Luna's Love Life, Ch. 04: Venice Beach
Roamin' California, Day One! God, did you ever see weather as great as this?! Tina and I are headed for Venice Beach, to make good on our threat to terrorize the place with our bikinis!
We park the Bronco all the way up at Santa Monica Beach, and then make our way toward Venice Beach on foot.
The pacific seaside is a beautiful sight. Palms adorn the paved pathways that zigzag through grassy and sandy areas. Aerobics teams are working out on the beach, rollerblade runners and mountain bike riders zip by all the time, and vendors and parlors sell everything from sunglasses to jewelry to clothes to posters - and more sunglasses.
Tina and I do get our share of whistles and remarks/offers as we stroll along the beach, just as we had hoped! We smile, but don't encourage anybody.
Voluptuous bikini-clad girls attract customers to pizza and hot dog places - and we finally reach Muscle Beach! Big guys pumping iron.
I'm not really that attracted to huge-muscled guys, but I still have to say that there *is* something fascinating about large muscles.
Followed by a hesitant Tina, I climb onto the work-out podium and shine my sexiest smile at the guys. It has quite an effect. Two of them come over, grabbing one of my outstretched arms each and lifting me over the fence.
As they do so, I maintain my smile and slowly and sensually lick my lips, showing the guys a hint of erotic promise. I feel drenched in freedom right now. And as an attractive young woman, I have a lot of power over men. And I intend to use both to the fullest.
Tina stays on the other side of the fence, watching, and wondering what I'm up to.
I softly bite my lower lip, acting as if I'm extremely impressed, saying, "My, what big muscles you boys have!"
One of the guys is clever enough to pick up on the "little Red Riding Hood talking to the wolf" strand. "All the better to protect young innocent girls from harm!" This guy is also the best-looking of the lot.
"Ooh!" I say as I feel the guy's biceps. They *are* impressive, and I once again lick my lips, this time for my own pleasure.
"What's your name, big boy?" I say.
"Les," Les says. I lean up against his naked torso.
"Say, Les, d'you think I could try one of those weight-thingies...?" Les smiles and says,
"Sure! Why don't you start with this one - a twenty-pounder!" He hands me a twenty-pound weight.
"Weeeell... I was thinking of something more along the lines of *this* one..." I put my hands on a much larger weight, resting on a weight rack behind Les. Les laughs.
"Oh, you can't lift that one, baby! It's a hundred-and-sixty pounds! As much as a grown man!"
Making no further comment, I gently push Les aside and place myself in front of the weight rack, my back to it, and my front turned out toward the iron-pumping guys. I put on my most sultry face as I watch their reactions to what I'm about to do.
Breathing in, I muster my chi; releasing my full physical strength, and injecting my bloodstream with several gushes of adrenaline. I lower my body by bending my knees, and reach back for the weight without taking my eyes off the guys' faces.
