If there is one kind of woman I have always found irresistible,it is the Amazon type--that is, women of physical, emotional and psychological strength far superior to that of most men. Most women I have known consider the term "Amazon" as demeaning, connoting a woman who is masculine in appearance and demeanor. To me, however, the "Amazon" is the ultimate in femininity--tall, very strong and muscular, beautiful in both face and body, independent and forceful, and easily able to hold her own physically and intellectually with any man. I've known only one such female--a young girl my age withwhom I had a brief, summer affair when I was in high school. Hername was Lois, a cousin of a close friend whose parents were inthe military and who spent a summer visiting her aunt and unclein the small town where I lived with my grandparents. My friend,Ron, had arranged a blind date with me to help introduce her tothe town. It was to have been a double date on a Saturday night,only a day after her arrival, but, as it turned out, he called toinform me that his girl friend was ill and that I was on my ownif I still wanted the date. He went on to explain that she waswell over six feet tall and built to scale, big, solid andshapely, and that, although she preferred shorter guys--I'm only5'8"--she wanted me to know in advance in case I wanted to backout. My stomach started to churn at the prospect of dating agirl that size, but I managed to keep my voice steady as I toldhim I'd be there. However, even with that warning, when I arrived at the houseI was totally unprepared for the vision that greeted me at thedoor. Easily 6'2" or more and (as I learned later) a solid,shapely 185 lbs. that showed even through her loose sweater andknee length skirt, she literally loomed over me in the doorway! Like the rest of her, her lower legs were big and shapely, withclearly defined, muscular calves. Her hands were at least athird again as big as my own, and her fingers long, powerfullooking and perfectly manicured. I coudn't say she was beauti-ful--at least I didn't think so at first. Her features, framedin long, wavy, blonde hair that tumbled in charming disarray overincredibly broad shoulders, were regular, almost Nordic in quali-ty, with a small, almost severe mouth and an oddly freckledcomplexion--but she radiated such a breathtaking combination ofpower and sensual femininity that my stomach started churning allover again. I must have looked like an idiot standing there on the frontporch gaping up at her, but she smiled, stepped down onto theporch, where I found I could barely see over her shoulder, tookmy arm and immediately put me at ease by saying that, from whatRon had told her about me, she had really looked forward tomeeting me. Since Ron's house was only a couple of blocks from the mainbusiness district, we walked to the only theater in town to catchan early movie--even sitting next to her in the theater I notedthat her eyes were several inches above my own--and then wentacross the street to the high school recreation center. Itwasn't crowded that night, but there were a few guys there towhom I introduced Lois as Ron's cousin visiting for the summer. None of them showed much interest in pursuing a girl who was somuch bigger than they except a couple of the school jocks, andwhen she made it clear that she had no interest in "macho" types,they moved on. We bowled several games in the small bowling alley in thebasement, and, since I wasn't a particularly good bowler, shebeat me handily. What really surprised me, however, was theweight of the ball she used--the heaviest one there--and thespeed with which she sent it down the alley. Pins flew all overthe place. Afterward, we went upstairs to play some pool, and,although I was an excellent pool shot in those days, I had to beat my best to beat her three games out of five. During the course of the evening she had been marvelouscompany, cultured and obviously extremely intelligent, yet with amischievous sense of humor, which became very apparent when wewandered into the almost deserted dance floor where the freejukebox was playing slow dance music. She looked down at me witha twinkle in her eye and said, "I don't suppose you'd want todance with a taller girl, would you?" I choked. "Well, ah," I stammered, "I never have before,and I might be a little awkward..." "Don't worry about that," she laughed. "Besides, it'll be anew experience for you." Taking my small hand in her much biggerone, she drew me out onto the dance floor, slipped an arm aroundmy shoulder and pressed me against her. I half expected her tolead, but she waited for me, and as I put my arm around herwaist, followed me easily, with a lightness of step that wasamazing for a girl her size. Suddenly, with my face buried inher shoulder and the soft scent of her perfume filling my nos-trils, I