It was a nice warm weekend and I had walked to some woods about a mile away from where I lived. I’ve never really been into exercise before but after being diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes a few years ago from being overweight I started doing walking more and now enjoyed it. I usually went for a short walk during lunch breaks at work and a much longer ramble in the countryside at weekends. Thanks to that and dietary changes, I’ve lost quite a bit of weight and well on track towards my ideal target weight. Today being such a nice day I decided go for a nice peaceful walk in the wooded hillside which was far enough out of town to encounter few people other than the occasional rambler or cyclist.

I was progressing well when around a bend at the bottom of a long incline a female jogger came into view heading my way. From her skin colour I could tell that she was of Asian ancestry, probably Indian, wearing skin-tight grey leggings over very slim legs with black trainers and a small tight white sleeveless halter that left the mid-riff bare. A sporty pair of sunglasses reflected the sun as she began what I knew was a gruelling climb even when walking. I normally wouldn’t have given her much notice other than a courteous “hello” or “good morning”. However as she pounded uphill towards me, she made it look so effortless that I watched out of interest.

She was very slim, almost scrawny, with a slight tapering from well-defined slender shoulders to an otherwise boyish waist. I am 5 foot 8 and could tell she was at least 4 inches shorter. Sporty sunglasses covered a wide band across her face making it hard to judge her looks or age properly and imparted a haughty arrogant look. However she didn’t strike me as particularly attractive, largely because of a wide mouth with thickish lips that showed a lot of teeth set in a ghastly grimace as she powered up the slope. Her face was small and oval with a rounded jaw that was too shallow for my liking and a nose with nostrils that were too wide and flaring. I also wasn’t keen on the large amount of forehead on display with dark brown hair pulled straight back in a severe manner and fixed in a bun high upon the back of her head. She certainly wasn’t a teenager and I hazarded a guess she was in her early thirties like me.

The jogger rapidly got closer, making light work of the thigh and calve burning ascent. I noticed how rugged her slim arms were. Taut and sinewy, the natural skin tone and a light sheen of perspiration made her arms looked toned and brawny. I had developed a secret fetish for muscular women over the years but only had a few rare passing encounters with any. Those wiry arms really made my attention perk up. She was even closer now and I saw a toned midriff writhing about in constant motion in a most alluring manner. Her breasts were small, what some would cruelly and inaccurately call flat chested, but it suited her lean sporty low body-fat physique. I could even see in the neck line of the halter signs of striations in her upper chest!

The runner barely glances at me as she approaches the final part of the incline. Her arrogant manner expecting me to step aside as that part of the path is narrow and steep. That’s exactly what I do, out of courtesy but also to watch her without seeming too much of a weirdo. To my excited astonishment I see large solid masses appearing then vanishing in the skin-tight leggings as her long slender legs drive her to the top of the slope. Powerful bulging shapes out of all proportion of what I would have expected for a woman with her build unless it was my warped imagination wishing for things that weren’t really there.

There was no imagining that taut stomach windowed between the bottom of a small tight sleeveless halter that came just beneath her breasts and the waistband of her leggings. It writhed like it had a mind of it’s own with a ripped deep-cut 6 pack that rose and fell while the skin of her belly continually stretched and moved in strange contortions. Shining sexily with exertion, it was muscular and a surprise as I didn’t know Indian girls went in for serious weight-training as she surely must to develop those. It was exciting and mesmerising to watch.

As she passes me, my eyes are everywhere. I notice hard erect nipples pushing out the thin halter on her chest like bullets. Most of all I see how the sleeveless halter shows off brawny toned defined arms with a noticeable hard swell around the biceps, vascular forearms and the thickest most prominent set of biceps veins that I’d ever encountered in my life. In that brief moment of close encounter that image seared itself into my memory. She seemed to do a double-take at me just before passing then, without a word of thanks, gave me a haughty expression like “I know” Strangely, although she was wearing shades, there was something familiar about her that I couldn’t place.

I stood there like a drooling idiot turning around to watch the back of the scrawny well-toned Asian woman as she jogged away. The back of her halter was low cut and featured a mesh panel for aeration through which I marvelled at the incredible definition of her slim back which was a living carpet of sensually moving large muscular slabs. From the rear there was a slightly more pronounced tapering of her back from shoulders to waist and out again a bit to her hips. Her backside clad in the skin-tight leggings was a small tight bubble butt. The tightest and sexiest bum I’d ever seen on a grown woman. Beneath that there were some long thick swellings at the back of her legs around the hamstrings beneath those cursed leggings that repeatedly came and went as she ran. Likewise her calves stretched out the thin material with hard muscular shapes like heart shapes or wide spade blades that flexed and waned in a mesmerising motion that stiffened my groin. So much so that I stood there watching as they powered her away from me into the distance until she went around a bend and out of my sight. Alone on the woodland trail I felt like a right idiot and got on my way again. Carefully descending the slope the jogger had just ran up, I followed the path towards the bottom of the hill then joined another which would eventually bring me close to where I had entered the woods for the return leg home. However all I could think about was that fit Indian running woman and her lean tightly toned body.

