The Hill-Side Story
Vampire  Vampire_Lamia@yahoo.co.uk 
Muscle and nature strike a sensational balance


The morning was so beautiful. There were full grey and black clouds
everywhere. Since I've always enjoyed cool rainy days, my heart was filled
with pure ineffable joy. Cold winds were starting to blow , shaking up large
oak trees, as its leaves fell down on the green grass below.

My house was on the country side, with a brook running a few miles away. On
the other side of my house were small green hills. Heavy oak and pine trees
were in abundance. Large scapes of land were covered with rich green grass,
and as the tiny drops of rain water fell on them, they seemed to sparkle like
small pearls.

I was wearing a black slack suit below my dark raincoat. I picked up an
umbrella from inside my house and left. As the rain was very mild, I didn't
drive, instead I started walking towards the small country market barely half
a mile away.

After reaching the market, I entered Mr. Sidebottom's shop. I browsed through
the vast columns of books. Having selected two books, I went up to the front
desk, and made the payment. After talking a while with Mr. Sidebottom, I
headed back. I ran into a few more acquaintances on the way, since our village
is small indeed. It is a lovely sleepy hamlet with not more than a thousand
people, and the houses are well apart from each other. So everyone is entitled
to a quite and sedate life.

After reaching home I sat down on my rocking chair beside a window and started
reading a book. I was a painter by profession. Every month, my agent used to
come to my house and take away my paintings to sell them in the town. I was
earning a more than handsome income from my paintings.

I painted leisurely at my convenience, and had a lot of spare time which I
spent reading or roaming around the lovely country side.

As I was reading, the phone started ringing. I got up to pick the reciever.

"Hey old chap! How are you?" I heard a familiar voice.

"Hey Steve! What a pleasant surprise!" It was my friend from the city. Steve
and I had met in the college and had become really good friends. After
college, he started his law practice in the city and I took recluse in this
lovely country side. It had been a year since we had completed our college.
But Steve and I had been in touch. Every month we used to talk through phone.

"How goes the hermit's life?" He asked teasingly.

"I am good. How's your practice?"

"Couldn't be better! By the way Mike, I called you for an important matter."

"I am listening."

"My kid sister Victoria wants to visit a quite country side. She is a writer.
She is writing a novel where the main story takes place in a quite village
like yours. She is coming tomorrow by 5:30 train."

"I'll have the guestroom ready."

Next day in the evening, I left for the railway station. It is around ten
miles away, so I left at 5:15. The railway station is a rather small one with
just a single platform, and a solitary room, used as everything from statio
master's office to ticket counter.

The station was virtually empty as I stood there waiting for the train to
come. After a while I spotted the train coming from a distance. It stopped
slowly, and I stood waiting outside since Steve had forgotten to tell me the
coach no., and I had forgotten to ask. I was alarmed as no one stepped out of
the train since the train had a stoppage of barely a minute. Then suddenly I
saw someone emerging out of the last car.

My God! Was she a beauty. She was as fair as daisies. Her face was a perfect
oval with sharp exquisite features. She was about 5'9" tall, dressed in a
black body suit which showed her wide shoulders. She looked so amazingly
beatiful. Her body looked strong and sexy even with full length clothes on.
She was radiating some sort of charm, which took my breath away. She had a
large bag in her left hand and a backpack slung over her broad shoulders.

"Hi." She said as she came nearer. Even her voice was seductive.

"Hello! Are you Victoria?" I asked still dazed as I held out my hand.

"Yes! and you must be Mike." She said and holding out her hand grabbed mine
with a strength which almost made me wince. She seemed oblivious of the fact
that she was hurting me. Her hand seemed like a steel vice that could have
crushed mine, had she chosen to do so.

I felt alleviated as our handclasp ended. I couldn't believe that a 20 year
old girl could be so strong, as to make a 22 year old man wince in pain merely
by a handshake.

"Here let me..." I said as I took her large bag she was holding with her left
hand. It seemed so light as she was holding it with such ease, but as soon as
I started lifting it, I was unable to do so. For me it was so heavy that I had
to use both my hands to lift it, barely off the ground.

"Oh, I am so sorry." She said as she saw me struggling with her bag. "I forgot
to tell you, it is a bit heavy." She took the bag from me and held it in the
air effortlessly. I was abashed to say the least as she carried both the bags
to the car.

"Please do not feel embarrassed. Those bags were really heavy." She said
sweetly noticing my chagrined face.

"But you were able to lift them so easily."

"Oh. Didn't Steve tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"That besides being a writer, I am also an athlete. I am heavy into swimming,
gymnastics, javelin and short distance running."

"Wow!" I exclaimed amazed. No matter she looked so beefed up. "By the way, you
mentioned you were a writer. I haven't met such a young writer in my life."

"I wrote my first story when I was ten. It was published in a small magazine.
I wrote my first novel when I was 18. Have you read 'The Debacle'?"

"You mean to say, you wrote that novel. Yeah, now I remember, it was written
by Victoria Kalish. Great!" I said all excited. Her smile was driving me
crazy.

We reached home in a few minutes. I showed her to her room. She loved it since
it had large windows which opened up to the vast lawn behind the house.

"Why don't I let you rest a while? Meanwhile I'll run upto the market to get a
few things. I just remembered, we're out of milk." I said.

"Can I go with you?" She asked.

"You should rest, please. I'll be back in a minute. In the meantime make
yourself at home."

"OK."

I drove up to the market and returned in half an hour. It doesn't take long,
but I ran into Mrs. Harker. And she talks like hours.

I noisily closed the door to let her know, that I had returned. She came out
of her room. And I lost it. She looked so breathtakingly sexy that I felt
myself stiffening immediately. She was wearing a pink chemise. Her bare arms
looked so strong and sinewy, that I just wanted to touch them, even though the
next minute she could beat the crap out of me. Her arms moved slightly and her
biceps got tensed into hard round mounds of muscle. A sexy vein ran through
her large biceps. Her forearms were huge with puffy veins running all over
like slim snakes. Her shoulders were heavily muscled. And her neck was long
but quite stocky with veins and muscle. Her stomach was firm and taut with
tight muscles. She had a complete six pack. Her jeans were tight and her
thighs were even tighter. They were large and huge slabs of meat. Her mammoth
thighs bulged with every step, and her calves were even more amazing. They
were plain thick bulging with tough muscles. Even her feet were larger than
mine.

She noticed my reaction, and smiled.

"A lot of people have that reaction."

"Oh..umm. I am sorry." I said.

"No its okay. I remember, even Mike had that reaction when he saw my muscles."

She insisted on preparing dinner and I let her. After dinner, she suggested
that we go out for an after-dinner stroll. We headed out. The wind was cold
and piercing. We strolled through the green wet grass. She slipped her hand
into mine, and we walked for a few minutes in the romantically cold moonlit
night. She told me about herself, her life, her MUSCLES and I told her about
mine.

When I was starting to sense a kind of heat building up, she said, "lets go, I
am very sleepy."

We returned and she retired to her room. I also went to my room and lied down
on the bed.

I was unable to sleep, I just couldn't stop thinking about Victoria. Suddenly,
my door opened slightly and I saw the athletic figure of Victoria slide in
gracefully. Our eyes met and I got up. We stood face to face. She turned back,
bolted the door and we tumbled on the bed kissing each other with wild
abandon. I got bolder with my advances. She smiled. Seeing the protrusion in
my slacks, she tapped it with her finger and said, "Somethings working
overtime."

For the rest of the story, you'll have to wait for the book to be published.