10 comments/ 44190 views/ 2 favorites Fitness Contest By: curl4ever Many thanks to Asylum Seeker for his superb editing and improvements. Thanks also to S-Des for valuable suggestions and encouragement. "I got an email today about this year's campus fitness challenge," John said as he returned a pair of dumbbells to the rack with a muted clang. Between strides on the treadmill, Mary replied "Wasn't last year a full-day endurance race?" "Yeah; that marathon runner from the History department came in miles ahead of everyone else." "So, what's the contest this year?" "It has three parts. There's a five mile run, powerlifting, and a physique contest." John laughed as he continued "I have no idea who could do well in that kind of mix. Endurance aerobics, pure strength, and showy body-builder muscles all require very different kinds of training." "Well, maybe that's the point," Mary interjected. "No one specialty has an edge this year." She stepped off the treadmill and wiped her forehead with a towel. "You should enter this year; you've been running, you've been lifting weights forever, and you've got really nice muscles." "Thanks for the compliments, sweetie," John said as he picked up a heavier set of dumbbells and started doing shoulder presses. "First, I don't think my two-mile jogs have prepared me to keep up with all the relentless runners. Second, there are plenty of real bruisers on campus who can bench press my weights and me at the same time. Third, bodybuilders have major league muscles - I couldn't live down being seen on stage in a set of Speedos." "I think this is exactly for you!" Mary countered. She kept an admiring eye on John's shoulders as they flexed under the narrow straps of his tank top. She picked up a set of dumbbells and began doing lunges. "You're well-balanced. You can outrun the weightlifters and you can outlift the runners. There are different age categories, right?" John drank in the view of Mary's shapely thighs and tight buns as they pumped in her tight workout shorts. Getting fit had made her look half her real age, like a sexy twenty-something. He finally answered "Sure. One of the brackets is age 45 to 55." "That's perfect!" "But Mary, you've seen the photo in Jeff's family room from his bodybuilding competition. That's how 'muscular' is supposed to look. When I suggested that I should get together with Jeff and Greg for a workout, you wouldn't even let me lift weights with them." "First of all, you won't be competing against 20 year olds, like Jeff's photo. Second, that workout you suggested was ten years ago. That was before I appreciated how strong you were. I also know now that you're really careful about lifting, and wouldn't get into any dangerous horsing around with them." John silently switched to bicep curls. That was ordinarily an exercise to which he devoted his full intensity (unless he was staring at her, of course). Mary could see from the distant look in his eyes that she had set him thinking. Eventually he placed the weights down and took a drink while Mary waited to hear his analysis. "OK, I could try. It would even be fun, but I see two problems. Time; I'm going to have to train my butt off for the next five weeks, and equipment; to train that heavy safely, I need to spend $500 to get a power rack." "That's no problem," Mary answered. "You'll have lots of free time on your hands because of my Seattle project. I'll be spending two weeks of overtime here and then three solid weeks in Washington State. As far as equipment, I would love for you to make your workouts safer. I've seen you window shopping for one of those safety cage thingies for years now. And by the way," she added, "don't train your butt off, sweetie, that's your nicest feature for the female judges to enjoy." As John started a second set of bicep curls, Mary headed towards him and put on a coquettish look. "You know, sir, I do have experience as a personal trainer, and I can help make your muscles bigger and harder. As you know, it is very important to have a strong core, so we start right at the center," she said, cupping the front of his shorts. She gasped in mock amazement and quickly transitioned. "I see, Sir, that you have already advanced beyond phase one where most of our clients begin." She started to pull down his shorts and underwear as she continued, "That means we can move right along and begin getting you very big and very hard..." Again pretending to be overwhelmed, Mary continued "My goodness, Sir, I've never before had a client who was already past phase two of our development program." She knelt in front of him and continued her teasing. "I see that we can start training for extremely big and extremely hard..." The remainder of her sentence was muffled as her mouth closed around his cock. Refusing to give up possession of his throbbing rod, Mary kept a firm grip on its base and continued her smooth suction as he swiveled to return the dumbbells to the rack. His fingers were now free to sift through her damp hair. The slight twitching of his digits revealed that only his considerable self-restraint was preventing those fingers from pumping her head with increasing thrusts. As John fell deeper under her spell, Mary soon tasted the familiar tangy-salty honey at the tip of his cock. Licking the tip to savor every bit, she moaned a gentle "Mmm" as the real emotions of contented arousal displaced her sexy play-acting role. The accelerated pulsing of the truth-detector between her lips made her realize that the idea of this fitness competition targeted a deep desire in John, far more than he was willing to express in words. Much faster than normal, his penis tugged and twitched as it rose upwards. Her hands made one final curve around their usual positions on his shaft and balls. Excited by the extra thoughts about his body today, she shifted her hands upwards along his chest. His muscles were as hard and broad as if the steel plates he lifted had been embedded under his skin. He tensed and arched as the tightening of his balls indicated the approaching orgasm was beyond his control to delay. She ran her hands down the flare of his back