The Body Builder - Sex Stories

The Body Builder

... nearly blinding me after coming from the subdued lighting of the hallways and streets. As my eyes adjusted, I could see a number of pieces of stone on a work table, surrounded by various tools. A number of other stone pieces were stacked on some crude shelving on the side wall. What surprised me was on the opposite wall. A couple of large mirrors had been attached to the wall and there was a rack of weights nearby. A weightlifting bench was positioned alongside.

I turned to look at Karyn and was surprised to see she had already removed her blouse. I had felt the strength in her arms during the evening, but what I saw was breathtaking. She was a solid mass of muscle! Her shoulders were broader than mine and tapered down to a fairly narrow waist, one that my arm had been around much of the evening. The six pack on her abdomen put my own belly to shame. She wasn’t wearing a bra, I couldn’t tell whether she had removed it or hadn’t put one on. She really didn’t need one as her physique left her with small and fairly flat breasts, but the large nipples were hard to look away from.

The look on her face was hard to describe. There was no smile, her lips were pressed together. Her brilliant blue eyes looked like they were about to fill with tears. A few wrinkles were evident across her forehead. I probably looked a bit puzzled by this and she started to chew her lower lip. I smiled and stepped into her and gently kissed her. She groaned as she returned the kiss, increasing the ...

... intensity. And with her intensity, my cock started raising quickly. After a minute, I stepped back, and bent down, granted not much of a bend, and gave each of her nipples a kiss and flick of my tongue. That seemed to break any remaining inhibitions, as she crushed my head into her chest. There was no doubt that I would be hard put to out muscle her. Karyn pretty much ripped my shirt off and tugged my pants down before I could do much else.

Standing there in my briefs, she began running her hands over my body, tracing the muscles across my arms and chest. I wasn’t a jock, but I was in decent shape. I did a lot of walking and often took my art materials to the riverwalk to draw. But I sure didn’t have the definition that she had. She slid off her harem pants and stood there in her thong, her muscles clearly defined and obviously well looked after.

“I suppose I should have explained that I compete in bodybuilding competitions. There is almost no fat on my body.”

“That would explain your concern about your breasts. No fat, of course they aren’t going to be very large.”

“I’ve had guys that just couldn’t deal with it. They didn’t like the look at all. They were too insecure about their own physique. And guys that are competing are simply too into their own bodies to care about mine. Not to mention those that are doing steroids and shrinking the part I’m most interested in!”

I stepped around behind her. Using both hands, I mirrored them and traced the curves across ...