Karen's muscle
by Rich
She can lift him with just her legs

Warning: This work of fiction contains material that may be considered
inappropriate for persons under the age of 18. No one under the age of
18 should be permitted to read this story without the expressed consent
of the parent or guardian.






[Karen's Muscle]

I have to have one of the best jobs in the world. I'm a door to door
salesman for lady's hosiery... and a particular product that had
recently came out guaranteed against runs for the life of the product...
and very shear. This job of 4 years has put me in contact with the legs
of many a woman... of all types and sizes, from 4'3" to over 6'4"...
thin ones, not so thin, and muscular ones. One in particular that I
can't get out of my head was a visit I payed to Karen on the other side
of town last week. It was a pretty ritzy neighborhood and for some
reason I seem to have my best sales averages in that area. I suppose
one can assume it's due to the higher living standards there... and the
fact that alot of the women there are usually home alone while their
husbands are out of town making the big bucks.

I came up to Karen's house which was a large tudor and a driveway that
could qualify for an interstate highway number. After pausing briefly
to admire the grounds and momentarily feeling amiable of the wealth this
family must possess, I walked up to the double door and used the large
knocker to announce my arrival. After about 10 seconds or so, I was
getting ready to use it one more time when suddenly the right door came
open, taking the knocker out of my hand and slamming it down once on the
striker from the free fall. The woman on the other side of the door
blinked from the noise and then laughed at what she just did and
appologized for almost taking my hand off. At the same moment, I in
turn was pretty taken by the striking image of this beautiful woman.

The first thing that caught my attention were her legs... it's the
first thing a nylons salesman looks at if they're at all worth their
weight in salt and successful in this business... one must immediately
evaluate a potential client's legs and quickly decide what sales pitch
to use that would be most effective. I've seen many a leg before, but
what this woman possessed only comes along perhaps 1 in 10,000. Her
legs had incredible muscle tone... not quite those possessed by Nicole
Bass or Karla Nelson, but they definitely had striking definition. Her
calves had exquisite curves afforded by muscle that, even though they
weren't being put to use, they still showed themselves impressively just
beneath smooth, tanned skin... there was no detectable fat anywhere on
her legs. Her thighs were equally impressive... large quad muscles
errupting from just above her knees and expanding to python proportions
before disappearing in a very short pair of cuttoff jeans. And attached
to these powerful looking legs was a strong torso that only complimented
everything I had seen up to this second. Her chest pushed hard against
the fabric of her tank top and one could easily see major pecs at work
here... and her arms were incredibly muscled and defined, even though
she really wasn't exerting herself enough to cause them to jump to life.
I also noticed that even though I'm 5'10", she seemed to be alittle
taller than I was... perhaps an inch or so... and I also noticed she
was in her bare feet standing flat footed, so there was nothing that
propped her height up artificially. I could feel my throat tighten as
the excitement of this vision was afforded to me and my eyes were
allowed to scan this gorgeous woman from bottom to top.

I told her it was quite alright, and that the experience I had in the
field taught me a long time ago not to hold onto anything on a moveable
object tightly... that this sort of thing happens occasionally to me.
I then proceeded to introduce myself, who I represented and the reason
for my visit. She introduced herself as Karen and invited me into her
home with a big smile. She had a pretty face with long, curly red hair
that shined in the sunlight. As I entered the shade of her foyer, I was
amazed at the size and decor of the place... one would say "opulent".
As soon as Karen closed the door behind me, she turned and told me that
I couldn't of come at a better time. She claimed to be almost frantic
trying to find nylons that fit her as well as look shear and elegant...
and I told her that I was sure I could help her with this. With my
sample kit in hand, Karen escorted me into her sitting room which was
very roomy and had a large coffee table directly in front of the extra
wide couch occupying the center of the room. Karen envited me to sit on
the couch and place my kit on the table, and then she came around and
sat next to me in a slow, sensual manner... crossing her right leg over
her left with her toes pointed slightly for emphasis. I again
experienced the same choking sensation that I did at the door.

Karen was now evaluating me... watching my every reaction to her. I
started to talk small talk just to break whatever ice there might of
been... but to be perfectly honest, I couldn't imagine any ice
surviving in the heat of this moment. I asked her if her husband was
home and she told me "No... he's out of town on business as usual. The
only time I get to see him is on weekends... IF I'm lucky! Over the
years, this caused me to occupy my time by getting into fitness and then
body building... and as you can see, I occupied ALOT of my time doing
that!" She didn't make any attempt to validate her words by flexing
alittle... she just sat there with her legs crossed and her arms
crossed on her lap. I was able to tell she had incredible triceps
though, even if they were relaxed... and she evaluated me for my
reaction once again. She could easily tell that she was having a major
affect on me... and something told me from her expression that she was
pretty sure she was going to have some fun with me... and I hoped I was
right. I tried to think of things to ask her but I was suffering from
major brain dump... then it dawned on me to ask her if her husband
liked the muscle she put on. Karen gave me a sensuous look and said
"Ahhh... I see you noticed... and I think you like the muscle I have
too... am I right?" I gulped and told her I most certainly did....
and confessed that I adored muscle on women all my life... and
complimented her on how wonderful muscle looked on her.

