The Bodybuilder 1

Author's Note:

This is one of Milly's earliest adventures - a short piece that captures a moment of spontaneous, unspoken connection.

The Bodybuilder finds Milly on the edge of something new: a chance encounter with a dominant, muscle-bound goddess that flips a switch she didn't know existed.

This story won't float everyone's boat - no story ever does. But if you like the idea of a sexually awakened woman drawn into a raw, urgent, no-words-needed encounter with a female bodybuilder... then this one might just be for you.

If it's not, walk on by. There's plenty of other stuff to keep you entertained.

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Milly had never liked gyms.

The smell. The mirrors. The men who needlessly grunted while lifting weights. It wasn't her world.

But needs must.

The boutique gym she'd joined was discreet. High-end. Not too crowded. She liked the quietness of it. Liked that she could zone out, put in the work, and walk out unnoticed.

It was better than most. Discreet and clean, and the monthly fee kept at least most of the meatheads away. She liked it that way.

And then she walked in.

Milly was halfway through a reluctant set of squats when she saw her.

Across the gym, by the free weights - biceps bulging, back tight under a white crop top, black leggings that looked painted on - stood a woman who looked like something from a Marvel casting call.

A full-blown goddess.

All muscle and swagger, tanned skin glistening with effort. Slick ponytail, high and tight. Heavy breasts - clearly enhanced and spectacular - straining against fabric that had no hope of containing them.

Milly couldn't look away.

The woman was muscular - unimaginably so - but feminine in the most intimidating, beautiful way.

A living contradiction, oozing sexuality and awesome strength.

Milly's breath caught, sharp and sudden, before she even realised she'd been staring.

The woman moved with feline grace - deliberate, powerful, and smooth. Her glutes flexed with every rep. Her thighs looked like they could crack a man like a walnut. And yet she had an hypnotic glamour to her, raw power combined with impossible curves.

Milly forgot the weight on her shoulders.

Forgot her next rep.

Forgot to breathe.

The woman turned and locked eyes with her - caught Milly watching her in the mirror...and smiled.

Not friendly. Not dismissive. Just wicked, and knowing.

Milly blinked, looked away too fast, and nearly dropped the barbell.

Fuck.

She finished her set in a daze.

It had been years since she'd been undone by a woman like that, and never one like this.

She told herself it was nothing. Just a fleeting moment. She should have left it there. Finished her workout, walked out, gone home.

But she didn't. She couldn't.

Still flushed from her workout, or perhaps from watching the most physically sexual woman she'd ever seen, Milly headed back to the changing room.

And that's when she saw her again.

Naked this time. Brazen and unbothered.

Stripping off in front of her locker like she owned the place - muscles flexing with every movement, those incredible tits standing proudly on her chest.

She was holding something in her hand. Milly blinked. Looked again. And again.

Surely not.

It was a dildo. Long, thick and realistic.

She was carrying it like it was nothing, like it was a shampoo bottle she'd grabbed for the showers.

Milly's heart thudded hard in her chest. Struggling to comprehend, struggling to believe.

The woman caught her staring again, but said nothing.

She walked on - still nude, cockin hand - towards the shower corridor.

Milly hesitated.

Her body moved before her brain caught up. She grabbed her towel and followed, heartbeat hard against her ribs.

The steam from the shower room hit her first. Warm and wet.

There were half a dozen shower cubicles. Only one was taken. Hers.

Milly hesitated. Her mouth was dry and her pussy already aching.

She wanted to see more. Without thought she stepped into the cubicle next to the one occupied by the woman. She turned on the water and let the heat soak her skin.

And that's when she heard it.

She glanced sideways -- just for a moment. And saw everything.

Through the narrow gap in the partition. One hand pressed flat to the wall. The other between her legs. Body arched, tits slick and gleaming. And that thick dildo buried deep inside her, pumping slowly, deliberately, as her head tipped back and she let out a soft, filthy moan.

Milly gasped quietly, but not quietly enough.

She turned her head. Saw her.

Smiled.

And didn't stop.

Milly's blood was pounding, her pussy already wet, her legs trembling from what she'd just seen.

But then, a voice, low and confident. "Don't stop watching now," it said.

Milly froze. Her heart missed a beat.

She turned her head, slowly, and saw her silhouette through the frosted glass standing half-shrouded in steam, her hand still between her thighs, the dildo now pressed teasingly against her pussy.

Milly's mouth went dry.

"Well?" the woman said. "You coming in?"

Milly didn't speak. She didn't think. She just moved.

She dropped her towel. Stepped into the woman's cubicle like a woman walking into fire.

The heat hit her instantly - not just from the water, but from the woman herself. That body. Her scent. The presence was overwhelming.

The woman stood back against the tiles, water cascading over her, her plastic cock still gripped in one strong hand.

"Touch me," she said.

Milly reached out. Hands tentative and trembling at first as she laid them on her heavily muscled stomach. The hardness of her body was shocking. It felt like stone, every inch sculpted through years of dedication.

The woman leaned forward and kissed her. A rough, deep kiss, full of passion.

Milly moaned into her mouth, lost in the moment.

The dildo clattered softly against the partition wall as the woman pressed it into place, the suction cup locking it to the tile and angling it toward her. Then she turned, put both hands on the wall, and slid herself down onto the shaft with a groan.

Milly watched, stunned, breathless, soaked - and not just from the water raining down on her.

The woman's backside flexed with every roll of her hips, her glutes clenching as she rode the toy in long, controlled strokes.

And all the while, her hand slid between Milly's thighs, parting them, teasing her slit with firm yet slow fingers.

"You like watching?" the woman growled.

Milly nodded, biting her lip. "Yes."

"You gonna cum for me?"

"Yes," she gasped.

And she nearly did, right there, just from the sight of her using the thick cock, fucking herself hard, moaning, while her fingers worked Milly's cunt like she already knew exactly what Milly needed.

But just as Milly started to rise toward that crescendo, the woman stopped.

She withdrew her fingers and stepped off the toy.

"Not yet," she said. "Turn around."

She led Milly, still naked and dripping, back into the changing room.

It was empty. But Milly barely noticed.

The goddess hoisted her up, strong arms under her thighs, and sat her down on the cold tile counter in front of the mirrors. Then, without a word, she reached down, grabbed the dildo, and knelt between Milly's legs.

"Open for me," she said.

Milly did as she was told. Wide and willing.

She ran the thick head through the folds of Milly's pussy before pushing it in deep in one devastating thrust. Milly cried out. Her hands clawed at the edge of the counter as the woman started to fuck her - hard and fast.

Each thrust sent a wet slap echoing through the room, the sound bouncing off tiles and mirrors. Milly was gone. Her eyes rolled. Her mouth open, legs locked around the woman's back.

The orgasm ripped through her like an uncontrollable fire, Milly shuddering from her pussy right through to her toes.

She came hard and loud.

Her whole body locked up, twitching as the woman held her in place and fucked her through it - until the toy slid free with a slick, obscene sound and Milly collapsed against the mirror, panting.

The woman dressed quickly in black leggings, white crop top, no bra, high heeled boots. Her muscles still glistening, breast heaving, hair tied tight.

She didn't say much, just smirked. She tossed the dildo back in her bag and slung her towel over her shoulder.

As she turned to leave, she looked at Milly - still breathless - and said "Same time next week?"

Then she was gone. Just the sound of her boots on tile, and the silence she left behind.