[jdm022]

This is a continuation of my story "Briarton".  For all new viewers, you should read my original post to get caught up to this point.  ;D

Post-Pool Incident

While I stood near the steps of the pool, Courtney gathered our towels and walked back towards me.  She was only wearing her bikini now and with each step she took, her hard bulging thigh muscles popped to attention.  They were hard and defined and I immediately realized why I was unable to release myself from their grip just minutes earlier.  Courtney arrived at the steps above me and held out my towel.  I grabbed it immediately and wrapped myself in it to conceal my obvious erection.

I followed Courtney to our elevator and was just in awe of her.  I had already been amazed by her new hard physique, but now there was something else.  It was this inner and outer strength and confidence she now exuded.  She seemed somehow better than her surroundings but at the same time she had this innocence and didn’t realize she now had this amazing aurora about her. 

We hadn’t said a word since I barked at her in the pool so I had to break the ice.  I kind of pointed at her right thigh and said, “Pretty tight grip you have there pal.”  I then looked at her left thigh and said, “You too buddy.”  Courtney laughed immediately as I had made a joke out of a pretty tense situation.  My wife than patted my Johnson and said, “Well, he seemed to enjoy it.”  The mood was immediately lightened and I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss.  Then Courtney grabbed my torso right where she had held me with her python type leg grip.  An immediate pain shot through my body and I jumped back and let out an “ahhh”.  “My god honey,” she said, “did I hurt you?”  I said, “Wow, I think you may have broken my rib in the pool.”

I kind of gingerly walked into the room and laid down on the bed.  Her little squeeze in the elevator must have pushed a cracked rib into my lung and it really hurt to breath.  Courtney now felt pretty bad about her little show of strength and wanted to make me feel better.  As I laid on the bed, she did a little striptease and muscle show.  She flexed her biceps and unflexed them several times so I could see them relax and then pop to attention over and over again.  Even the pain I was feeling couldn’t keep me from getting aroused.  Courtney was happy to see that and she crawled up the bed and mounted me.  Her weight was too much and I began to have a hard time breathing again.  My wife could tell it hurt so she crawled off me and began to give me a blow job.  It was a nice consolation and she finished the job nicely.

I was still having a bit of pain but in a great mood any way because of my wife’s frisky mood.  She again went into the bathroom and started to get ready.  I asked her what the plan was for tonight.  She said, “I have a surprise for you dear.  Your brother and his girlfriend are meeting us for dinner tonight.”  I hadn’t seen my younger brother and his girlfriend for over a year, since they lived on the east coast and were unable to make it to the last Christmas gathering, so this was really exciting news.  “How’d you pull that off.” I asked.  “Tiffany and I had been planning this gathering for a few months.” She answered.

My brother was a year and a half younger than me but we were really close.  We fought a bit as kids but by the time we were in high school, we always covered each others back.  I hadn’t seen him at all or really talked to him that much over the previous year so I was really excited about tonight. 

Still in a bit of discomfort, I began to get ready.  Because the trip was a surprise by my wife, she had done all my packing.  We were going to meet Mike and Tiffany at a nice steak restaurant so Courtney laid a nice pair of slacks and a shirt on the bed for me.  I hadn’t worn the slacks in over a year and immediately realized they were way too big.  My once 34” waist was now a 30” or 31” so I was swimming in the pants.  I figured the belt would take care of the issue but it didn’t have a hole far enough down on it to hold my pants tight.  Next I put on the nice Armani shirt Courtney had laid out.  I hadn’t worn it in a year either and it was easily one and a half or two sizes too big.

Just as I was finishing putting on my shoes, at least they fit, Courtney walked out of the bathroom.  I expected to see her in the long black dress she wore the night before, but instead, she wore a beautiful navy blue silk dress with spaghetti straps.  Instead of going to mid calf it was quite short and stopped at her knee, exposing her amazing calf muscles.  She had on matching high heel shoes and carried a small purse.  Her beautiful arms and shoulders were glistening from something she put on them and her hair was down and flowed nicely to just above her mid back.  I said, “My god honey, you’ve gotta quit doing this to me.  I’m having a hard time even looking at you with out getting excited.”  “I know” she said, “that’s why I love wearing almost nothing, I like getting you all riled up.”  With that, she took my arm and we walked out of the room.

