[kamafight666]

TRAIN HEAT (Chapters 1-2)

Chapter 1

I  always take a sniff of my armpit before stepping out of the house. Yeah, I am a really sweaty girl. Not like my armpits smell rancid or anything. But there are usually large patches of sweat under my armpits and on my face and across my boobs by the time I get out of the train to enter the lawyer’s firm where I work. I work as an intern over there. My boss has often commented on my excessive sweating, but I think she likes my body aroma because I have sensed her sniffing deeply when she is around me.

I live in Texas, the hottest state in the USA. Del Rio to be exact.

I was on the train one morning, going downtown where my office is located. The train was crowded as usual. People standing ass to ass and crotch to crotch. It was hot with all the human bodies generating so much heat and I was sticky and sweaty. I could feel my shirt stick to my boobs. I could feel the sweat dripping around in my groin and into my vagina.

I had found a seat that morning and I was reading a Don DeLillo novel. A really big book about the Kennedy assassination on which I could not concentrate. So, I was looking around, watching the passengers when I saw the woman.
She looked around my age, which was 31. A pretty lady but the thing that really attracted her to me was the fact that she was all sweaty. She had on an office interns dress like me – a real short black skirt that showed off her plump legs and a tight white shirt against which her ample boobs protruded.

But most importantly, there were large patches of sweat under both her armpits. There was sweat on her shoulders as well and I could see the bra straps through the tight shirt.

I just couldn’t stop looking at this sweaty woman. She was around five feet away from me, standing close to the aisle of seats that were opposite to the seat I was on.

The girl looked a bit tired, and she wiped the sweat off her forehead as I watched her. Maybe she felt my eyes on her because she glanced towards me, met my eyes, held the stare for a brief moment before looking away.

I kept staring at her. Staring at her sweaty face, her sweaty armpits and the bra straps that were visible because she was all sweaty. I took a look at her legs and sure enough, there was sweat over her lower thighs and her calves.
I was quite taken in by this sweaty young lady and I kept staring at her. She looked at me once again and this time, she held my stare for a few moments before looking away. But I kept staring at her and I felt her take another peek at me before looking away.

The woman was now aware that I was watching her, and I could see her get all self-conscious and uncomfortable. I kept my eyes trained on her, watching her sweat. I got a real kick out of it mostly due to the fact that it was nice to look at another woman who sweated as much as I did. And this woman was pretty too, and her boobs were enormous.

The next time she looked at me, she held the stare. Our eyes met and the woman did not look away. She kept looking at me accusingly. I kept looking right back at her.

I wiped the sweat off my forehead and cheeks and the space between my nose and mouth with the back of my hand. It was probably a dumb thing to do but I guess I did it to signal some kind of solidarity to this woman.

I also pulled at my sweaty shirt and pretended to blow some air through the top buttons to show that I was as hot and sweaty as she was.

I guess I was trying to tell her that we are two sweaty bitches, and that being sweaty was kind of sexy.

The look of anger and annoyance vanished from the woman’s face, and we just kept looking at each other. I saw the woman move her eyes up and down my body, taking in my sweaty countenance perhaps. I think it dawned on her that I was as sweaty as she was and that was why I kept staring at her.

Neither one of us looked away. We just kept staring at each other.

Then the woman also pulled at her shirt and acted like she was blowing air into her shirt like I had done a moment ago. Then she also wiped her sweaty forehead with the back of her hand like I had done.

She did not break our mutual stare as she showed off her sweaty countenance to me. It was clear to me that she had pulled at her shirt and wiped her face to show off to me that she was as sweaty as I was.

I felt my nipples turn erect as I kept looking at the woman and she kept looking at me.

Then a soft voice announced that the train had reached downtown. Damn!

I got off my seat quickly. I had to pass close to the woman to reach the train door. As I walked past her, I continued to look at her and she at me and when I reached her, she turned towards me, sticking her breasts up towards me and our breasts were inches apart.

She looked at me with the utmost longing and I hoped I looked at her the same way.

I got off the train and turned around and the woman was watching me. She once again pulled at her sweaty shirt and wiped her forehead.

She was doing it for me. I returned the gesture, pulling at my own sweaty shirt and wiping the sweat off my forehead.

The train began to move forward, and I almost ran after it but stopped myself at the last moment. The woman was looking at me and I at her as the train moved away.

