The walk back to her house did not take long. I lag slightly behind, watching her amazingly tight butt jiggle as she took each step. God, I want to cup her bottom and squeeze her cheeks together. Better yet, I want to feel her entire body. I want to explore every inch of her. I want to experience this woman in every sensual way possible.
Shit. I’m about to get my chance!
My heart is beating louder than a horse galloping across a meadow. Cindi appears calm, as if what we’re about to do is no big deal to her. Hell, she’s had four children from four different men. Sex isn’t exactly one of her personal taboos.
“How are you feeling?” Cindi asks.
“I’m feeling well. I’m, uh, excited.”
“Excited? Good. I’m looking forward to this too.”
She’s actually looking forward to sleeping with me? Hell yes!
Cindi gets out her keys and unlocks the front door. I’m amazed her thick legs can fit into those skintight pants.
I enter her house and look around. She turns on the lights and I see a very well-put-together home. There are floral arrangements, art decorations, comfortable furniture and photos from her bodybuilding career sprawled across her living room walls. I’m not much of an expert in interior decorating, but I can tell she has proper aesthetic taste.
Speaking of well-put-together, Cindi closes the door and takes off her shoes. I follow suit.
“This is my home. Do you like it?”
“Oh, yes. It looks very nice. Did you decorate it yourself?”
“Believe it or not, no. I had a friend help. He’s gay.”
“He has good taste. I like the painting over there.”
I point to a portrait of a tall, muscular Amazon woman posing triumphantly after brutally slaughtering a large group of male warriors. The Amazon woman doesn’t seem to resemble Cindi, but the parallels are strikingly evident.
“I’m glad you like it. He didn’t paint it, but he found it for me at an art auction. I have mixed feelings about it.”
“I don’t like violence. I believe a woman can be stronger than a man, but violence isn’t the way to show it. Strength and violence should never be seen as one and the same.”
I think about that for a moment.
“That’s very deep. I don’t like violence either. That explains why I’ve never been in a fight.”
“Have you ever had the chance to be in a fight?”
“Well, not a traditional fist fight. I’ve been involved in a few verbal arguments, but none of them led to anything but hurt feelings and toys being taken away.”
Cindi smiles. I notice she doesn’t wear makeup. That makes her even hotter. God, this woman is unbelievably sexy. I want to rip off her clothes right now and-
“Would you like something to drink? I know you didn’t want coffee, but would you like something stronger, like a beer or a glass of wine?”
I shake my head. “No thanks. We can drink later.”
Uh oh. Did that just slip out? Did I just say that? Did I just imply that we’re going to do something else before drinking alcohol?
“Later? You mean, after we have our fun?”
My stomach turns inside out. I think my heart just leaped into my throat. I think I know exactly what she means by “fun.” I hope we’re on the same page.
“Yes, after we have our bit of fun.”
Cindi leads me into the living room. She fills the entire room. I still can’t get over how large of a body she has. She’s well over six feet tall and is as husky as a pro football player. Hell, she’s built like a defensive end and could probably play the position at the NFL level. Would they accept a woman into professional football? Probably not. In Cindi’s case, they’d probably be afraid she’d hurt too many players.
She sits down on a light blue couch and motions for me to sit down next to her. She stretches her long, powerful legs onto a coffee table and perches them on top for me to gaze at. Is she showing off herself to me? I’d prefer if her clothes were gone.
“Ryan, before we do anything further, I think we should set some ground rules. Do you agree?”
“Yes, we should definitely set up boundaries. We’re both adults here. We don’t want anything to get out of hand.”
“Good boy. As we both discussed before, we’re not looking for anything long term. A long term relationship is not something I’m seeking right now. Is that clear?”
“Yes, ma’am. That is clear.”
“Don’t call me ‘ma’am.’ That makes me feel old.”
She chuckles. “Smartass.”
I chuckle back. If this isn’t seduction, I don’t know what is. I read somewhere using humor is a great way to seduce a woman before taking her to bed. Is this true? I sure hope so.
“Second, because I don’t know you too well and you don’t know me, we’ll keep it simple for now. Just regular, normal, vanilla sex. Nothing fancy. If we decide we want this to become an on-going thing, we can discuss that at a later time.”
“Third, there’s no guarantee this thing’s going to last beyond tonight. My instinct about you is that you’re a harmless boy looking for some fun. If you prove to be anything other than harmless, this stops immediately. Is that understood? I’m bigger and stronger than you so I can easily fight back if things get rough.”
