the other side of the door blinked from the noise and then laughed at what she just did and appologized for almost taking my hand off. At the same moment, I in turn was pretty taken by the striking image of this beautiful woman. The first thing that caught my attention were her legs... it's the first thing a nylons salesman looks at if they're at all worth their weight in salt and successful in this business... one must immediately evaluate a potential client's legs and quickly decide what sales pitch to use that would be most effective. I've seen many a leg before, but what this woman possessed only comes along perhaps 1 in 10,000. Her legs had incredible muscle tone... not quite those possessed by Nicole Bass or Karla Nelson, but they definitely had striking definition. Her calves had exquisite curves afforded by muscle that, even though they weren't being put to use, they still showed themselves impressively just beneath smooth, tanned skin... there was no detectable fat anywhere on her legs. Her thighs were equally impressive... large quad muscles errupting from just above her knees and expanding to python proportions before disappearing in a very short pair of cuttoff jeans. And attached to these powerful looking legs was a strong torso that only complimented everything I had seen up to this second. Her chest pushed hard against the fabric of her tank top and one could easily see major pecs at work here... and her arms were incredibly muscled and defined, even though she really wasn't exerting herself enough to cause them to jump to life. I also noticed that even though I'm 5'10", she seemed to be alittle taller than I was... perhaps an inch or so... and I also noticed she was in her bare feet standing flat footed, so there was nothing that propped her height up artificially. I could feel my throat tighten as the excitement of this vision was afforded to me and my eyes were allowed to scan this gorgeous woman from bottom to top. I told her it was quite alright, and that the experience I had in the field taught me a long time ago not to hold onto anything on a moveable object tightly... that this sort of thing happens occasionally to me. I then proceeded to introduce myself, who I represented and the reason for my visit. She introduced herself as Karen and invited me into her home with a big smile. She had a pretty face with long, curly red hair that shined in the sunlight. As I entered the shade of her foyer, I was amazed at the size and decor of the place... one would say "opulent". As soon as Karen closed the door behind me, she turned and told me that I couldn't of come at a better time. She claimed to be almost frantic trying to find nylons that fit her as well as look shear and elegant... and I told her that I was sure I could help her with this. With my sample kit in hand, Karen escorted me into her sitting room which was very roomy and had a large coffee table directly in front of the extra wide couch occupying the center of the room. Karen envited me to sit on the couch and place my kit on the table, and then she came around and sat next to me in a slow, sensual manner... crossing her right leg over her left with her toes pointed slightly for emphasis. I again experienced the same choking sensation that I did at the door. Karen was now evaluating me... watching my every reaction to her. I started to talk small talk just to break whatever ice there might of been... but to be perfectly honest, I couldn't imagine any ice surviving in the heat of this moment. I asked her if her husband was home and she told me "No... he's out of town on business as usual. The only time I get to see him is on weekends... IF I'm lucky! Over the years, this caused me to occupy my time by getting into fitness and then body building... and as you can see, I occupied ALOT of my time doing that!" She didn't make any attempt to validate her words by flexing alittle... she just sat there with her legs crossed and her arms crossed on her lap. I was able to tell she had incredible triceps though, even if they were relaxed... and she evaluated me for my reaction once again. She could easily tell that she was having a major affect on me... and something told me from her expression that she was pretty sure she was going to have some fun with me... and I hoped I was right. I tried to think of things to ask her but I was suffering from major brain dump... then it dawned on me to ask her if her husband liked the muscle she put on. Karen gave me a sensuous look and said "Ahhh... I see you noticed... and I think you like the muscle I have too... am I right?" I gulped and told her I most certainly did.... and confessed that I adored muscle on women all my life... and complimented her on how wonderful muscle looked on her. Either Karen expected me to pass out or just remain frozen in my tracks, but when I openly admitted these things to her, she got a little rosey in the cheeks herself and I felt a bit easier knowing that I too could control this situation, even if it's only alittle. She asked me in a shy manner "Do you really like my muscles? Really?" and with that, Karen brought