Lana Reaches Her Goal
By Rich
Lana lifts him with her strong legs
Lana was always a bit of a tomboy since I could remember. She didn't
possess incredible muscle or strength, but she was formidable whenever we horsed
around and she was able to pin me down if she was able to get me on my back and
straddle me. When we first met, Lana was around 5'8" and weighed somewhere
around 170lbs... alittle fat here and there in her upper body but moreso pretty
solid in her lower half from years of playing soccer in high school and in
college. She had better legs on her than most ballerinas I'd ever seen... her
calves were full and beautifully shaped with muscle that expanded outwards into
hard diamonds whenever she stood on her toes or pointed them... her thighs
exuded power every time she took a step, her quad muscles proudly showing
themselves as they easily propelled her in whatever manner she desired... and
her hamstring muscles were especially well defined, with a definite rounded
shape behind her legs from just below her butt to just above her knees. I've
always attributed that to all the running she did from playing soccer.
I use to race her from time to time but I never stood a chance in the
distance category. I could beat her off the line and slowly gain distance on
her for the first 50 yards or so, but as my legs started tiring out, Lana would
gradually regain that ground and usually pass me by the time we got about 75
yards or so under foot. I know that each time when she'd look behind her and
see me fully stopped, grabbing my knees hunched over gasping for air, she'd slow
her gallop down, turn around and run back towards me... and when she reached
me, she hardly looked winded at all. And she always got a kick out of seeing
her physical superiority over me in that department... propelling 30lbs more of
herself than what I weighed for a given distance. She definitely possessed
endurance as well as strength in the leg department.
Lana didn't possess an equal balance of strength in her upper body...
at
best, she could lift me in her arms but you could see some strain in her face
when she did... and she couldn't hold me like that for long. Her strength
surely was focused on the lower half of her body. As a matter of fact, she
shyed away from trying to lift me with her arms whenever we horsed around and
actually preferred lifting me with her legs whenever I got her down on her back.
I never said anything to her about how strong she thought she could possibly get
until one evening when I had her on the floor... and thinking I had her under my
control, she simply slipped her right foot up under my crotch and proceeded to
lift me completely off of her. For some reason, this fascinated her...
watching me flailing my legs in the air as I held on to her leg for dear life.
She really got a kick out of seeing that. And I suppose the timing was right...
after she put me back down on the floor beside her, she asked me if I liked
that... for which I immediately responded that I did. And I went on to express
how much I enjoyed being lifted and experiencing the strength a woman could
possess... and always wondered just how strong a woman could get. It was the
first time I ever admitted to her that I loved femuscle and the associated
strength that comes with it.
Lana surprised me by telling me that she actually enjoyed lifting me
with
her legs... in her words "It's so easy... piece of cake!" She admired both
the potential and real strength she had in her legs... much more than the usual
glance and then on to the next subject. It was the first time I saw her admire
what she had almost as much as "I" admired what she had! And when I first began
to admire the muscles in her legs, instead of withdrawing them, she accomodated
me... flexing a particular muscle group I admired as my attention slowly roamed
up and down her legs. Out of the corner of my eye, I swore I actually saw her
admiring her muscles as much as I was. When she sensed I caught her doing this,
her attention returned to me and my reactions.
I asked her if she had any deep, deep desires or appreciation for what
she
had and what she could do. Lana looked at me alittle puzzled and asked me what
I meant. I stated more specifically "Would you like to be even stronger than
you are now in your legs... and would you like to be considerably stronger in
your upper torso... your arms, shoulders, chest?" Lana looked at me for a
brief second and told me "I've never expressed this to anyone 'till now... but
I really love the feel of being strong and seeing what I can do... especially
with a person alot moreso than with an iron weight. I've thought about getting
strong upstairs, but I never inspired myself nor had anyone until now express
any interest in my muscles or strength. Yes... I'd LOVE to get stronger...
all over!" And to that she added "Lifting you with one leg... and feeling how
easy it is to do... I've wondered if I could get so strong with my arms too."
I was flabbergasted... my every opportunistic wish and dream was right in front
of me. If I could talk her into it, she could reach whatever I could help her
achieve and probably more. I told her that her legs were plenty strong and that
if she wanted me to help her get her arms stronger, I'd be more than happy to
help her. That's when she said something that till this day still rings in my
ear.