muscles and squeezed the solid glutes of the ass she loved to watch. With a grunt, a shudder ran through his body. She moved her hands to his abs that flexed and fit her fingers like a piano keyboard. As she stroked her hands down the scale toward the root of his cock, he exploded. As the surge of cum filled her mouth, she swallowed to prepare for the second. Her gentle contraction around his tip and the following pulse of suction triggered a second spurt; this was followed by a groan and final spasm that surged through his body. John staggered back and sat on the bench. Moans of satisfaction sounded from his throat as Mary licked the cum off of his satisfied shaft with long strokes of her tongue. "If you enjoyed this, just think of the sex we'll have after you win." ***** The next week passed quickly for Mary. Preparing for the trip to the Seattle customer led to overtime every night and complete immersion at work. Instead of the relaxing lunches she would ordinarily have with John once or twice during the week, he dropped her off a sandwich and a kiss as she ran back to her desk. After working ten hours on Saturday she decided to have a peaceful Sunday, so after church she and John sat in a restaurant catching up on each other's lives for the week. Mary's week was a hyperactive tangle of problems, bugs, demands, and counter-demands with vendors, customers, bosses, and support staff. After a non-stop hour, she had painted an intense but abbreviated description of seventy frustrating hours of work. As John watched the tension finally ebb away from her forehead and shoulders, she gave her first smile of the meal and asked about his week. Aside from the usual yearly deluge of phone calls from incoming students and their frantic parents, he had made progress wrapping up some summer projects. Then, Mary inquired "So, how's the fitness competition going?" "OK. I've started training pretty intensely. I've stepped up my morning run to three miles and I've been lifting weights about two hours a day. I alternate body parts every day, of course, so I don't overtrain." "So, how do you like your new power rack?" she asked. "Fantastic," he answered. "I didn't even know if you noticed I bought it." "Well, it was hard to miss the huge cardboard box out in the trash on Wednesday morning," she pointed out with a laugh. "The improved safety is wonderful, but it will never replace you as my favorite spotter, Honey," he smiled. They finished their dinner with a promise to spend more time together. ***** The following week turned out to be another rushed tangle. Work became more frantic for Mary. John started working on a posing routine at the Iron Dragon, so most nights he collapsed, exhausted, into bed either before or long after Mary. After working more than a full day on Saturday, Mary was just happy she could leave work several hours earlier than the ten o'clock that had become her grueling necessity. She arrived home, saw the basement door open, and quickly changed into a little white tee-shirt and shorts. She slipped downstairs, hoping to surprise John with her early arrival. Before she even turned the corner and was able to see John, she heard the powerful whoosh of his breath in and out of his chest like a bellows. When she could finally see him, he was pumping dumbbells in an exercise she didn't recognize, but with an almost animalistic intensity. He had no shirt on today and was wearing a pair of his old workout shorts that had been newly cut several inches shorter, revealing his bulging thighs. He dropped the weights and turned to face a newly-installed mirror. As he flexed to inspect the result of whatever exercise that he had been engaging in, she saw the same John, but his body was definitely more muscular. She thought she saw bulges that she had never noticed before, and the ones she had always noticed seemed much more enhanced. "I can't believe how big you got in two weeks!" she exclaimed. "Your muscles look amazing!" Instantly concerned, she added "You're not taking steroids, are you?" "That would be fun," he said half-seriously as he turned to smile at her. "I would love to get muscles that big, but it's not worth a destroyed liver and shriveled balls." "Thank you, Honey. I prefer you wise and healthy." She walked over to give him a hug and a kiss. The smell of testosterone-laden sweat sent a chill down her spine. "Still, how did you make such big changes so fast?" "Oh, nothing drastic," he said wryly. "Five times as many hours lifting weights, different exercise routines for maximum size instead of functional strength, extra protein for building muscle tissue, and creatine supplements for increasing muscle volume. Not to mention a Spartan diet and aerobics -- I've lost about three pounds of fat, so I have a little more definition." "Well, it really worked!" she continued as he stepped inside the cage-like power rack. He lay down on the bench and positioned himself under the heavy barbell. As he started pumping the bar up and down, Mary was surprised to hear a metallic rattle. Expecting it to be due to the power rack, her eyes finally focused on the metal links hanging from each side of the bar. "Chains?" she asked, incredulously. John finished the set and returned the bar to its rack before speaking. "Yeah. It's a great training method developed at Westside Barbell. As you lift the chains off the ground, the weight gradually increases to correspond to the easier biomechanics at the top." "A little kinky, don't you think?" she asked with a smile. Glancing around, she spied a white sheet covering an old chair and whipped it over her shoulder to make an impromptu toga. She walked over to John who looked up from the bench with curiosity. Picking up one of the lighter spare chains, she moved John's hand behind his head. She wrapped the chain around his wrist and the leg of the bench, placed the loose ends in his palm and folded his fingers over them. "So, for me, Aphrodite, to have carnal love with the mighty Hercules, I would need to restrain you with these chains." She repeated the procedure with John's other hand as a smile spread across his face. "Your deeds are