her arms up and flexed for the first time. As she brought her fisted hands up towards her ears, her biceps errupted into two large softball size orbs that were almost perfectly rounded. I gasped out loud, which Karen enjoyed somewhat and told me in a matter-of-fact way "Pretty impressive, aren't they... they measure alittle over 16 inches... and they're as hard as a rock... really... go ahead, feel this." Karen moved closer to me and kept her left bicep flexed while lowering her right arm, presenting her left arm for my personal inspection, keeping the inner part of her arm facing me so I could see the front of this gorgeous muscle. "Go ahead... it won't bite." Karen kidded... and I slowly brought my left hand across in front of me and placed it on top of her swelled bicep... my eyes glued to her arm the entire time. As soon as my hand touched her skin, it was as if a small jolt of electricity coursed through my hand. The next thing I sensed was how smooth her skin was... followed by how hard the muscle that was laying just beneath it was. Mesmerized for a second, I then looked over at Karen and smiled total acceptance for how gorgeous her muscle looked and how wonderful it felt... and then I looked back at her bicep and started squeezing it alittle more, testing to see how much I might be able to dent it... but aside from her skin giving ever so slightly, her muscle didn't. It held it's ground not compressing the least amount. My eyes opened in astonishment witnessing this, and I looked back over at karen with a bewildered and excited expression. Karen smiled contently back and afforded me another challenge... "Try to put both of your hands around it and see if you can squeeze it." I immediately brought up my other hand and placed both hands around her muscular mound in an attempt to touch my thumbs and fingers on opposite sides of her arm... but my fingers wouldn't touch... her bicep was swelled enough to prohibit my fingers from meeting... and no matter how hard I tried to bring them together, her bicep easily resisted my efforts. "Wow, Karen... your bicep is incredible!" Karen nodded in affirmation and brought her right arm back up again, flexing the bicep in that arm fully once more. I moved my hands over to her other bicep and tried doing the same thing... only to discover that this bicep was even larger than her left... my fingers were alittle further apart... and I had just as much success in trying to get them to tough one another. I shoke my head in utter disbelief and Karen laughed softly at my reaction. Trying to keep things light, yet wanting to get back to business (ever so little, but I had other places to go), I told her "I wish I were here today selling full length gloves... I'll bet something with lace would look gorgeous over your arms." Karen looked at me surprised at first, then her smile returned to her face and she responded "Oh... that's right, you're here to sell me nylons. Well... let's see what you have and feel free to give me your own professional advice." I smiled and released Karen's arm as she began to lower them and I turned to open my sample case when out of the corner of my eye I saw her straighten her right leg that she had crossed over her other leg. I turned my head to get a better focus on what she was doing and what I saw next almost caused me to fall off the couch. Karen was softly carressing the smooth skin of her legs slowly up and down... her hands running over hills of muscles that I couldn't even begin to describe... her eyes following her hands with pure admiration. Without stopping, Karen without turning her head looked at me and said "Would you have anything that's shear... yet strong enough to be able to encircle these powerful thighs of mine and still be guaranteed against stretching?" My eyes followed her hands with the same admiration of her gams as they continued to stroke in a very sensuous manner. I couldn't help myself and blurted out "My God! How powerful ARE your thighs?!" Karen smiled sensuously and remarked "Ohhh... they're strong... VERY strong!" for which I said "Really? How strong is very strong?" Looking me up and down quickly, Karen asked "Well... how much do you weigh?" I thought to myself "Please voice, don't fail me now!" and told her around 160 lbs. Upon hearing that, a braod grin stretched across Karen's face and she remarked "Ohhhh... they're strong enough to handle you in whatever way you can think of." I had to think about that for a second and then asked her in what way did she mean. "You know... by lift you. Isn't that the way one tests themselves for strength... by seeing how much they can lift?" My jaw wanted to disconnect itslef from my face again as I pondered the possibilities... and then after a few seconds, I told her that I hadn't been lifted but a few times with a woman's legs, and that was while horsing around on the floor. Karen thought briefly, and then suggested "Didn't your mother ever give you a horsey ride on her foot? Let's move this table away from us and I'll show you." We got up and with me grabbing one end of the heavy table and her the other, we... or I should