A Massage Session with Wendy - part 2
by Rich
How a little muscle relaxing therapy can result in a whole lot of muscle flexing.


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.

[A Massage Session with Wendy - part 2]

As soon as Wendy finished giving me my full body massage, she asked me how I
felt ... and I told her like a wet noodle, at which she said "I told you you'd
fell wonderful." With a warm smile, she directed to get dressed and that she'd
be back in a minute. She went to the door, turned the lights up so I could see
what I was doing and left. I sat on the side of the massage table for a few
seconds trying to decipher what had just happened. I wondered if I should of
stopped her before walking out and seeing if indeed we could of modified the
session to take care of a "delicate" matter that was still throbbing. But I
was so dazed, things happened too fast before she was out the door.

Well ... no sense in crying over what could have been but didn't happen, so I
got off the massage table and began getting dressed. Wendy left the mood music
playing which at least kept the relaxing ambiance in the room alive. As soon
as I got dressed, I thought I'd better wait for her to come back so that I
could pay her in her "own" office ... which didn't take long.

After a minute or so went by, Wendy came back into the room and closed the
door behind her. She took one look at me, coyly smiled and said "Yup ... you
should be the Poster Boy for Wet Noodle.", which I kinda got a kick out of. I
proceeded to tell her how great of a job she did on me ... that I could do 3
straight months at work standing on my head, I felt so good. She was glad that
I was completely satisfied and asked if I wanted to make another appointment
down the road or wait to see when I really needed one again. I told her I'd
wait ... the pressures at work really could do me in in less than 3 months, no
matter how good I felt now.

I paid her fee and was getting ready to say goodbye when suddenly I got a hair
up my ass and said "Ya know ... I really appreciated you being so easy to talk
with about your muscles and strength during our session ... it was a
refreshing experience for me too. I don't get an opportunity like that very
often ... things usually go sour whenever I do try to talk about that subject
with other women." Wendy proceeded to tell me that she enjoyed the session
with me too and added "It would probably be very interesting knowing you
personally."

There wasn't much left holding my body parts together, and my jaw must have
dropped a few more inches than normal after she said that. I wondered then ...
what should I say now ... my time was up and I assumed Wendy had another
appointment awaiting her as soon as I left. So, I replied "God ... I wish we
had the time to talk about that now, but I know you have someone out there
waiting his turn ... " At which she stopped me in mid sentence and said "No
... as a matter of fact I have another hour before someone comes in ... let's
talk. Care for a coffee or something?" I couldn't believe my ears! I said
sure, coffee works for me ... cream and sugar. Wendy put on a full smile and
said "Great! I'll be back in a minute." She turned and walked out the door ...
and this was the first time I noticed she took off her jogging pants and wore
shorts, exposing her legs. They were gorgeous ... perfectly shaped and well
muscled!!! Her legs could have put many a woman in their twenties to shame.
Her legs reminded me of my Aunt Tootsie's (actually a kissing cousin who I
always called Aunt because she was an adult when I was in my teens) legs ...
but that's another story.

I was literally beside myself with the good fortune that suddenly befell me. I
fidgeted like a little boy waiting for her to come back. I had a multitude of
things racing through my mind ... what to say, what to do, how to do both ...
and then I thought "She opened the door to this opportunity ... just let
things happen ... you have up to an hour!" So I relaxed, and within a short
minute, Wendy returned with a cup of coffee for each of us.

She tapped on the door with the toe of her sneaker and asked me to open it for
her, which I quickly did. Heh ... quickly ... smoke must have radiated up off
the floor behind me as I rushed to open the door. As soon as I opened it,
Wendy handed me my cup and I backed up, letting her into the room. She closed
the door and invited me to sit in one of the chairs next to her little table.
As I sat down, she pulled the other chair that was across the room over,
placed it about 4 feet in front of me, and sat down. She crossed those
magnificent legs slowly in front of me, as she began to ask "So ... tell me
why you like muscles on women." To myself, I could give a thousand reasons in
one second on any given day, but to answer her question took a few seconds for
it to sink in and figure out the best way to describe my appreciation for
"femuscle" as I defined it.

I told her that I really loved the way hard muscles under soft, female skin
felt ... how the sight of female muscle flexing was so profound and
provocative ... and how experiencing first hand the strength of those muscles
had always left me with a deep sense of awe and admiration.

I could tell Wendy was really getting into what I was telling her ... if she
leaned any closer forward towards me, hanging on every word I said it seemed,
she would have fallen off her chair. "So it's the sight, touch and utter
experience of it that you find appealing?" I told her I didn't just find it
appealing, I found it down right obsessive ... and I also suggested that if I
seemed to be getting a little carried away, to just stop me. Wendy replied
"Don't worry ... I find all of this really interesting and I want to know more
... please."

