Irene was one of those typical provincial lass who came to the city to seek their fortunes.
I am one of those city slicks who got around the urban enclave without complications.
She was definitely small, short and dark-skinned but young.Irene moved to the city after graduating from her local community college and started work as a sales representative of a pharmaceutical company. She was staying in a ladies' dormitory across an underground strongman gym I frequent for extreme powerlifting. It was there that Irene and Me chanced upon each other as she was joining the gym for bulking and toning.
I almost disliked her for being squat and soot-skinned but Irene was cozy interacting with the gym manager about her program. I looked at her and she waved her hand. I nodded. Seems the gym was keen on accepting scrawny ones.
Nevertheless,I was there for one thing only and that is to carry heavier weights over a minimum of thirty lbs per arm then beyond.
I stretched and she was in front of me. She was flaunting her wide hips. Didn't mind her.
The Gym Manager then informed me to be comfortable pumping iron even in the presence of a lil morena girl.
Stretching only halfway,I decided to use two forty-pound dumbbells. Lots of Movement but less repetitions since I was there to condition my body for power.
Irene chose to do sweeping, cleaning and dead-lifting a fifty pound barbell. I was impressed but far from it. She asked for assistance in learning how to carry it without strain. The Gym Manager heeded her request but only a demonstration since he was also entertaining clients with his side business.
Not that I am being a Male Chauvinist but something is a amiss after all Irene should had started using lighter weights. She was adamant or stubborn enough to pursue her goal. She proceeded to snatch the fifty pound barbell from the mat but she was shaking like jello when it was on top.
I intervened faster than the gym manager since I was nearer to her spot. Good thing,Rugger/Rugby Football Players, have above-average reflexes than the ordinary juan. I used my power lifting moves to save her.
She thanked me for helping her but insisted that I get out of her way. I insisted on helping her lift that heavy weight. She could hurt herself and that might further damage the reputation of the local underground strongman gym.
“Thank you ha.” Irene spoke and smiled at me.
“ahuh.right.” Sarcastically speaking to her.
“Aren't you too young and small for this gym?” I retorted.
“I am so sorry sir...Hindi ko pala namalayan na pang-matanda ito.” She exclaimed. (Translation: I am so sorry sir but I didn't know that this was for the oldies.)
“What's your name?New around town lately?” I inquisitively asked.
“Ako po si Irene.Yes,Baguhan ako dito.” Irene confided. (Translation: I am Irene and Yes,I am a newbie here.)
Irene then flipped her hair to the left side of her face then gazed at me from her height. Her morena/dark brown features and charcoal-colored eyes coupled with a sweaty forehead had an effect upon me.She was in her own ways,Innocent but mesmerizing.
That chocolatey skin with her wide pink lips pouting and her perky button nose somehow attracted me.
She was standing in front of me and her right foot pointed at my left side. Irene swayed her head to the left. It was like a slow-motion reel unfolding in front of my eyes.
I was stumped.
She was pretty in her own ways but wanted to be like me.Strong.Able.To.Fend and Defend.
There I was stunned by this Nubian Beauty.
I decided to teach her some basics about weightlifting albeit that she keeps a promise to lighten her weights before gradually progressing to heavier ones.
Taught her how to execute some moves properly and the right posture. She was grateful at the end of the session that she even held her hand to mine.
Irene's hand was so smooth and soft.Cupping my hefty digits.I smiled and she let out a giggle while bowing her head.
She wanted me. I knew it from the start.
Irene gave out her number.
I called her up 4 nights later as I had been busy with my career. She was ecstatic to know I was there to help her train. We dated for weeks but the third training day was spent carrying her naked dark brown body while we were doing kegel exercises.
Every pump came out strong enough that I moaned like a drunk sailor. Irene kissed me so good.She found my appeal so virile that I cannot stop drilling her hole for two hours non-stop.We did a lot of positions but I always insisted in doing her standing up.StrongMan Style.Pumping Iron made me Pump Irene.
