Over the hill, Prelaunch and Countdown
By Rick Saus
Barb makes Rick fly
*WARNING* *WARNING* *WARNING* *WARNING* *WARNING* *WARNING* *WARNING*
As a parent, you may not want your children to read
the following story, which contains certain material you
may consider inappropriate for them to read. If you're not
over 18 years of age, you shouldn't be reading this... or
go any farther.
If I'm addressing a "minor" here... one who's under
the age of 18, turn back and read some comic books... or
get your parent's permission before reading on.
If you're over 18... page down and enjoy.
[Over the Hill: Prelaunch and Countdown]
It was a cool and breezy March day... a perfect time
to fly kites and enjoy the relief from the long, cold and
snowy winter I remember us having. I was one of those who
decided to build his own kite rather than get one at the
local drug store or five 'n' dime. I made a box kite the
day before out of thin dried twigs, newspaper and string.
Back in the late early 60s, we didn't have hobby stores
where you could purchase balsa wood strips and paper or
cloth material for this purpose like you can today... one
made their own through imagination, patience and an extra
pair of hands if possible. I was fortunate to have the
most lovely (and strongest) pair of hands to assist me in
this endeavor... Barb's eyes lit up as soon as I asked her
if she'd like to make a kite with me.
Barb was at my door early that morning... eagerly
anticipating the maiden launch of our collective
creativity. I invited her in first for some hot cocoa...
the wind did have a chill in it and this would help keep us
warm. As we walked into the kitchen, Barb spotted the kite
I had at the ready against the wall near the back door and
she went over to admire our handiwork.
As she walked over to the kite, I couldn't help admire the
beautiful muscles she possessed in her legs... her
hamstrings were very prominent with a major curve in it's
outline that suggested a lot of power available and on tap
whenever she needed it. Her calves were incredible as she
took steps away from where I was sitting... without being
on her toes, I was still able to easily see the powerful
outline of them, the diamond shapes that easily filled the
palm of my hand whenever I cupped them... which was often.
And the way her quads proudly expanded outward in front of
her as they suddenly jutted out and rounded at their peaks
several inches above her knees. There was something Barb
loved doing... while standing in front of me, she enjoyed
watching my reaction while she made her quad muscles move
up and down when she flexed them... it drove me nuts! Of
course, she wasn't aware of me admiring the muscles in her
legs now as she bent over and picked up the kite in her
hands gingerly.
As she turned, she saw that my gaze wasn't on the
kite in her hands... it was on the muscles in her legs...
and a sensuous grin grew across her pretty face. As I
looked up at her briefly to see if my gaze had gone
unnoticed, it immediately became apparent to me that I was
caught in the act and my face got three shades of red.
Barb suddenly laughed at my chameleon reaction and with a
sexy tone of voice said "I don't know which I'll be able to
rise higher today, this kite in my hand or that bulge in
your pants!" I immediately looked down and saw that my
reaction to her beauty was quite apparent... it seemed I
did a lousy job of hiding both my gaze AND my sexual
reaction to her.
By now, those three shades of red had to of
metamorphosed into six as I tried to make a few adjustments
in the tent that was growing below my beltline... when
Barb added "Ooooo, Rick... is someone turned on by
muscles? How would you like a closer look... go ahead...
and feel them if you'd like." and then chuckled at her last
statement, knowing perfectly well that I couldn't keep my
hands off of her gorgeous legs if my life depended on it.
She extended her right leg out for me and pointed her toes,
which caused both her quad and calf muscles to flex hard
and prominently. I slid off the edge of my chair, almost
losing my balance from the sudden shift of weight that got
moved from my butt to my legs.
Barb held her leg out for me... flexing her muscles
with seemingly no apparent movement in her leg. She did
something that I felt was incredible. She was able to make
the muscles in her calf and quad rise and fall without
moving anything... all she did was flex a little harder
than before and then a little less, and so on... and she
was able to do this independently. She could make her quad
and calf flex either together or oppositely... the sight
was incredible!
I didn't bother standing up to go to her, I literally
crawled the 8 feet or so to her and her awaiting leg...
watching her muscles grow in size as I got closer and
closer. By the time I was positioned directly in front of
her leg, it seemed larger than life and ominous... I knew
from experience how powerful her legs were and I scanned
the memories of those experiences in my mind as I continued
to become more and more mesmerized with the way her muscles
were moving, tensing, softening, moving and tensing
again... over and over. Her muscles were having the same
affect on me as a moving flute to a cobra... I became
totally ignorant of anything and everything around me... I
was totally focused on her leg and her leg alone.
