The premise here is absolutely true, but the match itself is pure fiction created by "Becky" and me. If I noticed a particularly interesting woman while we were out and about, I'd point her out to "Becky". Sometimes she'd ignore me, sometimes she'd give me a dirty look, and sometimes she'd weave the woman into a story for me. This is one of her better efforts.
I’ve developed a bad habit. Lately when Becky and I are out together and I see a woman that I think would be an interesting opponent for her, I nudge her and ask, “Do you think you could take her?” Generally, Becky just gives me one of those “grow up” looks and doesn’t acknowledge my question any further, but occasionally she’ll size up the woman I’ve pointed out and tell me what she thinks. I especially like it when she answers and describes the type of hold that she would win with or lose to, but those times are few and far between so I take notice when they do occur.
The other day we were at the Mall and ended up walking behind a woman who had just come out of one of the stores. She was about 5’ 2-3”, very petite, blonde shoulder-length hair and very nicely dressed in jeans, pullover top, and short ankle boots with 3” heels. She swayed nicely as she walked and I guess the confident manner in the way she moved triggered my interest. I touched Becky on the arm, nodded in her direction, and asked my question, “Do you think you could take her?”
I must have asked too loud because before Becky could answer, the woman stopped and turned around. My embarrassment was immediately compounded when I saw how gorgeous she was; blue eyes, tastefully applied make-up, and a nice set of boobs, probably 34C, that matched her frame perfectly. She looked directly at Becky and softly asked, “Well, do you think you can take me?”
Becky was almost as embarrassed as I was, but she found her wits quicker than I did and replied, “I don’t know, but it might be fun to find out.” The woman smiled slightly and extended her hand to Becky. “Hi, I’m Rhonda and I think it might be fun to find out too. I’m an aerobics instructor at Planet Fitness and my last class finishes at 7:00 tonight so why don’t you meet me there at 7:30.” Becky shook her hand and after only a slight hesitation, told her she’d see her then. As they parted Becky asked, “Is there anything special I should wear?” “Don’t wear anything that you’d regret if it got torn.”, Rhonda advised. Her statement and the ever so sly way she said it set my mind racing thinking about what lay in store.
We arrived at the appointed time and Rhonda cordially greeted us and led us into a medium sized room with thick pads on the floor. “I’m so glad you came”, Rhonda cheerfully exclaimed, “I’ve been looking forward to this all day!” She gestured towards the mats and directed Becky to an area where she could shed her outer garments and get ready.
“Do you need to do some stretching exercises to warm up before we begin? Go ahead, but don’t overdo; I guarantee you’re going to get a helluva workout.” Becky shed her warm-up suit revealing that she was wearing an old, but one of my favorite string bikinis that looked like a strong puff of wind would make it fall off. Becky noticed my puzzled look, shrugged, and whispered, “I’d rather it become untied than torn.” Rhonda was also wearing a bikini that had an interesting cutout type design. It had the framework of a normal bra and panties, but there was only a thin strip of material covering her nipples and pussy. It perfectly accentuated her body and demonstrated she wasn’t reluctant to display it. The effect of both women’s outfits kicked my pulse rate up another notch in anticipation of what was to come.
After a few minutes Becky nodded to Rhonda and both girls met in the center of the room. They stared at each other for a minute and Rhonda smiled sweetly before turning slightly away and exclaiming, “Oh! I forgot to tell you!” She suddenly pivoted back and buried her fist in Becky’s stomach just below her navel. “This match is on!”, she shouted. Becky was caught completely by surprise and doubled over clutching her stomach. Rhonda moved quickly, grabbed Becky’s hair and pulled her into a skull-crushing headlock. Becky’s brain barely registered these new pain sensations before Rhonda executed a textbook hip toss that sent them both crashing to the mat with Rhonda’s full weight across Becky’s chest.
Becky lay stunned and unmoving as Rhonda smoothly straddled her stomach, leaned forward, and began rubbing and caressing Becky’s boobs. Rhonda’s eyebrows arched and she half-whispered to herself, “Well, how about that. I was sure they were fake.” Rhonda was clearly aroused and so engrossed in stroking Becky’s breasts and concentrating on her swelling nipples that she failed to notice that the rest of Becky’s body was stirring beneath her.
With an explosive effort Becky thrust her pelvis upward and launched Rhonda headlong off her. Rhonda was quick to rise and turn to face her foe as Becky rolled over and struggled to get up on her knees. Rhonda wasted no time in once again targeting Becky’s head by placing her in a standing head-scissors. Rhonda bent over and placed her hands on Becky’s hips to maintain her balance which afforded her an excellent view of Becky’s butt and without hesitation she reached down and tugged at Becky’s bottoms giving her a wedgie. Then with a devilish grin, Rhonda untied Becky’s bottoms, peeled it off, and spanked her left butt check so hard it left a perfect handprint.
The pain and embarrassment had a galvanizing effect on Becky and she reared up launching Rhonda high into the air where she came crashing down on her shoulders and neck. Rhonda was momentarily stunned, but managed to rise quickly enough to stop a rushing Becky with a vicious roundhouse kick to her stomach.
Becky collapsed again clutching her battered stomach and Rhonda rolled her onto her back, executed a snug reverse face sit by firmly planting her shapely butt on Becky’s face, thrust her hands under her top, and resumed massaging Becky’s boobs. “Oh, these really are nice”, Rhonda cooed. “We MUST get better aquatinted”, she remarked as she tweaked Becky’s hardening nipples. “I’m really glad you chose to wear a bikini. It’s made things so much easier!”, she exclaimed as she tightened her grip on Becky’s boobs eliciting a howl of protest from her weakening victim. “Ooooo, I didn’t understand what you said, but it felt sooo good”, Rhonda said as she humped Becky’s face and repeatedly mauled her boobs. Becky finally triggered an explosive orgasm when she started tracing circles along the sides of Rhonda’s suit-clad pussy with her tongue.
Rhonda collapsed full length onto Becky and lay panting with her head resting on Becky’s right thigh, but only paused for a moment before rolling onto her side and locking Becky’s head firmly between her thighs. She crossed her ankles and began crushing what little resistance Becky had left and smiled as Becky’s free hand seemed to stroke the corded muscles of her thigh desperately trying to relieve the pressure.
Becky’s struggles grew weaker by the moment and a low moan from her told Rhonda the end was near. She decided it was time to end the encounter with a flourish so she deftly inserted two fingers into Becky’s moist, hot pussy. Rhonda skillfully brought her opponent to a shuddering, squirting climax in short order and achieved another intense orgasm of her own in the process. Unfortunately for Becky, as Rhonda’s second orgasm peaked, her whole body stiffened increasing the pressure on Becky’s head rendering her unconscious.
Satiated, Rhonda released her latest victim and both women lay panting on the mat. When Becky finally began to stir, Rhonda stood up and helped Becky to her feet. Becky was surprised when Rhonda embraced her warmly and thanked her for the great “workout”. “You know Becky,” Rhonda proposed, “You could sign up for my class and we could try this again after a few weeks.” Becky arched an eyebrow and wryly answered, “That’s a helluva marketing approach you have. I’ll give it some thought and get back to you.”
