The Buff Date

Macy and Jimmy sat across from each other at the small, romantic Italian restaurant. The candlelit table and soft music added to the ambiance of the evening. They had been set up on a blind date by a mutual friend, and both were feeling a bit nervous.

"So, what do you do for a living?" Macy asked, trying to make small talk.

"I used to play football and basketball in college," Jimmy boasted. "I was quite the athlete back in the day."

Macy raised an eyebrow. "That's impressive. What do you do now?"

"I work in finance," Jimmy said with a smug smile. "But I still keep in shape, you know, for old times' sake...”

It seemed odd to Jimmy, but most women would have complimented his fit figure by now, especially when he mentioned keeping in shape. But, Macy didn’t seem all too impressed with his physical prowess. He drummed his fingers on the table thinking for some more small talk to engage in.

“What about you? What do you do for fun?"" He asked her.

Macy just causally responded “Ohh, I like to do Weightlifting and bodybuilding...”

"Weightlifting and bodybuilding? That's funny," Jimmy said with a laugh. "You're a pretty little thing, Macy. I can't imagine you lifting heavy weights."

Macy smiled and thanked him for the compliment, but she insisted that she was indeed a strong woman. "I'm actually stronger than most of the men at my gym," she said.

But Jimmy didn't believe her. "Come on, Macy," he said. "Girls just can't be stronger than men. That's a fact."

Macy shrugged. "Well, my ex-boyfriend was a professional bodybuilder and he couldn't handle how big I was getting," she said. "He broke up with me because of it, and I've only gotten bigger since then."

Jimmy laughed at her story. "That's bullshit," he said.

Macy raised an eyebrow. "Is it?" she asked. "Do you want me to prove it?"

Jimmy nodded, still laughing. "Sure, go ahead," he said.

Macy coyly rolled up the sleeve of her sweater, revealing her massive bicep. She flexed, and Jimmy's eyes widened in shock. He spat out the water he was drinking, spluttering as he tried to process what he was seeing.

"I guess I was wrong," he said, still in disbelief.

Macy chuckled. "I guess you were," she said with a smirk.

Macy continued to flex her biceps, it was almost the size of a bowling ball and the veins in her arms pulsing and throbbing. Jimmy was a mixture of emotions, he was aroused, afraid and dismissive of her muscles all at once. He really didn’t have anything to say, and what he said next probably should have went unsaid.

"They're big... for a girl," he said, trying to save face.

Macy chuckled. "No, they're just plain big," she said. "And they're even stronger than they look. I bet you, they're way stronger than yours."

Jimmy scoffed. "Big deal," he said. "You're just a girl. I played football and basketball in college. Ain't no pretty little girl going to be stronger than me."

Macy smiled and once again thanked him for the compliment, and also once again she corrected him. "I'm not little," she said. "And I can prove it."

With that, Macy rolled up the other sleeve of her sweater, revealing her muscular forearms, and biceps. She flashed Jimmy a playful smile and then gave both of her arms a big hearty and hard flex, and the peaks of her biceps rose high and higher and higher stretching and pushing back the sleeves of her sweater further back on her shoulders.

Jimmy stared in awe at her muscles, unsure of what to say. He had never met a woman like Macy before.

"I don't know what to say," he admitted.

Macy grinned. "You don't have to say anything," she said. "Just admire the view."

Jimmy couldn't help but laugh at her confidence. He had never met a woman like Macy before, and he knew that this was going to be a night to remember.

Macy continued to flex her muscles, the veins in her arms pulsing and throbbing. Jimmy was both afraid and dismissive of her strength.

"Alright, so they're big…" he said, trying to be as nonchalant about it as possible.

Macy chuckled. "No, they're not big they’re humongous, I find big too small of a word for these big bad girls of mine," she said as she playfully gave both of her arms mock kisses "And they're even stronger than they look. I bet you they're way stronger than yours."

Jimmy scoffed. "Big deal," he said. "You're just a girl. I played football and basketball in college. Ain't no pretty little girl going to be stronger than me."

And yet again, Macy smiled and thanked him for the compliment, and she corrected him once more with her saying "I'm not little, and I can prove it."

With that, Macy stood up from the table and began to do some bodyweight exercises. In the middle of the restaurant she dropped down to the floor and blasted out a few sets of push-ups. Jimmy could hear the other patrons chatter and murmur over what Macy was doing. But, she didn’t let the attention deter her and moved two chairs close together an started to crank out dips on them, her muscles bulging and rippling with each movement.

After twenty or so dips, Jimmy actually did try to keep count her reps, but he lost count as those bulging muscles of hers just distracted him too much. He just didn’t know what to make of them, they were oddly appealing and sensual in a way, but she’s a girl and girls shouldn’t have big muscles. Let alone muscles bigger than his own. Once again his emotions were in a blender and he just didn’t know what to say.

And once again he said the wrong thing and although he was actually rather impressed by her athletic display, he thought it would be best to act otherwise.

"Anyone can do those," he said, dismissing her push-ups and dips. "Nothing special about that."

Macy just narrowed her eyes and looked at him and gave him a wry little smiled as she lifted up her sweater, revealing her eight-pack abs. "I've got an eight-pack," she said. "That's right, count 'em."

