Mourning Intenseman Part 2 Disclaimer: This story may contain adult material not suitable for children under 18. "So you are telling me you are a bouncer and your boyfriend didn't like it so he broke up with you?" I asked. "He didn't like me being a bouncer but that's not what caused all of our problems," she said. "So there was more?" I asked. "Yes. . .he didn't like my hobbies either," she said. "What kind of hobbies did you have that he wouldn't like?" I asked. "He didn't like me lifting weights and fighting in tough "person's" contest," she said. Oh my gosh. . .maybe this was my fantasy. But I started feeling guilty being attracted to this woman I hardly knew while I was in a bar mourning the death of my lovely wife of 10 years. I was going over all of these things in my mind when she asked me, "Does it bother you that I am a bouncer and that I lift weights and that I compete in tough man contests?" "Not at all. My wife was into lifting weights. She had little muscles and I used to love that about her," I said. She stood up and began removing her sweatshirt. My jaw dropped to the ground. In front of me stood the most muscular woman I had ever seen anywhere. Her shoulders were capped with huge ripped muscles. Her chest was cut but her breasts were very full and firm. Her arms looked gigantic and her abs were incredibly ripped. "I guess you can tell I don't have little muscles. . .I have BIG muscles," she said. I could tell she was checking out my reaction trying to decide how I was handling this information. I felt very flush. My heart was pounding in my chest. Was she as strong as she looked? My gosh. . .she was bigger than most heavy-weight male bodybuilders in her upper body. . .I wonder if her legs were huge also? "What do you think about me, cutie? Do I turn you off? Too much muscle? Alot of men are intimidated by my body. How about you sweetheart?" she asked. "I find you very attractive," I said. She smiled and said, "Really? You are not just saying that?" "No. . .not at all. But may I ask you a question?" I asked. "Sure," she said. "You look very strong. . .are you as strong as you look?" I asked. "That was the other problem my boyfriend had with me," she said. She went on to tell me that her boyfriend had been a competive bodybuilder and powerlifter. She had always been athletic but when she started dating him she started hitting the weights hard. She began to put on some serious muscle. She said that it didn't bother him at first but he never really worked out with her. A couple of weeks ago she said she went into the gym and he was working out. She went up to him while he was benching and teasingly asked if she could work in with him. He was really smug with her and said that he didn't have time to keep loading and unloading the weight for her. She knew she was incredibly strong. She had always hidden it from everyone. Afer all she had competed in over 50 tough man contests and never had come close to losing a match. What I was to find out later was that she competed in tough man contest against men. But there was something about his attitude she said that made her want to show him up. She told him not to worry. She could keep up. He laughed in her face and she said she was furious. He had 315lbs on the bar and she layed down and pumped out 15 reps. She said his jaw hit the floor. She said she asked him what he wanted for his next set. She said his pride got the better of him and he told her to put on another 45lb plate on both sides. He layed down and lifted the bar. He did 8 reps but they weren't easy. It was her turn. She grabbed 2 more 45lb plates and put one on each side. She went back and got 2 more 45lb plates and put them on each side. She had 585lbs on the bar. She said he just laughed at her again and said that there was no way that she could lift that weight. She layed down on the bench and said she did 15 reps just as smooth as glass. She said this ruin his ego. A week later she said that he didn't want her lifting anymore. He didn't want her doing her job as a bouncer. She said she told him to forget it and he broke it off. . .I was to find out later that it wasn't quite as easy for him as this. "You don't look depressed anymore," she said. "You really have cheered me up Dawn. I am still trying to process this information," I smiled as I said. "Lou. . .you owe me dinner tomorrow night. I work at the Gold Club downtown and I am going to be late for work. You can come see me tonight if you would like. If not, here is my address. How about picking me up at 7:00PM?" she asked. "7:00PM would be great. I am looking forward to it," I said. "So am I Lou! See you tonight maybe?" she asked. "Would I get you in trouble at work. I don't want to get you in trouble," I said. "You wouldn't get me a trouble. . .but only come if you want to . . .So I will either see you tonight or tomorrow night," she said. "Yes indeed!" I said. We both stood and she gave me a big hug that I thought was going to crack my ribs and then