The Telescope 
by Paul Schilling  halfahubinc@aol.com 
Just one look, that's all it took


Michelle lived by herself in a four-room apartment. She liked it at first
because she was into weightlifting - real heavy weights - but after a while
she started feeling lonely. Being new in town, she didn't have many friends.
Her lifting schedule, combined with her job (she was trying for a promotion
and worked almost all day long), just about filled her entire day. A long time
had passed since she had been with a man, despite her good looks and
interesting personality.

It was 8 p.m. Saturday night, and she had no place to go, so she started
unpacking some of the stuff she had brought to her new apartment. After
unpacking her weights and putting together her bench and other body building
paraphernalia, she came across her telescope. Seeing it, she smiled. When she
lived at home, she used it to send signals to her boyfriend, who lived across
the street and had a similar telescope. Sometimes she would leave her windows
open and masturbate, knowing her boyfriend was looking (along with some well
wishers). But what used to feel so good eventually turned into embarrassment,
so she had to stop, and she began lifting weights to cure her frustrating
horniness. Her workouts began as simple tension relievers, but these days...
well, it all depends on how sexually frustrated she becomes.

Having spent the day putting her 'gym' together, and now with nothing better
to do, she took the telescope out of the box and began spying on her neighbors
in the apartment building across the street. At the fifth floor, all the
windows were open and the soft light enabled her to observe what was going on.
An athletic looking girl was opening a bottle of red wine and pouring some in
two glasses. She was expecting company. "Stay right there," Michelle said,
"I'll be right back." She had a pretty good idea as to what was going to
happen, so she left to put on one of her older leotard outfits with a
reasonably loose fitting flannel shirt tied at the waist, then came back.

By this time, the female neighbor opened the door and a man came in, bringing
her red roses. This was obviously going to get interesting. They started
drinking wine and flirting. Michelle poured some wine for herself as well and
began to get in the mood to see more, trying to stay as objective as she
could...

The guy put his glass on the table and took her glass as well. Then he took
her in his arms and began to passionately kiss her. They were obviously
extremely aroused and couldn't wait to get their clothes off. Piece by piece,
their clothes came off till they were both naked.

Michelle liked what she was seeing. It really began to turn her on and she
started touching her pecs. She followed the lines of her muscles to her ample
breasts. Her nipples were erect and poking through her already tight fitting
top. Needing to feel more, she spread her lats until the seams on both sides
popped enough to loosen up the top, then, pulling it inward, exposed her
breasts and began rubbing her hard nipples. Suddenly she began to moan.

That was when the guy gently pushed his date's shoulders, laid her down on the
table, and began to kiss her breasts, her chest, down to her flat stomach, and
even lower.

Meantime, Michelle also went down and began to gently caress herself through
her leotard. She was hard and could feel a wave forming, surrounding her body.
She kept her eyes on her neighbors and her hands busy all the time.

The woman across the street looked dizzy with pleasure. The man was giving his
all and rubbing her tits. They looked so good together, and everything they
did was perfect. It was like they were performing for her. Michelle could
hardly focus because she had intensified her own movements and was about to
pop.

The couple were making passionate love, just as Michelle would have wanted to.
Suddenly she thought to herself, "This is crazy. I gotta get my mind off those
two." Michelle got up and hurriedly started slapping all types of free weights
together, then started working out in a frenzy. "Gotta think straight...
gotta... focus," she thought to herself as she contorted her face with every
lift. Each and every muscle group began expanding, each rep a countdown to
doom for her ill-fated outfit.

While changing several large plates, she heard the doorbell ring. Her first
impulse was to ignore it and keep working out, but it could have been from
work, and she had to answer. This was spoiling her mood. "Just a freakin'
minute," she screamed. As the door bell kept ringing, she became so frustrated
she grabbed the iron bar that she had just set down. She thought, "This better
be important, or I'm going to bend whoever it is like a pretzel..."

"...LIKE THIS," she screamed as she began to twist and bend the heavy bar. As
she did, her top began to rip furiously, and her flannel overshirt started
showing signs of stress at the sleeves and shoulders. When she finished
turning the metal bar into a pretzel, she was very well relaxed.

She quickly toweled off and buttoned the overshirt as best she could, then
answered the door... A handsome man was on the other side.

"Yes, what can I help you with?" she asked, surprised by this unexpected
visit.

"You are the most beautiful and muscular thing I have seen in a long time...
Do you mind if I come in?"

As strange as it could seem, she let him in. She didn't know why, but she
trusted him. And besides, he looked extremely appealing.

"Did you know we are neighbors?" he asked, and then continued. "Well, not
exactly. I live across the street, on the fourth floor. I'm sorry you didn't
bother to look there, but I looked your way and I like the way you work out."

She felt so ashamed, she blushed. She did not expect to be someone else's
subject, but she felt flattered to be. For some reason, she thought this was a
fantasy coming true, meeting a stranger like that and revealing oneself to him
before even knowing his name.

"What is your name anyway?" she asked.

"Brant," came the answer. "And I know yours: Michelle, right? I have been
watching you for a while and I must say, you are quite impressive," said
Brant, taking her small hand in his and placing a soft kiss on her fingertips.
"You see, I rather enjoy women with muscles."

In her mental state, aroused as she was, she couldn't resist this living
temptation in front of her and took his hand, placing it on her thick neck. He
looked in her eyes and asked, "Are you sure this is what you want?" Her answer
was a passionate kiss.

He took her in his arms, moving his hands along the mountains and valleys of
her muscular back. He grabbed her on her thick and rounded glutes, pulling her
closer, and crushing her aroused nipples on his chest. She wanted him so bad.
She had been waiting for someone to come into her life, but she didn't expect
him to be watching her through a telescope.

He wanted her so bad, but she made the first move. She pulled his shirt off,
sending buttons flying everywhere. They were both hungry for each other. "I
adore a man who's got the body of an Adonis," she whispered as she felt his
upper body come alive with thick muscles. Simultaneously, hands met for only a
brief moment as they began exploring each other pubic areas. She slowly turned
around, grinding her butt into his enlarging crotch. Employing the old bump
and grind, she looked up at him and began to moan as she lay into him. "You
really enjoy a woman who has big muscles?" she whispered.

"Yes," he whispered back.

Michelle then mounted him and began to kiss him, deep, parting his lips with
her tongue.

They finally ended up on the floor on some mats. Michelle sat up and asked in
a very throaty voice, "Do women with big muscles really turn you on?" She
began grinding her wet leotard against his continuing hardening shaft. "Don't
answer," she whispered. "Just watch." Clothing began to rip as Michelle slowly
and sensuously flexed her muscles.

As the prominent muscle groups grew, she discarded each shard of cloth that
became obsolete. She soon was naked except for her dripping panties. She then
stretched her body over his. Brant removed his pants, then her panties, and
began kissing her up one side, then down the other. She was crazy with
pleasure. He finally got inside her in one quick stroke. She put her arms and
legs around him and got him deeper and deeper into her. They felt they were on
fire. His thrusts were long and deep and, with each move, they were closer to
climax.

They came at the same time, powerfully, and collapsed in each other's arms.
Across the street, the couple she had started off watching were smoking a
cigarette and enjoying the same feeling of fulfillment.