This made Jimmy spit out his water again in shock. Macy laughed at his reaction.

"Well, if seeing isn't believing, how about feeling?" she said. She flexed her arm and invited Jimmy to touch it. "Don't be afraid," she said. "It won't hurt you, not unless I want to crush you with it. But so long as you're a good little boy, I won't hurt you."

Jimmy didn’t find Macy’s joke funny, in fact he felt it was impugning his masculinity, and while he wasn’t angry per say, he sure did kind of sound that way. "I'm a man, a big man," he said. "And your arms are nothing compared to mine."

Macy laughed at him. "Is that so?" she said. "Then let's have an arm wrestling match and see who's stronger."

“What?” Jimmy asked more than a little nonplussed, and he couldn’t help but blush as his face flushed a deep shade of crimson. He was scared, he aroused, confused, and intrigued at just how strong could she be.

“You heard me.” Macy said as she teasingly gave her biceps a few playful pumps.

Jimmy once again didn’t know what to do or even say. However, for the first time all night he decided not to say any and just put his elbow down onto the table accepted her challenge. Macy beamed and as her lips curled sweetly on her lovely countenance and the two locked arms for the match.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Macy asked him.

"I'm ready," Jimmy said, gritting his teeth. "Are you afraid?"

Macy shook her head. "No, but you should be," she said with a smirk.

The two locked eyes and began the match, each straining with all their might to defeat the other. Right away Jimmy was both taken back and impressed by her strength. He knew should be strong, but he never figured she’d be this strong. He gave her everything he had, and yet he couldn’t force that arm of hers down. Sure their hands went back and forth a few times as they jockeyed for position.

But, he was never in control. Sadly he just lacked the strength. And it was clear Macy was the one driving the tempo of this match, pouring on the strength when needed to drive his arm down, dialing it back just enough so she could ready herself for another one of her powerful pushes.

With every one of her pushes Jimmy couldn’t help but notice how her swollen densely corded muscles of her forearms rippled and the way her biceps boomed and bulged and the way those vascular veins throbbed and pulsed. She was strong. And even before the match ended Jimmy knew she was stronger than him. But, he still gave it his best shot and tried his hardest.  But in the end, it was clear who the victor was. Macy's muscles were too powerful, and Jimmy's arm was finally forced down onto the table.

"I told you I was stronger than you," Macy said with a grin.

Jimmy was still in shock from his defeat in the arm wrestling match, and once he again he really didn’t know what to say.

"But I played football and basketball in college," he said, trying to save face.

Macy laughed. "Yeah, you told me once or twice already," she said, cutting him off.

"But you're a pretty little girl," Jimmy said. "And I'm a big, strong jock."

Macy smiled. "Thanks again for the compliment," she said. "But I'm not little, and you're not so big and strong, at least not compared to me. And as for jocks, I've found that most of them have muscles that are jokes compared to mine."

Jimmy let out a chuckle, realizing the truth in her words. "So... is the offer to touch them still on the table?" he asked.

This time it was Macy’s turn to blush and she couldn’t help but smile.

She happily flexed her arm and held it out in front of Jimmy’s face, and Jimmy reached out to touch it. As he ran his hands around it he couldn’t help but marvel at how hard they were.

"Aww, that's what she said," Macy joked, and both of them laughed.

As Macy flexed her arm, Jimmy could see the muscle fibers dancing and bulging beneath her skin. He couldn’t keep his hands of them, he just kept touching her bicep, squeezing it and running his hand over the brawny surface over and over again. He could feel the vein pulsing beneath his hand, the blood rushing through her body.

Macy's muscles were like nothing he had ever seen before, let alone touched. They were hard and dense, yet somehow still soft and smooth to the touch. He could feel the strength and power radiating from her body, and he couldn't believe that a woman could be so strong. Well, he could, as she did just beat him at arm-wrestling… But those muscles of hers were just so unreal… Not to mention so damn hot.

Macy's muscles were like a work of art, each one perfectly sculpted and formed. She was a living, breathing statue, and Jimmy was in awe of her strength and power. He knew that he had met his match in Macy, and he couldn't wait to see what other surprises she had in store for him.

"Would you like to be really impressed?" Macy asked Jimmy with a grin.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Sure," he said.

Macy got up from her chair and went into the plank position. She looked back at Jimmy and said, "Come on, sit on my back. It'll be fun."

Jimmy hesitated, realizing that the whole restaurant was looking at them. "Are you joking?" he asked.

Macy shook her head. "No, come on," she said. "It'll be a good show."

Jimmy complied, sitting on Macy's back. She began to do push-ups, and Jimmy was amazed as she did 50 of them with him on her back. Jimmy knew this to be a fact because Macy made him count each and every one out aloud.  The whole restaurant applauded as she stood up, and Jimmy could see her muscles swelling and her veins popping out. Her sweater was so tight that it looked like it was about to rip at the seams.

"So, what would you like to do next?" Jimmy asked Macy.

Macy grinned. "I'm feeling like some dessert," she said.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow. "Oh, should we call the waiter over?" he asked.

Macy shook her head. "No, that's not the dessert I had in mind," she said with a wink. "But yes, let's call for the bill and get out of here."