I let out a sigh and walked to the lawyer’s office. I was distracted throughout the day, my nipples were erect and there was an itch in my pussy, and I found it hard to work.

I had finally come across another woman who was as sweaty as I was. I felt a strange connection to the woman in the train.

Chapter 2

I was all hot and sweaty when I boarded the train the next morning. It was crowded as usual and this polite young man with glasses insisted on vacating his seat for me. But I refused. I did not want to sit because I was waiting for that woman to board. I was pretty sure she boarded the train a few stations after mine. 

She did not get in at the next station. I was looking for her intently. What if she had boarded another compartment? Also, what was I hoping for? That we would date each other or fuck each other or something?

The train slowed down at another station, and I looked out of the window for her. The sweaty woman from yesterday. A bunch of people piled in but none of them was her. I cursed under my breath.

I began to wonder whether I would ever see her again. The moment which we had shared yesterday was entirely my imagination, I thought desolately. That woman did not give a shit about me.

I let out a sigh and looked ahead of me and there she was. I couldn’t believe it. She was standing near the seat on which I had sat yesterday. She was also looking around her but had not seen me.

I felt my nipples throb with tumescence. I felt the slightest of tremors in my pussy.
 
I could not control myself any longer. I slowly waded through the crowd towards the woman. I could see the back of her neck as I moved towards her. It was covered with sweat.

My heart was thumbing as I waded through the crowd of humanity towards the sweaty woman.

The back of her shirt was also drenched with sweat, and I saw her black bra straps. I moved in beside her and glanced sideways at her.

She saw me immediately and turned towards me. I turned towards her. We faced each other.

I noticed that her face was sweaty, and she was looking at me awkwardly, as if she was uncertain about where our brief relationship was headed. I am sure the expression on my face was also awkward and uncertain.

We gazed uncertainly at each other. I saw her looking sideways to see if anyone else was watching us. The train was crowded but nobody was paying us no mind. And even if they did, I was too sexually aroused to care.

I smiled hesitantly at her, and she responded with the slightest of smiles herself.

I wiped the sweat off my forehead like I had done yesterday. A moment later she also wiped the sweat off her forehead.

I eyed the wet patches near her armpits and her eyes fell down to my sweaty armpits too.

I took a step towards her and a moment later she also took a step towards me.

My nipples were erect now.

I could smell her. Smell the woman. The very slightest of sweaty smells. Not pungent or acrid. But the aroma of a sweaty woman. It was both pleasant and sexy at the same time.

I noticed that she was also inhaling deeply, indicating that she was trying to smell my sweat too. I did not know if she liked me smell or not. But the smile on her face told me that she was not repelled by my body aroma.

The train halted at the next stop and a large number of people piled in and I felt someone push me from behind and I had to step closer to the sweaty woman and now we were inches apart.

As the new arrivals adjusted themselves in the crowded train, I felt myself being pushed closer to the woman.

Her lips creased into a naughty smile on her face as she saw me getting pushed towards her.

Now a bunch of people piled in behind her through another door and pushed her from behind. She lost her balance. I do not know whether it was accidental, or she did it on purpose, but she fell forward toward me.

Her boobs met my boobs for an instant. She tried to half-heartedly extricate herself from me, but I snaked an arm around her and held her close to me.

Her face broke into a surprised smile.

I could really smell her now. The sexy smell of sweat emanated off her body. I could smell her all day.

Her sweaty face was inches away from my sweaty face.

Her boobs were plastered against my boobs as the crowds behind us, drove us into each other’s arms.

A moment later, I felt the woman also snake her arm around me and pull me towards her.

I looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but everyone was struggling against each other, fighting for space, piles of human bodies, plastered together. Nobody had noticed what me and the woman were doing.

I looked into her sweaty pasty face. My nipples were now throbbing with lust.

Our knees rubbed against each other.

Her face was flushed red and covered with sweat. I wanted to plant a kiss on her lips and lick the sweat off her face right then and there. The woman looked as sexually aroused as I was.

Our boobs heaved against each other almost as if we were involved in a titfight or something. I have never pitted my breasts against another woman’s breasts, though I have watched a few titfight videos. I must say the feeling of her breasts jostling against mine was tremendous.

The train halted at another station and more humans piled in.

Mine and the sweaty woman’s body were almost glued together by the crowd around us. Time stood still for me as I reveled in her body aroma and she in mine.

