This reminds me of this reoccurring ring dream I have of Borg where she's my boss in an office building
When I first heard that old man Jenkins, Executive Vice President for Financial Affairs was being replaced by Chris santos I pictured either some dowdy overweight, Hispanic whose work work ethic was as strong as the tequila he drank.
Instead I was treated to a statueqse Brazilian beauty with a face highlighted by feathered cheekbones and a regal mouth.More so than her physical attributes though, I was pleasantly surprised with her intelligence. and although she could be a bit demanding at times(she frequently asked if i'd participate in the running man challenge) I generally found her fair minded. I guess the thing that surprised me the most was the day she took off her suit jacket when we were both working late in her office. It was the first time I had seen her without a complete pants suit, with jacket.
My eyes nearly bugged out of my head and my jaw dropped open as I openly stared at the massive muscular development, totally exposed by the silk sleeveless shirt. She had to have the most defined upper body development on anyone, man or woman I had ever seen. She must of had a walking weight of 160 or 170 pounds, and I couldn't hide my excitement
Stepping back, she hit a double biceps pose and her arms exploded with powerful bronzed muscle. My gaze tracked her every move like some kind of amazonian radar
Suddenly I realized she was aware of me eye banging her...." you like strong muscular women?" she asked with an accent which was nearly as thick as her thighs.
I had always masturbated to the women in muscle and mma magazines, but I had never come close to meeting one in person, and now, the woman who I reported to for guidance everyday was flaunting her incredible development before my eyes.
"If you would like to see more, you will have to remove your clothes first."
I thought about how hairy my body was, and how underdeveloped my arms and legs were, but I decided, the hell with it. This was an opportunity too exquisite to pass up, so I quickly disrobed and stood naked, with my hands over my mcgregor praying that she wouldn't be turned off by my body.
"Mmmmm....you look so sexy."
I wondered if I had heard her broken English correctly. Did she just call me sexy?
"Put your hands down by your side and slowly turn around so I can have a look at you."
I did as I was told, holding my breath for her analysis.
"Oh yes. Very nice. I love a hairy body, and most of my past boyfriends had none anywhere except their face You are not only endowed with the hairiest chest I have ever seen, but you even have it on your back. Incredible!"
"I guess you have kept your end of the bargain, so let me know what you think."
Slowly she removed the silk shirt from her body and the musculature sprang to life in her broad tanned shoulders, glistening with colorful tattoos.
She turned slowly allowing me to take in every muscular inch of her beauty, and I just had to know....
"Um, Mrs cyborg can I ask you a question?"
"It's chris after hours, and sure you can ask me a question?"
"Well, I don't want to sound like a jerk, but are you as strong as you look?"
With a sly smile she beckoned me with her index finger and I approached her beautiful naked body.
She held up her spread fingers for a test of mercy and we locked up. She told me to go, and I tried to twist her fingers with all my might, but they did not budge. After thirty seconds, she smiled and almost without any effort bent my fingers back in one steady easy motion, sending me to my knees.
"Ple...Please, I give."
Fortunately she released my fingers immediately, then moved to her coffee table and held her hand up for an arm wrestling contest. I got on my knees opposite her and locked hands and she once again waited for me to start. I tensed every muscle in my body, straining against her arm, but it was useless trying to move her, and slowly she put me down to the table. God this woman was incredible!
"Well I guess that proves that you are as strong as you look. Please don't kick the shit out of me for asking, but would you like a calf massage?" my dream usually ends here, with somebody knocking on the door claiming to be usada....but its always amazing while it lasts