Sometime later on the return leg of my walk through the woods, I thought I saw someone lurking behind some trees up ahead. It could be kids or a dog walker as there was a small car parking area nearby but kept alert in case it was a mugger, although I’d never heard of anything like that happening here. As I got nearer I was surprised to see the familiar figure of the lithe fit Indian jogger. She was exercising at a piece of equipment on a trim trail that I had never seen anyone use before. Stretching for a high bar that was at least 6 foot from the ground with her arms wide, she pulled herself effortlessly up until her chin was over the bar. Her back rippled in an amazing muscled landscape with large rugged plates visible through the mesh panel in her halter while her back tapered into an upside down triangle. The natural brown colouring of her arms and shoulders glistened in a highly sensual manner as she worked out. Holding herself steady in that elevated position, I noticed the surprising thick ruggedness of her forearms which resembled long muscular sails, thick at the base opposite the inside of her elbows then tapering in towards slender wrists. The backs of the forearms also had thick vertical cords that really stood out with the strain of holding that pose before lowering herself steadily.

As she began another rep I slowed down to get a good look. This time I noticed how the backs of her lean upper arms thickened and swelled with fair sized solid looking biceps. They were much larger and more rugged than I had expected given how slender her arms were when relaxed. The unexpected sight of female muscle causes stiffening in my groin. There was no point in pretending, I just had to stop and stare at this woman as she exercised her lean tight body. Finishing that rep, she pulled herself back up again but this time continued to press her chest and belly above the level of the bar. Supported by her very slim toned arms I am spellbound to see the backs of her arms become rocky with the unmistakable horse-shoe shapes of thick triceps and well-defined shoulder caps. Along the front of her arms were the veins I saw earlier standing out prominently like writhing creepers, thick bold and to be honest, intimidating and arousing at the same time.

To my embarrassment the whip-taut woman noticed me watching and I feel my face flush red. “Stay. You can watch” she told me in a deepish tone with a hint of an Indian accent that I found quite sexy. It sounded a genuine invitation so I stayed where I was and watched as she lowered herself once more to the ground. Ignoring me she began stretching a leg on one of the lower bars which I found rather stimulating to watch. “I’m sorry if I interrupted your exercise” I got up the courage to speak as she stretched that slim leg in a limber manner I never could. “No apology necessary. There was no interruption” her dark eyes fixed me as she stretched but a smile didn’t reach her lips. I felt uncomfortable and made to walk on. “No. Please take a seat. Rest” she indicated a bench carved from a large fallen log then began to stretch the other leg. I’ve never had a woman invite me to watch her exercise before and probably never would again so I sat down to watch the rather sexy stretching of this flexible fit jogger.

As there was a bit more shade under the trees, the woman had removed her shades allowing me to see her face clearly. As I had noted before her face was quite small although proportionate with her wiry build. However that made her eyes, nose, lips and mouth all seem too big. I also found her mouth to be too wide and showed too much teeth while her chin was too shallow. While not much of a looker myself I failed to find her facially attractive. She reminded me of the Asian girls at school who stuck in their little groups speaking their lingo and not mixing with the rest of us. Frankly most of them looked like dogs and that isn’t being racist as I have since seen many Indian women who are very beautiful. The jogger was now standing and bending her right leg right up her back with the foot almost touching the top of the back of her shoulders. What she lacked in facial looks she more than made up with the stunning level of muscularity on those parts of her wiry taut body that I could visibly see and an arousing flexibility as she pulled her legs into amazing positions.

The slender woman stopped stretching then stood up to face me. “You like?” she asked unexpectedly “I have a bit of an attraction for physically fit women” I admitted, caught off-guard by her question. She smiled and stepped closer. I noticed a jagged line running down the centre of her breastbone with deep cut horizontal striations at the top. “You look amazing” I told her looking at the prominent biceps veins “You are obviously very fit”. She gave a wide warm smile in return. “You are very kind” she told me “Many boys feel threatened by strong women, you know?” I remembered how the Indian girls at school referred to any unmarried man as a boy “Well they will just have to get used to it” I jokingly replied to which she gave another smile. As she did, her toned stomach solidified into a hard looking grid-work of raised bumps and deep grooves. They were absolutely ripped! Her skin colouring and perspiration made them really stand out and look extraordinarily sexy. I just couldn’t stop staring.