known far and wide, Hercules, and they say that even among the gods, there is none to equal your strength and fair appearance." She kissed him on the lips and ran her fingers through his hair. Sliding her hands down to his shoulders, she covered his arms and chest with kisses as she continued, "Mmm, I see that the stories are indeed true. Even Zeus does not have muscles to match these." John shifted mental gears from intense focus on his workout to revel in the passionate fantasy being spun by Mary. He had been so deprived of his lover for the past two weeks that he longed to grab and caress her, but instead he played by the rules of this new game. Mary's tongue licked a rivulet of salty perspiration from John's neck and finished the gesture with a gentle bite to his nipple. Her kisses worked their way down John's muscular midsection as she continued in character. "The stories say that the mighty Hercules possesses a manly spear of which there is no equal on earth or Olympus. I will find the truth." She caressed the front of his gym shorts, as if exploring him for the first time. John's cock, of course, was completely stiff and straining to expand past the constraints of mere flesh. Mary slipped her hands beneath his shorts to caress his balls, which were already tightened in their sack. He was quickly on the agonizing verge of orgasm. "You feel very promising, Hercules, but it is time to see for myself." Pulling his shorts and underwear at the same time, she slid them off his lifted hips. "Indeed! I see that the rumors are true. This is the biggest shaft ever, and I must have it inside me." She continued sliding his shorts over his thighs and his bent knees. In the process, her fingers caressed the length of his legs until the unnecessary clothing finally left his feet. Taking two heavier chains, she wrapped them around John's ankles and the weight bench. "Now that you are completely in my power, we will see if the strength of your man-muscle matches the strength of your others. To win your freedom from these chains, you must complete your most difficult labor. As the goddess of sexual love, I have the most experienced love chamber in the universe, but your shaft must provide me the ultimate pleasure, beyond what I have ever felt before." Pulling off her shorts and panties under the toga, Mary stepped over John's legs to straddle his waist. She grasped his rigid cock and guided it toward her center. She sighed as she felt his wetness merging with hers while she slid his tip up along her slit and around her engorged clit. Positioning the tip at the entrance to her waiting pussy, she rocked gently back and forth, working the bulbous head of his shaft between her slippery lips. Each of her motions sent another pulse of pressure through the root of his penis and its throbbing intensified. Inch by inch, she slowly slid deeper onto his rod. They were already extremely wet together, but she limited her pace to feel his entry as exquisitely as possible. The slow penetration triggered intense contractions of internal muscles for both of them. The storyline dialog degenerated to passionate grunts, groans, and expletives as their motions accelerated. After two weeks of denial and the arousal of their presence finally together, their usual conventions of gentle lovemaking turned into the vigorous, unrestrained intensity of a mortal and a god fucking each other to unparalleled heights. As Mary went over the edge into a vortex of animal passion and love long-denied, the contractions of her walls made John's stimulation no longer possible to prolong. The pressure in his balls had been at the bursting point for minutes already and with a final grunt, he thrust his pelvis off the bench and exploded his hot semen toward her womb. He forced his cock even deeper as he ejaculated a second and third time. Finally, physically spent, John collapsed his hips back onto the bench. Mary rested her chest on his, contentedly kissing his neck and lips. "Mmm," she finally sighed, "you are indeed the best, mighty Hercules. If I remove your chains, will you join me in the royal baths?" "Indeed, noble Aphrodite," he replied. "You have captured my heart as completely as you captured my spear." Mary gave a brief laugh of amusement at that line, then another contented sigh as she slid her pussy off his relaxing rod. "I wasn't kidding about the bath, you know," she added. "I'll get the wine while you untangle those chains and get your exceedingly cute butt upstairs." ***** The following two weeks seemed both far too short and unbearably long as John intensified his training during Mary's business trip. On Saturday night, just as John was turning off the water in the shower, he heard the phone ring. He grabbed his towel and without taking the time to dry, ran out of the bathroom, grabbed the phone, and said, "Hello?" too loudly and too quickly. "Hello yourself, Honey," Mary's voice answered from the other end of the line. "Catch you at a bad time?" "Not really. I got back from the Iron Dragon about twenty minutes ago. I was hoping you would call, so when the phone rang, I jumped out of the shower." "Oooh, that's something I would have enjoyed seeing. Now you've made me more homesick than ever," she sighed. After recovering Mary asked "Having fun with your workouts?" "It's pretty intense. I started putting my workout log on a spreadsheet. If you add up every repetition, I lifted over a million pounds last week," he announced with a laugh. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "I'm suitably impressed. How's the posing practice going?" "Incredibly hard," John answered. "Umm, sounds nice already." "You dirty-minded little hottie," John teased. He stretched to relieve a few of the aches. "I meant DIFFICULT. I have to hold a pose perfectly still for ten seconds. That means tensing every muscle in my body while smiling and looking perfectly relaxed. Then I have to move gracefully and effortlessly to the next pose in blissful anticipation of again squeezing my body hard enough to puke my guts out." "Sounds delightful," Mary retorted. "Seriously, though, I can't wait to see your routine. I really miss you." "I miss you so much, too," John replied. "This has been a very long two weeks." "I got back to the hotel a little earlier than usual tonight, so I got to use the gym and the pool." "How was it?" "Pretty nice. Not crowded, only one other woman and one guy," Mary said, filling in the details. "Seeing him really made me miss you, though. He didn't look nearly as good as you, but the difference in attitude was even more striking. He seemed all tense and nervous, and trying too hard to look macho. The contrast made me really appreciate your sense of peace and quiet power." John theorized, "He probably just wanted to make sure he was lifting more weight than you." "Ha, very funny," Mary countered with a fake laugh and real humor. She continued, "You know, observing the two of them made me appreciate why art is so focused on the female form. Without the nice muscles you have, he looked angular and awkward compared to her. You would have liked her outfit, nice boobs, showing some cleavage..." "Hey," John interrupted, "I object! I only have eyes for you." "Excuse me," Mary expounded. "Unless something has happened in the last two weeks that I don't know about, you're still male, and you're hornier than ever. I'd let you look at her once, as long as you went back to lusting after me." Fitness Contest "Ah, my favorite pastime," John sighed teasingly. Mary continued, "I'm so sex-starved out here that even she started looking tasty to me." "Oh, really?" John inquired, intrigued by this new sexual undertone. "Don't worry, she left about a minute later, so I didn't even get to talk to her," Mary explained. She continued with longing in her voice, "My pussy has been aching just for you. I'm so horny that in the pool, when nobody could see underwater, I held my boobs and pretended it was your hands." "If I were there," John replied, "I'd have been doing more than that." "Just talking to you is making me so wet," Mary continued. "I'll bet you're hard, baby." "Absolutely," John answered truthfully. Since he was sitting on a towel on the bed, rather than wearing it around his hips, the evidence was in plain sight. "I can't wait. We have to do this now," she insisted. "I'll tell you what to do. First, I'd stroke right along the middle from the very base of your cock up to the very tip." "Wait," John interjected. "I don't know if I can do this." "Well," Mary insisted, "I know you can do this... like you do in the shower when we don't have time for a quickie before work." "Hey, wait!" John protested. He could only manage to stammer, "How... you never..." "Never mind, sweetie," she interrupted. "Shut up and cooperate, or I'll make you pay when I get home. So what are you doing to me?" "Ummm," he paused, readjusting his thoughts. "I'm brushing my fingertips across your nipples." "Mmm, good thought, but too damn slow for tonight," Mary said firmly. "I've moved your hand onto my pussy and it's doing your usual magic... Grab your cock!" she ordered. "It's too big for even both my hands to cover it." He complied, saying merely, "Mm-hm," as he imagined her stroking him. Their breathing accelerated. "I bet you can't wait either," she said after a few moments. "Hurry, grab the lube. I've got mine... Unh... Mmm... Ready?" They still had their phones propped on their shoulders, but the conversation was reduced to grunts and moans. The separation of the past two weeks had made their sexual tension far greater than their initial awkwardness could suppress. He would never have imagined actually masturbating with Mary's knowledge and prompting, but he could tell that his cock had never felt more loaded and primed to explode. Mary had two fingers in her pussy and was rubbing her mound hard enough to shake the bed. "Unh!" "Oh, God!" "Ohh!" "Mmh!" "Oh, fuck!" "Baby, baby, fuck me harder!" Their words tangled together in a blur that even a professional eavesdropper wouldn't have been able to sort out. After reaching "Unh, unh, unh, uhhhhh!" the transcript would have shown a minute of no words as their panting slowed into the relaxed postorgasmic breathing of two lovers becoming one. John finally spoke. "So, that was phone sex? You're pretty good at it." "Not quite," Mary corrected. "That wasn't 'phone sex.' That was a mind-blowing, earth-shaking, remote-control FUCK." After catching her breath again, John could hear the smile in her voice as she continued, "That was just a shadow of what we're going to do face-to-face next week." "I can't wait," John admitted. "Now I need another shower, you nasty guy," Mary teased. "Good night, loverboy." "Good night, lovergirl." ***** The following Friday night Mary returned to her hotel room. She had just kicked off her shoes when the phone rang. Her excited hopes were met with John's pleasant voice saying "Hi! I didn't expect you back in your room yet. I thought I'd have to leave a message again." "We ran into a problem and had to stop early tonight," she explained. "But that means I can't leave tomorrow morning." "Poor honey," he sympathized. "I'm so furious! I can't even talk about it!" John could hear her pause and take a deep breath before she continued, "How did the race go today?" John paused, thinking of how to describe the event without conveying too much disappointment. "It was tough. I ran my best time for five miles, but I came in number twenty." "Top twenty sounds great, honey!" "Not top twenty. For the whole race, I was more than one hundred people back from the winner, so I didn't even keep track," John said sadly. "Even for my age bracket, I was number 20 out of 34. I can't believe that so many of us old fogies came out to compete." "Sorry, honey. It still sounds great to me," Mary declared truthfully. "I'm glad you ran well for yourself, though. I wish I were there to hug you." "Thanks for the thought. I miss you so much, and I'm sorry to hear that you'll be stuck out there for another day." After a moment, he filled in some additional details, saying, "I was surprised by how many of the runners' mafia showed up. They probably won't do that well in the other parts of the contest, but it's pretty discouraging being twenty back, since they