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A state of emergency has been declared as Kensington high street remains cordoned off. This local resident made a plea for International aid. “We are at death’s door. We can’t survive without Boly”. A Police scientist said that swamp gas ignited by the planet Venus was the cause of the explosion.

My name is Jeremy Smith. I don’t have a profession because I refuse to be part of the bourgeois system for the oppression of the masses. This is my lifestyle choice. It is my right to be supported by the welfare state. Middle aged, I like to think of myself as fit and good looking. I like the sight of a healthy good-looking woman. Believe me there is nothing wrong in watching a group of scantily clad women showing off their lovely fit bodies. In fact, I had made an art of finding the best places to watch them undisturbed whether it is keep fit, ballet, swimming or yoga.

Tonight was Friday night and that meant gymnastics at St.Agatha’s College. That was my favourite since I was a teenager watching the well built Romanian girls at the Olympics on the TV that left me covering up an embarrassing hard-on from my parents. Stealthily bypassing the security cameras, I snuck into the back yard, keeping an eye out for Granny Strongarm. I didn’t want another encounter with that fearsome old battleaxe. After the last time, I couldn’t sit down for over a week. Careful to make no noise, I climbed the metal fire escape that led to a narrow balcony along the back of the girl’s gym.

God these college girls have amazing bodies! All were short, squat and most were powerfully built. Some wore Lycra leotards cut high over their hips and clinging to their bodies like a second skin with jutting nipples on small mounds everywhere I looked. A few were so translucent that they might as well been naked. Others wore tiny tight sleeveless halters with small shorts showing off extremely developed washboard abs and toned arms. Despite the muscle, there was no doubt that these were women. They were incredibly fit and supple young women whose bodies made my dick harder than any older woman could. My hand stole to my groin and I removed it, being careful to prolong my excitement.

“Grrkk!”. Out of nowhere, an arm came from behind and wrapped itself tightly around my neck, pulled me back and squeezed tight. Shit! Granny Strongarm was my first thought. However, the smooth bare flesh didn’t feel like an old woman. Firm hard hairless flesh with a big solid bicep dug into my throat chocking off my windpipe while another arm at the side of my neck pressured the nerve in the side of my neck cutting the blood supply from my brain. With my head spinning and my blood pounding in my ears, my hands were useless against the rock hard arms. Slowly everything just seemed to tune out and become distant.

I awoke to find myself inside the empty gym, apart from a cute blonde sitting at one end of a pommel horse. Wearing only a tiny white sleeveless halter and tiny white briefs, her feet were tucked under one of the handles with her legs bent and hands raised above her head. She repetitively leant back over thin air then sat up in a gruelling series of ab crunches. I watch as her hard stomach stretches then compresses into a series of slabs and very deep cut grooves.

I got to my feet looking around cautiously. “Who are you looking for?” said a pleasant soft girly voice. “Where’s the man who brought me in here?” I asked. “It wasn’t a man. It was me” she said. I looked at her pretty little face in astonishment. Maybe my expression said that I didn’t believe her, because she seemed to get angry. “I’ve had it with men today” she said lithely dismounting.

Standing before me with her arms folded, her 5’2” frame was tiny against my 6’4”. Long golden hair swept from a parting on the right cascading down to the front of her shoulders. Her face was oval with chubby cheeks; small blue eyes under slim arching eyebrows, a dainty slender nose and a small mouth that was set in a kind of bemused smile. Squat, her body tapered from broad shoulders to a wide waist and then widened to her hips. Large rounded shoulder caps graced thick bare arms with visible bicep veins and pronounced triceps. Her legs were large and very shapely, the swelling curves of her quads extruding a raw power that made my groin stir.

Most of all, my eyes were drawn to the expanse of bare midriff which was adorned by a grid-work of thick slabs of abdominal muscle outlined with deep etched lines. 2,4,6,8 - she’s a got an 8 pack! I was mesmerised by the way they moved as she breathed. It was a sensual living writhing walkway of muscle and I couldn’t take my eyes off them. “Like them do you? They’re as hard as a brick wall. What’s your name?” she asked. “Jeremy” I replied. “I’m Jackie. Jackie Priest” she told me. “Why don’t you punch them to see how hard they are?” she asked. I looked at her in astonishment. This young woman was asking me to punch her abs!

“Of course, I would then have to punch your gut with these” she said raising her arms. “Pow!” she cried popping a double biceps pose. I gasped as solid mountains of gently peaked muscle formed on her thick arms. The contrast with her girlish face made my cock lurch. “Pow!”. She flexed again with her fists facing outward emphasising the thick triangular plates of her forearms. “Still don’t think I carried you?” she asked. I was gob-smacked by muscles that looked larger than my own. Raising her fists in a boxing stance she challenged me. “Come on then. Let’s settle this with a fist fight”. I baulked at the sight of her rippling arms. “I nearly put my older brother in a coma. My parents won’t let me box him anymore” she said. “It’s OK, I believe you” I gulped. She really did look capable of punching my lights out with those bulging arms.

She lowered her fists with a small chuckle. “I’ve seen you lurking outside, perving at us” she said. “Don’t deny it. Well tonight’s your lucky night. You are inside and will help me with my practice”. Wow, this was a dream come true.

“Do you think my tits are too big?” she asked. Now that the subject had been brought up, my eyes immediately went to her bust. It was certainly filled out in a most pleasing manner with her nipples jutting against the tiny tight top. “They’re fabulous” I gushed. “Thank you. Sergio thinks they’re too big for gymnastics. He thinks I’m too buxom and over the hill” she said. “Do you think I’m over the hill?” she asked coyly. “No I think you’re beautiful” I gushed before I could stop myself. Jackie giggled and lay down on the mats.

“Help me with my stretching. Sergio enjoys that even though he tries to hide it” she said pulling her legs wide apart until she was doing the splits. I’ve seen the lucky bastard many times stretching the girls, his hand running across an exposed crotch or pressing his groin against theirs as he pressed a leg to its limits. In an instant, I was kneeling with my hands on the backs of her legs which she now had either side of her body in a V shape. With growing excitement, I slid my hands over the bulging hamstrings and down to her large defined calves pressing them down. Feeling up the legs of a lovely young woman in a skimpy outfit with her legs wide apart is an incredible turn-on. Pressing both calves at the same time, my groin pressed against her crotch, igniting an immediate erection. “Have you got a torch in your trouser pocket?” she asked innocently. Now that she had brought attention to it, my erection stiffened further. I just couldn’t resist it no more, I wanted to make love to this girl so badly. Letting go of her legs, I slid back on my knees and buried my face in her crotch. “Mmmm mmmmm mmm” I murmured into her skimpy briefs, my passion in overdrive. I just wanted to rip these off and sink myself deep inside her.