felt completely enveloped by her, almost a part of her,oblivious to everything but the closeness of her. Instinctivelymy arm tightenend around her, feeling and marveling at thesolidity of her big, shapely body, and I felt her arm around myshoulders press me even tighter against her. For the rest of the evening it was as though I was in my ownworld, conscious only of her, moving to the music, both fast andslow, yet barely aware of what I was doing. Only when the musicfinally stopped and the closing of the center was announced byone of the adults who chaperoned the place did I realize how longwe had been dancing. We left by a side door to the street, whereshe put an arm over and around my shoulders, hugging me close toher. I put my arm around her waist as we walked slowly the shortdistance to her house and around to the back door, which she saidhad been left open for her. As I turned to say goodnight, I felt her free arm encirclemy waist. Before I could react, she pulled me tightly againsther, bending me backward, and her open mouth descended to firmlycapture mine. Almost immediately pangs of desire flooded myloins, and my penis snapped erect, hard and throbbing. Instinc-tively, I jerked my lower body away from her, but she slid herhand down my back and pressed me hard against her, trapping thebulge in my pants against the crack between her thighs under herskirt and sending a brief thrill of ecstacy through my body. Atthat moment, I wanted her more than anything else. I tightenedmy arm around her waist and slipped the other up around her neck,under her hair, and strained forward, trying to gain the initia-tive, but her body was unyielding as our tongues continued tointertwine. I barely felt her one arm slip from behind my neckand slide under my armpit and up my back to hold the back of myhead. Then she did something that stunned me. Without releasingmy lips, she bent her knees and lowered her other hand to firmlycup my buttocks and press me hard against her as she straight-ened, lifting me bodily off the ground and pressing the bulge inmy pants up under her skirt into her panties covering her maiden-head. I gasped as another, brief thrill coursed through my body,and her murmured sigh into my open mouth told me she was feelingsomething, too. Finally, she released my mouth but still held metightly against her, my feet dangling several inches off theground. Her face was flushed with a desire that matched my ownas her eyes bored deeply into mine. "My God, Lois!" I gasped. "You're so strong!" She pressed her cheek against mine and asked softly, "Doesthat bother you?" "Everything about you bothers me!" I blurted in reply. "Can't you tell?" She gave a low laugh and hugged me tighter against her. "Ifeel the same about you, Tom," she whispered. "I really wantyou." "Oh, God!" I wailed, "I want you, too! But we can't! Nothere! Not tonight!" "I know," she murmured. "Tomorrow afternoon? Some placewhere we can be alone? In the morning I'll be in Uncle Mike'sdrug store learning how to help out, so..." she giggled, "I cancome prepared, if you're not." I flushed, knowing that if I'd tried to buy a pack ofcondoms anywhere in that town, the word would be all over town bynightfall. I told her I knew a secluded place in the woodsoutside of town where we could go, and that I would try to getthe car and pick her up at two. We kissed again, long and hard,and then she slowly lowered me to the ground. My legs werewobbly, and I clung to her for a second. "You okay?" she asked,looking down at me with sudden concern. "Little shaky, that's all," I replied. "But it's going tobe a long, painful walk home." It was a joke, but I knew that mycrotch would shortly be aching from frustration. She grinned and hugged me again. "Sorry! But I'll make itup to you tomorrow..." Fortunately, my grandfather agreed to let me have the car,and the next day I was there promptly at two. As before, she metme at the door, this time dressed in a loose windbreaker andshorts and carrying a large blanket and cooler, which she saidcontained some sandwiches and soft drinks, "in case,' she saidwith a wink, "we find a place for a picnic." What really struckme, however, was her legs, now fully revealed below her shorts. Her thighs and calves were the biggest I had ever seen on a girl,with a massive, clearly defined muscularity that actually rippledwhen she walked. She nestled close to me in the car as we drove out of towninto the country, finally turning into a narrow dirt road leadinginto the woods. It ended in a small clearing with just enoughroom to turn around, and we got out of the car. She put her armaround my shoulders and hugged me to her as she looked around andsaid, "What a lovely place." With my arm around her waist and myhead tucked against her shoulder, I looked up at the strong,smooth curve of her chin and that