kissed me softly on the cheek. "See you soon, sweetheart," she said. I watched her walk slowly toward the door. I couldn't believe the muscles on her. She look almost super-human. She turned and caught me staring at her. I blushed. She smiled and blew me a kiss and then left. Again I got this wave of guilt that rushed through me. I loved my wife. But she was gone now. I know what I felt for Dawn at this point was pure lust. She had the kind of body I had always fantasized about when I was single. Now I was widowed and she wanted to have dinner with me tomorrow night. Should I go see her at work. Wasn't the Gold Club a adult night club? I got up to leave and realized my wallet was still on the bar. Had she looked for my address? My phone number? She certainly was agressive. I liked that. I drove home and took a cold shower. Just as I got out the phone rang and I picked it up. "Hello there," the voice said. I thought it must be a salesman selling something when the voice said, "Been thinking about me cutie?" I realized it was Dawn. Her voice was so deep but it was also kind of sexy. "Actually, I just got out of the shower. I had to take a cold one after meeting the woman of my dreams," I said. "You are soooooo sweet. Just wondering if you were going to come see me tonight at work or are you going to make me wait until tomorrow to see you?" she asked. "Is it really alright to talk to you at work?" I asked. "It sure it loverboy. I just want to warn you that I changed clothes. I put on a micro-mini, 5" heels and a tank top," she said sexily. "I'm on my way!" I screamed. She laughed hard and said, "See you in a few sweety." I hung up and try to imagine Dawn in a micro-mini skirt, 5" heels and a tank top. She would be about 6'7" in her heels. He body would probably be about to burst that tank top. I hadn't seen her legs but I could only imagine. I put on some clothes and drove to her place of employment. When I drove up there were two police cars at the door. Four police officers came out escorting six huge guys and all of them look like they had been hit by bricks in the face. The last person to come out the door was Dawn. Oh my gosh. . .she looked incredible. Her legs were indeed the biggest legs I had ever seen. She must have to weigh 250lbs I thought. But she was all muscle. Except for her breasts. They were incredibly sexy. She gave me a big smile and waved at me. As I got out of my car I heard one of the policeman say to Dawn not to worry about charges being pressed. She said thanks then came up to me and gave me a sexy hug and kiss. "Was there trouble here tonight?" I asked. She blushed and said, "Nothing I couldn't handle." "You mean you did that to those six huge guys?", I asked. "Uh huh. It wasn't that hard. . .Two of them were really drunk," she said. She took me by the hand and lead me into the club. It was an adult club but I had eyes for only one lady. What I was to realize later was that was her purpose. She wanted to see if I would have a roving eye. But as the night went on and she would leave me for periods of time I would just think about her and her incredible body and her strength and what she had done to those six huge guys. She seem to get more touchy each time she would come back and I would be deep in thought. She most have know that I was thinking about her. She got off work around 2:00AM and asked me to leave my car at the club. She wanted to drive me home. I agreed. We got to my place and she seem to be really interested in me. She wanted to know about my job, my hobbies, my marriage to my blessed wife. She seemed to be geniunely interested in me. Our conversation lasted at least two hours. Finally she asked me if I had any particular fantasies? I told her that she was my fantasy. She was an absolutely beautiful, tall, muscular strong woman who was caring, loving and extremely sexy. She must have been getting really turned on as I was as she literally slid me to her and we began kissing me. She placed my hands on her breasts and I began to touch her. Her breasts were so huge but so firm. Her nipples, once stimulated became the size of my thumb. She remove all of her clothes and then she began removing mine. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. She stood up and I thought something was wrong. She slid her arms under my legs and lifted me off the couch as though I were as light as a pillow. She asked me where the bedroom was and carried me to the bed and gently layed me on it. She asked me if I was as turned on as she was. I thought that it must have been obvious to her. . .I was throbbing. I noticed that she was cleaned shaven around her pussy then I noticed her clit sticking out of her pussy lips. She was dripping wet. She began flexing for me and then slid her body down mine. Her wet womanhood captured my ready manhood and the rest was just incredible. Thus began one of the most incredible relationships. Stay turned for more. . . Please e-mail me with any feedback at intenseman@hotmail.com.