say "I" slid the table out of the way, because I couldn't lift it... while Karen easily lifted her end and brought it around the same distance, putting it down gently. "There... this'll give us plenty of room. Ok... when i sit down, kneel at my foot." And with that, Karen went back over to the couch, turned around and sat down, crossing her legs as before. I followed close behind and kneeled in front of her as she suggested. I instinctively brought my hands up for Karen to take hold of but she declined them, quipping that she didn't need to do that. So, I instead put my hands on her knees and I began to feel a stirring in my dress slacks. The thought suddenly struck me "GAD... this is no time to get an erection!!!" With little fanfare, Karen brought her foot up between my legs, and once making contact with my crotch, proceeded to turn on the power... and with an incredible display of strength, Karen proceeded to lift me completely off the floor by straightening her leg until it was perfectly horizontal with the floor, suspending me a good 2 feet off the floor. I had to bend over slightly to keep my grip on her knee for balance, but for all intent and purposes, Karen basically supporting my entire weight on her one foot. And not only was she supporting my weight, she began to do reps with me on her foot the way she would use a machine at the gym! I couldn't believe the strength this woman had in her leg! When Karen got to about the 8th or 9th rep, she began to show signs of tiring and stopped... but she could of easily repped out a number of more reps. The whole time, my expression was one of absolute awe... and Karen loved my reaction to her "working out" with me. As soon as I felt my feet touch the floor, I got off of her foot and stood up, but no sooner I did that, Karen slide to the edge of the couch and leaned backwards... placed her toes of her bare feet up underneath my belt and began to straight her leg upward, lifting me straight up in the air until her leg was almost vertical... I had to of been a good 4 feet or so off the floor. Holding me with one leg like this, Karen sensuously asked me "Does THIS give you an idea of how VERY strong my legs are?" I was speechless... and Karen laughed softly at the helpless expression I had. She toyed with me alittle while she had me up there... "pressing" me if you will up and down several times... after which she placed me back on the floor, removed her foot and stood up. My expression must of been a gem... Karen laughed harder this time and she took me in her strong arms and hugged me... and all I could mutter was "Wow... wow!" After a brief embrace, Karen released her firm hold and pushed me far enough from her to hold me by the waist at arm's length. "Mmmmmmm... I can see you love being lifted. Did you enjoy that?" Of course my response was a firm "YES!!!" Karen then proceeded to tell me that it wasn't often she gets a chance to show off her muscles and strength to someone like myself... her husband was a good 6'2" and weighed over 220 lbs, versus my meager 160 lbs. She did mention that she has a nephew who from time to time comes over and enjoys being lifted by her, but because of being a relative it wasn't the same and surely nothing sexual. Then she told me "By the way... I felt your erection on my leg when I began to lift you with my legs crossed... don't tell me that was your zippo lighter." I started to tell her I didn't smoke. And then it hit me... the time... geeeeeeez, time went by so quickly and I was about to be late for a major meeting with the regional manager and I told Karen I had to leave. Karen asked me if I planned on being in the neighborhood any time soon... and I told her "Yes... I haven't sold a pair of nylons to you yet... when would be a good time for me to return?" She told me that her husband was returning from his business trip the next day but would be going out for a week overseas the following week... and that she'd call and let me know when it would be good for me to return. So, I gave her my business card, quickly gathered up my sample kit and asked Karen to escort me to the door. She stepped in front of me... and with sensual eyes carressing my face visually, she placed her hands under my armpits and proceeded to lift me upwards until my eyes were just above the top of her head... and looking up, Karen affirmed "And I hope this will inspire you to return... please... I really enjoyed meeting you... and lifting you." She lowered me just enough to place a kiss on my lips and then lowered me down the rest of the way. With both feet firmly on the floor, I began to walk towards her foyer and she escorted me to the door... opened it, and blew me a kiss. I walked out looking behind me the whole time as she waved bye with her fingers, and then slowly closed the door. I turned to see where I was going... and if I would of taken two more steps, I would of gone off her steps head over heals... 18 of them... I counted them as I walked down... and wipped the sweat from my brow, not knowing if it was from this sudden scare... or the experience I just had. - - - - - - to be continued