We met on a blind date at a local sports bar. Tina, one of my co-workers, set it up. Her name is Cindy and she is cute and tiny, about 5 -- 1 or 5 -2 tops. Very cute, in fact, and confident. She smiled and reached out for a handshake. Wow, very firm. I think I winced and I saw her smile just then. We chatted for a while; she told me about her job at the gym, the one Tina goes to. She mainly works the counter, greeting members and mixing-up protein shakes. I wondered what she might think of me; I'm 5 -10 and thin, in shape but not really muscular. During dinner, her sleeve rode up on her arm and I caught a glimpse of her bicep; it looked very plump and hard. I remember thinking that it looked as big as or bigger than mine. I looked back a couple of times and she noticed. Smiling, she flexed it and it really bulged into a rock-hard peak. She said that she works out quite a bit, especially at the end of her shift when she closes up. She asked to see mine so I flexed for her. She said "it's cute, but I think mine might be bigger," the whole time smiling and looking me in the eyes. I was a little embarrassed and I didn't know what to say at first. I said something about her looking pretty strong for a girl. She perked-up, hearing that, and put her elbow on the table and offered her hand. . . "Come on," she said, challenging me. At that point I was nervous and was looking for the exits. . . I was worried that she would beat me and I would be embarrassed. I couldn't talk my way out of it, so took her hand. She grasped my hand so tightly, and then told me to tell her when I was ready. "Go" I said, just before her arm tightened and started tipping mine. She eased a little and I tried to move her arm back. I was pouring it on, and she didn't budge. She must have recognized when I realized I had no chance, because she smiled and asked "enough?" She pushed mine down in one motion and held it to the table. "Thank you for that," she said. I asked if she wanted to get going. She must have known how I felt, but I had no idea. "I'd like to go, but let's stop for a drink; my treat," she said. We went into a lounge that was across the street from the beach, we slid into a booth, and she ordered two margaritas. She didn't even ask what I wanted, but I wasn't going to say anything. When the waitress left us, Cindy slid real close to me and knelt up on the seat, facing me and looking down into my eyes. "That felt so sexy when I pinned you," she whispered as she started kissing me. She was wild and was all over me; kissing and licking my lips . . . her lips and tongue were having their way with me. She stopped just in time for the waitress to bring our drinks. Cindy took a big sip and asked the waitress to bring two more in a few minutes. They were good and very strong; I told Cindy they were just like her "sweet and strong." We finished the drinks and walked over to the beach. It was a nice with a warm breeze. The moon was full and it was bright, giving off plenty of light as we walked. We sat on the sand and she started kissing me again. She asked how I felt during our arm wrestling; right "when I knew she had me." "Pretty embarrassed," I said, "but mostly helpless." "I knew there was nothing I could do to keep you from beating me." "How would you like to feel that again?" she asked as she rose to her knees and moved right against me. "We can wrestle here right now," she taunted. I didn't want to take her on, I knew she'd win -- even though she's so tiny and I'm so tall. I made up a lame excuse about having too much to drink. I'm sure she knew I was afraid. She started kissing me again and her hands were all over me. I was hard as a rock and she moved her hand over my cock, feeling it through my jeans. I'm pretty small and I'm sure she knew that by then, it didn't slow her down though. She pushed me down and straddled my legs. Before I knew it, she had unzipped me and had my hard cock in her little hand; holding it firmly and rubbing her thumb along the very tip, "Ooh, it's a cute little one - I love it," she said as she made me cum in about 30 seconds. "That was too easy; we need to work on that," she said as we got up. We walked back to our cars and Cindy kissed me goodnight, then told me to call her. We got in our cars and drove off. I kept thinking about the date, how she is calling the shots . . . how she easily pinned me in arm wrestling and I knew she would easily beat me if we ever had a fight. I also thought about how easily she had her way with me; holding me down and playing with my cock. I couldn't believe how fast I came; that's never happened before . . . really. I didn't call her the next day; I didn't want to seem desperate. The next two days were so busy; I didn't have a chance to call. She called me that Thursday night: "You're not blowing me off, are you?" she said, in a teasing voice. "N-no Cindy, it's just been crazy this week. . . I was going to call you" "Good, I'm free tomorrow night and there's a carnival in town. . . I think it could be fun . . . do you wannna' go with me?" she asked. "Yes, that'll be great" I said, thinking a public date might be better. "Good, I'll pick you up at 7" she said, then mentioned that a couple of her friends were going too.