I could contain myself no longer and I somehow managed to extricate my arm from the crowd around me and I wiped her sweaty forehead with my hand and then I moved the hand to her cheek and wiped the sweat off it with the back of my hand.

The woman let out a low gasp and she pummeled her breasts into mine. Even our stomachs and crotches were plastered against each other now.

I raised my hand above me to hold on to one of the chain holds above me. The woman matched my move and now our sweaty armpits were opened, and we could really smell each other.

The woman raised her hand to my face and wiped off the sweat on my forehead, my cheek and even the thin film of sweat above my lips. I let out a muffled gasp at her touch.

Then she went one step further.

She wiped her own face with the hand with which she had wiped my face.

We breathed into each other’s faces. Her face was wanton with lust. There was open sex and lust between us now.

I raised my hand towards her neck and ran my hands across the length of her sweaty neck down to her shoulders quickly. She let out a little moan at my touch.

I licked the hand with which I had wiped the sweat off her neck and shoulder.

I waited for her to do the same.

But the train halted at the next station right then and a substantial portion of the crowd flooded out of the train when the doors opened.

The woman and I were unglued from each other as the people behind us exited the train and it became less crowded.

I suddenly realized that the train was just one station away from mine. Now the woman and I stood a couple of feet apart. I longed for our bodies to be in contact. Even the woman looked disappointed at us being separated.

The train was on its way again.

It would reach my station in less than two minutes. What was I supposed to do now. Should I ask her name? A phone number?

We gazed longingly at each other, both of us uncertain about what to do next.

I sensed that she was a shy woman just like me. Maybe the fact that she was sweaty made it hard for her to make friends because her sweatiness repelled other people.

But not me.

I was as sweaty as she was, and I felt like she was my comrade or something.

I waited for her to say or do something as we stood a couple of feet apart. She also seemed to be waiting for me to say or do something.

Then I felt the train slowing down. The train had reached downtown Del Rio, the station where I had to get off.

I looked into her sweaty face.

I looked down at her sweat drenched shirt.

It was time for us to separate. As I moved towards the exit, the woman began to follow me.

I smiled in encouragement.

Would she dare to get off at my station? The door opened and I stepped out. She also stood at the doorstep. I waited for her.

But she did not get down and the automatic door closed slowly, separating us.

She placed a hand on the glass door.

I placed my hand on the glass door exactly where she placed her hand.

We looked at each other with the most furious sexual longing.

If only I had some supernatural power to break the glass down.

I regretted getting off at my train station.

The train began to move away and a few seconds later, the train was gone, with her looking at me through the door window.

I suddenly felt a pang. I wished I was inside the train with her. Maybe we could have gotten off together and booked ourselves into some hotel and jumped into bed naked and indulged in some intense sweaty sex.

Alas, it was not to be.

I did not even have her name.

[kamafight666]

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.

[kamafight666]

THE ROOM MATES (Chapters 1-2)

Chapter 1

Her new roommate Nettie was a real pain in the ass as far as Lettie was concerned.

The main thing was that Lettie was a bit of a loner who liked to curl up in bed with a book after work and maybe sip brandy and go to sleep. She liked peace and quiet. All she wanted was some peace and quiet after a long day at the library. She had worked at the local library in Jasper, Arkansas for nearly three years now.

Nettie was a real country girl from some hick town in Texas.

Nettie worked as a waitress in a diner in town. She didn’t read no damn books. But she drank brandy all right. Nettie liked to sip on Lettie’s brandy. But she never bought a bottle since the two women had begun to live together as roommates.

Nettie left her clothes including her used waitress uniform on the bed she shared with Lettie despite Lettie warning her many times that used clothes should not be left on the bed.

Nettie liked to play country music on her radio when they slept in the night.

Lettie had objected to the music, but Nettie had convinced her that this was the only way she could go to sleep. Lettie had relented.

They would go to sleep on the same bed, laying side by side listening to Dolly Parton and Loretta Lynn. This meant that Lettie couldn’t read a book once Nettie arrived in their shared room because she liked to have the music on when she bathed and while she talked with Lettie and also when they went to bed together.

Nettie had taken over. Inflicted her dominance in their relationship as roommates.

Lettie had no other choice because rents in Jasper were sky high and she desperately needed a roommate to split the rent with.

Nettie chewed gum all the damn time which irked Lettie no end.  Their shared room smelled of chewing gum all the time.

But there was one thing which Lettie liked about Nettie.

