It Started at the Beach
By Muscle Fan



It was the first warm day in mid-spring. 'A perfect day for the beach,' I
thought, 'but I need to be careful, I don't want to burn.' I put on my trunks,
a couple bottles of water in the cooler along with an apple and a banana,
grabbed my towel and paperback book and off I went. I was early enough to get
a place in the parking lot. The morning overcast was burning off when I spread
my towel on the sand and sat up my beach chair.

'Hmm,' I thought to myself, 'This is great.' I read a few pages of my
paperback book, but the salt air made me tired. I tilted the back of my chair
back and soon fell asleep. The squawking of the sea gulls woke me. I looked
around. Couples and families had arrived, dotting the sand, and then I noticed
a figure to my right, walking my way. At first, I thought it was a guy, and
then as they got closer, I could see it was a woman, a rather large woman.

She stopped about ten yards from me and sat her beach bag down. I pretended to
read but out of the corner of my eye I watched her. She was the most
interesting woman I had ever seen. I had always been attracted to women with
muscles, buying an occasional fitness magazine in the market just to satisfy
my urge to look at a female with muscles, or scanning the internet looking for
female muscle sites.

She stood looking out to sea, her hands on her hips. She wore a caftan that
covered her to well below the knee, but I could tell she was muscular. 'Please
lay down,' I thought, 'don't leave.' She kicked off her sandals and then
looked in my direction. Apparently not suspecting that I was watching her, she
knelt on the end of her beach towel and grasped the hem of her cover-up and
pulled it slowly over her head. I nearly gasped as I took in the most
magnificent body. She wore a brown string bikini that was only slightly darker
than her skin tone.

Her thighs were huge and from where I sat, I could see veins crisscrossing the
surface. Her waist was narrow, but her chest was large. Not large tits, but a
thick, broad chest. 'And her arms,' I thought, 'they're huge.' I could feel
the stirring of an erection. She looked in the other direction before lying
down on her stomach. She reached behind her and untied her top tossing the
string ties to the sides.

She lay there and I read or pretended to read. I applied some lotion to my
legs, arms and stomach. As I was rubbing the lotion into my abs, I could see
the bulge in my swim trunks. 'Don't get a hard on, Jim,' I told myself, 'but
how could I not?'

She reached behind her back and expertly tied her top and then stood up on her
knees looking at the water. The waves were too small for surfers to be
interested in this part of the coast. She stood up and looked in the other
direction and then towards me. She turned and began walking toward me. "Excuse
me," she said standing at the edge of my towel, and then she squatted. My eyes
were drawn immediately to her crotch. 'I hope she didn't see me staring at
her,' I thought. "Yes," I said. "Would you mind watching my belongings while I
go for a swim?" I smiled. "No, not at all," I said, "be careful out there
though." She smiled and said, "Thanks, I will."

She walked to the water and as she did, my eyes never left her butt. There was
no 'jiggle' to it, just two extremely firm butt cheeks. I sighed and watched
her wade into the water. She didn't turn away from the oncoming water as many
swimmers do, but walked through the surf. When she was up to her hips, she
dove under a wave and started stroking for calmer waters. She looked graceful
in the water, stroking perpendicular to the shore. When she was perhaps a
hundred yards from shore, she turned left and continued working her way up the
coast. Soon I lost sight of her.

I put lotion on my shoulders and went back to my reading. A half hour passed
and I was beginning to wonder if 'Miss Perfect Body' as I thought of her,
would ever come back. I watched the water and then spotted her swimming
parallel with the shore. When she was directly in front of me, she turned
right and stroked the beach.

She walked slowly toward me, stopping at the foot of my towel. Again she
squatted and I was drawn to her crotch once more. "Thank you for watching my
things," she said, and she knelt on my towel extending her hand, water
dripping from it. "I'm Alex," she said. I took her hand. "Jim," I said, in
reply, "Nice to meet you, do you live nearby?" Her grip was firm. "Yes," she
said, "over there," and she motioned with her chin. "And you?" she asked. "No,
I live about a mile inland," I said. She nodded.

