Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Runner's Fantasy (M, fantasy, no sex)
Date: 30 Nov 1995 01:07:15 GMT

			   Runner's Fantasy

	When we first met, I didn't know who you were. It was down at
Venice beach, and I was taking my morning run from Santa Monica to
Venice on the wet sand near the water. Every once in a while, a big
wave would come in, and I'd have to sprint away from the approaching
water to avoid getting my sneakers wet.

	But this time, I didn't see you lying there on your beach
towel. Thump! I tripped over your foot, and landed face first in the
sand. Not a graceful way to make an introduction! When I picked myself
up, you were sitting up, and laughing.

	"Do you run often?" you said.

	"Yes. I don't usually stumble over people, though. Especially
a beautiful woman like yourself."

	You blushed, but the compliment was well deserved. To this
day, I think you have the best figure I've ever seen, model or not. I
could see you were about 5'7", lean, and very muscular, with flared
lats, biceps that were bigger than mine, and prominent abdominal
muscles. And of course, I'm a sucker for blondes.

	"I think I've seen you running before. Is your place on the
beach?"

	"Yes. Do you go out early in the morning?"

	"Sometimes. I like to watch the sun come up as I run, when I
can get up that early."

	"I think I saw you once very early, and I thought `Who is that
guy?' He must be very dedicated."

	"Well you look pretty dedicated yourself. I'll bet you didn't
get those muscles overnight."

	"It's taken four or five years. I started in college, after
I'd gained thirty-five pounds my freshman year."

	"You were overweight?"

	"I never was all that athletic until I started lifting. Now
I've got to work out four or five hours a day or I get itchy."

	"You ARE dedicated."

	"I should be. I'm a professional body builder."

	My jaw almost dropped open, but I tried to conceal my
surprise. Your face looked somewhat familiar, and I couldn't recall if
I had seen you in one of the female weight lifting magazines. I find
muscular women incredibly sexy, more so than any women in Playboy or
anything like that. A female muscle magazine can get me hard as a rock
in fifteen seconds.

	"Did you compete in the Nationals when they were in Hawaii?"

	"Yes."

	"I knew you looked familiar. Fran Spacek used to work for me,
and a group of us flew down there to watch her compete. Did you win a
prize?"

	"I got third in that one. After that one, I decided I had had
enough of third places, and decided to get serious."

	"What did you do?"

	"I quit my job, and started working out five or six hours a
day. I started eating a lot more protein to build mass. And I got a
divorce."

	"A divorce?"

	"Yeah. My husband didn't really understand the body building.
He played along, at least until it got serious. And he was proud of my
body at first. But I think he thought it was just a phase, like I'd
grow out of it or something. When I started getting really muscular,
and working out with heavy weights, his attitude changed. He said it
wasn't sexy."

	"Well he's definitely wrong there. I think you're incredibly
sexy."

	"Thanks." I could see you blush again. "I still think I need
to work on my glutes, though."

	"Glutes?"

	Standing up, you turned to show me your rear, which was very
firm, though somewhat on the small side. "My ass. I'd like to really
build it up, put maybe seven or eight pounds of muscle on it. I'd like
to have REALLY big, muscular buttocks, like some of the men
competitors do. But my trainer says it's not feminine. Why do all the
MEN get to say what I should look like?"

	"Maybe you need to get another trainer."

	"He's also my boyfriend."

	"Maybe you need another boyfriend."

	You were quiet for a while.

	"Maybe. Are you going to finish your run?"

	"Yes."

	"How far are you going to go?"

	"Five or six more miles, then I'll come back."

	"When you're done, do you want to stop over for lunch?

	"YES."

	"I'm in that white beach house, the one with the blue tile
roof over there."

	During the rest of my run, and while I was showering, I
couldn't think of anything other than your body. In my mind I ran my
fingers over the bulging muscles on your shoulders and back, those
incredible thighs, and the thick muscles on your chest. Just the
thought of giving you a massage gave me the shivers. I almost came
just at the thought of fucking you.

	"In case you haven't noticed, I'm hoping you're susceptible to
flattery."

	"Keep going."