Her body odor or rather her aroma. The smell of Nettie’s body, especially the smell of her sweat excited Lettie no end.

Lettie liked Nettie’s body aroma so much that she had considered aggressively plunging her face into Nettie’s armpit and taking a sniff when Lettie slept beside her.

Nettie wore a pleasant perfume before she left for work, but she would have a distinctive smell of sweat lingering around her when she came in every evening after work. The days’ work and exertions made Nettie’s distinctive body aroma stifle the perfume she had used on her armpits in the morning.

Nettie’s sweaty smell was not offensive in any way.

Sometimes, Lettie wondered whether Nettie bathed every day. She didn’t think so. Maybe she just washed her armpits and pussy and put on her waitress uniform and went to work.

Yes, Nettie was a real pain in the ass. But Lettie liked having her around. She was the chatty sort.

Even though Lettie hated to admit it, she was becoming increasingly attracted to Nettie in a sexual way. Nettie was married. She had a husband who got drunk and beat her up in the hick town she was from. Which is why she moved to Jasper.

Lettie on the other hand had been single for nearly five years now.

A day before July 4th, the start of the Independence Day weekend, Lettie lay in bed trying to read Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy.

But she was actually waiting for Nettie to turn up. McCarthy’s tough prose and long sentences were hard to focus on.

Nettie had agreed to spend the Independence Day weekend with her.

It was 8 pm, which was the time Nettie usually came back from work. Lettie closed the book and got off the bed. She began to make a couple of brandy and sodas with ice when heard the front door open.
 
“Howdie”, she heard Nettie call out to her.

Lettie felt her nipples harden when she heard Nettie’s throaty voice.

When Nettie opened the door to their room, Lettie was ready with their drinks, and she immediately handed an ice cold brandy and soda over to Nettie.

“Damn, woman. You really mean business for this Independence Day weekend huh”, said Nettie, grabbing the drink with glee.

“I figured you would be tired after work and could use a drink”, said Lettie, glad to have Nettie beside her. Cormac McCarthy could wait. 

Lettie’s gaze fell down to Nettie’s blue sweat drenched waitress shirt which had large sweaty patches under the armpit. Nettie was one sweaty girl allright.

“You figured right, woman”, said Nettie and gulped down half of the brandy and soda.

Lettie looked at the sweat on Nettie’s hair and on her neck. Lettie figured Nettie’s breasts would also be covered with sweat.

“What you lookin at Lettie?”, asked Nettie, a naughty expression on her face.

“Oh! Nothin Nettie”, said Lettie and took a sip of the brandy and soda.

Their eyes met briefly but Lettie refused to meet Nettie’s eyes.

“You find me attractive, Lettie?”, asked Nettie, in a naughty tone, a wanton smile on her face.

“I ….. uh ….. you’re making me uncomfortable Nettie”, said Lettie awkwardly.

“I sure find you attractive, Lettie. You’re one hot chick”, said Nettie, winking at her.

She placed the cold glass on her forehead as she spoke. Her face was also drenched with sweat.

“Nettiieee”, said Lettie, in an admonishing tone. But she felt her nipples turn hard again.

“It sure is hot in this room”, said Nettie, ignoring Lettie’s shocked response. She took her shirt off and threw it onto the bed which they shared.

There was a sheen of sweat across the flesh of her breasts that were not covered by the light blue cotton brassiere.

Lettie could not help but gaze longingly at Nettie’s sweat drenched breasts.

Nettie gulped down the rest of her drink and placed the glass on the teapoy beside the bed. Then she turned back towards Lettie and thrust her breasts out at her, her eyes smiling, her face flushed with sex.

“Allright Lettie. Let me go wash all this sweat and grime off my body”, said Nettie, the wanton look still adorning her face.

“OK Nettie”, said Lettie, trying to hide a gulp.

“We’ll discuss our Independence Day plans after I take a bath, Lettie”, said Nettie walking over to the bathroom door.

“Sure”, said Lettie, utterly mesmerized.

As soon as she heard Nettie lock the bathroom door from inside Lettie took Nettie’s waitress shirt off the bed and plunged her face into it, especially the wet patches around Nettie’s armpit.

Chapter 2

They went to bed early that night.

Nettie smelled of soap as she lay beside Lettie. But Lettie knew she would soon start sweating and emanating her seductive body aroma.

The bed was a large one, with enough space for both women.

The lights were turned off. Lettie’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness.