marvelous, Nordic profile andsaid softly, "I'd rather look at you." She looked down at me,suddenly serious, and murmured, "Then maybe it's time I gave youa better look." She turned to face me, her eyes locking onto mine, andopened her windbreaker, letting it slide off her shoulders tofall on the grass behind her. My jaw dropped, altough after whatshe had done to me the night before I probably shouldn't havebeen surprised. She was wearing only a brief halter that barelyconcealed her small, firm, breasts and revealed an upper torsothat was a veritable symphony of smooth, shapely, powerfulmuscularity. From her incredibly broad shoulders her deep chesttapered in a wide "V" to a flat, narrow waist with striations ofrippling muscle barely visible under the smooth skin of herstomach, and flared hips. Her arms, solidly muscled with base-ball size biceps, seemed almost half again as big as my own. Thevisual impact was devastating, a combination of physical powerand erotic femininity that left me weak kneed and shaky. Andsomething else--vague curdlings in my lower stomach and thetelltale throbbing of a budding erection. "My God, Lois!" I gasped, "you're unbelievable!" "I guess," she replied soberly. "I've always been biggerand stronger than most guys. I started working out with Dad'sweights when I was nine and got the bug." She hesitated. "Well,what do you think? This is when most guys run for the hills." I came close to her, put a shaking hand lightly on her upperarm and looked up at her. "I think," I said slowly, "that youare the most magnificently beautiful creature I've ever seen! Ithink any guy who'd run away from you ought to have his geneschecked. And right now mine are working overtime!" She pulled me to her and hugged me. "I was hoping you'd saythat," she whispered. "And, somehow, I thought you would." Sheretrieved her jacket and hung it over her back, tying the sleevesaround her neck, and then folded the blanket over one arm. Looking down at me, there was suddenly a mischievous look in hereyes. Before I realized what was happening, she stooped, slidone arm under my armpits and around my chest and her other arm,which held the blanket, behind my knees, and then she swept meeffortlessly up off my feet to hold me tightly against her,cradled securely in her powerful arms. I was too surprised even to struggle. "Lois!" I gasped. "What are you doing? Put me down!" She grinned. "I'm doing what I've wanted to do ever sincewe met last night," she told me. Suddenly serious, she asked,"Do you really want me to put you down? I thought you liked itwhen I picked you up last night. But if you really want me to, Iwill." As the initial shock and embarrassment waned, waves ofdesire again flooded my lower body, and my erection burst intofull bloom, hard and throbbing. And I realized that the sensa-tion of feeling so small and helpless in the arms of this magnif-icent Amazon was what I had always wanted. It was like a screwhad turned within me, changing me. I looked up into her eyes andsaid simply, "No." Her arm tightened about my chest, and she grinned down atme. "In that case," she murmured, "Point me in the right direc-tion and let's go find that secret place of yours." The trees were dense, and there was practically no under-brush, so she had little difficulty carrying me through the woodsas I guided her to a huge grove of high, heavy bushes whichblocked our path. I directed her around the grove to a spotwhere the bushes thinned sufficiently that we could get through,but she had to put me down so I could lead the way to a smallclearing in the middle of the grove. "This is great!" sheexclaimed, and we unfolded the blanket and laid it out on theground. She removed the windbreaker from around her neck,produced a pack of Trojans from its pocket and, with a smile thatseemed suddenly shy, handed the pack to me. "Tom, I--I hope you don't think I do this with every guy Igo out with," she said after a long moment. I moved close to her, ran my hands lightly over her upperarms, marveling at their size and solidity, and looked up intoher eyes. "I could never believe that of you, Lois, " I replied."For me, you're a dream come true." She grinned. "Why? Just because I'm bigger and strongerthan you and like to pick you up and carry you around? That'sall you really know about me." I felt my face getting red again, but the time for pretensewas past. "It's not just that," I said. "You're bright, per-sonable, funny, sexy--everything about you is...well, perfect!" "Besides," I added grinning up at her, "you're obviously verystrong for a girl, but you've yet to prove you're stronger thanme!" She pursed her lips, looking down at me with unconcealedamusement. "Gee," she said softly, "I thought I already had,but, if you want me to, I'd love to prove it again..." Shereached down to grasp both my wrists and raise my