Courtney and I hoped in the car and sped off to the restaurant.  I had my hand on Courtney’s gorgeous thigh and even as it was relaxed as she sat, I could still feel the muscle and mass it contained.  I found myself looking at her more than I looked at the road.  I just couldn’t keep my eyes of her magnificent body.  We soon arrived at the restaurant and walked inside.  Mike and Tiffany were already seated and the hostess walked us up to them.  As we arrived at the table a look of shock and awe came across their faces.  It was obvious they were amazed at the newly muscled Courtney.  Tiffany immediately told Courtney how gorgeous she was while giving her a hug.  Mike and I shook hands and there were hugs all around. 
As soon as we sat down, Mike asked about Courtney’s amazing shape and a fifteen minute conversation about that ensued.

Courtney gave the obligatory arm flex and Mike and Tiffany both felt how hard it was.  I too was excited about how good Courtney looked but I got a lot of pleasure watching Mike and Tiffs reaction to her.  My wife was getting a little tired of the talk about her muscles and bragged to Tiffany and Mike how I was just about to run a marathon and had been training hard for it over the last year or more.

Tiffany was impressed that I was about to run a marathon and said it was obvious I had lost a lot of weight since we had last seen each other.  She asked how much weight I had lost so I let her and Mike know I had lost almost 40 pounds and was down to 158.  Even Courtney seemed surprised that I was down to that weight as Mike said, “Really, that’s crazy. I was always skinnier than you and I’m at 190.” “Well”, I said, “I can still beat you at arm wrestling.”

During our youth, Mike would constantly challenge me to arm wrestling matches and I beat him every single time. But my big mouth was about to get me in trouble.  Mike immediately took up the challenge and put out his arm on the table.  I laughed and tried to get out of it, since we were at a nice restaurant, but Mike was determined.  I said, “OK” and put my arm out as well.  We clinched fists and one of the girls said “Go”.  Within a second or two, Mike began to move my arm backwards and I knew I was in trouble.  I struggled with all my strength to stop the movement, but it was no use.  Within six seconds, Mike had pinned my arm to the table.  It was an all time first for him and he threw his arms up in victory smiling from ear to ear.
The girls got a kick out of it too and told me I had passed the title on to my little brother.

The egging lasted a few minutes until the waiter arrived.  We began to order our food.  Tiffany ordered a small filet mignon,  Mike ordered a New York steak, I ordered a Chicken Caesar salad and then Courtney ordered.  To the astonishment of Mike and Tiffany, C ordered a large filet, a chicken breast, a large baked potato and extra broccoli.  As Mike looked at her in awe, Courtney held up her right arm and flexed.  The biceps muscle again bulged up and Courtney said, with a smile on her face, “Gotta feed the guns!”  We all laughed hysterically.

Our dinners all arrived and we began eating and making small chit chat.  A few minutes later, I kind of shifted awkwardly in my chair and my broken rib shot a sharp pain through my body.  I made an odd, loud noise making my discomfort obvious to everyone.  With Mike and Tiffany looking on, Courtney said, “Honey are you all right?  Is it you rib again?”  I couldn’t really talk so I just moaned a soft yes.

Tiffany wanted to know what happened so Courtney began to relay the story to her and Mike.  She said, “I was just playing around and put Jim in a scissor hold in the pool and began dunking him under water.  During one of the dunkings, I accidentally squeezed him too tightly and might have broken one of his ribs.”
Tiffany said, “Well, it’s obvious you’ve gotten pretty strong over the last year, but how were you Just, Dunking Him Under Water?”  Courtney realized more explanation was needed so she relayed the whole story about holding onto a rock overhang and getting me in a scissor hold while forcing me under water a few times.  In her defense, she said she thought I could get out of it the whole time and didn’t realize she had almost drown me while also breaking a rib.

