Many recessions ago, I used to be an architect working in IT product development. There were a few women on the team and one who I worked with quite closely for several years called Ling. She was a mature oriental, I’m not certain from which country she originated, but she had a cheerful cheeky disposition that made her easy to get along with and we became good pals. She was short, standing 5’2” with a pleasant face, perhaps plain in Western eyes, long with chubby cheeks and a good firm complexion that gave her a youthful appearance. Her eyes were almond shaped and brown with a short stubby nose and a small mouth. Only her short jet-black hair strongly peppered with grey betrayed her age.

Our relationship was purely friendship, we were colleagues that worked well together and could have a good laugh at the same time. Besides we were both married with kids. There was however one aspect about Ling that often caught my attention and that was her short but shapely legs. As was the fashion at the time, Ling wore thick grey jogging leggings that emphasized the shape of her legs but revealed nothing. Like many Orientals, her calves were large and meaty in complete disproportion to her size. They stretched her leggings as they flared out from her knees to a big meaty mass as wide as her thighs then swept dramatically into slim ankles. From the side these looked like huge semi-pear drops and I often wondered what they looked like bare. Then one day I got my wish when she came to work wearing trousers cropped just below the knee. I couldn’t stop staring. Relaxed, her short calves were a beautiful sight. The natural tan colouring of her skin made her large, rounded and shapely calves an irresistible draw for my eyes. However, when she walked each solidified into a solid mass of hard diamond shaped muscle with a sexy cleft between them that almost had me drooling. These were calves that would make male bodybuilders green with envy. I was intrigued, how did she get calves like that? Did she work out? No, she claimed that the only vigorous exercise that she did was dancing. She also mentioned that she did a bit of Kung Fu when she was younger but when I pressed her on this, she dismissed it saying that it was a long time ago and that she hadn’t been very good. She probably wondered why I paid her so much attention that day. I can tell you that I had a permanent boner all day long.

After we both got made redundant I lost touch with Ling for many years. About a year ago, I needed a woman of foreign extraction who I could trust to pose as a cleaner in order to check out an auction house in London [JIMP#26]. Thanks to the wonders of social networking, we had arranged to meet at a supermarket. As soon as I approached the entrance, I spotted her looking in the opposite direction. She was wearing low heels with those big oriental calves covered in sexy sheer black nylon that made those muscled slabs shine so erotically that I actually spent several minutes watching her from behind like a pervert. I was captivated by the view of the sexy calves that I hadn’t seen for so long, marvelling at the dramatic difference in size compared with her slim ankles and adoring the sheen of sheer black nylon as it stretched over the large muscles. Finally she turned around and spotted me, breaking the trance. Over a light snack and coffee, she agreed to do the job for me. Unfortunately I was now wracked with guilt because I sent her into that place the very night it got blown up. I had not heard from her since but held a glimmer of hope that she had escaped in the secret tunnel I suspected lay beneath the building.

Now as I waded down the flooded quayside of an underground canal [JIMP#35], a familiar looking oriental woman in her early 50’s stepped in my path and placed a hand on her hip. “You wanna ride mister or wot?” she asked in clipped English. I felt a big stupid beaming smile form on my face and was about to rush forward to give her a big hug when she fixed me with a stern stare and gave a subtle shake of her head signalling that it wasn’t safe to show that we knew each other. I was used to seeing her in more formal clothes than she wore now. A pale yellow sleeveless top covered her boyish upper body; although there was nothing boyish about her full medium sized breasts that had seen several children raised to adulthood. Her bare arms were thick and quite firm looking. She also wore denim shorts that looked like they had been cut from a pair of old jeans.

“Why are you talking like that? You speak better English than I do” I whispered. She put a finger to her lips. “OK girl but you better be fast. If I miss my meeting I’ll have you flogged” I said imperiously acting like a City slicker. “I go very fast. Fastest rickshaw on water. Very strong legs. Very strong legs indeed” she answered in character. My eyes automatically went to her short thick legs and I was staggered by what I saw. One leg was facing forward and I could see a huge mass of calve meat flaring out from behind her shins. The other foot was slightly turned showing the dramatic size difference between her slender ankles and the huge depth of her beefy calves. They looked absolutely gigantic, much larger than I remembered.