hands almostlevel with my shoulders. "Ready?" she asked, and, as I flexed toresist her, slowly, almost casually, forced my hands behind myback, crossed them, and then pressed me against her and held methere while I struggled helplessly against the power of her arms.Bending to lightly kiss the tip of my nose, she whispered, "Yousee? I can do anything I want to with you." Then, seeing thelook of alarm on my face, she added, "Don't worry. I won't hurtyou. I just want to make love to you." Desire was again flooding my loins as she bent me backwardto lay me gently on my back on the blanket and settled down on mystomach, straddling me with her massive thighs and pressing myhands firmly to the ground next to my head. Then, forcing myhands back beyond my head, she crossed my wrists and secured themin the grip of a single hand, her long, powerful fingers almostcompletely encircling both my small wrists. Instinctively, Itried to separate my hands, pulling with all my strength againsther grip, but her fingers were like steel, and after a briefstruggle I gave up and looked helplessly up to see her grinningdown at me. "Trying to get away?" she asked. "Just trying to see if I could." "You can't," she laughed. "Not until I let you." She slid her free hand under me and lifted my upper body offthe ground just far enough that she could slide my polo shirt upmy chest, over my shoulders and then up my outstretched arms,where she released my wrists long enough to remove it completelyand then secured them again. She rolled off me, wrapped hermassive thighs around mine just above my knees and then undid myshorts and slid them and my undershorts down over my thighs,exposing my throbbing erection. "Am--am I big enough?" I asked (I'm not particularly wellendowed). "You're big enough," she whispered hoarsely, her facesuddenly flushed. Releasing me, she rose quickly to her feetand, with almost feverish haste, undid her halter and removed hershorts and panties, dropping them to one side. Straddling myprostrate body with her massive, shapely legs and looming highabove me like a magnificent, naked colossus, she bent down,removed a Trojan from the pack next to me and slipped it over myerect penis, and then rose again to her full height to look downat me as I reached up to tentatively stroke her powerful calves. But, just as quickly, she settled back down next to me and againsecured my wrists and legs as she had before. "No," she whis-pered fiercely, "not yet. I want you helpless while I play withyou first!" Her open mouth crushed down on mine as her free handexplored my body at will, stroking and massaging me intimatelyand sending waves of mingled ecstasy and desire through me untilI thought I would orgasm on the spot. "My God, Lois," I begged, "please! I'm going to explode!" In answer, I felt her hand firmly encase my penis and herthumb press tightly down on its rubber covered tip, and to myamazement, my desire subsided, but only momentarily as her openmouth covered my face and chest with kisses. Suddenly I wasaware of the powerful musk odor of her desire, filling my sensesand rekindling my own. She released me and rolled on top of meto wrap her mighty arms tightly around my neck, pressing my openmouth into the hard nipple of her breast. "Suck me! Hard!" shecommanded, and I did, massaging her other breast with one handand her broad back with the other. Her breath coming in gaspsand her great body shuddering, she moved backward to take meinside her, wrap her legs around my thighs and lock me securelyin place. And, even through the thin rubber of the condom, Ifelt her vaginal muscles tighten around me and massage me as sheworked herself up and down on me, sending new waves of ecstasythrough my body and bringing me again almost the point of orgasm.I tried to move with her, but I was pinned flat by the weight ofher body, and I barely heard her whisper, "No! Lie still! I'lldo that!" "Oh, God, Lois!" I gasped. "I'm so close!" "Don't you dare!" she whispered fiercely. "I'm not there,yet! Think of something else, anything, until I tell you!" I closed my eyes and struggled to distance my mind from thedesire and ecstasy of the moment. It didn't help when she bentforward to wrap one arm around my neck and the other around mychest and press me head hard against her, but somehow I held off.Then I felt her shudder and moan as she reached her first plateauof pleasure, and then a second, and then a third. "Now!" shehissed, and a moment later, as I drove all thoughts from my mindand surrendered myself completely to her embrace, I felt hervaginal muscles erupt around me. Her body stiffened and her armstightened around me like a vice, and the moan that escaped herlips ended in a whine of ecstasy. I closed my eyes, straining to meet her climax. In my mindshe was a giantess, more than twice my size, and I was