THE WRESTLERS (Chapters 1-2)
Chapter 1
Dawn McDonald was a sight to behold. I watched her from behind the dumbbell rack. She was really sweating it out that morning. All by herself. It was 5 am and it was only Dawn and me in the gym.
Dawn was barefoot. She was in a skimpy two-piece gym outfit. She was sweating profusely. There was sweat across her back. Her thongs were covered with her crotch sweat.
I have been a fan of Dawn and her wrestling videos since I discovered her on the internet. I liked how sweaty she got in nearly all her wrestling videos. I had made some enquiries about Dawn among a few people in the women’s wrestling video industry about Dawn. They had told me that a lot of other female wrestlers did not like wrestling Dawn because of how sweaty she got during bouts. Dawn would be sweating profusely a mere five minutes into nearly all her wrestling bouts. This was a big turn-off for many of the other female wrestlers.
What a punch of pussies those females were, I thought as I watched Dawn perform burpees. To be covered in Dawn’s sweat while wrestling her was more important than being sprinkled with the holy water for me.
Apart from the fact that I had a sweat fetish, I liked Dawn because she was the same body type as me.
My name is April Dawson.
I am a short woman. But not a small woman. As I stood gazing at Dawn sweating it out, I also checked out my voluptuous figure in the mirror near the dumbbell rack. I wore a two-piece gym outfit just like Dawn. The tight thongs really drew attention to my thick thighs and calves.
I would say my well worked and firm boobs were the highlight of my voluptuous figure.
There was a thin film of sweat across my boobs. Like Dawn, I am a sweaty girl.
I turned my attention towards Dawn again. My heartbeat as I ogled at this beautiful sweating woman. Her curly blonde hair went well with her short voluptuous figure.
My breasts heaved as I stepped out from behind the dumbbell rack. Dawn was too immersed in her workout to notice me.
I began to walk towards where she was working out with her back turned towards me. Dawn saw me walking towards her in the gym mirror in front of her and turned around towards me.
“April Dawson”, I said and extended my hand towards Dawn, suppressing an urge to gulp.
I realized my nipples were erect as I looked into Dawn’s sweat drenched face. The expression on her face was serious.
She was still panting from the burpees and her large breasts rose up and down as she tried to catch her breath.
“Dawn McDonald”, she said, extending her hand towards me, her serious face breaking into the slightest of smiles. Dawn was a tough woman.
She took my hand in hers. The palm of my hand became covered with the sweat on her hand palm. Her handshake was firm. I shivered a bit at her touch. I had been waiting for this day for ages.
She disentangled her hand from mine and took a step backwards and placed her hands on her hips as if she was asking, what now or what do you want.
Her boobs protruded against her tight sleeveless vest as she placed her hands on her hips. She regarded me with a serious expression on her face.
“I am a big fan of yours, Dawn”, I said, pushing my boobs up into the air. I saw Dawn’s eyes check out my sweaty boobs for the briefest of moments.
“Uh huh”, said Dawn, not looking too impressed at being interrupted during her workout.
“I own the video cassettes of all your videos. Everything you ever did for Tough Girl productions. Your bout with Charlene Rink is a personal favorite of mine”, I said excitedly.
Dawn and Charlene had wrestled topless in a closed basement in one of the sweatiest wrestling videos of all time. It was a favorite among the wrestling fans with a sweat fetish.
“Oh yeah?”, said Dawn, still glaring at me.
Our eyes met. Dawn’s glare was piercing. But I held her stare and refused to look away.
“I was wondering if you would be willing to wrestle me”, I almost blurted out to Dawn.
“Oh”, she said, looking at me quizzically.
“Ever since I saw your videos, I have always wanted to wrestle you, Dawn”, I said, hoping I did not sound like a dumb fan.
“You wanna wrestle me, huh”, said Dawn.
“Yeah”, I said, confidently.
Dawn looked me over from top to bottom. I did a little pose for her, pushing my breast up again, showing my eagerness to wrestle her.
“I am kinda halfway into my workout. Also, you’re kind of a stranger. I mean ….. I hardly know you, lady”, said Dawn in a polite tone tinged with a hint of firmness. Her hands continued to be on her hips.
“I noticed you’re all hot and sweaty. I should have approached you earlier. But I would really appreciate it if you would step onto the mat with me and the two of us could go toe to toe”, I said, coolly.
Dawn glared at me. She looked a bit irritated. I checked out her gleaming shoulders and her sweat drenched vest.
“Like I said, I hardly know you”, said Dawn with a hint of finality in her tone.
“Are you scared of me?”, I said, pushing my breasts up at her again. Her eyes fell down to my boobs once again. This time, I could tell she was gazing at my breasts. She looked impressed by my rack.
“Scared of you? Why would I be scared of you, lady?”, asked Dawn, a bit annoyed. But her eyes kept going over my boobs. My boobs had caught her attention allright.
“Well, if you’re not scared of me, why don’t we both step onto the mat and go toe to toe?”, I asked her in a mocking tone.
