The Right Kind of Guy

I was introduced to Kim at a party. Her arms were covered but she looked in good shape so I was attracted, and thought she was too. She didn't waste any time letting me know.

'I like your arms,' she said, giving my bicep a squeeze. 'How do you feel about girls with muscles?'

Before I could reply she flexed her arm. 'I've checked out yours, now you check out mine.'

She was hard. My female muscle lust started to rise.

'That's fucking hot,' I said. 'I do hope you're single.'

'No, I'm not.' My heart sank.

'But...' she squeezed my bicep again. 'I'm not averse to a bit of fun either. With the right kind of guy.'

It wasn't long before we were being quietly naughty in the back of a cab on the way back to hers. While we'd been waiting for it, she'd told me she wanted to flex her muscles in the cab, to have me touch and squeeze them while maintaining the appearance of a normal conversation to the cab driver. I was finding it a real turn-on. How else would I react?

As she'd said at the party, she was up for anything with 'the right kind of guy'. That turned out to be someone who really wanted to appreciate her muscles. Her boyfriend, she'd explained, obviously loved her body, but he wasn't really into muscle worship and though he would do it to please her, it always felt better with someone whose heart was really in it. The problem was, she'd found that most guys who were into it were rather weedy, insular guys who lacked confidence, whereas she liked men who were in shape, confident and independent.

'I'd rather be worshipped by a man many women would want.'

She pushed me onto her sofa.

'Wait there.'

I chopped out a couple of lines, did mine and looked around the room. On the wall was a framed photo of her and her boyfriend. She was flexing in it. He looked rich. I was going to enjoy this.

'In here!'

I followed her voice into the hall, then a light that was on in the room at the end of the corridor.

As I entered I saw her body for the first time. She was standing, hands on hips, on the bed so I was looking up at her. She was naked and had focused the light directly onto her. Her olive skin covered a beautifully-proportioned and deliciously muscular frame.

'I want to see if I can make you hard just flexing my muscles. Take off your clothes but do NOT touch your cock.'

By the time I'd pulled my Calvin's down I was hard as a rock and she hadn't flexed once.

'Looks like you're the right type of guy,' she said.