cradled--no, completely enveloped--in her massive arms, cuddled tightlyagainst her, feeling as tiny and helpless as a baby. I waslooking up at her face, nearly twice as large as life, and heropen mouth, seemingly big enough to devour me whole, descendingto capture mine... She relaxed, and I realized that her climax was over, andthat I had missed it. "Lois, please...don't stop!" I whispered. She looked down at me, and her arms tightened about me once moreas she continued to work me. In my mind they were the arms of agiantess, and as her open mouth crushed down on mine, a surge ofpure ecstasy enveloped my entire body, exploding within me andcarrying me beyond sensation, to heights of pure rapture beyondanything I had ever known, only to subside, leaving me limp andexhausted beneath her, our bodies slippery with the sweat fromour exertions. Her arms were still around me, more gently now, as she slidto one side, keeping one leg over my crotch and thighs. Shelooked down at me fondly, bent her head to kiss me lightly, andmurmured softly, "You were late." I grinned wanly. "I know. Counted a few sheep too many, Iguess, waiting for you." She gave a low laugh. "We're going to have to work on ourtiming," she said. "Was it--was it good for you?" I asked. She hugged me close. "It was wonderful...the best!" shewhispered. "And I know it can get even better. You're the onlyguy--and, honest, there haven't been that many--but you're thefirst who didn't try to fight me for control." She hesitated,looking at me intently. "I have to be in control, Tom. That'sthe only way I can really enjoy making love. I don't know why,that's just the way I am. For me, the ultimate turn on isknowing a guy is completely surrendering himself to me--and lovesit! The way you just did. At least I hope you loved it--as muchas I did." My arms tightened around her. "I hate to admit this, Lois,"I whispered, "but I think you just ruined me for girls my ownsize!" Her open mouth came crushing down on mine, and I felt herhand move from my back to my chest and gently trace a line downmy body to slide under her leg and between my thighs and firmlyencompass my crotch. "I'm glad," she murmured through my partedlips, "because, my little one, for the rest of this summer, youbelong to me!" I could write another, complete story describing the rest of that day. Suffice it to say that when we finally left the grove, I was totally spent. As we emerged from the bushes, I stopped, looking up at her with an unspoken question, and she laughed and reached down to sweep me up in her powerful arms and carry me easily to the car. We saw each other often after that, several times a week, and spent many Sundays in that secluded grove. As she became better known in the town, we, of course, became an item of gossip ("But she's so much bigger than he is, and so strong looking!"), but by that time I didn't care, for she had become my 'universe, and each day I lived only for the next that I could be with her. When the summer finally ended and she had to leave to join her parents overseas, I was destitute. We promised to write, and we did for a while, passionate letters filled with plans, but I think we both knew that we would never see each other again, and we never did. And I knew that I would never find her like again. And I never did. A year later I left to work my way through college andgraduate school--you could do that in those days without goinginto debt. By my late twenties, I had a terrific job and had metand married a marvelous woman who, though far from my physicalideal, could not have been a more wonderful wife and mother. Ilost her to cancer several years ago. I don't think she eversuspected my secret desires--she could never have understood howa man could want to play the passive, "feminine" role in a sexualrelationship--and, although we were devoted to each other and sheseemed content, there was always something more that I felt Ishould have given her, to have made our life together more exciting, but couldn't. I suspect that's partly why I've never remarried. My children are educated and grown, now, and on their own,and I'm enjoying a very comfortable early retirement. I've been very fortunate to have had a rich, full life in many ways, and, though I've often wondered what life would have been like had I married Lois or a woman like her, I've no regrets. And I have something many men do not: the memories of a wonderful summer with the girl of my dreams! What would happen in the unlikely event I were to find awoman like Lois today? Well, if I've learned anything, it's thatone cannot build a relationship on sexual attraction alone, andthat's all Lois and I really had. And, let's face it: at my agecertain basic urges do become somewhat more controllable! At least I think they would be...
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