“So, what are we going to do tomorrow?”, asked Nettie.

“We could go to the Independence Day parade in town. Then catch some lunch and then walk down to the river and do some fishing in the afternoon”, said Lettie quickly.

Nettie’s arms were placed above her head on the pillow. Lettie could see the thin tufts of Nettie’s armpit hair in the darkness. She stared longingly at it. She wanted to give it a quick little sniff and then a lick.

If Nettie’s sweat smelled good, it probably tasted good too, thought Lettie as she gazed longingly at Nettie’s armpits.

“How long are we gonna be here, Lettie?”, asked Nettie in a low voice.

“Huh?”, asked Lettie, still gazing at Nettie’s armpit.

“You and me. How long are we going to live together like this?”, asked Nettie, her voice brimming with consternation.

“I don’t know Nettie”, said Lettie. She felt her nipples grow erect again.

“Both of us are close to thirty. I am married. You don’t even have a boyfriend, Lettie”, said Nettie. Her tone was not accusing. She sounded concerned rather than contemptuous.

“Hell, I don’t know Nettie. Why do you have to go all dark on me in this night?”, said Lettie. She was a bit hurt by Nettie stating the bare facts.

“I wasn’t trying to hurt you, Lettie. But the two of us ….. we ain’t really going nowhere with our lives”, said Nettie. She lay with her arms raised above her, resting on the pillows even as she moved her feet towards Lettie’s and rubbed her toes over Lettie’s toes.

Lettie gulped. Was this the moment? The one where she and Nettie would embrace feverishly and make love all night?

Nettie continued to rub her toes against Lettie’s toes for a few more moments before Lettie heard her light and pleasant snoring.

It was normal for Nettie to fall asleep while they talked in bed.

Nettie’s foot rested tantalizingly against Lettie’s foot. Lettie did not move her foot away from Nettie’s.

But she moved her face towards Nettie’s exposed armpit and took a quick sniff of it.

Nettie had such an aromatic armpit. Lettie felt like she could sniff Nettie’s armpit all day and night like a kid who couldn’t get enough of a rare luxuriant chocolate.

Lettie sniffed Nettie’s armpit once again. Nettie did not wake up. She seemed to have slipped into a deep sleep. The only sound from her was the pleasant snoring.

This made Lettie bolder.

She lowered her face close to Nettie’s armpit, stuck her tongue out slowly as if even the slightest of moment or contortion from her part would awaken Nettie.

Lettie licked Nettie’s armpit. It was the slightest of licks. Like she was tentatively eating a salty hazelnut ice cream cone that was too cold. 

Nettie continued to snore. The first lick had not awakened her. It emboldened Lettie even more.

She lowered her face towards Nettie’s armpit and licked it again. This time it was a sweeping lick. She ran her tongue across the length of Nettie’s armpit, slowing down at the small bush of hair right in the middle of Nettie’s armpit. The salty taste of sweat was fascinating to Lettie.

Lettie was engulfed by the smell of Nettie’s sweat which had now taken over from the sweet smell of soap.

Nettie’s  armpit tasted distinctively of salt. But there was something more. Something flagrant. The smell of a strong sexual being.

[kamafight666]

SWEATY GYM LUST

Chapter 1

Dolly raised the 25kg dumb bells above her head for the 20th rep of an Arnold press and then placed the dumbbells on the rack next to the bench on which she sat. Dolly stood up and wiped the sweat off her forehead. She had been in the gym for an hour now, and her vest and thongs clung to her sweat drenched torso.


The gym had no air-conditioner. It was an old school gym where you were expected to work hard and sweat like an animal.

The gym did not even play any of that shitty loud techno music that usually distracted you from focusing on your reps. 

Dolly wore a white T-shirt and black thong. Dolly was not wearing a brassiere, and her nipples were plastered against her sweaty T-shirt.

Dolly was a short but beefy woman. Despite her shortness she exuded an aura of subdued menace. Nobody fucked with Dolly.

Dolly always liked to work out alone. She liked to have all the dumbbells and machines all to herself. Not that Al’s gym out here in Cedar Key, Florida was ever too crowded.

Dolly usually started her workout at 12:30 pm, when the rest of the world would be at lunch or at work. Dolly could go to the gym whenever the fuck she wanted to because she co-owned the damn gym with Al.

Dolly walked out of the room with the dumbbell rack and into the room with the Smith machines. There was somebody on the leg extension machine.