Feeling deeply relieved and as free as a cheetah to run, I continued to tell
her why I find femuscle so appealing ... and even told her of a few good
experiences I had with other women to drive home my point. All the while,
Wendy was on the edge of her seat listening to me intently, smiling with every
phrase that came out of my mouth.

After giving her about a 5 minute dissertation, Wendy finally started to
contribute to the conversation. The first thing she asked was "What's your
most favorite muscle group on a woman?" God ... I could almost hear my heart
beat as I anticipated where all of this was going. I told her that it really
was a hard choice for me between two particular groups on any given day ...
there's days when I love to focus on a woman's biceps ... other days, it's
woman's legs that gets my undivided attention.

Wendy sensually asked "What muscles on me do you find ... most appealing?" I
could feel my hands getting clammy, as well as my throat tightening up. I told
her that her legs looked absolutely drop dead gorgeous from any angle, but I
only really saw her triceps when she was working me over and didn't actually
see her biceps flex for any length of time. She said "Oh ... of course. When
you're constantly applying downward pressure on a person, you don't see much
of anything except the triceps work ... here, let me offer these up for ya."
She placed her cup of coffee on the floor beside her and then straightened
back up, brought her arms up and slowly flexed her biceps for me. As luck
would have it, her biceps were the exact kind I liked the most. If you could
imagine a round orb a little larger than a baseball under the soft skin of her
upper arms, that would be what she had! I sat in awe for what must of seemed
the longest time for her, and she finally broke my trance and asked "Well ...
what'ya think?" I snapped out of it, and told her with as much emotion as I
could muster to lend justice to what I wanted her to hear and know "I think
today is 'Biceps' Day! You're biceps are INCREDIBLE!"

Wendy gleamed with pride at my response and held her pose for me for a
considerable amount of time so I could take everything in without seeming
rushed. This is where things got real interesting. I asked Wendy if she
wouldn't mind holding that pose for even a little longer ... that I didn't get
an opportunity like this every day ... or years for that matter! Wendy replied
"Take as long as you want." and held her pose for me effortlessly. I started
leaning towards her wanting to get a closer view when she sensuously said
"Would you like to feel them? Go ahead!" as she sat up even more awaiting my
advance. I pulled my chair closer to her so that I could reach her without
standing up, and I put my left hand gingerly on her right bicep and began
running my hand slowly over it, back and forth ... taking in the shear feel of
her muscle like a blind man reading brail. I then repeated the same process
with my right hand on her left bicep ... and I kept both hands on her arms as
my mind was trying to take in the flood of all of the senses in this
experience. I even closed my eyes for a brief moment as I meditated about what
I was feeling, how they felt, and how much I was under their spell.

After opening my eyes from my short trance, all I was able to mutter was
"Wow!" Wendy coyly replied "Glad you like them." She let me feel her biceps
for a few seconds more, and then offered "Would you like to feel the muscles
in my legs too?" I became completely dumbstruck. She brought down her arms and
moved her chair to the right about 30 degrees or so. Then with an ever so
slow, sensual movement, Wendy crossed her left leg over her right, keeping her
leg straight out and pointing her toes hard. I thought THIS girl has taken
ballet lessons ... and the visual affect of her ankle and foot along with the
muscles in her calf flexing was awesome!

Her feet were fairly dainty and her ankles were slim compared to the rest of
her lower legs. My eyes ran from a slim ankle to a calf muscle that suddenly
exploded into view that had to be at least 17" around! Her knees were still
young looking with dimples and a well defined knee cap. Her quads really
exuded power as they bulged both from the outside and inside. I gasped out
loud when she leaned back a little in her chair keeping her leg extended hard
for me.

"Go ahead, Rick ... feel them. I knew there was a reason for shaving them this
morning." Wendy gleefully said as she moved her leg sideways a little towards
me to entice me to respond. I feebly brought my shaking left hand up and
placed it over the top of her lower leg, my fingertips barely caressing the
outcrop of her calf muscle. I moved my hand gingerly over her lower leg to get
a better feel of her calf muscle and was greeted with a hand full of hard
muscle that felt overwhelmingly sensual under a very soft layer of her skin. I
took my time and must have spent a good minute just running my hand over her
calf, my mind again being flooded with all of the senses being taken in.