Again, Tiffany looked at me and asked, “So Jim, how did it feel being overpowered by your meager little wifey?”  I said, “Feel her thighs and then tell me how “Meager” she is.”  Tiff reached under the table and felt Courtney’s thigh.  Courtney then extended her leg and flexed her thigh muscles.  “Damn girl” Tiffany said, “That’s as solid as a rock!”  “See what I mean” I chirped back at her.  As Mike, Tiffany and Courtney talked about the incident earlier and my apparent lack of manhood, I had to chime in.  So I bragged, “Hey Mike, the sex….off the fucking charts man. With my endurance and her fitness, it’s been utterly amazing.”  Mike looked back at Courtney and nodded his head in approval saying, “Right on Brother, Right on.”  Courtney had a big smile on her face so it was obvious she was also stoked with our recent sexual experience as well and said, “His running is paying off in more ways than one.”

The rest of the dinner went great and Mike was talking about needing to get in a little better shape while Tiffany was asking my wife for diet advice.  We had passed the point of amazement and were just talking normally.  Mike and I began talking sports while the girls went on about whatever.  After an hour or so, we decided to head to the bar for one last drink before heading back to our Hotel.  While there, one drink turned into two and then three.
 
Being funny, Tiffany asked how I felt about having a wife who could kick my ass.  I laughed and said, “let’s not get carried away Tiff, she caught me by surprise with a leg hold and that’s the extent of it.”  Tiff was drunk though and she would not let it go.  She decided that we should arm-wrestle right there at the bar.  I tried to change the subject and told Tiff we had arm-wrestled a week ago.  Mike’s girlfriend sure was persistent and drunk so I finally agreed to a match with Courtney.

Courtney was a bit drunk too and there was this gleam in her eye and a slight grin on her face as we put our arms across the small bar table to begin the match.  “You sure about this?” I asked Courtney.  She replied, “I think so” but it wasn’t a questioning “I think so”, it was more like an “I’m about to prove to you how strong I am” “I think so”.  We were about to start the contest and I quickly thought back to our previous match at home.  She hadn’t beaten me then, but then again, we only arm-wrestled for five seconds.  A nervous feeling shot through me as Courtney tightened her grip.  It was strong and solid and I could feel my hand being crushed by her strength.  She started to put her full force into the match while my brother held our hands in the top neutral position.  I too put all my force into the match and waited for Mike to let go of our clinched fists.

Mike removed his grip and said, “Go!”.  Immediately, I felt Courtney’s amazing strength and within a millisecond she began to force my arm down.  Courtney’s biceps flexed greatly and the muscle and a large vein running down it seemed unbeatable.  I was glad I was wearing a long sleeve shirt because my biceps was definitely not very impressive.  Trying to avoid defeat, my other arm was grasping the other side of the table and I tried to pull with it too.  It gave me a small advantage and I was able to hold my position for two more seconds before she began to force my hand down again.  As I felt helpless against her strength I was also amazingly surprised at how strong she was.  I blurted out, “Jesus Christ!” as she quickly finished the match by slamming my hand against the table.  In unison Mike, Tiffany and I said, “Holy Shit!” in utter disbelief that she had beaten me so easily.  I think we all thought she had a chance to beat me but not so quickly.

Courtney looked at me with a rye but questioning smile.  I think she wanted to know I was OK with her being stronger than me.  I quickly grabbed her biceps and squeezed it tightly.  I leaned in for a kiss and congratulated her on the victory.  Just to let her know I was OK with her strength, I made her challenge Mike to a match.  I didn’t think she would win, but I was hoping she could last a while against him.  Tiffany was excited about the idea too so she made Mike commit to it.

Sure enough, Mike and Courtney locked grips to begin the contest.  I held their hands in check and then let go and said, “GO!”  They immediately put all their strength into the match.  This one was much closer though and they were stalemated with Mike having a slight advantage.  The blood was flowing through Courtney’s arm and the veins in her biceps and beautiful forearms began to pop out.  A good ten to fifteen seconds went by with only a slight movement in their position.  Finally, Mike began to tire and Courtney slowly moved his arm down towards the table.  He gave a couple last gasp efforts but within ten seconds, Courtney leaned in and forced his arm down.  Even Courtney was amazed that she, at 148 pounds beat my brother, at 190.