Dolly was surprised and a bit irritated.

A woman was doing leg extensions. Dolly watched her for a few moments.

The woman was fleshy. She wore a black T-shirt and tight-fitting cotton shorts. Dolly checked out the woman’s quads. They were nice, thick and shapely as her legs went up and down lifting the weights on the leg extension machine.
Dolly could not look away from the woman’s legs. She was enamored by how thick they were. Not just that. The thick well worked legs gleamed with sweat. A thick sweaty woman. Dolly kept watching the woman.

The woman became aware of her stare and looked towards Dolly. But Dolly did not look away.

Their eyes met. Dolly wore a serious expression on her face. So did the woman.

Then the woman’s face broke into a slight smile as she worked on her legs. Dolly also allowed the woman a slight smile.

She walked towards the leg extension machine. The woman stopped working on her legs and watched Dolly as she walked towards her. She seemed to have completed the set.

“New in these parts?”, asked Dolly, pleasantly.

The woman was sweating profusely. Sweat was strewn across her face and on her tight black T-shirt. Dolly could see the woman’s white bra straps through the sweaty black T-shirt.

“Yeah, just moved to Cedar Key last week. The name is Polly Piccadilly”, said the woman, climbing gracefully off the leg extension machine.

Polly extended her hand towards Dolly, and they shook hands.

“Dolly Donahue”, said Dolly as they gripped each other’s hands. The woman’s grip was strong. So was Dolly’s. A very subtle and silent test of strength was happening between the two beefy women as they gripped each other’s sweaty hands tightly.

Polly’s hand palm was sweaty, and Dolly felt a tingle surge through her body as they shook hands.

Polly exuded a distinctive aroma of sweat. She was not wearing any perfume. Dolly was impressed.

Polly withdrew her hand from Dolly. Dolly wished they could have held on to each other’s sweaty palms a few moments longer.

“And what do you do, Polly?”, asked Dolly.

“I coach the local girls football team, Dolly”, said Polly.

Her tone was confident. The voice was husky. This was a mature woman.

Dolly looked right into Polly’s eyes, intending to intimidate her.  Polly did not flinch. She stared right back into Dolly’s eyes and did not look away.

They looked into each other’s sweat drenched faces.

Both women held their stare for a few moments before Dolly’s face broke into a smile. Polly returned the conciliatory smile.
 
“And what do you do yourself, Dolly?”, asked Polly, the smile still on her face, but her husky voice still very serious.

“I am co-owner of this gym. I am also into real estate”, said Dolly quickly. She wasn’t about to give an inch to this woman.

“Oh yeah? You have a well-equipped gym, Dolly. I like it”, said Polly, in an eager voice.

“Glad you like it, Polly”, said Dolly.

Their eyes were still locked together.

“You here all by yourself?”, asked Dolly.

“Yeah, I’m alone”, said Polly.

It was a loaded question. Dolly was asking if she was in Cedar Keys by herself and not whether she was alone at the gym.

“You married?”, asked Dolly.

“Nope. Single. How about yourself?”, asked Polly.

“Single”, said Dolly, winking at Polly.

They were both single women. Dolly struggled to postpone a gulp as she looked into Polly’s sweat drenched face.

She saw Polly’s eyes fall down to her own breasts. She remembered she wasn’t wearing a brassiere and that her nipples were poking out against her sweat drenched shirt.

Dolly raised her chest in the air to the slightest degree, as if telling Polly that she could gaze at her breasts as much as she wanted to.

She saw Polly gulp. Her nipples had caught Polly’s attention.

“I will let you finish your workout then. I am around if you need any help”, said Dolly, in an official tone.

She saw Polly struggling to avoid gazing at her nipples.

“Sure thing”, said Polly attempting a nonchalant tone but her voice could barely hide the fact that she was overwhelmed by the sight of Dolly’s nipples.

Dolly sensed it when her presence overwhelmed another man or woman.

They stared intently into each other’s eyes and faces for a few more moments. Polly’s sweat drenched face was a bright red now. She was blushing.

Polly’s aroma hit Dolly once again and she reveled in it. Dolly wondered for a moment whether Polly was also inhaling her perfume less body aroma.

Dolly whispered a terse bye which was returned by Polly. They eyed each other with cunning smiles on their lips for a moment longer.

Dolly turned around and walked away. Rather reluctantly.

