A Massage Session with Wendy - part 3
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 3]

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" ...

Wendy lifted me up again with her left leg about half way ... and with
incredible but gentle strength, she began to lower me to the edge of the table
and then further down until my feet rested on the floor. After lifting me as
my times as she did, you'd swear it was her legs that should have been
rubbery, not mine. I was barely able to hold myself up ... and as she slid her
foot down from under my belt, I sort of staggered back to give her room to
stand up.

Wendy raised herself up and jumped off the table as if she didn't do anything
... she didn't even break a sweat. We smiled at each other, and Wendy noticed
that I was a little wobbly on my feet, so she came to me and warmly wrapped
her arms around me and helped support me for a bit until I regained my
composure. She sensuously whispered in my ear "My Rick, you really enjoyed
that, didn't you? I did too! I love seeing how strong my legs are and what I'm
capable of doing with them." It's a good thing she was holding me ... after
hearing that, my legs got even weaker. She sensed the subtle change in my
weight and softly laughed, knowing the affect she was having on me. She had to
also notice the bulge in my pants pressing against her ... but she made no
move in that direction. To this day, I feel she did but didn't go there
because we still had time left and she wanted to prolong things as long as
possible.

"Wendy ... I have to say beyond a doubt that what just happened was the most
incredible thing I've ever experienced in my life!" I weakly exclaimed as I
waited to get the strength back in MY legs. Wendy laughed softly again and
said "I'm glad you enjoyed the little ride I gave you ... but it's not over
yet. I've been thinking about my arms and upper body as a whole ... how much
did you say you weigh again?" I gulped a little, and refreshed her memory ...
"About 160 lbs or so ... why?" Wendy released me with her right arm but kept
her left arm firmly gripping my body. She then raised her arm and flexed her
bicep hard, revealing that perfectly round ball of muscle I remembered from
earlier. I didn't even wait for Wendy to tell me to feel it ... I quickly
brought my left hand up and cupped what I could of the top of her bicep, and
slowly caressed it in short strokes to feel that hard muscle covered by soft,
feminine skin.

After allowing her eyes to follow my hand caressing her bicep, she looked at
me again with a sensuous look and asked "I'm sure my arms are strong enough to
lift you ... but in how many different ways do you think? I'd really like to
see what they can do." I began to examine her shoulders which bulged with
muscle almost as much as her bicep ... and told her "God, you look as though
you could do practically anything with me!" She then guided my hand from her
shoulder to the side of her chest, cupping my hand over her right pecs. She
then stiffened her chest causing her pec muscle to enlarge. No matter what
muscle group I felt on this woman, they were all large ... or at least
substantially larger than the average woman possesses.

I asked her if she's ever lifted a person like a human barbell before, and
surprisingly she stated that she can't recall ever doing that ... just the
usually cradle carry sort of way. I asked her if she'd like to try it, and she
immediately jumped at the opportunity and said "Sure ... what do I do?" I
showed her where to place her hands on me ... I guided her right hand between
my legs just below my crotch palming the inner part of my left thigh, and then
her other hand to my arm pit palming the side of my upper chest. I told her to
keep me close to her and for her to lift with her legs and keep her back
straight. She nodded her head ok and got into the position I described.

I swore she knew what she was doing ... she began lifting with her legs and I
could feel my weight transfer from my feet to my left inner thigh and upper
chest. She stood fully erect effortlessly and held me close to her at chest
height ... and kinda bounced me up and down slightly to get a feel of my
weight in her hands. Wendy's expression was one of complete satisfaction.
After gauging my weight with her hands, she exclaimed "Wow ... that wasn't
hard at all. You feel pretty light to me actually!"

It's a good thing I was wearing a hardy pair of blue jeans ... if I were
wearing a pair of dress pants, the frail zipper in those things would not of
held up to the pressure of that bulge in my pants! All I could say was
"Really?" She continued to hold me that way and swayed slightly from left to
right to remind us both this was live, not Memorex.

After a moment or so, I asked her if she thought she could lower me down to
about her belt line and back up again, and she proceeded to do it slowly ...
not expecting the shift in the weight change from the center of her balance.
She did the first rep pretty good ... got me down to around her belt line or
so with her forearms almost at a 90 degree angle ... and then she finished the
rep by curling me slowly back up to her chest again ... her expression was one
of joy the whole time she was doing it. Once she got me back up to her chest,
she declared "That wasn't bad at all ... I didn't expect it to be that easy."
And with that she began to lower me again, this time a bit more sure of
herself ... and actually accomplished 5 full reps of curling me before resting
me against her chest again!

Jokingly, I gazed at her forehead inquisitively looking for something, and she
asked "What's the matter ... what are you looking for?" I said "Beads of sweat
... but I don't see as much as one!" We both laughed and for a second I
thought she was going to drop me, but she regained control of my weight and
stood firmly on the floor with her feet slightly apart.

"No ... really, it wasn't hard to do at all! I surprise myself sometimes
learning about my strength and what I'm capable of ... this is cewl!" Wendy
added. She wasn't faking it ... this girl had the upper body strength to
easily control me. I began to feel as safe in her hands as I would resting on
a sturdy tree branch! I jokingly told her "Congratulations ... I'd high- five
ya, but I believe your hands are full right now." She just beamed away with
joy in her discovery.