“Your abs are incredible” I gasped unable to tear my eyes away from the gently moving carpet of muscular blocks right before me “They are beautiful and incredibly sexy” I admitted with a hard-on developing in my pants. “You are so kind” she replied “Watch” she said then placed her hands behind her head. My dick soared with lust as her slim taut belly drew in then flexed into a deeply etched central section of dense double columned pathway of hard-looking muscular blocks standing in bold relief. “You can feel” she invited in a sultry tone indicating her abs. I’d never been invited to feel a woman’s abs before and was up on my feet with a palm on her belly feeling her washboard stomach. I had never seen a muscle woman in real life before and yet I was now feeling one’s muscle-paved belly. I’ve never experienced anything like it before and can’t put this into meaningful words. “Wow they are so hard!” I exclaim enjoying the sensation of the 6 hard blocks of muscle beneath her smooth warm skin arranged in slightly offset pairs either side of a central groove running vertically from her belly button. “Beautiful” I gasp. With no word of objection from the small-faced Indian woman with the belly built like a brick wall, I run my palm over each block and into each groove. Even her obliques were well-defined angling away from the central columned area. All the while her abs are in constant motion rising and falling gently beneath my palm in an exciting sensual motion as she breathes. Little wonder I have an epic hard-on in my trousers and I pray she doesn’t notice and take offence.

“You like?” the jogger asked “Very much!” I reply “They’re beautifully developed, absolutely amazing” Just looking at her, I can tell her lean, almost scrawny, body is packed with taut muscle that even creates strong shapes in her skin-tight leggings. She smiles then slaps her abs hard several times with a hand “Punch” she told me “I’m sorry I can’t possible do that” I reply “Go on, you know you want to” she insists “No, really I couldn’t” I reply. She balled her hand into a fist and slammed it repeatedly against her sculpted belly with very solid sounding punches. “Go on, don’t be afraid. You can’t hurt me” she said pointing to her stunning 6-pack in a taunting tone. Just to satisfy her I ball my right fist and drive it against her belly. “Really?” Her tone is scathing “Is that the best you can do?”. That annoyed me and I drive my fist much harder against her belly. My punch comes to an abrupt stop against the resistance of her hard abs which don’t give way in the slightest. Her small face looks smug with a mocking sneer while giving a derisive chuckle “Don’t go easy on me because I’m lady” she taunts “or are you really that weak?”. Really annoyed now by her arrogance I really let fly, powering my fist as hard as I could over and over against her stomach. Yet each time her abs remain firm and unyielding while her face looks arrogant with no sign of even feeling my punches. “You win” I laugh getting tired although annoyed at somehow failing some manly task, throwing my hands up in surrender. My knuckles were red and stinging with the repeated blows against her immobile brick-like stomach. I give her abs a playful tap with the palm of my hand “Built like a brick out-house” I laugh and she smiles back “But much sexier” I add.

“You are angry with me” the small-faced woman states while her remarkable slender ribbed belly relaxed. “No, not at all” I replied looking at her almost scrawny looking arms as they lowered “Wow, your arms are so slim yet really taut, toned and sinewy” I remarked in awe following the length of her biceps veins “and such thick prominent vascularity it’s almost quite intimidating” “Almost?” her dark brown irises in eyes too large for her small face fix me while a cheeky smile touches her lips. With that she raised her arms, stretching them horizontally on either side. Clenching her fists, the tendons in her wrist and forearms became more prominent. As her forearms slowly folded angled towards her head I held my breath in anticipation, knowing what was coming but not expecting a great deal given her lean build. I was therefore absolutely gobsmacked as those thin arms thickened significantly while a large elongated mass rose on the top of her upper arms. The woman worked her arms a few times to pump them and her biceps became more rugged and, to my surprise, peaked. They were a good solid size, not exactly huge but hardly small yet with definite feminine curves that made them a very appealing statement of girl power. “Is this almost?” she asked with the corners of her wide mouth lifting in a teasing smile “This is too much for boys I have met” My cock gave a lurch. “They are perfect! So sexy, so strong looking” I said unable to take my eyes of those surprising bulging peaks. “Feel” she encouraged with a nod of her head to her arms. I couldn’t refuse and reached out to place my hands, trembling with excitement, on those surprisingly solid peaks on such slender arms. “Wow!” I said in awe as I felt how hard they were beneath such soft smooth skin whilst sensing the warmth of living tissue of an undoubted feminine woman “Pretty strong eh?” she asked and I nodded in agreement.