Chapter 2

Dolly arrived a little early at the gym the next day. She hadn’t been able to get Polly out of her head after their brief encounter on the previous day.

In fact, she had spent the night fingering herself thinking about Polly.

Dolly was wearing her tightest white cotton vest and wore no brassiere. Her nipples were already erect and poking against the thin material of the white vest. She was also wearing the sheerest of thongs.

She checked herself out in the mirror. She looked like a million bucks. Fleshy in all the right places. She had worked hard on her shoulders and her quads. She was especially proud of her thick thighs and the muscular fleshiness of her calves.

She turned around to check out her buttocks which had also filled out really well.

Dolly must have been really enamored by her own body because she was pulled out of the reverie of self-admiration by Polly’s husky “Hi” from behind her.

Dolly swung around.

Polly stood behind her, just a few steps away from her.

“Oh! I did not hear you arrive”, said Dolly.

“My mother always says I must have been a cat in my previous life because I never make any noise”, said Polly, a nonchalant smile on her face.

“You crept up on me”, said Dolly in a slightly accusing voice. She was glad to see Polly. But she had not liked the fact that Polly had seen her admiring herself in the gym mirror. It made her seem soft and girly.

“I didn’t creep up on you. I just came over to say hi”, said Polly raising her hands up, in a stance intended to absolve her of Dolly’s accusation.

Their eyes met. Neither woman looked away.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. I was just surprised by you appearing suddenly behind me. I am not used to having too many people around while I work out”, said Dolly, calming down.

“Hey, no problemo man”, said Polly, a naughty smile on her face. She lowered her raised arms, placed them on her hips and jutted her breasts out at Dolly.

Polly wore a white vest, just like Dolly. But there was another thing today. Polly’s nipples were visible beneath the vest’s thin cotton material.

Polly was not wearing a brassiere today.

Dolly nearly gasped at the sight of Polly’s enormous breasts with the nipples on top, throbbing against the thin white vest, like the cherry on top of a buttered lemon bun.

Dolly did her best to avert her gaze from Polly’s nipples that were clearly erect.

But they were like two strong beautiful fleshy magnets attracting her gaze. Dolly simply could not look away.

Polly also struggled to look away from Dolly’s nipples.

The two women checked out each other’s nipples even as they eyed each other.

“I was wondering whether you would be willing to work out with me”, said Polly in a serious tone.

Dolly hesitated for a moment. Her eyes locked with the newcomer’s eyes. Neither woman looked away.

“Sure”, said Dolly, almost in a whisper.

[kamafight666]

THE DUEL OF THE MORNING JOGGERS (Chapters 1-2)

Chapter 1

Clarice looked out of the window facing the street. It was a cool morning, the right weather for a jog. She had moved to this street just a week ago. As far as she knew, there were only two houses on the street. She occupied one. The other one, right next to hers was empty. The first week here had been a bit eerie. The lack of human propinquity bothered Clarice a bit. The street had tall chestnut trees on its sidewalks. An idyllic suburb if ever there was one. But a deserted one.

Clarice let herself out of the house and walked on to the road, slowly breaking into a run. The street was empty except for the chestnut tree branches swinging lightly in the cool wind. Clarice was single. She worked as a primary school teacher and at 36, when most women her age had given up on fitness and were looking after the kids, Clarice was trying to get her body back into shape. Clarice looked good for a 36-year-old. Nowhere close to the peak fitness level, which she would have liked to achieve by now. It was hard to follow a strict fitness regime with her hectic job as a teacher. But Clarice knew she was a head turner. She was 5 feet 9 inches of curvaceous flesh. The flab on her made her attractive in a voluptuous and buxomly way.

Clarice was dressed in basic jogging apparel. A loose sleeveless white cotton top barely concealed her enormous breasts, which hung out with the nipples almost piercing through the thin cotton material. A very small and tight thong like material, which gave a good account of her ample, fleshy thighs, covered her crotch.

It was summer vacation and Clarice intended to get herself into shape that summer. School had closed for two months, and Clarice could work out more hours than she usually did to get rid of the extra flab. This would give her a muscular look, which was her aim. She knew there was quite a lot of working out to be done especially on her breasts and thighs which where the flabbiest parts of her body. She knew she was going to achieve her objective over the next two months. As a single woman she had no other distractions.

Clarice slowly increased her speed now. There weren't that many people around this early in the morning. Clarice liked to jog alone in empty spaces without too many people to disturb her. Ideally, she would have liked a partner to jog with her, but she did not know many women her age who was into fitness.