Then I slowly brought my right hand up and with both hands, I almost
completely surrounded her calf ... barely! I squeezed firmly to get a sense of
how hard they were, and her calf muscle barely moved under the pressure. "I've
always had strong calves, even as a little girl. I ran a lot, climbed trees
... and when I was in high school, I ran track ... and did pretty good at it.
I even took ballet lessons because I loved the feeling of having strong legs
and what I was able to do with them." Wendy threw in as I was completely
immersed in what I was doing. "I discovered I had pretty strong legs when my
boyfriend in school and I were horsing around one day. He got me on the ground
and was straddling over me trying to pin me down, when I suddenly brought my
right leg up and managed to put my foot under him. I wedged it under his belt
somehow ... and then I began pushing him up with my leg and discovered how
surprisingly easy it was for me to lift him up off of me! I not only lift him
up, I raised him up and down like a human weight 8 or 10 times and watched the
shock in his face as I did it. It REALLY surprised him ... and me!"

"How much did your boyfriend weigh at the time?" I asked completely intrigued.
"Oh, about 150 lbs ... why?" I shouted out "150 lbs ... that's only 10 lbs
less than what I weigh now!" I added "Do you think you're legs are strong
enough to do that with me?" Wendy studied me for a second, and said "I'm sure
they are ... they're somewhat stronger now I think than they were then ... and
I've always exercised all my life to keep limber." As she told me that, I ran
my hand slowly over the peak of her quad muscle in her outer thigh. Words
can't describe how her leg felt at that moment ... I could only imagine how
strong her legs really were. Wendy watched me intently as I was completely
mesmerized feeling her leg.

At that moment, I had to emphasize to Wendy again how wonderful it was for her
to allow me this moment to experience her muscle display. She replied "No
problem ... you'd actually be a VERY easy person for me to please." "Do you
really think so ... ? I mean, I could easily become obsessed with this." I
answered back, for which she replied "Even better ... I know I could easily
keep you in MY bed and out of someone else's." And with that, she raised her
left leg up slightly off her knee and began to slowly bend her knee while
still pointing her toes and really put on a sensuous show.

"I have an idea ... follow me over to the massage table." Wendy suggested, and
she got up, leaned forward to take my hand into hers, and led me to the table.
When we got to the foot of it, Wendy turned facing me and said "Just stand
right there a minute." She then got up on the table effortlessly as I noticed
her triceps flair, and laid down on her back, her butt at the very edge. "It's
been a while, but ... I'm going to wedge my foot under your belt. When I do,
grab hold of my leg and let me do the rest ... ok?" Wendy stated.
"Absolutely!" was the best I could come up with.

I then felt Wendy slip her right foot under my belt, at which time I grabbed
hold of her leg ... and then I felt myself being drawn towards the table by
Wendy. When she finally pulled me to the edge of the table, I started to feel
an upward pressure on my belt and began to feel light on my feet. "Ok ... lean
forward now and let yourself drape over my foot." Wendy ordered, and I
naturally did that to keep from falling backwards. The next thing I knew, my
feet came off the floor and I began to rise towards the ceiling until Wendy
had me directly above her with her leg straight up. "Wow ... that was even
easier than I thought it would be!" Wendy gleefully said as she held me up
there for a minute to gage the feel of my weight on her foot and leg. She then
proceeded to lift me up and down ... not just slightly mind you, but fully up
and down ... almost touching her chest with her knee and then sending me back
up until her leg was straightened again. She counted out her reps as I enjoyed
the ride extremely, only grunting once or twice from the pressure on my
stomach. "8 ... 9 ... 10 ... 11 ... 12!" Wendy counted out before stopping and
holding me fully up in the air. "I can't believe your legs are soooo strong,
Wendy! You lifted me as if I hardly weighed a thing!" I excitedly expressed.
Wendy then playfully twisted me back and forth slightly to emphasize my being
held up there on her foot under her complete control, and said "I could of
done more, but I didn't want to show off." We both laughed as she continued to
"toy" with me in the air, and then she proceeded to lift me up and down again
10 more times!

Wendy didn't even seem to be under any strain the whole time ... if she wanted
to lift me 50 times with her right leg, I think she could have done it! She of
course wanted to see if her left leg was as strong as her right leg, so she
switched feet under my belt and proceeded to lift me up and down fully 15
times before stopping! Holding me fully up in the air again, Wendy exclaimed
"Yup ... my left leg is about as strong as my right! No problem there!" She
then lowered me down until her knee touched her chest, and playfully mussed my
hair up with her fingers. Then she did a double bicep flex and said "Am I
strong enough for you?" In a gasping voice, I replied "You're a dream come
true ... and you'll probably be responsible for me having some wet ones too
when I'm asleep at night dreaming about this!"

Things didn't end there ... we still had about 25 minutes or so until her next
appointment was due ... and I think we both wanted to cherish the remaining
moments together and do some "exploring" ... as you'll witness in the next
part of this story.

to be continued