I think she noticed my gaze because she smiled then turned her side to me placing one foot upon the stone lip that edged the quayside so that I could see the inside of her leg. Bending her foot onto her toes, the thick mass at the back of her lower leg solidified into a large deep flat slab. The bottom of the muscle formed a sharply pointed V with a deep edge as it rose like a cliff from the slimmer plains above her ankle. I was positive that they never used to be this big or this muscled. For a woman her height, they were outrageous. “You like? Very strong legs, peddle very fast” she said, clearly amused that I was gawping at her legs with growing lust. I just couldn’t tear my eyes away from the massive calve muscle. “Oh I like very much. They’re magnificent” I gasped in genuine appreciation, my groin stirring at the sight. Beneath the sharp cliff of the main calve head I could make out another muscle, the soleus, forming a ledge. I also noticed how thick her upper leg was. She always had short thick thighs but now I could see how strong they looked as they stood in a thick slab above her knee and the back of her leg displayed a nice thick swell of hamstring.

“You gonna gawp at my legs all day or get onboard mister?” her voice broke my trance and flushing with embarrassment I turned to look at the contraption on the water. The only way I could describe it was a floating rickshaw attached behind a bicycle that was fitted with paddles. It looked ancient and well rusted. The once black ironwork was heavily coated with red rust and the black leather upholstered passenger seat was torn and well worn as was the black folding canopy above it. “It plenty old and safe mister” Ling said by my side. “Ain’t lost passenger since Christmas” she joked. I could hardly believe that a highly skilled and experienced IT developer was now literally a pedal pusher. With trepidation I boarded the craft and climbed slowly into the rickshaw seat, not liking the way the thing wobbled on the water with my every move. “Big pansy” I heard Ling mutter behind me.

After unmooring the craft, Ling climbed onto the saddle with her short legs either side of the frame. Her toes barely reached the deck, causing both calves to flex. “Wow” I gasped admiring the clear definition of each huge muscle and the size of the solid sharp edged diamond shaped calves. “I’m sorry?” she turned her head towards me. “Uh nothing. I was just uh admiring your incredible calves” I told her. “Please don’t. They’re so big and ugly, I’ve always hated them but now they’ve blown up like balloons. I wish I could get them reduced” she whispered back at me. “Please don’t. I think they’re sensational. Really, I mean it. They’re incredibly sexy” I replied. “Well in that case you just sit there and watch what a year of peddling this ancient rust bucket has done to my legs” she said and turned to face forward.

Placing a foot upon the highest pedal, the large calve flattened and became more defined. As she applied pressure the muscles under her skin rippled and bulged as they exerted a mighty force to get the contraption into motion. As the pedals rotated, she brought up her other foot and I could see the brute muscular power she was using to gain momentum. The sight of the big muscular calve heads flexing and waning in constant motion set my groin aching. As we gained speed, a spray of droplets rained upon her legs, causing her constantly pumping muscles to glisten and shine. Her calves were really getting pumped up as she steered the craft through the other traffic on the canal. I could clearly see the separate three headed calf muscles bulging with raw power as they pushed the peddles around and around driving the craft forward. The natural tan of her skin combined with the muscle tone made her legs shine so sexily. Her hamstrings were also thick and bulging at the back of her legs as she pumped away. With my view from the back, I also got occasional glimpses of the sides of her huge thighs swelling into rock hard slabs ridged with a sexy forward pointing V shape ridge as they powered the peddles. I was getting really turned on by the close-up view.

How could such a petite woman have such huge bulging muscle on her short legs? I was rock hard down below in no time watching the constant demonstration of female leg strength. Driving us at a good cruising speed, the muscles in her legs were in constant motion. Her big calves were now so pumped that they had striations making them look incredibly powerful. By the time we had came to a halt by the mouth of a tunnel so she could light her lantern, I was also pumped up into a huge boner that I had to try to cover as she looked over her shoulder at me. “Is something wrong Jim? You look strange” she whispered. “Ur no it’s fine” I gasped with embarrassment. “It’s not safe to speak here. I know somewhere a short way up ahead” she whispered. She looked at me querulously then gasped. “You’ve got an erection! You’re not really turned on my legs are you?” she whispered in astonishment. I shifted uncomfortably in the seat trying to cover my excitement. “Er yes. your legs are so sexy, they really turn me on” I replied bashfully. “I can see that. I always knew that you were a leg man, but this is weird” she chuckled then turned back and continued to cycle. This was getting embarrassing. How do you tell a former workmate that you’ve know for years that you have a thing for powerful muscular women and that her muscular legs are driving you wild with desire as she pumps them up on the water rickshaw better than any device in a gym.

