Isabelle's Perspective
by Phil Farrell  phlfrrll@yahoo.com
On Isabelle and Jim A true Story 


Wednesday seemed like a normal day through midday. I went to the gym after
lunch. Today was my back day. I did my usual sets, and there were not many
people at the gym, so things were going well. I was finishing up with barbell
shrugs, when a group of young guys came up, introduced themselves, and asked
about my routines. I had seen these guys around the gym, but we never talked
before. I told them that I'd been training for over 30 years. Bill asked if I
ever arm wrestled. I told him that I never had, and asked him what it was. So
he and Matt showed me. There's a special table at the gym. Jack made sure that
Bill and Mack's hands were fairly placed and said go. I was amazed at the
intensity that these two put into the competition. Both of them have
impressive arms and shoulders, and they were both straining. After about 15
seconds Bill pushed Matt's hand down and won the match. ''See.'' He told me.
''That's arm wrestling.''

''Wow!'' I said. ''You guys look really strong. That was great.'' I started
walking away, as I wanted to get home.

''Wait,'' they all yelled at me. ''We want you to arm wrestle,'' they shouted.

''Why? Do you guys want to show up a 60-year old woman?'' I asked. ''But, I'm
game. I'll arm wrestle him.'' I pointed to the smallest guy in the group. I
don't think he weighed much more than me.

''Alright, you start with Dave,'' Bill said.

So Dave and I assumed the positions as Matt and Bill had. I grabbed his hand.
Dave squeezed my hand, so I squeezed back. ''OK, now you remember how this
works?'' Bill asked me. I nodded my head yes.

Bill said go and I pushed down, not knowing what to expect. WIthin a split
second I had slammed Dave's hand against the table. I assumed that Dave hadn't
even resisted, and that he just let me win. The others were quite agitated,
and suggested that they hold a tournament, and that I would then go against
the winner.

So they held their tournament. Bill had won all of his matches and the final
match was between Bill and Frank. I was hoping Bill would win because he's
really cute and has a huge chest. But Frank put up a valiant fight. Finally
after what seemed an eternity Bill forced Frank's hand to the table. Everyone
in the group congratulated Bill and Frank, and themselves for being such manly
men.

''So I guess I now arm wrestle Bill,'' I said.

''Give me a few minutes to recover,'' Bill said. He was running his arms and
shoulders. His shoulders looked like boulders.

''Is there anything I should do to warm up?'' I asked Matt and Frank.

''What did you train today?'' Matt asked. I told him that I had worked my
back. They asked me to show them. So I did a lat spread. They all clapped and
yelled. Matt yelled over at Bill, ''You've got no chance son! She's jacked!''

Finally Bill said he was ready, so he and I faced each other. He is so much
taller than me that I needed an additional pad so that our hands met. I had a
feeling that Bill would do to me what I had done to Dave. Matt made sure we
were lined up fairly, and said go. I just pushed without thinking and slammed
Bill's hand to the table. It took less than a second. ''Sorry,'' I said. ''I
guess I messed up.''

''What are you talking about?'' Matt was almost yelling at me. ''You man
handled Bill! That's impressive.''

The guys then went in to Jim's office and I was about to leave again, when
they called me back. ''Come and arm wrestle Jim,'' they all called out. Jim is
the gym owner, and struts around the gym like he owns the place (but that
seems fair!) He's a big guy--super muscular. He seemed embarrassed to arm
wrestle me, and wanted to get on with his day. But when I took my jacket off
he became a bit more friendly toward me.

I had gotten the hang of this arm wrestling thing, so confidently put my hand
up. This time Bill supervised, and the result was exactly the same. I was
getting convinced that these guys were just having a joke on me and letting me
win, so I started out again. But Jim called me back and asked me out on a
date! A 30 year old guy asking a 60 year old woman on a date! I was flattered
and wanted to accept--even though I know his intentions were dishonorable, but
so were mine. I asked him over to the house, and to my surprise he said he
could come tonight. This should be interesting!