The evening wound down and we all decided to go back to our hotels.  During the car ride home, Courtney asked me if she went a little overboard by beating me and Mike at arm-wrestling.  I said, “No honey, we were all pretty frickin’ impressed by it actually.”  “Hmmm” she said, “So it doesn’t bother you that I’m a little stronger than you?”  I replied, “Not at all babe” then I grabbed her hand and placed it on my crotch to prove the point.  “Well” she came back, “would it bother you if I got even stronger?” Being the supportive husband, I said, “Nope, I’ll support you 100% if that’s what you want to do.”  Courtney then leaned over and gave me a big kiss on the cheek and said, “Thank you honey, you’re the best.”………

[scat]

very good !
i can't wait for the next part.
i give you a big kiss on the cheek and say, "Thank you jdm022, you're the best."……… ;D

[ratlaf]

Very nice addtion to the story.  She wants to grow even stronger?  Right on!  I'd be just as supportive as he is…!!!!!!!  ::)  ;D

[trilliwig]

Very nice!  But, uh, shouldn't he get that rib looked at?  At least Courtney seems to be turning out to be a good egg.  ;D

[Fonk]

I like that. Long may this story continue!

[jdm022]

Grocery

Spending the weekend with Courtney, Mike and Tiffany was great but I was glad to get home and heal.  My right side really did hurt and I wanted to get well in time for my marathon in a month.  On the first day back, I took the morning off of work and went to my doctor.  He had to take some x-rays but of course wanted to know what had happened.  I decided to tell him the truth, that my wife had really been working out and when she put a leg squeeze on me, she may have injured me.  The doctor just wrote down the info and sent me off to the x-ray room.

I had to wait about a half an hour, but when the doctor came back with my results, he had some bad news.  Apparently I had two broken ribs and one fractured rib.  He then let me know it would take about six weeks to heal and there was no way I would be running a marathon.  I was already bummed enough, and then he asked me if I wanted to press assault charges on my wife.  Of course I was shocked by his question and told him that would not be necessary. 

The news from the doctor really had me upset.  I had been training for this marathon for over a year, and now I wasn’t going to be able to run in it.  I was really needing a good cheer up from Courtney so I went home and waited for her to arrive.  Sure enough, around seven o’clock, I heard her arrive.  I walked outside and noticed she had a ton of groceries.  As I walked up to the open hatch on her CRV I was again struck by her presence.  She had always stayed a bit covered up and for some reason; today she had on running shoes, short black workout shorts and a small lime green workout bra with her hair pulled into a pony tail.  She looked absolutely stunning and her muscles were slightly pumped up from her recent workout.  She was bent over at the waist leaning into the car and I ogled at her amazing thighs.  At the same time, I again noticed something amazing about her.  From the side view I had, I could see her hamstring muscles bulging out from behind her leg.  Immediately aroused, I just couldn’t believe the shape my wife was now in.  I felt like I was married to a finely tuned Olympic sprinter.  Regaining my composure, I leaned over and gave her a kiss.

In helping her grab the bags, I noticed that a sharp pain went through my right side when I tried to use that arm.  So I grabbed two bags with my left arm and began walking inside.  The bags were really heavy and since I couldn’t use my right arm to shift the weight, I put the bags down for a few seconds.  After resting my good arm for 15 to 20 seconds, I grabbed the two bags and carried them inside.  By the time I got to the kitchen, my arm was again tired, and I could not lift the bags up to the counter top.  After resting a few more seconds, I lifted the bags onto the counter one at a time.
I was curious why the bags were so heavy and looked inside them.  One had two gallons of milk and the other had two 2-liter bottles of Diet Coke.  I didn’t feel too much like a wimp once I realized what was in the bags.  I figured a gallon of milk probably weighs 12-15 pounds and a 2-liter Coke probably weighs 8-10.  If I figured right, I was trying to lift about 50 pounds from floor level to three or four feet.

Just as I started to feel good about myself, Courtney walked into the kitchen.  She looked beautiful with her pumped up legs and beautiful round shoulders as she heaved the remaining six bags of groceries onto the counter.  I was glad to get the heavy bags for her but didn’t let her know I had to stop on the way in because they were too heavy.  Always curious, I looked into the first bag; it had two gallons of drinking water in it.  I then looked into the second bag and noticed it had two more 2-liter bottles of Diet Coke in it.  The third bag had liquid detergent and other household items, the fourth had pounds and pounds of chicken breast, the fifth contained several cartons of eggs and the last bag had a big bag of potatoes inside.

