BLIND DATE 2

She stood up, looming high above me, a veritable mountain of feminine muscle, and took my face between her huge hands and smiled down at me. Her suggestion that we stay here instead of going out to dinner was a relief to me, and, although I tried my best not to show it, I could tell that she knew exactly how I felt. I was a little surprised that she wasn't offended, but I'd guessed she'd had this problem before with other men. Still, I felt badly that I wasn't going to be able to keep my promise to take her out to dinner.

Her reply made my heart jump for joy! She was really an extraordinary woman, seemingly as loving and caring as she was tall, strong and so beautiful! The touch of her hands on my cheeks sent a thrill through my small body. Less than an hour after meeting her, and here I was, already falling in love with her!

Her words sent a shiver of anticipation through me, along with the thrill that her hands on my face was already having! She smiled at my obvious eagerness to get on with our fun. If, as I suspected, she was weaving a web of desire to ensnare me, I was beginning to think that I would be only too happy to be her willing and loving captive.

As she left the room to go upstairs to her bedroom (would I ever get to see that room, I wondered?), I quickly removed my sport coat and tie and waited anxiously for her return.

The sight of her as she descended the stairs was amazing! The tiny bikini revealed for the first time the incredible beauty and muscularity of her magnificent body. From the massive traps on her shoulders to the lats which spread out like wings on either side of her chest to the abs which were like a steel washboard in her unbelievably narrow waist, she was a veritable goddess! I could only stand there, trembling from head to foot, staring up in awe at this breathtaking vision of feminine beauty and power!

Even in her bare feet and with me still wearing my shoes, my head barely reached to her massive breasts, only partly concealed under her bikini top. And yet, despite her overwhelming size, her comparatively tiny waist was hardly bigger than my own! At this point I realized that I no longer cared how strong she was or what she might do to me. All I wanted was to belong to this magnificent giantess!

To test our relative arm strength she suggested that we start by arm wrestling, and proceeded to move the two seats we had been using before so that their backs were opposite each other, giving us a platform on which to rest our upper arms.

She sat down on her seat, nonchalantly crossed her legs and put her upper arm on top of the back of her seat. My seat was so high that, in order to get my upper arm on the back, I had to crawl up and kneel on the seat. If I was going to spend a lot of time in this house, I knew I was going to feel like a 10 year old kid; I just hoped she wouldn't treat me like one!

We clasped hands, and I hoted that her much longer forearm had to slope down for her hand to meet mine, giving me a significant leverage advantage. It didn't help. I suddenly lunged forward with all my strength, trying to catch her off guard and force her arm back. It didn't budge. It was like trying to bend a cast iron statue! And, even worse, she acted like she hadn't even noticed the pressure I'd put on her arm!

As I continued my futile efforts to bend her arm back, she remained completely relaxed, the only effort visible was a slight flexing of the muscles of her upper arm, but her smiling face showed no sign of effort at all! Given her tremendous advantage over me in size and muscle, I really hadn't expected to win, but this was positively humiliating! She was, in fact, treating me as if I were a small child!

I was doing my level best, but it was useless. There was no way that I could move her arm so much as a millimeter. She was just too strong!

Then she made a suggestion. Actually, it was more like a jeering challenge. I had to wonder whether she was trying to let me salvage some of my masculine pride or to humiliate me further. But, after pushing my seat to one side, I took her up on it, not only using both my arms but also my body, pulling back on her arm with my left knee against the back of her seat for leverage!

The result was exactly the same. Even with all the leverage advantage my two arms and my body could not budge her arm, and it didn't appear that she was using any more effort to stop me than she had before! I couldn't believe it, but there it was. She had to be more than twice as strong as I was! And it didn't help my masculine pride to listen to her make fun of my puny struggles.

As I huffed and puffed in my efforts to move her steel like arm, she made another suggestion which, I suspected, was designed to set me up for the kill. But what the hell, I wasn't getting anywhere this way! At least, until this point, she hadn't moved to put me down, so maybe all she wanted was to give me one last try in a more effective position.

We turned her chair around so that I could get a hammerlock on her arm while she returned to her casual sitting position, knees crossed and left hand resting on her knee. Again trying to catch her off guard, I suddenly lunged forward, putting all my weight and strength into a final try to put her down. It didn't work any better than the other methods I'd tried. Her arm simply would not budge. I was beginning to wonder if I could move her arm with a tractor!

But then she said something that made my blood run cold! What in God's name was she going to do to me?

With almost casual ease, she suddenly slammed her arm down, flipping me back and down across her lap, still hanging onto my hammerlock for dear life! I couldn't believe it! But what she said next was even more unbelievable!

What was I in for next? Well, at least she'd brought down a pair of swimming trunks for me, so I guess she wasn't about to strip me naked!