Either Karen expected me to pass out or just remain frozen in my tracks,
but when I openly admitted these things to her, she got a little rosey
in the cheeks herself and I felt a bit easier knowing that I too could
control this situation, even if it's only alittle. She asked me in a
shy manner "Do you really like my muscles? Really?" and with that,
Karen brought her arms up and flexed for the first time. As she brought
her fisted hands up towards her ears, her biceps errupted into two large
softball size orbs that were almost perfectly rounded. I gasped out
loud, which Karen enjoyed somewhat and told me in a matter-of-fact way
"Pretty impressive, aren't they... they measure alittle over 16
inches... and they're as hard as a rock... really... go ahead, feel
this." Karen moved closer to me and kept her left bicep flexed while
lowering her right arm, presenting her left arm for my personal
inspection, keeping the inner part of her arm facing me so I could see
the front of this gorgeous muscle. "Go ahead... it won't bite." Karen
kidded... and I slowly brought my left hand across in front of me and
placed it on top of her swelled bicep... my eyes glued to her arm the
entire time. As soon as my hand touched her skin, it was as if a small
jolt of electricity coursed through my hand. The next thing I sensed
was how smooth her skin was... followed by how hard the muscle that was
laying just beneath it was. Mesmerized for a second, I then looked over
at Karen and smiled total acceptance for how gorgeous her muscle looked
and how wonderful it felt... and then I looked back at her bicep and
started squeezing it alittle more, testing to see how much I might be
able to dent it... but aside from her skin giving ever so slightly, her
muscle didn't. It held it's ground not compressing the least amount.
My eyes opened in astonishment witnessing this, and I looked back over
at karen with a bewildered and excited expression.

Karen smiled contently back and afforded me another challenge... "Try
to put both of your hands around it and see if you can squeeze it." I
immediately brought up my other hand and placed both hands around her
muscular mound in an attempt to touch my thumbs and fingers on opposite
sides of her arm... but my fingers wouldn't touch... her bicep was
swelled enough to prohibit my fingers from meeting... and no matter how
hard I tried to bring them together, her bicep easily resisted my
efforts. "Wow, Karen... your bicep is incredible!" Karen nodded in
affirmation and brought her right arm back up again, flexing the bicep
in that arm fully once more. I moved my hands over to her other bicep
and tried doing the same thing... only to discover that this bicep was
even larger than her left... my fingers were alittle further apart...
and I had just as much success in trying to get them to tough one
another. I shoke my head in utter disbelief and Karen laughed softly at
my reaction.

Trying to keep things light, yet wanting to get back to business (ever
so little, but I had other places to go), I told her "I wish I were here
today selling full length gloves... I'll bet something with lace would
look gorgeous over your arms." Karen looked at me surprised at first,
then her smile returned to her face and she responded "Oh... that's
right, you're here to sell me nylons. Well... let's see what you have
and feel free to give me your own professional advice." I smiled and
released Karen's arm as she began to lower them and I turned to open my
sample case when out of the corner of my eye I saw her straighten her
right leg that she had crossed over her other leg. I turned my head to
get a better focus on what she was doing and what I saw next almost
caused me to fall off the couch.

Karen was softly carressing the smooth skin of her legs slowly up and
down... her hands running over hills of muscles that I couldn't even
begin to describe... her eyes following her hands with pure admiration.
Without stopping, Karen without turning her head looked at me and said
"Would you have anything that's shear... yet strong enough to be able
to encircle these powerful thighs of mine and still be guaranteed
against stretching?" My eyes followed her hands with the same
admiration of her gams as they continued to stroke in a very sensuous
manner. I couldn't help myself and blurted out "My God! How powerful
ARE your thighs?!" Karen smiled sensuously and remarked "Ohhh...
they're strong... VERY strong!" for which I said "Really? How strong
is very strong?" Looking me up and down quickly, Karen asked "Well...
how much do you weigh?" I thought to myself "Please voice, don't fail
me now!" and told her around 160 lbs. Upon hearing that, a braod grin
stretched across Karen's face and she remarked "Ohhhh... they're strong
enough to handle you in whatever way you can think of." I had to think
about that for a second and then asked her in what way did she mean.
"You know... by lift you. Isn't that the way one tests themselves for
strength... by seeing how much they can lift?" My jaw wanted to
disconnect itslef from my face again as I pondered the possibilities...
and then after a few seconds, I told her that I hadn't been lifted but a
few times with a woman's legs, and that was while horsing around on the
floor.