As I reached my hand out to cup the inside of her calf, she
brought her foot out a little to meet it and pointed her
toes even harder to cause them to bulge to their fullest.
I don't know how many of you have had the fortune of
cupping 16" of incredibly muscled calf on a woman, but I'm
here to tell ya that it's something you would never forget.
I can still practically feel her calf in my mind... her
skin was very soft and smooth, and just underneath her
muscles were incredibly hard as they danced in my hand. I
placed my other hand on the outside of her quad and felt
the same identical thing there. I don't know how I managed
to do it, but I looked up at Barb during my max
demonstration of admiration... and saw her smiling down at
me, very pleased with what she was seeing and feeling as my
hands tenderly squeezed and tested her muscles for
resilience. They didn't move at all to my fingers... I
would of had about as much luck making indentations in a
brick... probably better luck.
Then Barb did something totally unexpected... she
brought her foot up into my crotch and began to softly but
firmly rub me through my slacks while still flexing her leg
muscles for me. The combination was too much for me to
endure... I suddenly grasped her around her leg with both
arms and closed my legs in around her foot and began
kissing her leg wherever my lips could reach. I heard her
gasp from the sudden excitement of what I did and she began
to respond in her own way. She began to slowly raise her
leg... with me sitting on her foot holding on for dear
life... lifting me off the floor and upwards until her
knee was within inches of her chest. She held me there and
began to rock her foot (and me) back and forth just enough
to create the sensation of movement and weightlessness in
me. She held me like this for a considerable length of
time as I continued to kiss her leg wherever I was able to
reach with my head... to include her inner thigh which at
this time was within range due to my levitated position and
her knee bent almost all the way. She could of lifted me
higher but my legs were extending out under her which kept
her from pulling me up fully towards her. I mean, she
could of, but I would of been pulled off her leg.
Barb then did something (again) incredible. While
holding me on her leg, she pivoted around on her other foot
and with an awesome display of strength, she lifted me on
her leg by extending it out by straightening it... keeping
her knee close to her chest in the process, until she
lifted me far enough to clear the sink countertop. Then
she placed the tips of her toes on the countertop and just
held me like that for awhile as I continued to kiss and
tongue the inside of her leg.
She was eating this up immensely, as well as
myself... our sexual desires getting the best of both of
us... and we wound up "taking care of each other" before
heading out in the field across the street to finally do
something we had originally planned on. As soon as we
regained our composure, Barb asked me "Is this thing going
to fly?" I smiled at her and said "Hey, if you can fly ME,
and I fly like a rock, you shouldn't have any trouble
getting THAT thing off the ground!" And with that, we
headed out.
As we walked out the door, I suddenly noticed how
brisk the wind was blowing... and a quick calculation made
in my head of wind direction told me that it was perfect
for where we were going to launch our kite. The kite
itself was pretty good in size... and with the strong
wind, I had a bit of a hard time holding onto it. Barb saw
the trouble I was having and offered to take possession of
it, which I gladly accepted. Barb's strength was not only
obvious when she called it into action forcefully, as in
lifting me in different ways... but also in subtle ways,
like the way she was able to handle the kit much easier
than I did in the wind. I kept admiring her right bicep as
we walked which she had to use slightly to fight the tug of
the wind as we walked along... and she looked over at me
and smiled several times, noticing my admiration... and
intentionally flexed it harder for me to see my reaction.
She really loved to seduce me with her strength and
muscles... that's about the best way I can put it... she
literally seduced me with both.
As we reached the far end of the field, I took the
reel of 6# fishing line we planned to use and attached it
to the cross strings that marked the rough centerline of
the kite's body... and by sliding it slightly up or down,
we could fine tune the control and actual flight of this
newspapered albatross. On a normally breezy day, 6# test
line might of been good enough... but the wind seemed to
be sustaining around 15 to 20mph... and it was really
pulling on the kit... even Barb's body was nudged back and
forth by the wind pushing against the kite held tightly in
her hands.
As soon as we felt ready, the kite was launched...
and to our utter delight, it immediately took to the sky...
I tied the line perfectly on the cross strings... and the
kit steadily climbed to our collective amazement. The drag
on the open faced Mitchell reel was set just right to
afford sufficient resistance to the wind to elevate the
kite. The line fed out steadily until the kite appeared to
be around 200 or so feet in the air.
