He releases his grip and staggers back but does not go down. "Thump.unghh" her fist hits the mark eliciting a groan from her male opponent. " I will teach you *umphh* to run your mouth, you little punk!! " she counters and in a flash releases her hold on his hair and levels a punch learned from her boxing class straight into his gut. "You're *grunt* crazy, get out of my house!," he yells. What a sight! The hot mature muscle woman still in her dress struggling with an underwear clad toughguy half her age. Furniture knocks over and chairs are shoved by their bodies during the struggle. They begin grunting and groaning, cursing one another as they swing each other around the home their barefeet thudding on the carpet. She explodes tossing her shoes at him and charging into the guy all common sense gone.she needs to fight! She grabs him by his hair and he, as a reflex, does the same to her as they fall back into his townhouse the front door swinging shut. The young tough's last statement results in Melissa seeing red! She has worked hard at building her body naturally, and she takes that statement as a reflection of all the bad dates she has experienced since packing on her muscles. It sounds like you need to chill out as well and lay off the steroids!" he adds for emphasis. ![]() He glares back, "Look lady, I work two jobs and when I come home I want to park and come inside and chill. I had to walk almost a half-a-block to get to my own home." The young guy focuses his eyes on her as he is waking up, "what are you talking about, there are no assigned spots." "I realize that", Melissa utters raising her voice,"but, our neighbors came to an unwritten agreement, and I hope you will follow that as a good neighbor! Besides, you can park your motorcycle anywhere, just leave the spaces for cars," She adds glaring into his eyes. Melissa composes herself enough to very business-like say, "Listen, I know you are new to the complex, but I have left you notes asking that you not park in my space. "Yeah, what do you want?".he sleepily mutters. She might have found him attractive any other time, but she is mad and needs a focus for her anger. Melissa can tell he is physically active based on his toned physique, but glances quickly at her thick arms confident that she is more muscular even with his clear height advantage. He is barefoot, wearing a tanktop and in boxer briefs, obviously having been asleep. She was mad and wanted to get some energy out, so pounding on a door was it!!Ī tall, lean young guy comes to the door, running his fingers through the mop of disheveled hair on his head. "".she pounded on the door ignoring the obvious doorbell. She slipped off her uncomfortable heels and barefooted up to his door. It was 10:30 pm, but she didn't care! She was going to confront the mystery motorcycle rider. It really was not the parking spot, but more frustration at men and how she felt they seemed to disregard women.particularly muscular women.and how this was another example of someone discounting her. As she parked further down from her place, she began to seethe. "Probably some type of drug dealer," she would grumble to herself. She didn't know what he did for a living. She always missed catching him to talk as he would leave out early and often came in at odd hours of the night. She had left a note on the motorcycle a couple of times asking the rider to please park in front of his own home, but with no success. While the parking spots really were not marked for individual houses, it was sort of an agreement that everyone was allowed to claim the spot in front of his/her townhouse. She pulled onto her street approaching the row of townhouses, and saw her usual parking spot taken over by the same motorcycle that had frequently occupied the space since the next door neighbor first moved in a month ago. This seemed to be the pattern date after date since her muscles became larger and her strength increased. ![]() A middle aged guy who started off completely entranced by her beautiful face, but then gradually watched the muscles flexing in her legs and arms as the night went on and became less and less secure in his own strength. This night was yet another blind date set up by her friends. That is where her body seemed to be getting in the way. She got serious into bodybuilding adding prime muscle to her physique, and she felt better than ever.except when it came to her love life. Her husband had been gone for 4 years now, and after a year of depression and unhealthy eating, she woke up to take a prime interest in her body and being healthy. At 45 years old, she had started a new life after her last son ventured out on his own. Melissa had been on another frustrating date.
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