Over the hill, Prelaunch and Countdown
By Rick Saus
Barb makes Rick fly

*WARNING*  *WARNING*  *WARNING*  *WARNING*  *WARNING*  *WARNING*  *WARNING*  

	As a parent, you may not want your children to read 
the following story, which contains certain material you 
may consider inappropriate for them to read.  If you're not 
over 18 years of age, you shouldn't be reading this...  or 
go any farther.

	If I'm addressing a "minor" here...  one who's under 
the age of 18, turn back and read some comic books...  or 
get your parent's permission before reading on.

	If you're over 18...  page down and enjoy.







	[Over the Hill: Prelaunch and Countdown]

	It was a cool and breezy March day...  a perfect time 
to fly kites and enjoy the relief from the long, cold and 
snowy winter I remember us having.  I was one of those who 
decided to build his own kite rather than get one at the 
local drug store or five 'n' dime.  I made a box kite the 
day before out of thin dried twigs, newspaper and string.  
Back in the late early 60s, we didn't have hobby stores 
where you could purchase balsa wood strips and paper or 
cloth material for this purpose like you can today...  one 
made their own through imagination, patience and an extra 
pair of hands if possible.  I was fortunate to have the 
most lovely (and strongest) pair of hands to assist me in 
this endeavor...  Barb's eyes lit up as soon as I asked her 
if she'd like to make a kite with me.

	Barb was at my door early that morning...  eagerly 
anticipating the maiden launch of our collective 
creativity.  I invited her in first for some hot cocoa...  
the wind did have a chill in it and this would help keep us 
warm.  As we walked into the kitchen, Barb spotted the kite 
I had at the ready against the wall near the back door and 
she went over to admire our handiwork.

As she walked over to the kite, I couldn't help admire the 
beautiful muscles she possessed in her legs...  her 
hamstrings were very prominent with a major curve in it's 
outline that suggested a lot of power available and on tap 
whenever she needed it.  Her calves were incredible as she 
took steps away from where I was sitting...  without being 
on her toes, I was still able to easily see the powerful 
outline of them, the diamond shapes that easily filled the 
palm of my hand whenever I cupped them...  which was often.  
And the way her quads proudly expanded outward in front of 
her as they suddenly jutted out and rounded at their peaks 
several inches above her knees.  There was something Barb 
loved doing...  while standing in front of me, she enjoyed 
watching my reaction while she made her quad muscles move 
up and down when she flexed them...  it drove me nuts!  Of 
course, she wasn't aware of me admiring the muscles in her 
legs now as she bent over and picked up the kite in her 
hands gingerly.

	As she turned, she saw that my gaze wasn't on the 
kite in her hands...  it was on the muscles in her legs...  
and a sensuous grin grew across her pretty face.  As I 
looked up at her briefly to see if my gaze had gone 
unnoticed, it immediately became apparent to me that I was 
caught in the act and my face got three shades of red.  
Barb suddenly laughed at my chameleon reaction and with a 
sexy tone of voice said "I don't know which I'll be able to 
rise higher today, this kite in my hand or that bulge in 
your pants!"  I immediately looked down and saw that my 
reaction to her beauty was quite apparent...  it seemed I 
did a lousy job of hiding both my gaze AND my sexual 
reaction to her.

	By now, those three shades of red had to of 
metamorphosed into six as I tried to make a few adjustments 
in the tent that was growing below my beltline...  when 
Barb added "Ooooo, Rick...  is someone turned on by 
muscles?  How would you like a closer look...  go ahead...  
and feel them if you'd like." and then chuckled at her last 
statement, knowing perfectly well that I couldn't keep my 
hands off of her gorgeous legs if my life depended on it.  
She extended her right leg out for me and pointed her toes, 
which caused both her quad and calf muscles to flex hard 
and prominently.  I slid off the edge of my chair, almost 
losing my balance from the sudden shift of weight that got 
moved from my butt to my legs.