“Trust me, I have no intention to do anything out of the ordinary. And I would never want to get on your bad side. That could prove fatal for me.”
“Good. Am I sounding like a police officer reading you your Miranda Rights?”
“Close. You sound like a skydiving instructor teaching me how to jump out of an airplane.”
“Hm. I wouldn’t know. I’ve never skydived before.”
“Neither have I. But I hear it’s fun.”
Why the hell are we talking about skydiving?
“Why the hell are we talking about skydiving?” she asks.
Wow. We’re thinking the same thoughts. This is a good sign.
“Lastly, once we get into bed, anything goes. Except one thing: pain. I don’t like pain. I’m not into that. Are you?”
“No way. I’ve never tried that sort of thing and I’m not willing to experiment quite yet.”
“Then again, you’ve never really experimented with anything yet, have you?”
REALLY? Are you really doing this, Cindi? Bringing my virginity into the discussion?
“Hey! I take offense to that!” I retort.
Her face instantaneously expresses guilt.
“I’m so sorry! I apologize profusely. Did I really offend you?”
“Whoa! No, not really. But, uh, it’s kind of a sensitive subject. Not exactly something you’re proud of, you know what I mean?”
Cindi’s expression softens.
“Yes, I know what you mean. I didn’t mean to offend you. That’s something I hate more than anything. Disrespecting someone. That disgusts me.”
“Me too. Like I said, don’t worry. I’m not offended too easily.”
There is a long, awkward pause. Cindi shifts around in her seat while I look strangely at her socks. She has black socks. How many women wear black socks?
“Would you like to see my bedroom?”
Oh baby. Could the answer to that be any more obvious?
“I would love to, Cindi.”
“Good. Follow me.”
And with that, she gets up and walks out of the room toward a staircase leading up to the second floor. I follow her meekly and watch her amazing body travel up the stairs. Her impeccable butt sways from side to side as she struts. I want to explore every inch of her body. Every inch. And I mean every inch. The walk back from the coffee shop didn’t take long, but this short walk up the staircase is taking an eternity!
We stop on the second floor. There are cute little porcelain figures sitting on a shelf and more artworks portraying powerful naked women dominating men. I see a pattern here.
Her bedroom is at the end of a long hallway stretching across the entire house. I continue to gaze upon her body with awe as she pushes open the door and beckons me into her bedroom. Her bedroom. Her temple. The place where her body, the real Temple, sleeps at night. This is holy ground that I am now walking on.
Cindi closes the blinds on her bedroom window. Her movements are deliberate yet nonchalant. She has the uncanny ability to act very feminine while sporting large, masculine-sized muscles. It is this dual nature that defines her unique beauty.
“Close the door, please,” Cindi quietly commands.
“Thank you,” she says after I shut the door behind me.
Cindi takes a long moment to look at me. I feel every fiber in my body tensing up. I could die of a heart attack right here. My breathing stops. Her dark brown eyes pierce into me like a sharp dagger. Is she staring into my soul? Or is she toying with me?
“Did you bring a condom like I asked?”
That sudden question wakes me from my spell.
“I did, but they’re in my car. I can go get them if you’d like me-”
“That’s okay. I have plenty right here.”
She opens her dresser drawer and takes out an unopened box of lubricated condoms. She rips open the box with her right index finger like a steak knife going through warm butter. She tears off a single condom wrapper and places it on top of her dresser. I watch her toss the box back into the drawer and close it shut. This shit is REALLY getting real now.
“Come here,” Cindi instructs me.
“Uh, okay,” I weakly respond.
“Don’t be shy. I won’t hurt you. I may look intimidating, but I won’t bite.”
Don’t be intimidated? How can I not be intimidated by a tall muscular woman who could bend and break me in half with her bare hands? How could I not be a little scared by a woman with biceps the size of cantaloupes?
I slowly approach her like a high priest entering the Temple of Solomon. When we’re less than two feet apart she reaches out and cups my face with both her hands. She bends down and kisses me on the lips. Her callused fingers feel like leather boots rubbing against my cheeks. Her lips are soft as silk and sweet as fresh fruit. I want to taste her over and over again.
“Your lips are sweet,” I say to her.
“Thank you. You smell nice,” she says.
Before I can say anything in response, Cindi tugs at my shirt and lifts it above my head. She drops it to the floor as she begins to kiss my neck. I feel a bit insecure being shirtless in front of a supremely muscular woman, but my insecurities take a back seat to the extreme arousal I am feeling at the moment. Cindi squats down and unfastens my belt. My erection is very visible. She unzips my jeans and lowers them to the floor.