"It's nice to live here," I said. "It is," she said, "when the weather's nice.
The parking sucks but I don't think I could live anywhere else." Now it was my
time to nod. "Well," she said, rocking back on the balls of her feet, "I'll
see you around." "Yes," I said, "see you around."

Alex jogged the short distance to her towel and sat down. She reached in her
tote and withdrew some lotion and began applying it to her legs as she sat
there. When she was applying the lotion to her thighs, she glanced in my
direction and smiled. Caught watching her, I smiled back. She lay down and
holding the sunscreen about a foot from her abs, she let several drops drip on
her stomach. It was very sexy to say the least. She slowly worked the lotion
into her firm abdominals and then lay back on the towel.

After several minutes, I turned over to read. "You better put some sunscreen
on, Jim," Alex said from above me. I turned but could only see her shapely
calves. "Would you like me to put some on you?" "Yes, please," I said, trying
to control my excitement.

She squatted to my left, her knees apart allowing me an unobstructed view of
her crotch. I noticed a slight bulge before she knelt on the edge of my towel
and dropped the sunscreen onto my spine. She worked the lotion into my back,
not hard, but firm, her fingers darting under the elastic waistband of my
trunks. "There you go," she said, replacing the cap on the bottle, "You don't
want to burn your first time in the sun." Again she rocked onto the balls of
her feet. She wiped her palms on the inside of her thighs. I thought I was
going to climax right then. "Thank you," I said, "Let me know if I can return
the favor." She smiled and said, "I will," and walked across the sand in the
direction of the snack bar.

Again, I watched her walk away from me, her hips and butt swaying slightly.
She returned a few minutes later with a snow cone. The sun glistened off of
the red ice crystals. As she passed by, she slowed and asked, "Would you like
a bite?" I smiled, afraid to get up for fear that she'd notice my erection.
"No, no thanks," I said. She chuckled and said, "OK," turned and walked back
to her towel.

I lay there for another thirty minutes and then packed up. I glanced at Alex
who may have been asleep. She didn't see me go.

Home, I stood under the shower for longer than normal, my eyes shut; thinking
about Alex. I became erect at the thought of her and for the next twenty
minutes masturbated until I climaxed. As I toweled off I wondered if she would
be at the beach tomorrow.

The following day, I had an errand to run, but I drove to the beach
midmorning. I couldn't find a place in the parking lot, so I had to park on
the street and put coins into the parking meter. 'I only have four hours,' I
thought, looking at the time on the meter.

I padded across the sand with just my towel and my chair. "Hi, Alex," I said
stopping by her towel. "Hi, Jim, I didn't think you were coming today." She
propped herself up on her elbows which only seemed to tighten her abdominals
and then backed into her sand chair. Today she wore a high-waisted emerald
green bikini that allowed me to see her tan line around her pubis from
yesterday. The two small triangles of green fabric barely covered her areola.
If she knew I was starring, she didn't let on.

"Just running late," I said, "have you been here long?" "An hour," she said,
"Pull up some sand," and motioned to the area next to her. "Thanks," I said
and spread my towel near hers, careful not to get sand on her or her towel,
and then unfolded my chair. I sat facing her. We looked at each other for a
minute and then she said, "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" 'This
hot babe wants to ask me a few questions?' I thought, 'I can't believe that.'
I've been told I'm good looking, but I'm not what you would call a 'lady's
man'. "Sure, go ahead," I said, no knowing what to expect.

"Do you have a wife or girlfriend?" Alex asked. "No, neither," I said, and
laughed, "Do you?" She smiled. "Let me ask my questions, first, Jim," she
said. Caught off guard, I said, "Sure, sorry." "How long have you been
attracted to women with muscles?" she inquired. "Wh, well, ah," I stammered
clearly not expecting to be asked that, "I, ah, guess since I was a teenager."
She smiled and said, "I could tell, so don't be embarrassed, people, and men
in particular, are either turned on by my muscles or put off by them. Have you
ever been with a muscle woman before, Jim?" "N-no," I said. She nodded.