Karen thought briefly, and then suggested "Didn't your mother ever give
you a horsey ride on her foot? Let's move this table away from us and
I'll show you." We got up and with me grabbing one end of the heavy
table and her the other, we... or I should say "I" slid the table out
of the way, because I couldn't lift it... while Karen easily lifted her
end and brought it around the same distance, putting it down gently.
"There... this'll give us plenty of room. Ok... when i sit down,
kneel at my foot." And with that, Karen went back over to the couch,
turned around and sat down, crossing her legs as before. I followed
close behind and kneeled in front of her as she suggested. I
instinctively brought my hands up for Karen to take hold of but she
declined them, quipping that she didn't need to do that. So, I instead
put my hands on her knees and I began to feel a stirring in my dress
slacks. The thought suddenly struck me "GAD... this is no time to get
an erection!!!"

With little fanfare, Karen brought her foot up between my legs, and once
making contact with my crotch, proceeded to turn on the power... and
with an incredible display of strength, Karen proceeded to lift me
completely off the floor by straightening her leg until it was perfectly
horizontal with the floor, suspending me a good 2 feet off the floor. I
had to bend over slightly to keep my grip on her knee for balance, but
for all intent and purposes, Karen basically supporting my entire weight
on her one foot. And not only was she supporting my weight, she began
to do reps with me on her foot the way she would use a machine at the
gym! I couldn't believe the strength this woman had in her leg! When
Karen got to about the 8th or 9th rep, she began to show signs of tiring
and stopped... but she could of easily repped out a number of more
reps. The whole time, my expression was one of absolute awe... and
Karen loved my reaction to her "working out" with me.

As soon as I felt my feet touch the floor, I got off of her foot and
stood up, but no sooner I did that, Karen slide to the edge of the couch
and leaned backwards... placed her toes of her bare feet up underneath
my belt and began to straight her leg upward, lifting me straight up in
the air until her leg was almost vertical... I had to of been a good 4
feet or so off the floor. Holding me with one leg like this, Karen
sensuously asked me "Does THIS give you an idea of how VERY strong my
legs are?" I was speechless... and Karen laughed softly at the
helpless expression I had. She toyed with me alittle while she had me
up there... "pressing" me if you will up and down several times...
after which she placed me back on the floor, removed her foot and stood
up. My expression must of been a gem... Karen laughed harder this time
and she took me in her strong arms and hugged me... and all I could
mutter was "Wow... wow!" After a brief embrace, Karen released her
firm hold and pushed me far enough from her to hold me by the waist at
arm's length. "Mmmmmmm... I can see you love being lifted. Did you
enjoy that?" Of course my response was a firm "YES!!!" Karen then
proceeded to tell me that it wasn't often she gets a chance to show off
her muscles and strength to someone like myself... her husband was a
good 6'2" and weighed over 220 lbs, versus my meager 160 lbs. She did
mention that she has a nephew who from time to time comes over and
enjoys being lifted by her, but because of being a relative it wasn't
the same and surely nothing sexual. Then she told me "By the way... I
felt your erection on my leg when I began to lift you with my legs
crossed... don't tell me that was your zippo lighter." I started to
tell her I didn't smoke.

And then it hit me... the time... geeeeeeez, time went by so quickly
and I was about to be late for a major meeting with the regional manager
and I told Karen I had to leave. Karen asked me if I planned on being
in the neighborhood any time soon... and I told her "Yes... I haven't
sold a pair of nylons to you yet... when would be a good time for me to
return?" She told me that her husband was returning from his business
trip the next day but would be going out for a week overseas the
following week... and that she'd call and let me know when it would be
good for me to return. So, I gave her my business card, quickly
gathered up my sample kit and asked Karen to escort me to the door. She
stepped in front of me... and with sensual eyes carressing my face
visually, she placed her hands under my armpits and proceeded to lift me
upwards until my eyes were just above the top of her head... and
looking up, Karen affirmed "And I hope this will inspire you to
return... please... I really enjoyed meeting you... and lifting you."
She lowered me just enough to place a kiss on my lips and then lowered
me down the rest of the way. With both feet firmly on the floor, I
began to walk towards her foyer and she escorted me to the door...
opened it, and blew me a kiss. I walked out looking behind me the whole
time as she waved bye with her fingers, and then slowly closed the door.
I turned to see where I was going... and if I would of taken two more
steps, I would of gone off her steps head over heals... 18 of them...
I counted them as I walked down... and wipped the sweat from my brow,
not knowing if it was from this sudden scare... or the experience I
just had.

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to be continued

karen