Courtney had quickly left to run a quick errand.  That was going to give me a few minutes to figure this shit out.  I quickly grabbed the scale in the bathroom and brought it to the kitchen.  I stood on the scale with my two bags and calculated their weight at about 28 pounds.  I was immediately depressed realizing I couldn’t fucking lift 30 pounds from off the ground to the top of the counter with my left arm.  After again realizing I was becoming a fucking wimp, I weighed myself a few times with the different bags Courtney brought in.  Her bags came to a total of 76 pounds.  I somehow convinced myself that if I could have used my right arm too, I may have managed to bring in her bags, but I did have to give her a bit of credit since she didn’t have to through her weight into getting her bags on the counter.  She just kind lifted them up in a biceps curl type motion.

I put the groceries away threw on some sweats.  I couldn’t remember ever doing it, but I decided to take some measurements.  I grabbed the fabric measuring tape and threw it around my flexed arm.  It measured 12 ¾ “.  I knew that was small, but when you’re trying to scale way down to run a marathon, you’re going to lose some mass.  My forearm was slightly over 11”, my thigh measured 21” and my calf was 14.5”  I had just finished measuring by the time Courtney got back from her errand.

She walked into the kitchen again holding several bags.  She placed them on the counter and I again walked over to look inside.  As I looked inside I said, “What is all this stuff honey?”  She said, “It’s nutritional supplements and protein powders babe, just like what I’ve been taking for months.”  “I know”, I replied, “It just seems like it’s a lot more stuff than you normally get.”  My wife looked at me with a slightly serious look and said, “Well, I’m taking my training and nutrition in a new direction just to see how it goes.” 

It seemed to me like she brought home a lot more than usual but I didn’t have any clue what her dieting consisted of so I let it go.  I did have to tell her the bad news about my ribs though.  As I did, Courtney immediately started to tear up about it and walked over to give me a light hug.  Just the touch of her amazing body made me feel better.  I couldn’t stand to see her cry so I let her off the hock by telling her I signed up for a marathon in Lewis County just three months later.  Courtney was happy to hear that and a slight smile came across her face.

As I stood peering into my wife’s eyes I couldn’t help but grab her beautiful arms.  They were not flexed as her hands were down by my waist but they still felt full and amazing.  Even without flexing them they kind of bulged out from the side from all her triceps work.  I figured she was in the right mood so I told her to wait there for a second.  Courtney cocked her head slightly and said sarcastically, “What are you up to?”  “I just want to see something real quick.” I yelled back to her as I scurried down the hall.

Just 30 seconds later I walked back into the kitchen with a fabric measuring tape.  Courtney realized what I was up to immediately and said, “Oh no you don’t.”  “You broke two of my ribs honey”, I said “you owe me.”  Courtney stood there with a huge grin on her face, knowing she did in fact owe me and said, “Hmmmmm, I guess I do babe, measure away.”

I was happy she agreed and started with her beautiful calf muscle.  She flexed it for me and it was rock hard.  I pulled the tape around it and got it to just under 15”.  Next, I had her tense up her beautiful thigh.  As I pulled the tape around, she unflexed it and then flexed it again in rapid succession.  It blew my mind and I had to keep myself in control.  Her thigh was also solid and measured 23”.  Then I made her flex her right biceps.  The peak of her arm muscle popped to attention and I massaged it lovingly for a few seconds before measuring it.  As I pulled the tape around it, I was impressed by it’s size of 13”.  Lastly I measured her forearm at 11.5”.  The recent workout had pumped it up a bit too and I loved looking at the several visible blood pumping veins running through it.  I had quickly come to realize that her muscles were all slightly larger than mine and a state of awe came over me.