“I don’t care what anybody says. I think you have a nice body,” Cindi says.
She thinks I have a nice body? Yowza! My confidence just increased by 400%.
“Not as nice as yours,” I say.
“It’s not a contest. Just take the damn compliment.”
I laugh. She laughs back as I kick off my pants and take off my socks. Cindi pinches the sides of my underwear and drags them to my ankles. I step out of them and kick my clothes off to the side with my feet. I am now completely naked.
Cindi takes a step back and inspects my body from head to toe. How do I stand a chance against all the male bodybuilders she must meet on a regular basis? Yes, I work out often enough, but I’m a scrawny shrimp compared to her male peers. Heck, I’m a scrawny shrimp compared to all of her female peers.
“I like what I see. For a non-bodybuilder, you’re very well defined. I especially like your biceps.”
She likes my biceps? I guess all those hours doing bicep curls are paying off! But really, her biceps are, like, 1000% better than mine.
“Thanks, Cindi. I like your entire body.”
“Would you like to see more?”
I nod. Did she really need to ask that question?
“Good. Have a seat.”
I sit down on the bed and watch Cindi perform a striptease routine of epic proportions. She steps back so there is at least six feet between us. I love the feel of her soft bed sheets against my naked body.
“Watch and enjoy.”
I sure will.
She starts by swaying her hips from side to side like a veteran salsa dancer. God! She has the body control of a ballerina! Is there anything this woman can’t do? Cindi lifts her shirt above her head and tosses it across the room. I look at her bare midriff and my eyes just about pop out of my head.
Her abs. Oh my God. Her abs.
If I had to choose one part of her body that is most impressive, it would have to be her abs. Holy mackerel! Lots of guys have a six-pack, but Cindi has at least an eight-pack! And the definition of her abdominal muscles is divine. They look like someone glued eight square rocks on her stomach.
Holy cow, her ABS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could lick them all day. And all night. And all week. And all month…
But let’s get back to the rest of her erotic dance.
She’s wearing a white cotton bra that barely fits around her massive chest. Her overall muscle definition is something to drool over! Every inch of her body is packed with muscle. She looks like she has muscle growing on top of other muscle. There are no soft spots on this amazing woman.
Cindi continues her striptease show by unzipping her pants and slowly easing her way out of them. Her legs are as thick as watermelons (and I’ll bet she could crush one between her legs as well!). She reaches down and takes off her socks as she steps out of her pants that have pooled around her feet. She is now only wearing a white G-string thong and a bra.
“Your body is beyond words.”
“Then don’t speak,” Cindi cleverly responds.
Then Cindi does something that I will never forget. She leisurely twirls around like an angel to show off her entire body. Her back muscles are almost enough to make me come right now. I also love her large, tight butt that puts every skinny woman to shame. She then approaches the bed with her back turned toward me.
“Unhook my bra, darling.”
I fumble around with the bra while brushing my fingers against her hard back. If I were blind never in a million years would I guess this body belongs to a woman. For crying out loud, I can see just fine and I still can’t believe this body belongs to a woman!
Finally I unhook it and her bra drops to the floor unceremoniously. Cindi turns around and reveals the one singular flaw in her otherwise flawless body: her ridiculously small breasts. I’m guessing years of steroid use are probably responsible for shrinking her mammary glands. But I digress. Her flatness is not a strike against her. I’d still cup them and play with them. Her dark brown nipples are standing erect, ready for my mouth to cover them.
Cindi now only has one article of clothing left covering her divine figure. I cannot wait for this. She pulls back her wavy long black hair so they don’t cover her breasts.
“I see you looking at my breasts. Do you think they’re small?”
From the sound of her voice, I could tell she’s insecure about them.
“They are small, but I couldn’t care less.”
“Thank you, darling.”
My kind words are rewarded by a long, languorous kiss that lasts a lifetime. Cindi pulls back and prepares to strip off the final piece of clothing that remains clinging to her god-like body. I love her skin color. Her light brown complexion allows her muscles to fully entertain the eye. Her body is art.
Cindi slowly pulls her G-string thong down to her ankles. She is now completely naked. My heart is beating faster than an Olympic sprinter after winning the 1000 meter dash.
My eyes look up and down at her perfectly chiseled form. But when I peer down below her waist, I see something that makes my jaw drop.
She has a penis!