"How big are you, Jim?" she asked. I'm sure my jaw dropped, because she said,
"Don't be embarrassed, how big is your cock?" "I, ah, don't really know, but,
ah, I think I'm about eight-inches," I told her. It had been years since I
measured myself, and that was only on a dare from a girl I was seeing at the
time. We were both pretty well stoned at the time. She nodded and said, "Good,
that's good." I felt a little relief but I still felt like I was being
interviewed for a porn movie.

"How old are you and what do you do for a living, Jim?" she asked. "I'm
twenty-eight and I work for an import/export business," I told her. "What do
you import and export?" she said. "Some pharmaceuticals, but mostly vitamins
and supplements, a little of everything," I said, "The company has offices in
Asia as well as on the east coast." She nodded.

She extended her leg nearest me and pointed her toes, tensing her muscles. Her
calves were nearly as big as my thigh and the definition was amazing. She ran
a hand over her quad, tracing a vein. She rotated her leg so that I could see
the inside of her thigh and her large femoral artery. "You like what you see,
don't you, Jim?" I licked my lips and said, "Yes," mesmerized by the sight of
her quad. "OK, your turn to ask me a question," she said.

I had to tear my eyes away from this awesome display of muscle. "What do you
do, Alex?" I asked. She chuckled and said, "I guess you could say I'm in the
entertainment industry; I entertain clients who have a particular appreciation
for muscular women." I nodded.

"Do you work hard at maintaining your muscles?" She tilted her head and said,
"That's a good question, Jim; actually I do. I work out about three or four
hours a day lifting heavy weights. As you know I swim in the ocean for
cardio." She relaxed her leg and tightened her abdominals running her fingers
over the surface.

"How old are you?" I asked, thinking she was my age or a little older. "I'm
fifty-two," she said with a smile. Now my jaw really dropped and she added,
"Really." "No," I said, "you don't look a day over thirty." The smile never
left her face. "Thank you, but yes, I'm fifty-two, certainly old enough to be
your mother," she said and laughed.

"Why did you ask how big I was?" I asked. She put a well-manicured finger into
her navel to retrieve a grain of sand. "Because I wanted to know whether we'd
have sex or not," she said. "Will we?" I asked, perhaps a little too quickly.
"Yes," she said, "Eight-inches will do. Come by my house tonight at eight
o'clock. Be on time," and she handed me a business card from her tote bag
before she stood up. She slipped her cover-up over her head and gathered up
her chair, towel and tote and strode off without another word.

I watched her go and then looked at the card she had given me. It was silver
with black block lettering with her name, 'Alex' and a phone number. I turned
the card over and there in a neat cursive handwriting was her address. 'I
can't believe that I'm actually going to have sex with a muscle woman,' I
thought, and found myself getting an erection just thinking about it.

The houses along this section of Beach Road are built right on the sidewalk.
They are very private and very expensive. The quaint seaside bungalows of the
60's and 70's have been replaced with multi-story modern designs. I found
Alex' address and rang the call bell. "Jim," she asked through the speaker. I
held the button, "Yes," I said. There was a click and I opened the door.

The door opened onto an atrium with a koi pond and a water feature waterfall,
the fish swimming lazily. The atrium was lit with hidden lighting. I walked
the path to the actual front door and rang the buzzer.

Alex opened the door and walked into the living room leaving me to enter on my
own. She wore a black latex cat suit that fit her body like a glove. A shiny
silver zipper ran from the back of her neck and disappeared beneath her butt.
She had stiletto heels on. She turned and I noticed smears and smudges on the
front of the suit.

"Sorry," Alex said, "I just got home, so excuse my appearance. I had a client
that needed a little discipline. Unzip me." She turned around once more and I
pulled the zipper down her back to her butt. She turned to face me and said,
"Sit down, Jim."

I sat on the couch and she peeled the cat suit from first one shoulder and
then the other. Her trapezius muscles flared as she rotated her shoulder. "I
don't like this suit, but some of my clients find it sexy," she said, "but
tonight it came in handy. Hardly anything sticks to it." She peeled the suit
down below her chest to her waist. I was being treated to the most muscular
striptease that I could have hoped for. Her upper chest was striated with
muscles.