"Oh, Rick... I know my legs are strong now... but I want to get
them
stronger... much stronger. And my arms... the same... I want to be able to
lift you as easily with my arms as I can with my legs now... and I want to be
able to lift you with my legs so easily in the future that it would take
everything I got to keep from polishing my fingernails as I do it!" I audibly
gulped and asked her "Really???" Lana looked at me with very concerned eyes and
asked "Would that turn you off? I mean... would it bother you if I got alot
stronger than I am now... especially in my upper body?" I told her of course
not and began to reassure her for atleast a good 20 minutes on the virtues of
doing this and how I'd be soo appreciative and receptive to it. Lana exuded
smile after smile as I kept saying the right words... telling her what she
wanted to hear. As it turned out, she wanted to do this for some time but
didn't know how I'd react... and she surely didn't want to lose me because of
packing on some serious muscle on her part.
Now... I have to explain something about Lana. Lana... how can I say
this... can be VERY sensuous and intimidating at the same time. I know she'd
never do anything to hurt me, but knowing her appreciation for her own muscle
and strength caused me at times to feel uneasy, yet exilerated at the same time.
She had eyes that spoke fluent "sensual"... and she knew every expression in
the book... and how and when to attach words to this when she felt it needed
alittle boost. Case in point... if you ever saw her sitting on the floor with
you at her feet the way I did... and she pointed her toes on her leg closest to
you... and after you became transfixed with the beauty of this and looked her
in the eyes if you could peal them away from her legs long enough... her
expressions spoke for themselves, but an added "Pretty nice, don't you think?"
only vaulted it way over the line of being normal conversation. And she did
that very well! Anyway... back to the story.
I assurred her that she could never get too muscular or too strong to
scare me away... if anything, I'd magnet towards her to the point of probably
becoming obsessed with what she had. Her eyes opened wide with pleasure in
hearing that and asked in a reaffirming way "Really... you wouldn't mind that?"
I told her of course not! She then added "How would you feel if... when I got
strong enough... I'd use "you" for a weight... it would be alot more fun...
agree?" I gulped again and she laughed at my reaction. "And Rick... I can
probably do that now with my legs... I just need alittle help in developing my
upper body to get there as well... can you... will you help me?" Hell!!!
Does a cat have an ass? I told her in so many words "You BET I will!"
And so layed the ground work for where things are today. Lana worked
VERY
hard on her upper body. Specifically... her biceps went from being 12" flexed
to an easy 15 1/2" in 10 months... hard... very rounded... and very strong.
She uses me now for arm curls... that's right... arm curls. She can do a 3
set of 7-5-4... full range. BTW... I weigh 155lbs, so this isn't something
the average woman can do on her best day. And over the head lifts... how does
10-10-7 sound? When she reaches 10-10-10 no failure, she's going to up her reps
to 12s... and so on as she becomes stronger. She doesn't lift me every day
with her arms... about every other day. But she does lift me with her legs
every night we're together... and oh, God are her legs strong! I should say
leg as in singular most of the time, not with both. She especially loves to
lift me off the floor with one leg now and dangle me in the air in front of
her... and admire her abilities. Her calves are a whopping 17" and her thighs
measure 28" flexed, 25" relaxed. Her quads literally explode when she
straightens her leg out.
And oh... I don't want to forget telling you about this. She can curl
me
with her hamstrings while laying on her stomach on the floor... easily!!! By
placing her feet under my arm and between my legs, she can lift me off the floor
and rep out atleast 20 before she has to give it a rest! I don't know if any of
you ever experienced this thrill... but it's an awesome one! To see as well as
feel her hamstrings expand and harden as you're lifted off the floor and brought
straight up... and then over until her heals touch her butt... and then bring
you back up and over again and gently place you on the floor... or hold you
inches off the floor before repeating it... over and over again. It's
incredible! And soooo sensual in the way she goes about it... something I'll
have to share with everyone later.
Bottom line... if you ever get an opportunity like this, go for it!
It's
an investment of your time you'll never feel sorry for.