Courtney obviously got a bit frisky pumping her muscles for me.  I was standing with my back against the refrigerator looking down as I was winding up the tape.  Courtney, standing in front of me, lightly pushed me back against the door with her left arm and leaned in against me.  As she did, I felt her strength as she reached into my pants and began to give me a nice warm hand job.  I knew this would lead to a possible blow job, but as I looked down and watched her beautiful arm pulsating and tensing up as she pleasured me, I lost control.  I had quickly made a mess in my pants but just couldn’t help it.  Just being in her amazing presence got me riled up and the simple touch of her skin against mine sent me into orbit.  Courtney gave me a kiss and said, “I love you!” as I walked down the hall to clean up.

[ratlaf]

Oooooh!  A new direction in her training and diet.  I can't wait…  ::)

[jdm022]

New Gym

Over the next month, I really had to cut down the calories.  I wasn’t going to be able to run while my ribs healed but I didn’t want to gain any unwanted weight.  I always ate light before but was able to cheat a little knowing I was burning so many calories during my runs.  I never even counted my calories, but realized I was taking in about 3000 per day.  With my light activity, I was now only burning 2200 per day tops.  Knowing this, I cut down to 2000 calories per day and started using Hydroxycut weight burner. 

At the same time, Courtney was really ramping up her intake.  I would get up early like normal to go to work, and Courtney would be in the kitchen preparing several meals.  She had Protein Bars, Tuna, grilled chicken, vegetables, pills galore, yogurt and more.  Her new training regiment had her eating six or seven meals a day.  I couldn’t believe how much she was now eating and I started calling her, “Feed Courtney”.  She was only a week or so into this new training and I asked her if it was showing results.  She said, “No, not yet, but I should start showing some real gains in a month or so.”

Weekends were made for us since we really didn’t spend time together during the week.  Unfortunately, we weren’t going to get to spend the next three together because my company was sending me to Germany for three weeks to learn new business software systems well enough to teach everyone in all four of our offices.  I really pressed my boss to send someone else, but he knew I was the man for the job and insisted.  I would be leaving the following night, as we had to get the new software up ASAP.

The night I got the bad news, I waited up for Courtney to get home.  Nine thirty rolled around and Courtney walked into the bedroom.  She looked amazing as always but was kind of covered up.  She had on skin tight black workout tights which accentuated her beautiful thighs and calves but was wearing a thick sweat shirt with the sleeves cut off.  It seemed a little “Butch” to me but it exposed her awesome shoulders and arms, she looked great, and I wasn’t complaining.

I decided to tell her the bad news about my upcoming travel.  “Honey” I said, “I know we had just experienced the most amazing weekend of our lives and I don’t want to spend even a day away from you, but I have to go to Germany for 3 weeks for work.”  Courtney was visibly bummed about it too, but then looked at me and said, “Look at the bright side, at least your going while you can’t train.  When you get back, you’ll be almost healed and ready to run.”  Courtney really put a great spin on it.

I then kissed her deeply and said, “You’re a bit sweaty babe, let’s get you in the shower.”  She laughed and led me into the bathroom.  We got the shower all nice and steamy and turned out the lights.  We then stepped in the shower and felt the warm water running down our bodies.  I felt for the soap and began to slowly massage and clean Courtney’s back.  It was hard with small bumps and mounds all over letting me know the power she was developing.  Soon, as I stood behind her, I reached around and began to soap up her firm round breasts.  Her nipples got hard and I knew she was enjoying my massage.  In just a few minutes Courtney bent over reached back, and grabbed my erection.  She massaged it briefly and then inserted it into her wet warm pussy.  It was home and I began to move in and out faster and faster, immediately I realized my ribs did not hurt in this position.  I slowed the pace greatly, hoping to extend the session.  Luckily, with the lights out, I was unable to see her amazing body and it helped me prolong the event into a 30 minute love fest.

The soap and warm water were now gone and Courtney had exalted in ecstasy twice.  With cool water now washing our tired bodies, Courtney turned around and embraced me.  No words were spoken but we felt as one in that moment.  Although we had been together for a few years, I felt closer to her at that moment than I did with my own mother at birth.  After a few more amazing moments together, we stepped out of the shower and toweled each other off.  Courtney and I then got in bed and fell fast asleep. 