She wiggled her hips as she continued to peel the latex suit from her body.
She stepped out of her stilettos and peeled the suit from her legs.

"Erin!" she called out. "Yes, ma'am," a petite brunette said with an Irish
accent. Erin wore a short plaid skirt that hugged her hips and a white cotton
blouse tied above her navel leaving her midriff exposed. Alex handed the latex
suit to the girl, "Here, clean this, there's some blood and other stuff on
it," and laughed, and then turning to me, asked, "Jim, would you like anything
to drink?" "No, no, I think I'm good," I said. Erin nodded and then left.

"Did you say blood?" I asked. She smiled and said, "I did, but don't worry, I
won't be rough with you unless I have to, Jim. I won't have to will I?" She
stood over me and then took my jaw in the space between her thumb and index
finger, tilting my face up to hers. "N-no, Alex," I said. She smiled. "Good,
now get undressed, I want to see this eight-inch cock of yours," and she
released my jaw. 'She gets right to the point,' I thought.

'What had I gotten myself in for,' I thought. I was wearing Top Siders with no
socks, so I slipped them off and then pulled my polo shirt over my head and
unsnapped my pants. I unzipped the fly and let them fall to the floor and
stepped out of them.

She stood looking at me, naked, except for my briefs. 'Could she tell how
nervous I am?' I wondered. As if reading my mind, she said, "Don't be nervous,
baby, Alex won't hurt you," and she chuckled. "I had to hurt my client
though," she continued, "he refused to pay for my services so I bloodied his
nose, split his lip and knocked out a couple of teeth. I'm sure his little
wife will get some bullshit story about him getting mugged and beaten by some
street thug, but he got what he deserved. Now, let's see that eight-inch cock
of yours."

I pulled the waistband of my briefs down my legs and stepped out of the
shorts. Alex stepped back and looked at my penis, and smiled. "How long can
you last?" she asked. "I, er, don't know, Alex," I said. "I hope longer than
fifteen minutes," she said, "but we'll see."

"Will there be anything else, ma'am," Erin said coming back into the living
room. I covered my penis and she laughed. Alex turned to see what was so funny
and she laughed as well. "You don't need to be shy in front of Erin, Jim,"
Alex said, "she's seen it all, haven't you, Erin?" "Yes, ma'am," she said, "I
believe so." "Take Jim's clothes and wash them, we'll be upstairs, Erin," Alex
told her. The girl smiled and said, "Yes, ma'am."

I followed Alex upstairs. At the end of the hall, she opened the double doors.
The room was dark and the drapes were drawn back affording a view of the beach
and the ocean beyond. She walked to the large windows. "Don't worry, no one
can see in, the glass is heavily tinted," Alex told me over her shoulder as
she studied the beach. "That's a fantastic view," I said, stepping behind her.
She smiled and said, "A million dollar view. Sometimes I stand here and
masturbate while watching the people or have a young man or woman service my
pussy," and then she hesitated, but continued, "Get on your knees and make
love to my pussy, I need to climax."

I sunk to my knees in front of this muscle amazon. Her clit was the largest
I've ever seen, 'The bulge I had noticed in her bathing suit,' I thought. I
kissed it and then pulled it in between my lips. "Hmm," she hummed, "yes, make
love to my clit." Taking her clit between my lips I pulled gently. "Harder,"
she said, and I pulled harder. I could feel her clit becoming harder. I teased
it with my tongue as she ran her hands across her breasts, squeezing her
nipples. "Hmm, yes," she said, and with a hand slowly traced her abs down to
her crotch where she stimulated her pussy. Alex stopped squeezing her nipples
and took a handful of my hair holding my face against her clit. As I serviced
her pussy, I became erect.

"Finger me, baby," she said, "put your fingers inside me." I did, placing my
middle and index finger in her vagina. "Uhh," she said, "More." I did and
managed to insert my fist. 'This amazon is amazing,' I thought. "That's it,"
she said, "that's it. I'm going to climax." She shuddered as she exploded. My
face drenched with her cum.