We entered the tunnel and headed into the gloom. Soon it was too dark to see anything apart from the lanterns of other craft giving me time for my boner to go down. After several minutes, Ling swung the craft from the main tunnel into a small passage that finally emerged in a large cavern lit by large mirrored lanterns. However, instead of entering the main part of the cavern, Ling squeezed the craft down a narrow channel and into a small hidden alcove behind a large outcrop of rock.

Mooring the craft, she told me “This is my place, We’re safe here”. Looking around I saw some bedding and other signs of habitation. I stepped ashore and gave Ling a big hug, which I think surprised her. “I’m so glad to see you. I was afraid that I might have got you killed” I admitted. “I’m glad to see you too, Jim. I was very surprised when the Maasai approached me. How did you get down here? The entrances are guarded” she replied. “They are looking for you, you know” she said with concern. “That’s why they cut off my distinctive locks and gave me waterproofs and a change of clothes” I said, indicating the suit I was wearing. I didn’t ask the tribe where it came from.

We sat on the bedding and Ling produced from a small rucksack various items of food which we consumed while I told her of the trail that led me to her. With her legs bent at the knee as she leant back against the wall, I could see the inside of one calve and again I was amazed at the thickness of the edge of the big slab and the difference in width compared with her ankle. Ling noticed. “You really do fancy my calves. What’s wrong with you?” she exclaimed slapping me playfully on the shoulder. She crossed her legs, the huge meaty slab of muscle now emphasised by a furrow running lengthwise down the top near her shin and the thick slab of secondary below the calve. “Oh Ling. I’m sorry but your calves are so well developed they are driving me wild” I admitted. “Please can I feel them?” I asked. “I didn’t know you were this weird. Yes I guess so” she replied hesitantly.

I reached out to the calve sitting on the top of her crossed legs. The size of it was outrageous. I ran my palm around the large arrow shaped slab facing me. “It’s so big and hard” I gasped. “So lovely and smooth. It’s beautiful Ling. Look at how deep and sharp the edge is” I cried in wonder. “You’re weird. I think they’re far too big” she said as she rotated the calve slightly. “Oh Ling, they are amazing” I gasped as I felt the thick soleus muscle that now swelled beneath her calf. “Peddling that damn rust bucket for miles up and down the canal has done that” she muttered. “Your lower legs are really so well developed. I love it. Wow every muscle is so defined. Perfect diamonds and everything” I told her turning her leg and running my palm over her muscles with increasing excitement. “I didn’t think guys liked that sort of thing” she told me. “Of course they do. I’d bet you’d look stunning in high heels. Men wouldn’t be able to take their eyes off them. If you walked down a street, men would be bumping into lampposts not looking where they were going with big boners in their trousers” I said. That raised a chuckle. “Like this you mean” she laughed playfully flicking the lump in my crotch, which made me blush.

“I know a woman about your height with these flared rounded calves like balls of steel jutting out from the back of her leg. They are so strong that she can crush things between them like melons. I’ve even seen her knock several men out cold between them and break bones [JIMP#21]” I told her. “Oh Jim! You talk such shit sometimes” she laughed and slapped me on the shoulder. “No its true, Ling and yours are much bigger and look much stronger” I said. “Yeah. You’re weird” she chuckled.

“Well if you’re going to touch up my legs, you might as well make yourself useful and massage them. They get so tight after peddling that rust bucket all day” she told me. I’m sorry but that was like a red rag to a bull. Gently taking her ankle in one hand, I raised her leg and began to rub the tanned meaty calve with my other palm. “When a man tells a woman that she has great legs, he is referring to the muscle that gives them their shape” I tell Ling greatly enjoying the feel of the hard muscle under her smooth soft skin. “And you have very shapely legs” I tell her feeling her calves. “But they’re too big and muscular” she protested. “No, They are very shapely and a woman in high heels showing well muscled calves will always turn men’s heads. Yours will stop traffic” I said then leant forward and kissed the large muscle in my hands. “Jim!” Ling gasped with a giggle.