“Damn! You’re one persistent bitch, aren’t you?”, asked Dawn in a really annoyed tone. Even she pushed up her breasts at me.
I felt a drop of sweat fall off my chin and onto my boobs.
“I really want to test my strength against yours. Pit my body against yours”, I said, feistily.
We glared at each other. Despite my outwardly cool and bitchy demeanor, my heart was beating fast.
“Ha! OK lady, I will wrestle you. Now take off your damn shoes and let us settle it like two women allright”, said Dawn.
Her breasts were really heaving now.
I took off my shoes quickly and looked into Dawn’s sweat drenched face, meeting her eyes.
“This gym has no wrestling ring, so you want to wrestle right here right now?”, asked Dawn. She sounded eager now. I guessed that I had impressed her with my boldness. And also, the size of my boobs. And maybe my sweat. I always suspected Dawn McDonald also harbored a sweat fetish like I did. Why else would she get sweaty in every single video of hers?
“Yes. Let’s settle it right here” I said, feeling my nipples turn erect as I uttered the words.
“You wanna take off your shoes?”, asked Dawn, looking down at my sneakers.
I took them off and placed it under the leg extension machine. I looked around the gym. Nobody else was in yet.
I turned back towards Dawn, and she eyed me with a hint of hostility.
Chapter 2
There was no music in the gym at this early hour. Total silence except for the low hum of the air conditioner. Nobody to watch over us. Just me and Dawn McDonald.
Dawn moved to the center of the open space on either side of which were the different machines, the dumbbell, kettlebell and barbell racks.
Dawn was watching me closely, not taking her eyes off mine. I held Dawn’s stare as I followed her to the center of the open space in the gym.
She took her hands off her hips and raised them towards me. I had seen hundreds of Dawn McDonald videos and knew how Dawn liked to start a wrestling bout.
I raised my hands towards her, and she took a step forward and we interlocked fingers. A bolt of electricity surged through the whole of my body as we entwined fingers. I think Dawn noticed the overwhelmed and aroused expression on my face because I saw her sweaty face break into the slightest of smiles.
I was not allowed much time to enjoy the interlocking of my fingers with Dawn’s because she began to push with her hands, and I was forced to respond by pushing back.
Our fingers became so tightly entwined as we struggled against each other, it was almost as if they were welded together.
Dawn’s palms and the crevices of her fingers were sweaty, and her sweat seemed to glue our fingers together.
I gulped and struggled with sexual arousal even as we fought each other.
Our arms were raised as we struggled with our interlocked fingers.
I saw the thick hair growth in Dawn’s armpits. I could smell her body aroma now as we struggled. Dawn’s sweaty aroma distracted me, and she was able to push me and make me take a step backwards.
Dawn advanced on me, our interlocked fingers disentangled, and I felt her sweaty arm lock over the back of my neck, and I could not believe it, but my face was buried in Dawn’s hairy armpit.
I lost my balance and fell backwards, and Dawn fell down with me, onto the soft rubber mat of the gym, without relaxing the grip around my neck.
Now my face was buried deep in her armpit and I sniffed eagerly at Dawn’s sweaty armpits.
I felt Dawn tighten the grip around my neck and now my nose and face was lodged firmly in her armpit. I was utterly immobilized as I surrendered to Dawn’s sweaty aroma.
“Do you give up?”, I heard Dawn ask me.
I tried to pull at her arms with my hand but as I said, I was completely enamored by the aroma of Dawn’s hairy armpit and was struggling half-heartedly as my face continued to be buried in her armpit which was sweating profusely. The hair in her armpit rubbed across my eyes, nose and cheeks.
My face was drenched with Dawn’s armpit sweat and I was enjoying the hell out of it. I did not ever want Dawn to let go of me. I wanted my face to be buried in her armpit and smell her sweat for the rest of my life.
“Say I give up”, said Dawn aggressively.
After reveling in her sweaty hairy armpit for a few more heavenly moments I grunted out “I give up”.
I felt her grip around my neck relaxing and I was able to extricate my face from her armpit.
Dawn was up on her feet in a moment, with a big grin on her face.
“Have you had enough?”, she asked, in a taunting voice.
I jumped up onto the gym floor and struggled to regain my breath. I was desperately excited.
Dawn’s armpit sweat had mixed with the sweat on my face. I felt like Dawn and I were irretrievably united now.
Dawn continued to grin at me, I just looked at her, glaring a little.
“Oooh! Looks like you got some of my armpit hair on your face”, said Dawn, stepping towards me.
She placed a couple of fingers on my sweaty cheek and pulled a bit of her armpit hair off my face.
She held the strand of long hair in her hand.
“Ha”, she almost shouted into my face, taunting me again.
She threw the strand of hair away.
“So ….. have you had enough?”, she asked me challengingly.
No, I want to sniff more of your sweaty aroma and bathe in your sweat, Dawn McDonald, I almost blurted out but contained myself at the last moment.
“Let’s do one more round and see how It goes. I think I can kick your ass”, I told her.
“Well, you’re one persistent woman”, said Dawn and she crouched down immediately.