"Hmm," she said as she got her breathing under control. "That was marvelous,
you've obviously had some practice," she said, "but now it's my turn to get
you off. Lay on the bed." I did and she straddled my hips and taking my shaft
between her fingers, guided me into her. Slowly she lowered herself until she
was sitting on my pelvis.

She looked down at me and smiled, I smiled back and then I felt it. She had a
grip on my cock, not with her hand but with her vaginal muscles. My smile
faded and she said, "Don't worry, baby, I promised I wouldn't hurt you, so
just lay back and let Alex take care of you." I felt her muscular vagina
tighten around my shaft and then, as if her muscles were fingers, she began
stroking me.

"I've had a lot of practice, baby," she said, "and I've trained my muscles to
milk a cock. Small cocks are difficult to hold onto, but eight-inches is OK."
"Just OK," I asked enjoying the sensation but somewhat dejected. "I once had
sex with a man who had a thirteen-inch cock, unfortunately, he only lasted
fifteen minutes. I'd like for you to last as long as I do." I nodded. "How
long can you go without reaching an orgasm?" I asked. "An hour," she said,
"maybe longer, but I won't put you through that," and giggled.

As her muscles worked on my manhood, I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I
willed myself to think of other things, but it was to no avail, I climaxed.
"Ah, poor baby," Alex said, "Maybe with a little practice you'll be able to
last longer." "Will I get more practice?" I asked. Looking down at me, she
said, "We'll see, but right now I need you to do one more thing."

"What's that," I asked wanting to please Alex doing whatever it took. "I want
you to suck all of that cum from my pussy," she said and moved forward so that
her crotch was directly above my face. Before I could protest, she lowered
herself onto my face, my pleas nothing but a muffled cry. For the next ten
minutes, I lapped and sucked Alex clean.

Satisfied, she stepped from the bed. I watched her stand once more gazing at
the sand and the ocean, her hands on her narrow hips as if she owned all that
she surveyed, and perhaps she did, since she looked like a goddess.

"Erin," she called, and the girl opened the door, "Yes, ma'am," she said. "Get
Jim his clothes," Alex said. "Yes, ma'am," Erin said and left closing the door
behind her. I sat on the side of the bed and was there when Erin came back a
couple minutes later. My clothes were clean, folded and neatly pressed. "Get
dressed," Alex said. Erin handed me my belongings.

"Would you like me to turn down your bed, ma'am," Erin asked in her Irish
accent. "Yes," Alex said, "and run a bath for me." "Yes, ma'am," she said.

Turning away from the window, Alex approached me. "Good bye, Jim, leave your
phone number with Erin," she said, taking my chin between her thumb and
forefinger. She tilted my face to her and kissed me on the lips, parting my
lips with her tongue and allowing it to fill my throat. I nearly gagged, but
she broke our kiss. "I'll call or see you on the beach, Jim; Erin will see you
out" and she padded toward her bathroom.

"This way," Erin said as she walked from the bedroom. I followed, carrying my
clothes and shoes. I dressed in the front room and as I did I asked Erin, "Did
I do something wrong?" She smiled and said, "No, you have to know that
Mistress Alex isn't one to be tied down to one person. You'll be with her
again, I can tell, here, write your phone number down," and handed me a pad
and pen. I wrote my name and number on the paper. I stepped outside and Erin
shut the door behind me.

And thus my life changed forever. I find I think of Alex every day. And even
though I've tried, I've found dating 'normal' women unfulfilling. My thoughts
are of Alex when I was having sex with them.

Alex has called and I've gone to her without hesitation, dropping whatever I
was doing at the time, ready to do anything and everything she asked. I
believe I please her but our sexual sessions always end the same with her
dismissing me. I have learned that Erin is more than just a housekeeper, but
also one of Alex' many lovers; in her case, a live-in lover.

I've seen Alex at the beach in the company of other men or women, but dare not
interrupt. I keep my distance, but still I feel a bit jealous. Whether they
have the same relationship I have with Alex, I don't know. The men are all
handsome and the women beautiful, but I hold my jealousy in check.

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