add your rank from each part to determine the best rank overall." "Those skinny runners won't have a chance tomorrow!" Mary declared. "I'm mad enough having missed your race today, but because I had to rebook my flights for Sunday morning, I'll miss your powerlifting tomorrow. I won't be able to cheer you on -- or provide the usual incentive for breaking your records." Her sultry grin was easy for John to recognize even over the phone line. John laughed. "I don't think they'd let you take off a piece of clothing for each of my lifts, despite how much they would have enjoyed the show." "How about an I.O.U?" Mary suggested. "I promise you double when I get home." "Sounds good to me, Honey," John agreed. "Oh, drat! My cell phone is ringing." Mary paused for a second as she looked at the screen of the offending instrument. "It's the local database guy. I have to take this. Bye, sweetie, I love you." "I love you too," John answered before the line went dead. ***** Things must have been crazy in Seattle for the next twenty-four hours, since it wasn't until the next evening when Mary called. "Hi, Honey," she said with clear relief, happiness, and excitement in her voice. "All done! I'm back at the hotel packing to fly out tomorrow. How did the contest go today?" "A lot more fun," John said honestly. "Oh, I'm so glad! I was thinking about you all day. What happened?" "It seems that most of the runners' mafia had no intention of showing up for the whole contest. Because twelve of the people ahead of me in yesterday's race dropped out, I automatically moved up to eighth place!" "That's neat!" Mary exclaimed. "I made all three of my bench press attempts; 260, 280, and 290 pounds." "Isn't that about thirty pounds more than your last record?" Mary inquired. "Actually, it was thirty-five pounds more..." "You know what that means," Mary interrupted. "It's time for the usual incentive reward. I'm wearing my gold silk blouse. You always like the way it shines on the top of my breasts. You'll like it even more as it comes off, one button at a time." John's mouth dropped open as he listened in stunned silence. Watching herself in the mirror so she could describe each unbuttoning step, she continued "Top button. Wow, Honey, it looks like my neckline is completely flushed; I must be hot just thinking about you." "Sounds nice," John replied. "Cleavage. Hmm, maybe I should always wear it open down to here. Uh, no," she laughed. "When I lean over, you can see way too far. I'd have guys walking past my desk all day!" Resuming her plan, she continued, "Sorry for breaking the mood. Bustline. You know, that biggest line around," she teased. "Mm. Just in case you can remember it, this is my beige bra. It's smooth and boring where my blouse rides, but it has the very deep plunge in the center as a secret treat just for you. The inside curve of my breasts looks like ... soft, sweet peaches," she decided. "I remember," John croaked. He adjusted his pants as his long-denied shaft expanded. "You'd particularly like this next button," she tormented. "It's just below the band of the bra. My breasts pushing out make the whole front of the blouse flare open. They ache for your touch. The next button is at my midriff. Uh oh, I had no idea that my nipples could show through this bra. God, they are so stiff right now! It's good I don't usually get this aroused at work." "What do you mean by 'usually?'" John managed to ask. "Let's talk about that later, sweetie. This next one is at my belly button. You'd completely forget about your question, because my chest swells out enough to cast shadows down my tummy." A moment later she continued "I have to un-tuck to get this last button. It sits down by my pussy curls all day, just waiting for you to undo it. Ahh, that's much better!" Mary paused for a moment. "This would look even sexier if I didn't have to prop the phone on my ear and switch sides to slide out of the other sleeve." "You know, I can't wait until you're back," John confessed, adjusting his pants again to accommodate the rush of blood that was hardening his penis. "I can't wait either. Mmm, my breasts really do ache for you. They're so full and pushing out against the bra. Fortunately, the front hook makes it easy to take off. Oh, they just spill out the center, pushing the poor, overpowered bra out of the way. I'm sliding the straps over my shoulders..." After an agonizing pause, she continued "Hey, I guess I still do look pretty cute, topless in a business skirt." "I would love to see that!" "Hey, Honey," she asked, "what's a good word for something like peaches, but bigger and softer and rounder?" A groan was the only response John could manage. "I didn't know my nipples stick out that far when they're interested. Hmm," she continued, "after all these weeks do you still remember how they look when I give them a little bounce like this?" "You're torturing me here!" John protested. "OK. I'll give you a little break. Tell me the rest of the story." John tried to compose his mind and get his breathing back under control. "Well, I was seventh after the bench press. I was just behind three guys I didn't know. Then some visiting scientist from Germany did 310. It turns out he actually competed in some bodybuilding contests in Europe. My nemesis, Charlie from Chemistry, took second place with 315. First place was a beefy machinist from Engineering who lifted 335." "Sounds like you did fine, Honey!" "The bicep curl competition was more fun. I did my first at 125 pounds. Charlie did 130 and 140 and was probably going to stop there, since he only signed up for those two. He looked completely surprised when I stepped up for 145, and when I made it, he was furious! Since he hadn't used his third lift, he quickly signed up for 150, but didn't make it. When I lifted 150, he practically turned purple. What a big baby!" "Wow, you did great!" "It wasn't the best," John explained. "The beefy guy curled 155. Since most people can curl about half as much as they can bench, the judges double the curl weight and add it to the bench weight to get your total. Completely non-standard, but great for me. I moved up to