I woke up in the middle of the night amazingly hot.  Courtney and I never really cuddle but we had fallen asleep in each others arm.  I didn’t realize how unbelievably hot she was.  I was burning up as her muscles were like a furnace.  As I went to slip away she subconsciously tightened her hold on me.  I tried again, and immediately her hold strengthened.  I could have woken her up, but instead, I began to slowly massage her gorgeous buff arm and shoulder.  She seemed to like it and made some muffled sounds of approval as I caressed her.  I probably continued massaging her for another hour and then I too was back asleep.

With the usual hugs kisses and tears, I left for Germany the next day.  I’m not going to bore you with the details but I was able to keep my calories down, stayed on Hydroxycut and lost 6 more pounds.  I was excited to get home and see Courtney of course, but I was also excited to start up my training and run the race I had been trying to run for a year.  Courtney and I stayed in touch the whole time, and we engaged in a bit of phone sex to keep us moderately satisfied while apart.

The Germany trip was over and I flew back to the states.  I wanted to surprise Courtney since I got back six hours early.  I drove to her gym and walked inside.  One of the front desk girls was there and I asked her to go get Courtney.  At that point, she told me that Courtney had started working out a Golds Gym in the city to further her training.  I was surprised Courtney hadn’t mentioned that to me but it kind of made since as her training had probably outgrown the nice little local gym.

I thought about calling Courtney but again decided to surprise her.  The Golds Gym in the city couldn’t be hard to find and my Garmin led the way.  It was a 45 minute drive but I soon arrived.  I quickly walked inside and passed by the front desk.  There was a cute little high school girl working it so I decided to walk by her into the gym like I owned the place.  I heard her say, “Sir, Sir, Sir” as I walked by but I figured ignoring her would be my best option.  While I walked quickly into the gym, I realized finding Courtney might be a bit of a challenge.  The place was huge! In addition, it had an upstairs area that looked over the main gym floor and it looked like there were some side rooms as well.

Just as I thought about returning to the main desk and asking for some help a sharp pain shot through my body as someone grabbed my arm and squeezed fiercely into the bone.  It immediately got my full attention and I turned to look at a huge black trainer grabbing my arm.  A huge bulging forearm and biceps led up to the enormous rounded shoulder connected to a WOMAN!  She had to be at least my height but was kind of lifting my weight up off the ground as she had her vice grips digging into my arm.  Then she said, in a sweet soft southern voice, “Sir we need to escort you to the main lobby for insurance reasons, sorry for any inconvenience.” 

As she led me back to the entry area, I felt helpless in her grasp.  Her arms had to be at least 15 or 16” around and the pain in my arm was excruciating.  I asked her twice to let go in the forty feet we had to travel, but she simply smiled widely the whole time and tightened her grip forcibly.  By the time we got back to the front desk, my left arm was jelly.  Vicky had squeezed the life out of it in about fifteen seconds.

Finally we got back to the front and I explained that I was looking for my wife.  The girl behind the desk was nice enough to page Courtney.  While I waited, Vicky stood between me and the gym floor, like I was going to try to go back in or something.  As she stood there with a huge grin on her face, I was really awestruck by her physique.  She had muscles like I had never seen on a woman in person before.  The dark color of her skin really made the definition in her arms stand out.  Her biceps bulged, her triceps were huge and I was sure, this was the first time I ever realized a chick could probably kick my ass.  As I caught myself staring at Vicky’s arms, she slowly raised one arm and gave me a biceps pose.  The muscles jumped to attention and it looked like a baseball coming out of her arm.  I immediately noticed I was becoming aroused and I ran outside to my car.

Instead of waiting for Courtney, I started the car and headed home.  On the way, I was asking myself, “what the fuck is wrong with me?”.  A huge muscle bound black girl had practically turned my arm to mush and I’m sitting there getting a fucking hard on.  It was the first time I had these weird questions floating inside my head.  Courtney was slightly stronger than me, I now knew, but she was a sweet, beautiful, athletically built girl and I’m pretty sure 99% of all guys would find her attractive.  Here I am, getting wood over Vicky the bouncer.  Oh well, I thought, shake it off and head home to wait for Courtney…. 

[trilliwig]

The last installment of the story was so tantalizing, I just have to ask, when will we get to see the next installment?  Please say soon!  🙂

[jdm022]

thanks trillwig, yes Courtney is really stepping up her training.  I will post another chapter later tonight.  ;D

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