When I finally got home Phil seemed excited to go out tonight. But I had
invited Jim, and I wanted steak. So I suggested to him that we arm wrestle to
decide. I had no idea what would happen, as I assumed that Dave, Bill, and Jim
had let me win. I was pretty sure that Phil wasn't going to let me win since
he really wanted to go out. We sat across from each other at the table. Phil
wanted to say go. When he did I slammed his arm down, just as I had with Dave,
Bill, and Jim this afternoon.

He was pretty upset and accused me of cheating. We did the same thing two more
times with the same result. Then he asked me not to push until he said I
could. So I just used enough force to stay in our starting position (which
wasn't much!), and when he said that I could start I just pushed slowly down
this time. No strain. This was starting to seem pointless, and I didn't want
to embarrass or hurt my husband.

But he asked for more. He wanted to use both hands. I was only too happy to
oblige! Even when he used both of his hands, I won easily. I told him that I
was starting to get very suspicious that all of these men -- him included--
were letting me win. Phil assured me that that wasn't the case. He even wanted
to compare our muscles to make the point. I have to admit when I felt our arms
side by side, mine felt much thicker and harder.

Phil even wanted to go to the mirror to look at our muscles. Once again I had
to admit that my muscles are much bigger, thicker, and harder looking than
his. Looking at us together in the mirror I had the sense that I was carved
out of rock, and he was made out of jello. It's funny that I had never
realized this before. Maybe I did beat him in arm wrestling fairly. But he was
using both hands! What would this mean? I was feeling a bit like I was drunk.

Unfortunately I didn't have time to think too much about all that now, as Jim
was coming over, and I had to get ready.

I was happy to hear Jim's car pull up, and I met him at the front door. He
looked amazing. He had on a tight short sleeves shirt and shorts. I brought
him into the house and introduced him to Phil. Phil is much taller than Jim
but looking at the two of the side by side reminded me of looking at Phil and
me in the mirror. Phil just seems so puny in comparison to Jim or me.

Dinner went well. Phil knows how to grill, and we all had good appetites. But
after dinner Jim wanted to embarrass Phil with another arm wrestling
challenge. It makes sense to me to arm wrestle to do the dishes, but when Jim
proposed the idea, Phil immediately said that he would do the dishes. Why go
through the challenges when the outcome is so obvious? But Jim insisted and I
pitied Phil when he faced off against Jim in the first round. I made sure that
no one was cheating, and said go. Jim slammed Phil down so hard I thought the
table was broken. That must have hurt!

This meant that Jim was off the hook as far as the dishes, and if I could beat
Phil than I would be too. That would give me some time alone with Jim that I
am really looking forward to. Once again Phil said that he'd be happy to do
the dishes, but Jim insisted that we arm wrestle one another. He seemed
gleeful about it. I felt sorry for Phil as he sat across from me. I held his
hand gently, and when Jim said go, I let Phil push as much as he could and
then slowly and gently pushed his hand to the table.

I thought that would be that and we could move on. But to my surprise Phil
really wanted Jim to arm wrestle me. There was no point to this, and I knew
Jim would just let me win any way. But Phil anticipated this and suggested
that we arm wrestle for meaningful stakes. I quickly said that Jim would have
to spot me for three months. I doubted that he would agree to that if he
thought that there was any chance he might lose, since my work outs were long
and grueling. Jim would be tied down in a way that he would hate. He didn't
seem to mind, which didn't surprise me, since I thought he knew that he could
easily beat me.