fourth place behind the beefy guy, Charlie, and the German bodybuilder." "So, you broke your own record by fifteen pounds! That means more clothing has to go!" The smile in Mary's voice was evident. "I'm unzipping my skirt. It just slides down my legs like silk. Hm, peeling off my pantyhose is a bit more of a challenge on the phone..." John waited with barely containable anticipation. "Mmm. Damp panties! Just thinking about you made me so ready. I'm easing them over my hips. I'm turning around to give you a nice view. I'm sliding them ever so slowly over my tush and down my thighs. I'll just toss them on the bed as a trophy for you. Now back to the full frontal view. Oh, I don't think I even told you that before I went swimming, I trimmed my bush into a little heart. Two bumps on top, and the bottom points straight down to my pussy. I hope you'll like it. ... Are you hard yet, sweetie?" "Yes," he managed to croak out. "This is the way we'll be five minutes after I get home." "My God, I need you so much." "I've got a really early flight, so I'm just going to hop into bed naked and dream about you all night. Good night, Honey." "Good night. I love you." ***** Mary dragged herself out of bed at quarter to five and got to the airport by 6 a.m., only to see her flight blinking "delayed." The morning was an unbelievable sequence of announcements and revised proclamations. Her connecting flight was rebooked, and then rebooked again when it became obvious that the delays were increasing. She made her final touchdown of the day and for once she was glad that her checked baggage didn't make the second flight, so she wouldn't have to wait for it at the carousel. She ran straight for the taxi stand and jumped in a cab to the campus. When she arrived at the auditorium, some undergraduates were on stage, so she pushed through the crowd to get backstage. She spied John and hurried over. Despite his cry of "Stop!" she flung her arms around him. Surprised by his slick skin, she looked up. "Posing oil," he explained. "I tried to warn you. You might have some trouble getting it out of your clothes." "That hug was worth a lot more than the tee-shirt," she smiled. "Sorry my flight was so late." After another pause, she added, "You're looking very buff. And those are some small Speedos. How do you make sure everything stays inside?" "Medical tape." "Ouch! That must hurt." "Especially now that you're here. He's trying to get big, but fortunately the pain is helping to suppress the process," John said wryly. "Oh, sorry about that. What did I miss?" "There was another bunch of no-shows, so we're down to eight. I think that from the beginning, a lot of the runners never planned to do all three days, but this time, it was mostly the bottom guys that dropped out. Even so, that made me number two for the run and number three for the powerlifting." "Wow! You're doing great, Honey!" "Today's physique contest is kind of like the two parts of a figure skating competition. We already had the compulsory poses for my age group, and I came in fourth. I'm just not as big as some of these guys," he started to explain, but was interrupted by an announcement. "Age 45 to 55, alphabetical order!" the voice yelled. "I'll go find a seat. Knock 'em dead," she encouraged him as she delivered a quick kiss. Mary watched in fascination as the first guy stepped on stage. He was muscular, but didn't seem as balanced or as well-proportioned as John. Second was the beefy guy who had won the powerlifting part. He did have very big muscles, but John's were much more well-defined. The third competitor wasn't a guy at all. Mary found out from the person sitting in the adjacent seat that this female contestant was a visiting scientist from Finland who had done quite well in running. Her bench press and curl had been extremely good for a woman, stronger than typical for an average man, and actually better than one of the male contestants from yesterday. Against the strong-man competitors who had returned today, however, she was at the bottom of the powerlifting ranking. Riikka walked on stage looking very petite and athletic, sexy, but too flat-chested for Mary's taste. She did have powerful, sexy legs like a tennis player, and sleek, curvy, shapely arms and torso. Mary was very impressed, instantly inspired for her own workouts, and just a touch jealous. Her routine was much smoother and more interesting than the previous ones. Mary could see how little fat she had. Relaxed, she looked graceful and athletic, but when she flexed, her muscles were quite prominent, like John's, but still feminine. Mary had visions of herself working out to gain some of that level of muscle, but not losing quite that much fat (and breast size). Two more guys followed as Mary tried to stay calm. She thought they looked the most like John so far. They had good size all over, and low enough body fat to make their muscles well-defined. They reminded her of John's posing in the basement. She said a silent prayer that when he came on stage he would have courage and confidence. Next to compete was Charlie from Chemistry. She knew he started as a faculty member at the same time as John and had been instigating competition ever since, in everything from research funding to their performance in the campus weight room. Mary had to admit that Charlie seemed to be bigger than John, about as defined, and very cocky. She regretted that John had to put up with this thorn in his side. Charlie's routine was fairly smooth. He had obviously worked at it enough to have a sensible order and smooth transitions. He was well-muscled and earned the highest applause from the audience so far. The next-to-last competitor was the German visiting scientist. He definitely looked like a bodybuilder. As nice as she thought John looked, this guy looked like what John had been trying to achieve. He was very big and lean. His routine was smooth and polished, with seamless turns punctuated by flexed poses that made his muscles practically pop out of his skin. He clearly had experience and hadn't lost much form over the years since he had competed professionally. The well-deserved