Desperate Couple

Byron wondered why he even bothered. After eight months
of faithfully working out three times a week, he still
weighed only 135 pounds and had arms that resembled
spaghetti. “Okay,” he said under his breath, “let’s see
if we can do tonight.” Lying on his back, he hoisted the barbell into the air
in an attempt to bench press ninety pounds, and almost
instantly he realized that he was in trouble after he
brought the bar down to his chest. Desperately he tried
to heft the iron off of his body, but the more he
struggled, the weaker he seemed to become. The first rule about bench pressing is to always use a
spotter, and at that very moment Byron was discovering
the wisdom of that particular idiom. He tried screaming
for help, but the air had been forced from his lungs,
leaving him in the very precarious position that he may
suffocate in a room full of people. As unconsciousness
began to overtake him, the bar miraculously was
wrenched off chest and blessed air filled his burning
lungs. After coughing for a second or two, he struggled to his
feet to thank his savior, but much to his chagrin he
was standing face to face with a woman. “Hey, dummy,”
she said while shaking her head from side to side,
“don’t you know enough to use a spotter? You can get
killed using free weights by yourself. If ya want to
lift alone, use a machine,” she said while walking
away. He chased after her and stuck his hand out and gushed,
“Of course you’re right, I just want to thank you, I
was in real trouble back there, and by the way, my
name’s Byron.” She gave him a quick once over before breaking into a
broad smile and taking his hand in her powerful hand
and replying, “Well, I didn’t mean to snap at you
Byron, but I just didn’t want to see you get hurt, come
on over here, and spot for me, okay.?.” As she walked in front of him, Byron for the first time
got a good look at her, and to say the least she was
the most muscular woman he had ever seen in his life.
While she wasn’t pretty, she had a wholesome looking
face with a solid Nordic features and a shock of blonde
hair that was short enough not to need a comb. As she positioned herself under bar that contained at
least two hundred pounds he offered in all seriousness,
“I don’t know if you should be trying this, I don’t
know how much I could help you if you got into
trouble.” In a quick motion, the blonde giant grabbed the bar and
let it down to her chest and replied, “No problem,
Byron, this is an easy one for me,” and then proceeded
to press the bar ten times quickly before returning it
to the cradle. After five more sets, she sat up and
toweled off her face and offered, “How about some ice
tea, I’m buying. They sat against the wall, sipped their diet colas, and
talked while absentmindedly watching others work out.
He found out that her name was Arianna, that everyone
called her Ari for short, and that she had been working
out for about five years. After taking a drink from his
can of pop, Byron asked casually, “May I ask you a
personal question?” “Shoot,” she replied quickly. “How much do you weigh? I’ve never seen a woman built
like you.” She chuckled before answering and replied, “That’s a
compliment I hope, but to answer your question, I weigh
225 pounds, give or take a pound or two.” “Geesh,” he replied in awe, “I’ve been working out like
a dog for over six months and still look like a bag of
bones.” She put her hand on his arm and said softly, “Some
people just have trouble building muscle mass, it has
nothing to do with how much you work out, it’s all
physiological, kind of like you’re preordained.” He was listening to her answer, but what he really was
thinking about was the feeling that shot through him
when she touched his arm, incredible. With his pulse still racing, he stammered, “So tell me,
Ari, does your husband or boy friend work out like you
do, I mean, is he all bulked up and all?” When she
didn’t answer, he quickly interjected, “I’m sorry, I
shouldn’t have asked such a personal question, please
forgive me.” She touched his arm again, this time letting her hand
linger as she replied, “No, it’s okay, it’s just that,
well, I don’t have a boyfriend, no man in his right
mind would ever want to date someone who looked like
me.” Now turning to face her, he took her hand and replied,
“You’re kidding I hope, because you’re about the most
amazing woman I’ve ever met.” It was then that he first
noticed that her eyes were glistening with tears, and
he realized that she was really hurting inside. He
leaned forward, gently kissing her cheek, and said,
“Let’s get showered and go have some of that ice tea.” “Two ice teas, no sugar,” Byron said to the waitress in
the all night diner they found not far from the gym.