Then disaster struck... a gust of wind at the kite's
altitude placed more exertion on the kite than the 6# test
line was able to handle and the line snapped like a 22
caliber gun going off, surprising the both of us. The kite
immediate made a b-line for the hill side across the street
and within seconds disappeared behind the tree line. I had
Barb help feed the line as I rewound it onto the reel...
and as soon as we got all (actually half) of the line
recovered, we headed for the other side of the field and
across the street to the edge of the woods that marked the
upper perimeter of the hill side.
The angle of the hill side was pretty steep... as
anyone from Pittsburgh can validate of the terrain there...
and leaving the reel hidden in tall grass at the tree line,
Barb and I began our decent down and in the direction we
felt the kite may of landed. I was glad Barb was strong
and sure footed... she kept me from toppling over a number
of times when I lost my footing... and on one instance,
she literally lifted me completely off the ground to keep
me from falling by grabbing hold of my belt at the back and
curling me up and towards her. She loved the feel of my
weight as she held me several inches off the ground... and
began to do several single arm curls with me. I wasn't in
a position to enjoy how her arm must of looked... I was
face down and all I could see was the earth rise and fall
below me... or I should say, me rise and fall above it. I
could hear her giggling to herself... she loved to sight
of how she was able to lift me so easily and how excited
this always made me. Barb was half sensuous/half
sadistic... but in a sensuously sadistic and gentle way.
Barb never used her strength to hurt me... she was always
careful of that. The way she loved to use her strength on
me was in a gentle, persuasive way... just enough to
demonstrate her abilities but never enough to cause pain or
discomfort if she could help it. As a matter of fact, this
challenged her even more... it required more strength than
usual to be able to use her strength gingerly that it would
of required by simply clean and jerking me... got the
picture?
As soon as she had her fun with me, she gently
lowered me to the ground and then helped me stand. I
turned and gave her the warmest kiss I could muster, and we
stood there momentarily caring less about the kite... all
we wanted to do was express our deep love for each other in
that kiss. After a moment, I indicated to her that she was
affecting me in such a way as to hamper my usual ability to
walk without breaking something just below the beltline...
she looked at me sensuously and lowered her right hand to
cup the growing erection that was becoming increasingly
noticeable... and slowly massaged me with the palm of her
hand... all the while looking me deeply in the eyes...
and then seductively leaning forward and running the tip of
her tongue over the ridge of my right cheek. God, I felt
like melting on the spot... and my knees were quickly
losing it as she slowly worked her hand and tongue over
very sensitive areas of me. She then backed off slightly,
gave me a big grin and told me we'd better find the kite
before it becomes a home for some bird or squirrel...
squeezed my aching erection slightly, and kissed me quickly
but softly on my lips.
We then continued searching for the kite... and
fortunately, we didn't have to go very far. Out of the
corner of my eye, I saw the tail of the kite flapping in
the wind to our right and about 20 feet up in a tree. It
didn't appear to be damaged any and we started considering
how we were going to extract our kite from the grasp of the
branches it was lodged between. Barb sized up the
situation quickly, took off her tennis shoes... and with
her usual flare of strength, reached for a branch about a
foot above her, causing her to raise up on her toes. By
this time, I was already primed once again to enjoy the
sheer beauty of Barb's overall musculature... the way she
was able to make them flex and move under sensuously soft
skin... and the sight of her incredible calves was more
than any femuscle-lovin' man could endure.
I crouched down and softly ran my hands over the
smooth, hairless skin of her calves... mentally evaluating
the distinction between that soft skin and the rock hard
muscle just beneath it. Barb had gotten hold of the branch
easy enough, but she remained standing on her toes like
this for a little bit to allow me to... indulge myself...
and all the while thinking about what she could do next to
best the effect she was having on me at that moment. It
didn't take her long to figure out what that was going to
be.
With a mighty flex of her biceps, she easily curled
herself up towards the branch... slowly... as I kept my
hands still and her legs traveled past them upwards. There
was another branch just to the right of the one she was
hanging from that looked somewhat sturdier... and Barb
reached for it casually as if she lived all her life in
trees. Once she twirled herself around on this branch, she
found another branch just below her that she was able to
sit on and yet be able to hold on to the branch she had in
her grasp... and with sheer power, Barb positioned herself
gracefully on the branch and released the strain of her
160lbs from her arms... only holding onto the branch
enough to keep steady.
From this height, her knees were at my nose level...
and I positioned myself in front of her legs, hugging both
in my arms and kissing the sexy plates of her kneecaps. As
I continued kissing them, I became more and more aroused
and began to hug her legs tighter with my arms... and Barb
quickly took advantage of this by grabbing hold of the
branch above her with both hands to steady herself... and
then with incredible strength, began lifting me off the
ground by bringing both of her legs out straight in front
of her. I could only imagine how ripped and solid her abs
were as she did this... the strain on them must of been
incredible, but she handled me easily as though it were
nothing.