applause was louder and longer than any of the others so far. Mary felt sorry for John having to go up against this guy, and was incredibly proud of him for getting as close as he had. Mary sat on the edge of her seat as John entered. She was happy to see him stride on stage with confidence even in the face of the strong competitors that came before. John knelt on the ground in a ball facing away from the audience. His music started with a slow dramatic crescendo as John extended his arms out to his sides, showing deep ridges in his triceps and shoulders. With great balance and coordination, he uncoiled from the ground like a cross arising out of the water. Mary was impressed by how he used this elegant move to send ripples across his broad lats and down the small of his back. She particularly enjoyed the facets of his cute glutes in the tight posing briefs. Finally, his powerful thighs and calves were visible and impressive. Mary noticed that the audience was particularly silent, enthralled by the opening act of this show. John must have trained hard and well in the past three weeks, since as much as he had improved in the first two weeks, he had improved that much again. As the melody progressed, John slowly swept his hands in an arc down to his hips and flexed his back in a lat spread, showing broad slabs of muscle in a V-shape even wider than his shoulders. The music transitioned and John gave a karate yell accompanied by a vigorous punch to the side, and then froze into a side chest pose. After a few seconds, he gave another yell punctuating a downward karate chop. John looked even better than a Bruce Lee movie poster. For his next transition, he raised his arms and flexed in the traditional bodybuilder's double bicep pose. Mary was impressed by his new rippled appearance. As the music approached its conclusion, John smoothly dropped his right knee onto the ground. He placed his left forearm and right elbow on his bent left knee, and then moved his right fist under his chin. Instantly, the crowd recognized the pose of Rodin's The Thinker. His elegantly muscled form looked every bit like the masculine yet intellectual sculpture, which of course resonated particularly well with this audience. Mary appreciated this cleverness. It had an academic flavor, yet showed off John's classically athletic physique. He walked off the stage to the most enthusiastic applause so far. As they called for the final group, Mary went backstage to congratulate John. "You looked fantastic! I know you've wanted to train like that for a long time." Fitness Contest "You're right. It was fun." "I'm so glad I didn't miss that show. Your routine was great and very creative." "The karate instructor at Iron Dragon should get most of the credit. He was intrigued by the thought of creating a posing routine. Even though I've never had time to take his classes before, he worked hours every night for me to develop controlled and fluid motions." Their conversation was interrupted, however, by the announcement of one minute until the results would be announced. Mary hurried quickly back to her seat to watch the other categories. She could see that the progression of winners definitely reflected the university environment. The top undergraduates were great, dominated by two guys from the wrestling team who were muscular with extremely low body fat. The 21 to 28 age group wasn't nearly as good. Mary supposed that it was composed mostly of graduate students whose missions were to live locked up in labs or the library. Surprisingly, the 29 to 36 and the 37 to 45 age brackets became increasingly competitive, showing the benefits of longer training. The bigger size of their "secondary" muscles gave the guys on stage a much more symmetric and balanced appearance. Finally, they started John's group with the announcement of the top ranking winner in each event. The number one runner hadn't even competed in the other events. The winning powerlifter was the beefy machinist. Mary held her breath as they announced the physique winner, and her heart sank when they called the name of the former pro bodybuilder. The announcer spoke again. "For the top three finishers in this bracket, we have a tie. With rankings of 4, 2, 3 and 5, 3, 1 respectively, each totaling nine, are Charlie Tenson, professor of Chemistry, and Gunter Wechsel, visiting scientist in Geology. In first place, with rankings of 2, 4, and 2, totaling eight, is John Zimmerman, professor of Biology." Mary, of course, applauded the loudest, and then hurried backstage. She threw her arms around John and excitedly smothered him with kisses, saying, "I knew this contest was perfect for you!" With a sigh of relief, he peeled off his posing briefs, gingerly untaped his package and quickly threw on more comfortable clothes. The extra drive to get the delayed luggage gave John and Mary more time to share stories of their last three weeks. As soon as they arrived home, John jumped in the shower to clean off the posing oil and sweat of the day's exertions. While he was rinsing the shampoo out of his hair, he heard the shower door open and felt a familiar pair of breasts slide across his still-slippery chest. After he rinsed the soap from his eyes, Mary wrapped her arms around him. They kissed for many heartbeats and relaxed into each other's embrace. They did have to shift three times as John's cock swelled and stiffened. His tip slid up the matted curls above her mound, then past her cute belly button, and finally ended upright, pressed against her trim belly. "He's clearly ready to go," Mary teased. "We'd better finish this shower." Mary soaped her hands and spread lather over John, massaging as she went. "What you did in five weeks is just amazing!" She knelt down to soap his legs. "You shouldn't get too big an ego though," she cautioned with a smile. "There's some guy in California, Arnold something, who's almost as muscular as you are. Of course, he couldn't compete in this department," she added as she soaped her husband's shaft and balls, feeling them jump with each caress. John took over the soap to lather Mary's creamy skin. After the three week