The Body Builder - Sex Stories

The Body Builder

... my shaft. When I lifted the weights, she lifted herself. Karyn was essentially doing squats while I was doing bench presses. If I lifted the weights quickly, she moved up and down to match. If I took my time and went slowly, she moved at the same time. I was in full control of the speed we went, limited only by my arm strength. It was an awesome way to fuck, and it sure was a motivation to get lots of reps on my bench presses. I think she got off as much by the control as by the actual physical sensations. All she had to do to get me aroused was to mention that tomorrow was going to be a chest day.

I got a very lucrative commission for some advertising art. Not my favorite type of work, but it did pay the bills. I know I should have banked the money and saved it for the future, but I headed down to Sheryl’s gallery. I bought the curved sculpture, the one that Karyn and I had met over. I also arranged for it to be kept on display there, clearly marked as sold. I could never look at it without thinking of our first night.

I attended some of her body building events. I loved being her boy Friday, helping to rub in the insta-tan and oil up her body before the posing. And seeing her in front of the crowd, barely wearing anything, with all those people leering at her was a real turn on. Once in a while I’d have to steer off someone that just wanted to hit on her. Gender didn’t matter, women and men were attracted to her body and her infectious smile.

And I actually had a ...

... good bit of success in the body building community with my art work. I was contacted a number of times to create a work for the cover of a program, or to illustrate articles. The article illustrations were usually pretty boring, simple diagrams showing muscle groups, but I did get some creativity once in a while. And that led to more referrals, even getting to do a few covers for some of the main body building magazines.

It took me a while to realize it, but suddenly it occurred to me that a great deal of my success was due to Karyn. And with the realization came the concept that I really didn’t want it to change.

So I did the natural thing and proposed. And she looked at me in shock when I did, the full nine yards, on one knee along the river on a beautiful spring evening. We hadn’t talked about it, the future was usually the schedule of bodybuilding events for the next six months or so, not what we would be doing in five years. So I really didn’t know how she was going to react.

Karyn looked at the ring and looked into my eyes. She reached down and put her hands under my arms, lifted me up off the ground and planted a big kiss on my face. That evening, as we settled into bed, she sat on my face and I felt her fingernails scratching my stomach, a pretty solid set of abs after months of working out with her. When I finally brought her to orgasm, still a bit fearful of her thighs crushing me, I was able to see the results of the scratches. In a series of light lines, ...