Muscle in London

Out and about in High Street Kensington today, my female muscle radar picked up these gorgeous, shapely, muscular legs. Trust me when I say she was smoking hot, and she clearly knew it.

She was walking ahead of me and I slowed so as not to go past her. She was quite short, no more than about 5'2" (1.57m), and her ankle boots set off her delicious calves perfectly. Her denim shorts drew attention to her sexy rear, and revealed the backs of her thighs, which were tight without being defined. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

And I wasn't alone. Heads turned as she walked along, male and female. She must have realised how much attention she was getting, but didn't seem at all self-conscious, sashaying her sexy frame among the gawpers, confident in her skin.

Sometimes, when a really sexy woman with some muscle is in my vicinity, what I call 'The Madness' overtakes me. I act solely on impulse, incapable of rational thought, transfixed, hypnotised. My heart races and a feeling of exhilaration courses through me. This was definitely one of those times!

My phone was in my hand, so I discretely tried to take a little video of her. Sad to report that the clip is rubbish, well shaky and all over too quickly, so these screenshots are unfortunately all there is. But at least they give you some idea of her curvy sex appeal.

And suddenly she stopped at a window. I was past her. I thought about going back, but I did have to be somewhere and having done the video I felt a bit creepy. So I continued on my way. I'll be keeping an eye out for her though. If I see her and she's alone like that I will compliment her on her legs and see what happens. I'll be keeping my female muscle radar on maximum when around High Street Ken now for sure.

Hope you enjoy!

ps. If this is your sister, I am truly sorry if I've caused any offence. If it's your girlfriend, you have NO idea how jealous I am right now!

Muscle in London

A beautiful day in London today, and a beautiful evening out by the river in Greenwich was made all that more special by TWO sightings of the same gorgeous muscle babe.

First time was walking out of the market towards the river. She came towards us in a dark blue vest top and tracksuit trousers. I saw her impressive shoulders first, and as I did she took a slug of Lucozade sport, lifting her arm to bring the bottle to her mouth and flexing her shoulder in the process. That really got my attention!

She looked to be in her mid-twenties, and was obviously heavily
into keeping fit. Her delts and arms were much bigger than you see on the average London woman who works out with weights, and although her vest wasn't very low cut, it was low enough for me to glimpse some pec definition just below the bottom of her neck. She radiated an aura of health, strength and confidence. What's more she was at least as tall as me, which is 6 foot 1, or 1.85m. A true amazon!

But it was over too quickly. I only had the chance to do a quick survey of her awesome upper body as she was with a guy and walking fast, and I could hardly just leave my friends and follow her. That all too brief moment of delight was all I was going to get.

Later as I was walking back through the university buildings though, I looked up and realised it was her on the bike coming towards me. Again, alas, she was travelling fast, but I made the most of it. She was gripping the handlebars tight, consequently making her triceps and forearms flex. I dread to think what the expression on my face was as she approached! I was awestruck by this beefy beauty. This time I got a better look at her face, and she was very very cute. Heaven! I watched her as she powered away, my heart, as always, set racing at the sight of a such muscularity on a woman.

I think I'll be spending a few more evenings in Greenwich this summer hoping to get that feeling again!

Muscle in London

I was on my way through North Kensington/Ladbroke Grove area today on St Mark's Road. There's pet shop there called 'Pets and the City' which offers dog-walking services.

If you haven't stopped reading out of principle upon the words 'dog-walking services'...

Anyway, I was going past there and one of the staff was taking two dogs out somewhere, loading them into individual compartments in the back of a van.

First I clocked that she was wearing sports vest - I often find that a woman who wears a sports vest in public is of the more athletic type, so it is always something I look for on the old femuscle radar. And I wasn't disappointed by her shoulders. Not massive by any means, but there was muscle and definition there for sure. She wasn't really tall but she wasn't short either. Maybe 5'5-5'7. Not thin, though she had a lovely slim waist. Her overall shape suggested to me perhaps a gymnastics background, but I reckon she probably still worked out. Or maybe dog-walking is the new pilates?

It's posh round there, just north of the Westway, up past the Latimer Road football pitches there. I'm wondering how much it would set me back to have my dog walked by the buff dog-walker.

Once I BUY a dog that is.

Muscle in London

Killing a bit of time on the South Bank yesterday afternoon, I grabbed a coffee at the Airstream Cafe (silver wagon parked between Gabriel's Wharf and Waterloo Bridge). One of the ladies (I think they are sisters) that serve there has wonderful definition in her arms and shoulders.

And the coffee's top notch.