She was a vision of beauty. I had never seen someone like her before. She...

Wait, what do you mean, you don't know me? I'm sorry. My name is James. I take the bus to and from work every day. Last Wednesday, I missed my normal bus and had to take a later one. I wasn't used to this schedule, but I could manage.

I took a seat near the back of the bus, right across from a young lady; she looked like she was about 24, at the most. She was wearing a hooded sweatshirt and sweatpants emblazoned with the logo of a gym downtown, "Max's House of Power." He was withdrawn, trying to hide herself in her own clothes. Unfortunately for her, she was doing a bad job.
I could tell, even through her loose clothing, that she was a strong girl. It was obvious she had been building muscle for quite some time, though I couldn't make out any details. The thought alone of the strong body made my dick begin to rise. I had to force myself to suppress my primal urges.
I leaned forward and attempted to break the ice.
"So, how is it at the House of Power?"
She looked up at me, then turned her head away. I pressed on.
"I'm a member of Gold's myself, going on 2 years. How long have you been going to Max's?"
She didn't look at me, but this time, she answered. "3 years."
I smiled; we were communicating. "My name's James. What's yours?"
"Ashley." She still averted her gaze, though I could tell that progress was being made.
"Why are you so shy? A strong girl like you should be proud and outgoing, or at least not try and hide." I reached out to put my hand on her knee.
She allowed my touch, and turned her had to face me again. "I'm too strong. At first, guys liked me because I worked out. I wasn't a thin bimbo like I used to be. But then, they turned away from me, because they hated what I had become." For a moment, I thought she was going to cry.
I reached my hand up to lift her chin. "Ashley, I love girls like you. You make me feel alive."
She sniffed, and a smile appeared on her face. "Really? You like strong girls?"
I smiled back at her. "'Like' is too weak a word. Would you accompany me tonight? We're almost to my stop."
She moved her hand to her face and took my hand in hers. "Of course, James. I'd love to."

We got off a minute later. It was only a block to my house; we passed the time by discussing the various fat guys that frequented our respective gyms. Once inside my home, she stepped forward and turned to face me.
"So, do you want to see what 2 years at the gym can do?"
"Sure, baby. Whadda you got?"
She unzipped her hoodie and let it fall to the floor. She also removed her sweats, but I wasn't paying attention to her actions anymore. All I could see was her body. Her biceps were nearly as large as mine, and her back flowed with rivers of muscle. When she stood back to full height, I could see that her sports bra was straining to hold both her large breasts and her large pecs. She struck a pose, showing off both her biceps and her massive calves. She giggled. "Do you like it?"
I said nothing. Instead, I ripped off my button-up shirt and tie, revealing six-pack abs and huge pecs. I walked up to her and put my hands on her biceps, allowing my senses to completely take her in. She slid down my body and, with one motion, ripped my poor khaki slacks in half, revealing boxers that were currently failing to conceal my erection. Ashley noticed, and cooed. "You like me, I see. Well, let's see what a muscle fan's cock can do."
She grasped my firm member in her powerful hand and began to stroke it. She moved slowly, licking it softly. Then she shoved it into her mouth and moved her head up and down; it was the best blowjob I had ever received. When I had reached almost ejaculation, she stood and began to massage my chest.
"Rip my clothes off, stud. I want to feel you inside me."
I needed no further instruction. Grabbing her sports bra from each side, I easily pulled it apart, revealing her D cup tits. She moaned and pushed her pelvis against my dick. I smiled and slid my hand down her body, stopping a bit too long on her boobs, until I reached her shorts. With a motion, they were sundered, and with the barrier removed, I could now thrust my member into her ready pussy. As I began to thrust, I grabbed her breasts and began to squeeze, adding in a lick or two when my thrusts lifted her off the ground. She was now screaming in joy, and it was all I could manage to not join her in her cries, for I was ready to cum. She looked at me, and between screams, she shouted, "On my biceps, please! The arms!"
I nodded and pulled out. She got on her knees and flexed her right arm. Her bicep grew, making a suitable landing spot for my semen. With a grunt, I finally released, showering her and the floor behind her with my sperm. She purred and licked the cum off her muscles, which only served to sustain my erection. Finally, I spoke.
"Now, you get to be on top." I laid on the floor, ready for her. She obliged, sitting firmly on my cock. As she bounced on my manhood, her tits seemed to mesmerize me; I didn't remember very much after that. I vaguely remember her giving me another handjob, but beyond that, it's all a blur. The next thing I could really remember was waking up on my floor, alone, with a note on my chest. It read, "I'll be on the bus again next week. Ashley." I think I'm in love.