It was summer and as soon as she walked on set my femuscle radar picked her up. She was wearing a sleeveless top which showed off her arms and shoulders. I was transfixed, and she noticed immediately.
She hoisted a camera one-handed onto its stand, her arm muscles rippling. She locked it into position and turned and winked. Then she flexed her arm and turned around and got back to work.
I looked behind me. There was no one. The wink and flex had been for my benefit. Was I so obvious?
Clearly I was. For the next two weeks Melanie didn't miss a trick when it came to me. Although we didn't have much direct contact due to our different roles on the film, she would surreptitiously flex whenever she caught me ogling her while she worked, always wearing a sleveless top that displayed her musculature.
When the production wrapped we had the customary cast and crew party. Melanie had got a lot of attention from both males and females during the shoot, and it almost seemed like the party became a queue to dance, speak or drink with her, so there was frustratingly little opportunity for me to get close to her.
As I came back from the toilet though I saw her coming towards me. She smiled and pointed to her bicep which she then proceeded to flex. I was helpless. She'd immobilised me with a single movement of her arm. My whole being was focused on that muscle.
Almost before I realised what was happening she had grabbed me and pushed me into the ladies, then again into a cubicle. She shut and bolted the door. She had me trapped.
She forced me down onto the seat and stood before me. Not a word had been said. Then she flexed her arm again right in front of my face. Her other hand pushed my head forward towards it. I started to kiss it, and let out a gentle moan as I felt it against my tongue. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and put a finger to my lips.
'No sound,' she whispered, and lowered my head back to her arm. My muscle lust rose as never before as I began to trace her bicep vein with my tongue. She exhaled and I felt her shiver. I closed my eyes and bit down gently onto the muscle. I felt her shiver again and reached my hand up under her dress and between her legs.
It was her turn to moan. I could feel her wetness through her panties. With my other hand I reached up. She was so lean there was no mistaking the ridges of muscle there. Simultaneously I explored her abs and her pussy as I sucked and kissed her bicep.
Her hand ran through my hair and she moaned gently again.
'No sound,' I whispered, and pulled the crotch of her panties up into her pussy. She gasped.
Inside her top I had reached up to her chest. There was no bra between my fingers and her hard pecs. Her nipples were like bullets as they responded to my touch.
Then her hand was behind my head again, forcing me down off the seat and towards her pussy. I kneeled before her. She lifted up her dress over my upturned face and straddled me. I was close enough to taste her with my tongue, but I was going to take my time and just breathed out sharply. She gasped again and pushed herself against my mouth. My hands reached up onto her abs again as I began to lap her dripping quim. She shivered again.
I freed her clit and worked it slowly with my tongue. Her abs tensed beneath my touch, her juices flowed onto my face as she moaned again.
Every atom of my being was focused on one task, pleasuring this muscle goddess. Despite my arousal, despite the sensory overload, I felt a sense of peace, of oneness. I'd found the thing I was born to do.
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