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Have a safe trip to England. It's been raining a bit here lately, sadly, but don't let that dampen your trip! Also – you've done very good work. That's very cool. 🙂

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I think it's safe to say, at least, that I all like it! 😉

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Just training to look fit. She's a wee bit shallow. 👿

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Sure-I-like!

😀

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Hooray! 😀 I particularly like the PowerGirls. 😆

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oh..please tell me what s the meaning of … "OK, here goes nuthin'! *cracks knuckles* "   😕

thank you very much.

That's just me being silly. "Here goes nothing" is something you used to hear on American TV shows when the hero was about to do something he (or, even better, she :wink:) didn't think would work. I wasn't sure, when I started, if I could translate your story properly! 😮

Also, I crack my knuckles to loosen up before I start something difficult.

So, yes, just me being silly! 😉

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Oh, wow. That's an incredible piece of art. 😀

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OK, here goes nuthin'! *cracks knuckles* 😉

Story Starts Here

Like every Sunday afternoon, I was walking towards the station to take the train. I worked 200 kilometres away and, for me, it was the most practical method of transportation around. I was following a young woman in stiletto heels who was carrying two enormous suitcases. She had long blonde hair and, despite the coat that completely covered her body, she seemed very sexy. I hurried to catch up to her and ask if she needed any help. She looked me up and down and replied:

"That's very kind… but I'm going to manage. Thanks all the same!"

I kept insisting, so she put one of the suitcases down.

"If you insist…" she said, smiling.

I have never been so ashamed in my life as when I tried to pick up that suitcase. She didn't move a muscle. I didn't dare to look at her and tried again with both hands but it was hopeless. I lifted my head and mumbled the words:

"I'm sorry but I…"

"It's nothing, I'll take care of it. Here…" She lifted the suitcase in one hand and passed me her shoulder bag. I dropped it straightaway because I couldn't lift it with one hand but I managed to put it on my shoulder, and, slowly, began to walk forward. My legs could barely hold me upright, the bag was so heavy, but I felt obliged to carry it to the station, or at least to look like I could!

I walked behind her so that she couldn't tell how bad I was feeling and tried to smile every time she looked at me. When we got to the train station, I could hardly breathe. I bent down to drop the bag, since I couldn't lift it from my shoulder, and got up again unsteadily. She looked at me and smiled. I didn't dare look back at her as I was so ashamed of myself. I just lowered my head. She was standing up straight with her coat barely done. As she was wearing a mini-skirt, I could see the incredible musculature of her legs. I couldn't help but have the natural male reaction and I think she noticed.

"Do you think you could carry my bag for 200 more metres?" she asked me.

"Yeah, sure… I think."

She smiled, picked up her suitcases again and said "Follow me!"

I followed her to the women's toilets and, there, she blocked the door with her two suitcases and turned to me.

"It was very nice of you to want to help me but I don't think you're very strong, are you?"

I didn't dare look at her, much less respond.

"Strip!" she commanded.

"No way! I think I should be going!"

She caught me by the arm and pulled me to her with such force that I understood it would be useless to resist. I asked her to let go of me and started to take my clothes off. Once that was done, she made me stand in front of the mirror whilst she stood behind me. I looked in the mirror and, for the first time, saw myself next to the young woman. She was 20cm taller than me and I could have got lost in one of the sleeves of her coat: I was tiny compared to her.

She looked at me in the mirror and commanded, "Lift your arm and flex your biceps!"

She watched me do just that and took my arm between her thumb and index finger. When she started to squeeze, the muscle gave way and she almost touched the bone. I screamed in pain.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she excused herself. "Do the pose again, please."

I took up the double biceps pose again and saw her, in the mirror, take her coat off. It was incredible: she didn't have the slightest trace of visible fat; her muscles were large and bulging but had no striations. She had a body that would make even the biggest bodybuilders green with envy.

Then she did a double biceps pose. I kept looking at her in the mirror. Her biceps were about the size of my waist. She burst out laughing when she saw the face I was making.

"Now THOSE are biceps!" She took my fists in her hand and put her arms against mine. I could feel her next to me and feel myself get more and more hard. I could feel the heat of her body. I could feel her muscles relax, contract, become at one moment supple like rubber and the next hard as rock.

She turned around and demanded that I touch her biceps: "Go on, don't be afraid! They don't bite!"

I tried to take her arm in my hands but I couldn't cover her biceps.

"Is that good, little man?"

I looked at her without saying anything but she already knew my reply: of course I liked it! She put a hand between my legs and picked me up, one-handed, without the slightest effort. Then she put my cock in her pussy and began to move me in and out. She kept her other arm flexed and looked at me, smiling.

Story Ends Here

Hope that's what you were looking for, dear sir! 🙂

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Wow! That's really brilliant work. 😀

Hee – I was just about to go into full teacher mode there and say that you should be very proud of yourself. 😳

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I'd just like to pay tribute to Eegore, if this really is his swansong. He wrote a great story and drew a mean picture. He is amongst the large number of people who inspired me to start writing stories and I'm going to miss him.

Thanks, man. 🙁

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