absence, each square inch was a delicious sensation for them both. The slippery suds enhanced the sensual pleasure of his caresses. He cupped each hand under one of Mary's full breasts, feeling their gentle weight as he teased her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. They stiffened rapidly as Mary moaned softly and tilted her head back. John now knelt in front of Mary to soap her tight waist, curving hips, and tush. He moved to kiss her pussy for a moment, but she grabbed his head to hold him tight and tilted her hips, pressing her lower lips against his tongue. They quickly realized that the shower, while fun, was now an impediment, since the water cascading between John's face and Mary's belly made it particularly difficult to breathe. They laughed and caressed each other again as they rinsed off the soap. Barely taking the time to dry each other off they tumbled into bed, still damp, and with towels flying. John spread his body over Mary's, smothering her with kisses. He started with her forehead, and then swirled in a delicious orbit to linger at her earlobes and neck before settling on her eager lips. Their tongues met and danced as the center of the show for a few minutes while the more casual contact between the rest of their bodies fueled their desire. With Mary still panting for more kisses, John slid down along her torso. His elbows paused on either side of her hips, hands cupping her breasts as he nuzzled each one in turn. He twirled and flicked, sucked and teased her sweet areolas as they flushed to match her nipples. Mary arched her back, desperately pressing her breasts into his mouth. He obliged for a few moments, pulling her swells gently but deeply into his mouth, then sliding away to leave only the nipple trapped between his lips. Aching for more, she tilted her hips to push her pussy into John's chest. He obliged by sliding down further. His hands refused to relinquish their gentle hold on Mary's deliciously soft globes, but his mouth began delivering kisses to the delicate and still slightly damp curls below her belly. He teased side to side, and then nibbled down her lips. The fragrance of her sex was completely intoxicating to him. He took gentle mouthfuls of her lips, providing warm and indirect stimulation of her clit buried inside. After she started lifting her hips completely off the bed, John stopped delaying. He dipped his tongue to taste her tangy nectar and pleasure her button more directly. Finally releasing her breasts, his hands spread her legs completely. John finally saw in full glory the center of the woman he had missed so utterly during the past three weeks. He drank in the sight of her smooth outer lips, protecting the delicate folds inside. As he moved back toward her to resume kissing her to ecstasy, she stopped him with these words. "I want this first one after I'm back with you inside me." His shaft was completely hard and leaking, so he moved upwards and started caressing her lips and hood with his smooth and wet tip. Mary's gasps conveyed her arousal and impatience. He moved his tip to the slippery entrance of her canal and made gentle rocking motions to ease into her moist portal. Teasing and gentleness were usually her preference, but today Mary could wait no longer. She wrapped her legs around John's hips and pulled him halfway into her in one stroke. Encouraged by her readiness, John gradually increased the depth of his travels until he was buried in her warm center. He held her close, embracing their togetherness at last. He savored being able to devour her lips and tongue. He gazed at the contours of her face. Her eyes were shut in blissful absorption. He held his chest at exactly the right height so that her nipples would brush past as they gently bounced up and down in time with their pelvic motions. Their kisses became more frantic and their grinding hips pumped faster. As John felt the inexorable pressure of his balls ready to explode, he reared his shoulders back to thrust deeper into her. Eyes now wide open, they drank in the naked form of each other that for so long had just been a memory. Their bodies pumped in a symphony of womanly curves and manly muscles. As John was reaching the limit of the pressure his groin could take, Mary grabbed his torso to pump him even deeper into her. He sensed she was ready to cum and he instinctively wanted to increase her stimulation even more. The newly developed strength and coordination from five weeks of learning to do one-handed pushups had become a habit, and he unconsciously moved his left hand to her clit as he supported himself on his right. Simultaneous stimulation of her clit and g-spot was familiar to Mary when John would pleasure both during oral sex. This, however, was the first time that he could do both during intercourse. The sensation was made even more intense because instead of a mere finger inside, she now had the full length and width of his engorged cock. Mary's body became suddenly silent and rigid, with the exception of her panting breath and powerful contractions of her slippery walls. With the combination of feeling those contractions around his cock and his joy at helping deliver such pleasure to his lover, John's seed exploded from his rod. It was followed by a second wave that forced him deeper, grinding his pelvis against her mound with his fingers in between, still gently cradling her clit. "Oh, God! Too much!" Mary gasped as the heightened sensitivity of her clit became overwhelming. John removed his hand so Mary could rock herself gently against him to bring herself down from the orgasm gradually. After a few moments, even his shaft inside her was too much, and she guided him out and rolled over on her side to embrace him. "Mmmm," she purred. "That was quite a 'Welcome Home' present." "My pleasure... literally." If you liked these characters, you may want to go back and read the very rough story of their introduction in "Workout Incentive" (much rewriting and several partially-written, unsubmitted chapters still to go). I apologize for jumping ahead, but this story demanded to be written first. Copyright 2006, curl4ever.