	Barb held her leg out for me...  flexing her muscles 
with seemingly no apparent movement in her leg.  She did 
something that I felt was incredible.  She was able to make 
the muscles in her calf and quad rise and fall without 
moving anything...  all she did was flex a little harder 
than before and then a little less, and so on...  and she 
was able to do this independently.  She could make her quad 
and calf flex either together or oppositely...  the sight 
was incredible!

	I didn't bother standing up to go to her, I literally 
crawled the 8 feet or so to her and her awaiting leg...  
watching her muscles grow in size as I got closer and 
closer.  By the time I was positioned directly in front of 
her leg, it seemed larger than life and ominous...  I knew 
from experience how powerful her legs were and I scanned 
the memories of those experiences in my mind as I continued 
to become more and more mesmerized with the way her muscles 
were moving, tensing, softening, moving and tensing 
again...  over and over.  Her muscles were having the same 
affect on me as a moving flute to a cobra...  I became 
totally ignorant of anything and everything around me...  I 
was totally focused on her leg and her leg alone.

As I reached my hand out to cup the inside of her calf, she 
brought her foot out a little to meet it and pointed her 
toes even harder to cause them to bulge to their fullest.  
I don't know how many of you have had the fortune of 
cupping 16" of incredibly muscled calf on a woman, but I'm 
here to tell ya that it's something you would never forget.  
I can still practically feel her calf in my mind...  her 
skin was very soft and smooth, and just underneath her 
muscles were incredibly hard as they danced in my hand.  I 
placed my other hand on the outside of her quad and felt 
the same identical thing there.  I don't know how I managed 
to do it, but I looked up at Barb during my max 
demonstration of admiration...  and saw her smiling down at 
me, very pleased with what she was seeing and feeling as my 
hands tenderly squeezed and tested her muscles for 
resilience.  They didn't move at all to my fingers...  I 
would of had about as much luck making indentations in a 
brick...  probably better luck.

	Then Barb did something totally unexpected...  she 
brought her foot up into my crotch and began to softly but 
firmly rub me through my slacks while still flexing her leg 
muscles for me.  The combination was too much for me to 
endure...  I suddenly grasped her around her leg with both 
arms and closed my legs in around her foot and began 
kissing her leg wherever my lips could reach.  I heard her 
gasp from the sudden excitement of what I did and she began 
to respond in her own way.  She began to slowly raise her 
leg...  with me sitting on her foot holding on for dear 
life...  lifting me off the floor and upwards until her 
knee was within inches of her chest.  She held me there and 
began to rock her foot (and me) back and forth just enough 
to create the sensation of movement and weightlessness in 
me.  She held me like this for a considerable length of 
time as I continued to kiss her leg wherever I was able to 
reach with my head...  to include her inner thigh which at 
this time was within range due to my levitated position and 
her knee bent almost all the way.  She could of lifted me 
higher but my legs were extending out under her which kept 
her from pulling me up fully towards her.  I mean, she 
could of, but I would of been pulled off her leg.

	Barb then did something (again) incredible.  While 
holding me on her leg, she pivoted around on her other foot 
and with an awesome display of strength, she lifted me on 
her leg by extending it out by straightening it...  keeping 
her knee close to her chest in the process, until she 
lifted me far enough to clear the sink countertop.  Then 
she placed the tips of her toes on the countertop and just 
held me like that for awhile as I continued to kiss and 
tongue the inside of her leg.


	She was eating this up immensely, as well as 
myself...  our sexual desires getting the best of both of 
us...  and we wound up "taking care of each other" before 
heading out in the field across the street to finally do 
something we had originally planned on.  As soon as we 
regained our composure, Barb asked me "Is this thing going 
to fly?"  I smiled at her and said "Hey, if you can fly ME, 
and I fly like a rock, you shouldn't have any trouble 
getting THAT thing off the ground!"  And with that, we 
headed out.

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Watch for "Over the Hill, Part II: The Flight Test!"

Rick