So the next question is what would be my stakes. Jim suggested that if he won
that I would fellate him tonight. I thought he must be joking, and I looked at
Phil and he just turned white. I was so surprised that I agreed to the wager,
certain that I would lose. So once again I faced off against Jim. Just looking
at his massive upper body straining his shirt made me woozy and scared. I saw
what he had done to Phil. When Phil said start, I was still in the mode of
holding my position, and to my surprise Jim didn't seem able to budge my arm.
He looked to really be straining. I took a deep breath, asked him if he was
starting yet, and then pushed with all my strength. It was no contest! I was
so happy that I would have a spotter for three months. Neither Jim nor Phil
seemed too surprised. But happily that silliness was over. I told Jim to
change into his posing trunks, and told Phil to do a good job with the dishes,
and I went into our bedroom to change into my bikini.

Jim came in a minute or two later. He looked amazing. I wanted to practice
posing, but I could see he wanted to talk. He said that he wish that he had
won in arm wrestling, as he really wanted me to fellate him. I asked him what
muscles were key in determining the outcome of these arm wrestling matches, as
I was curious as to how I could win. He said that it varies but that in my
case almost surely it was my traps. These were bigger than most men's, and
Phil said someone with such powerful traps could usually use them to win at
arm wrestling. He asked me to hit a most muscular pose in front of the mirror,
so I did. Sometimes when I hit this pose it even scares me. But Jim came up
behind me, slipped off my bikini top, and put his hands over my chest. ''Man
your pecs are hard,'' he said.

I wasn't as surprised as I might have been because Jim had been pushing pretty
hard all night--especially with all his fellatio talk! And man it felt good to
feel those powerful arms around me. And he had bent down so his erection was
pressed hard into my glutes. I was so turned on, I didn't even think. I turned
around and reached into those trunks. Wow-- what a monster. Jim groaned. But
just then I heard Phil coming down the hall so I turned around and hit another
pose.

Phil came in just at that second, and asked why I was topless. He didn't seem
too upset. I explained that I was working on showing my pecs. I flexed my pecs
to make a point of it. Phil seemed ok with it, which surprised me. Meantime I
looked at Jim, and all I could see was his erection. His little trunks could
hardly contain it.

To distract Phil I decided to hit a stomach vacuum pose, and give it
everything I have. It must have done the trick as Phil almost feinted, and Jim
held him up. That seemed to have a bonding effect on both of them, and break
the ice a bit. I asked Jim to hit the pose, which he did. Oh my God, did he
look delicious. Even Phil noticed the bulge in Jim's trunks and made some lame
jokes about it. If he only had such size!

Well that was it for Jim. After chiding Phil some more about how weak he is,
he took his leave.

After Jim left I washed up and jumped straight into bed. Before Phil came in I
had a chance to reflect on the day. I have to admit that

I enjoyed that tournament at the gym. I must be a lot stronger than I thought.
I am so disappointed that Phil is such a wimp. I can't get over how much
bigger my arms are than his. On the other hand, I loved Jim's visit, and I was
delighted that he was bound to spot me for the next three months. He felt so
thick when I grabbed his erection. I wanted him so badly. It's obvious that
Phil doesn't care as he didn't even bat an eye lash when Jim suggested that I
blow him if I lost. I still can't believe that. What a wimp!

When Phil climbed into our bed he seemed quiet, and broke the silence by
mentioning Jim's package. I'm not surprised he mentioned it--it truly is
massive! I told Phil that I was hurt that he didn't object to the stakes of
our little contest. His reply confirmed my assessment of him as a wimp. He
even thanked me for not hurting him when we arm wrestled. I was starting to
get angry, and thinking that I might hurt him now if he's not careful.

I guess I lost it when I felt his fingers tickling my stomach. Without
thinking I pinned him down and started to tickle him with ill intent.

I was shocked at how little resistance he put up as I pinned both of his arms
down with my left hand. If the arm wrestling were not

proof enough, this made it clear that I am much stronger than he is. His
weakness was beginning to disgust me.

After I let him go he asked me about Jim again. I couldn't believe it! Then I
let it slip about Jacques. Well, he asked for it. Jacques

is gorgeous. I quiver just thinking about his body--how powerful his chest is,
how hard his member is! Then Phil suggested that

we have Jacques over when he comes back from Europe.