Making an attempt at small talk, Ari commented that she
had never been here, but that it had a lot of
atmosphere. The waitress returned with their tea and then left the
two of them alone in the back booth. Byron took a long
drink, put his cup down, and said, “I know this is may
sound crazy, and don’t get upset, but I think that I’m
in love with you.” The words hung in the air for what seemed like and
eternity, until Ari replied softly, “I-I think I love
you too.” Byron’s head began spinning when he heard
Ari’s response to what he thought was an absolutely
crazy admission, but incredibly, she felt the way he
did. They sat in the booth for two hours just talking,
trading information about one another, and trying to go
slow, even though they were anxious to dive head long
in. Outside the cafe next to their cars, they kissed
under the light of a lamp post, not a sexy French-kiss,
but a sweet affectionate kiss that new lovers revel in. When they pulled apart, each could see it in the
other’s eyes, it was electric for both of them. This
was Wednesday, so they traded phone numbers and made a
date for Saturday evening. As each of them drove home,
they were both positive of one thing; they had each
found their soul mate. It had been a marvelous evening, just some burgers and
a movie, but it was better than the ballet and a five
course meal at a fancy restaurant. It seemed that they
were made for each other. The one thing that at first
was a little disconcerting, was the number of stares
Ari received because of her overly developed body, but
after a while, Byron didn’t even notice or care. Later that evening, in front of Ari’s apartment
building, the two of them sat in the front seat of
Byron’s car and necked like a couple of teenagers.
After one particularly long kiss, Byron looked into her
eyes and whispered, “I love you Arianna, just as sure
as I can be, I love you.” She kissed him again, and then whispered back, “Come on
up stairs for a while, I’ll make some coffee. Once
inside of the apartment, Ari led him straight to her
bedroom. “I thought you were going to make coffee,” he said with
a twinkle in his eye.” “Shut up and kiss me,” she said
as their mouths met in a passionate embrace. When they
finally pulled apart she offered, “Well, I guess this
is it, the moment of truth,” and slowly began removing
her clothing. Byron watched in awe and fascination while Ari slipped
out of her dress, revealing and incredibly muscled body
in a thong bikini bottom and a lycra sports bra.
“Okay,” she said softly, “your turn.” He turned three shades of red and stammered, “this is
so embarrassing, I feel so, I don’t know, inadequate, I
guess.” “Why?” she replied, a little dumb founded, “you’re
normal, what do you have to be embarrassed about?” “Well,” he stumbled, “you know, it’s just that I’m…
well you know… not really that well built.” She smiled and laughed affectionately, “Don’t worry,
you’re plenty of man for me,” and then proceeded to
help him remove his sweater, under shirt, and trousers.
The incongruity of it all hit them together, that of
her being the huge muscled one and him being the
proverbial 98 pound weakling. “We do look like an unlikely pair, don’t we?” she said
lightly. With the ice broken he replied, “Like Mutt and Jeff.” She looked him in the eye and asked softly, “Byron, can
you take off my bra and panties for me, please?” He
made an audible gulping sound in his throat, but with
shaking hands, slipped the tight fitting bra over her
head. Her chest was like none he had ever seen in
person or in photographs, and he sucked in his breath
while trying to contain himself. “T-they’re beautiful,
Ari,” he whispered, “I can’t believe how lucky I am.” “D-do you really like them?” she said in almost a
pleading voice, “most men find them very unattractive.” “My god!” he groaned, “they’re unreal, m-may I touch
them?” She took in a deep breath which seemed to expand her
chest even more, and whispered, “Please, I want you to
feel them, they’re yours.” What made her boobs so unusual, was that her breasts
were pulled tight against her chest do to her massive
muscle development, while her nipples stood out erect
and proud, almost begging to be sucked. At his first
touch the air whistled out of her, and she
involuntarily pressed forward, encouraging his
mammalian exploration. Seeing her positive reaction, Byron leaned down and
took a hard nipple into his mouth, resulting in a loud
moan from deep inside Ari’s throat. Growing bolder, he
continued sucking, but let his hand slip to her crotch
where began feeling her mound through her skimpy
panties. Between pants she begged, “I want you now,
please take me.” After gently pushing her back down on the bed, he
casually reached out and tugged the tiny nylon thong
off of Ari’s hips. Now it was his turn to suck in his
breath, because right before his very eyes was the most
succulent pussy he had ever seen, which was shaved
completely bare, with lips bulging out obscenely,
practically begging to be licked or fucked. He kicked of his boxers, exposing his erection to her
eyes for the first time. He wasn’t hung like King Kong,
but his six inches was certainly adequate, especially
to a woman who hadn’t been fucked in over three years.
He mounted her quickly, his penis immediately finding
her entrance as if it were drawn by a powerful magnet. He kept saying to himself, ‘go slow,’ but in his
excitement that was a hopeless ideal, so in one hard
thrust he buried it deep into her wetness, a union
between two people who both felt like this moment would
never happen to them. As hard as her body was, her
pussy was just that soft, enveloping him, coaxing the
seed out of his erection in waves of spurting cum. In the end, size didn’t matter, he was a man and she a
woman, and each performed their role like countless
other couples around the world at that very moment. She
out weighed him almost two to one, and in terms of
strength, it wasn’t even close, but when it came time,
he took her and made her his own, and that’s how it
began, for these two disparate lovers.