Thanks for the kind input . This new board format has me a little baffled, I baffle easily..lol. I think I liked the old format better...

Anybody got chapters 4 and 8? I can't access them. It's not fun if you can't read the whole thing.

AlexG wrote:
You know I've been long thinking about starting a (sticky) thread, call it "Everyday Amazon Encounters" for the lack of a better phrase, where people here can post their close encounter stories with everyday Amazonian-esque women.

Not about contest women, or about sessions, but those off-the-cuff, spontaneous encounters in public.

The truth - and the thrill - is out there, somewhere.

I want to believe.

Oh, those women I met today would make you believe.

I know I do. I just wish could pursue it.

Nothing new where it concerns Dobbins - or "Dobbie Bill", as he was nicknamed in AAWA many yrs ago - pushing his "opinions" as gospel.

No matter how often he was refuted by some of the denizens of the news group with the facts, being the true believer in blowing his own horn, he relentlessly remained unpersuaded.

I just recently bought a house on the NW side of Chicago and there is a Home Depot just 5 minutes away. I was there today getting stuff to fix up the interior before I move in. I was helped by 2 women who were drop dead gorgeous. Both were Hispanic and, unfortunately, half my age.

The first was thin but very curvy with a smile to die for. She had very tight jeans on that showed she had a little muscle in her legs. The kind you see when someone walks a lot. She had this deep brown skin and dark eyes that would make anyone fall in love. A pleasant voice, too.

The secong one was even more notable. She was working hardware and helped me pick out a good, but inexpensive, cordless drill. She was about 5'5" or 6", same as the other and that same honey brown tan skin color with brown eyes. Her dark brown hair was long but in a bun and streaked with light brown highlights.
The first thing you notice about her is her shoulders. They weren't massively wide, but they were thick and formed subtle caps at the top of her arms. Her neck was pleasantly corded and flanked with nice sloping trapezius muscles on either side.
As I followed her down the aisle, I watched her walk, discreetly (I didn't want to look like a leering fool). Her legs and butt filled her jeans out tautly without the slightest inkling of jiggle. You could even see her panty and bra lines through her cloths when she moved in a certain way. There was absolutely no indentation or cutting into her body by them.
But the "piece de resistance" was her arms. She lifted a boxed drill from the shelf with one hand. Her forearm was powerful and mildly striated, you could see a good amout of the muscles and tendons but they weren't "ripped". She handed the box to me and was momentarily surprised by the heft of it after seeing her lift it so easily. Almost like it was box of kleenex.
She showed me a few more and I finally settled a B&D 14.4 volt. As we wrapped up, I was struggling with a way to politely ask about her physical condition and not put her on the defensive. I finally settled on "May I ask you personal question?"
She agreed and I asked her if she works out. She said yes, for a couple hours a day, 6 days a week. She said she started in high school and still does it for fun.
I told her that she looked great and I could tell she was fairly strong by how easily she lifted the boxes one handed.
She smiled at me and pushed up one shortsleeved arm of her Home Depot t-shirt and brought her fist up to about chest height. It wasn't huge but boy was it awesome. I would call it a nice shaped half baseball as seen from this point of view. There was a hint of a vein bisecting it, front to back. The muscle on the outside of her arm, just below the bicep also poked it's head up and added to the general look of what is obviously a very strong arm.
She smiled again, let her arm down and walked with me, not in front of as HD associates usually do, asking about the house, what has been done, what needs to be done, etc.
At the checkout, she took the drill and other stuff I had, placed it on the belt, then shook my hand (nicccce grip). She said if I need more help, just come back and ask for her.
To hell with Lowe's or Menard's, Home Depot has got all my biz now.

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  Ah, fond memories of John Byrne's run on FF.