After a moment, I said "Ok ... now we're going to REALLY try something
difficult ... are you up to it?" She looked at me with an inquisitive smile
and said "Sure ... bring it on!" I said "Cewl ... see if you could lift me
over your head. Adjust your hands in the way you're holding me if you have to
... whatever makes it the easiest for you."

With that, Wendy began to gauge my weight again in her hands, but I really
didn't feel either of her hands shift position much. Then, with a seemingly
effortless movement, Wendy began to press me upwards ... slowly clearing me by
her neck and shoulders, then her face, then the top of her head ... until I
was well clear of her head by at least 6" or more. She held me like that for a
moment and then I felt myself being raised even more. As I looked down, I saw
Wendy had just straightened her elbows ... she was again doing it slowly to
judge balance and my weight above her.

As soon as she lifted me fully over her head, she shouted "Yaaahoooooo!" And
then she said "Ops ... there's people on the other side of that door." and
giggled lightly. She then asked me "How's the view from up there?" I barely
gasped out "Incredible!" Then without instruction, Wendy began to lower me
until I brushed the hair on the top of her head, and then she pressed me back
up again ... and again ... and again. 5 agains to be precise! She then lowered
me slowly down to her chest level, and gleefully commented "God, that was
super ... I actually lifted you over my head 5 times, and it really wasn't too
hard to do!" She must of felt my bulge grow and press against the side of her
hand, because she gave my inner thigh a slight squeeze and winked at me with a
big grin.

Wendy then had a look of inquisitiveness and said "Let me try something." I
nodded ok, and she lowered me completely to the floor. "Now lie there on your
side like that, don't move." She said, and she moved away from me slightly and
began to shake her arms a little like a weight lifter warming up for a lift. I
just laid there with my head propped up on my hand watching her ... watching
how her feminine muscles twitched with her every movement. And I had a brief
revisit with her beautiful legs ... best view in the house! God, they were to
die for!

I then noticed Wendy move towards me again, she bent over and placed her hands
in the proper places as before, squatted down, and with little effort lifted
me off the floor, straightened her back and lifted us up the rest of the way
with her legs until she stood fully erect ... only, when she stopped, I
DIDN'T! She continued to lift me up until she had me fully up over her head
again! "Ahhh, this is soooo cewl! I'll have to remember how to do this at the
pub when a guy fakes passing out after arm wrestling me!" Hearing this while
resting well above her, I said "I'd love to see that!" She then lowered me to
her chest and said "We're (the girls) suppose to be getting together next
Saturday, you're welcome to come and join us if you'd like." "I sure would!" I
exclaimed as we exchanged broad smiles.

Wendy then happened to look over at her small table and saw the clock. "DAMN
... my next appointment is in 5 minutes! I'm afraid we have to stop for now so
I can get the room ready." She said sadly, and slowly lowered me to the floor
and angled me so that my feet would touch.

I got directions to the pub for next Saturday and told her I'd be there around
6, but she asked me to make it 7:30 ... she didn't get off work until 6 and
had to run home to get ready. I asked her if she worked Saturdays too ... that
her sister told me she worked Tuesdays and Thursdays only. She told me that
she had nothing planned for today but her bookings were backing up on her
steadily... and so, she said she was going to start working 3 days a week to
help spread the workload out. I gladly agreed on the time to meet her, and
just before she walked me to the door, she scribbled down her cell phone
number on the back of her business card and gave it to me. "When you call,
call my cell ... I always have it on me. The one phone I have at home is
always as far away from me as possible when it rings." I asked her if I could
call her tomorrow, and she was very glad I asked ... and said "Sure ... any
time is fine." I noticed her cell phone lying on top of her small table, so
she was true to her word.

She then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek ... and I returned the
friendly gesture as we grasped each other by the shoulders. I sneakily let my
right hand slide down over her bicep, and she quickly flexed it for me to feel
before leaving. "I'm really goin' to miss those! Talk with ya tomorrow ... and
thanks for EVERYTHING!!!" I stated as I released her and started walking
towards the door. She graciously walked over with a big smile on her face, and
opened the door for me. We said our goodbyes again as I walked out, and I
suddenly noticed a couple of the hair dressers looking at me oddly. As I
passed by one of the stations and saw my reflection in the mirror, I noticed
that my hair looked like it does when I get up in the morning ... no two hairs
were pointing in the same direction. I sheepishly combed my hair with my
fingers a couple times, and told one of the girls "Wendy REALLY gives a great
massage!" I heard Wendy giggle in the background, and as I turned to her, she
winked and waved ... and then went over to her next client to inform him she'd
be ready in a few minutes. She then disappeared into her room and the door
closed ... and I had to look around twice to make sure I was walking in the
right direction for the exit.

As I walked out, I thought I had a whole week before I saw her again and
didn't like the idea. So I decided to think about how I could see her
somewhere in between and arrange it with her when I'd call tomorrow. I know
THIS puppy couldn't make it that long without seeing her again sooner!

to be continued