I continued to rise in the air until barb had her
legs perfectly horizontal with the ground... and there I
was laying on top of her shins, my crotch resting on the
tops of her feet that she had pointed like a ballerina.
With Barb supporting my entire weight on her legs, I
stopped embracing them and placed the palm of each of my
hands on the rounded solidification of femuscle bulging
incredibly from her calves... the feel of her diamonds as
I ran my fingers over the steep ridge of their walls, down
into the valleys just below them and back up to their
plateaus was beyond anything I could describe... at
least two fingers set side by side... this is roughly how
much her diamonds protruded outward... and I think I could
of placed a good chunk of a third finger in there to boot!
After caressing these incredible mounds of muscle, I
ran my hands up and over the immense rise of her quads,
which in their effort to hold me fast above the ground
jutted out just above the knee and appeared to be twice
their normal size under my load. I can remember not being
able to squeeze or dent them any... they were just as hard
as her calves. Barb then gently began to rock me side to
side by alternating her feet and lower legs to raise and
lower in opposite directions... just enough to cause me to
grasp her legs again but not enough for me to lose my
balance. Barb laughed at the way I was suddenly startled
by this... and kept it up for a little while longer to
make sure the affect was securely planted in my mind...
one of the reasons why to this day I can remember a lot of
the things she did with her strength to excite me.
When Barb felt she had enough of that, she began to
lower me to the ground... stopping about half way and
jostled me up and down slightly as she gave me the most
incredible, sensual smile a woman could generate! She then
lowered me the rest of the way until my feet came in
contact with the ground... and I released my bearhug from
around her legs. Barb then got up off the branch by
pulling herself upwards in a chin-up fashion, and placed
her feet where she just sat. She beckoned me to join her
up there, but I discovered quite soon that I wasn't able to
reach the same branch that she did so easily in her initial
ascent. I made a couple vain attempts at jumping for it
but I was barely able to get my fingers on it enough to
support my weight. That's when Barb got an idea.
She told me to wait a second... and then while
holding the sturdy branch she had a grip on, she lifted her
right foot off the branch she was standing on, and began to
lower herself by bending at her left knee until her foot
came down far enough with her stiffened leg to reach my
crotch. She then asked me to sit on her foot and hold onto
her leg... as she began to raise up again on her one leg,
lift herself... and me on her foot, upwards... until her
left leg was fully straight. She then continued to lift me
upwards by bringing her right leg up until her thigh was
pretty much parallel with the ground and her foot was
resting... with me on it, on the branch. What an
incredible feat of strength that was! As a matter of fact,
she thought I wasn't fully on the branch... and afraid I
might slide off the minute she removed her foot from under
me, she lifted me back off the branch and suspended me
several inches above it while she watched where she placed
her foot down to ensure I wasn't going to go anywhere once
my weight was fully released from her one leg.
I can only imagine where my lower jaw was after
experiencing this sheer demonstration of the strength Barb
had in her right leg... AND left as she lifted both of us
up with it by standing from a near fully crouched position.
Try doing this sometime on your own with one leg, let alone
having someone suspended on your other leg... see how easy
(sarcasm) it would be to do this! Go ahead... right now!
Add some reality to your reading... this is one way you
can better appreciate what I'm trying to describe. See...
not very easy, was it?
Anyway... Barb got a charge out of my expression and
began to laugh uncontrollably... and all I could do was
sit there on that branch and look up at her with a dazed
expression! As soon as Barb was able to regain a little
control of herself, she pointed the toes of her right foot,
brought her leg around and in front of me... and began to
massage my already fully erect lovemuscle with her toes
through my pants... seductively suggesting to me "My,
my... did I get your attention on THAT lift! And...
mmmm... got you excited, too... didn't I?" as she
continued to gently but firmly glide her foot up and down
over my shaft. As she did this, and while holding on to
her left leg for balance, I reached out and caressed her
flexed calf with my other hand... feeling the incredible
distinction in texture and size... all the while, Barb
looked down at me... watching my reaction as she deftly
ran her foot over me like... a trained gymnast does on a
parallel bar to "feel" where she's at on any given moment!
By this time, I had long forgotten what we had
descended down the hill after in the first place... and so
did Barb. We eventually recovered the kite... but...
that's another story.
- to be continued