As she increased her speed, her enormous breasts juggled in front of her. Clarice continued jogging for the next twenty minutes, eventually turning back to her house. As she approached her gate, she noticed that another woman was standing in front of the gate of the neighbouring house. Clarice had thought the house was empty, so she guessed somebody must have moved into it.

The woman in front of the gate also looked like she had just finished a jog or a workout of some sort. The woman was wearing a sweat soaked yellow sleeveless top and thongs. Her sweaty breasts were visible. The nipples were vulgarly protruding out of the top and for a moment she was taken in by the sheer enormity of the woman's breasts. The woman's breasts were a lot like her own. They jutted out of the sleeveless top. The woman was big, possessor of a hefty body. Suddenly, Clarice realized that the woman was staring at her breasts too. The two women checked each other out even as Clarice walked into her house.

As she opened the door to her house, Clarice wondered if she should ask the woman if she wanted to be her jogging partner. It would be a good idea. She looked the same age as Clarice and looked like she could use a workout. She turned around to see if the woman was still around, but there was nobody at the gate which was shut now. The woman must have gone back inside.

As Clarice, let herself into her house, she felt glad that another human being had moved into the street. Then she remembered the woman’s jugs. They had been huge. Clarice felt a slight sense of competition towards the woman. Maybe even a bit of sexual attraction. She wondered whether the woman was single like her.

Chapter 2

Olivia looked out through her window at the house next to hers. She had just moved into this house late last night. A taxi had dropped her off. Her things would arrive next week. She was a single woman. A writer by profession. Unpublished. She had moved into this neighbourhood hoping for some peace and quiet in which she could work on her novel.

Olivia was surprised to find another occupant on the street. That too in the only house next to hers. The only house on the street.

She had been taken aback at the sight of the sweaty buxom woman jogging into the house next to hers. They had stared at each other. Olivia could not deny that she had stared at her new neighbours’ breasts. They were huge just like hers. Olivia gulped as she thought about them.

Olivia wondered whether her neighbour was single like her. Should she go over and introduce herself? It wouldn’t be a bad idea. The woman had been out jogging just like her. Just that they had jogged in two different directions.
No harm in meeting up with the new neighbour. The only one in this otherwise deserted street.

Olivia walked out of the house, still in her sweaty sleeveless top and thongs. She approached the door of her neighbour and rang the bell once. 

The door opened a few moments later. Her neighbour had also not changed from her jogging outfit. Sleeveless blouse that exposed the powerful arms and a skimpy thong that accentuated her fleshy legs and thighs. Her new neighbour was one attractive woman.

- Hi, I am Olivia, I just moved in next door, last night, said Olivia extending her hand towards the woman.

- I am Clarice, I just moved in last week, said the woman.

The two of them shook hands in tight grips. Both their hands were sweaty. They stood a foot apart from each other. Olivia could smell her neighbour’s sweat.

- So, you into jogging huh, asked Olivia, unable to take her eyes off the woman.

- Yeah, just want to lose some weight during the vacation, I am a primary school teacher, said Clarice. Olivia felt like Clarice was checking her out too.

- Oh, that’s great. I am a writer. I used to teach at the University over in Stockton before I quit my job a year ago to become a writer, said Olivia.

She could see Clarice’s eyes lock over her enormous breasts. The woman seemed to be mesmerized with her breasts. 

- Interesting, said Clarice. Pretty deserted street, isn’t it? I felt a bit eerie all of last week. Glad that I have you as a neighbour now, said the woman in a seductive voice.

- Nothing you can do about these suburbs with the rents so high and all. Yeah, I’m glad there’s someone around, in case Ted Bundy does another jailbreak and decides to pay us a visit, said Olivia.

Both women chuckled at that.

They continued to look each other over, especially each other’s breasts. Wanton expressions signalling a mutual sexual attraction appeared on the faces of the two voluptuous sweaty women as they stood facing each other. 

- Are you here with anyone, ventured Olivia.

- No, I am single, said Clarice, a serious expression appearing over her face. 

- Ok. I am single too, said Olivia.

Their eyes met and locked. Neither woman looked away.

- If you’re into jogging, I wouldn’t mind if we jogged together from tomorrow, said Clarice, a seductive expression replacing the seriousness.

- I wouldn’t mind that at all, said Olivia, jumping at the offer.

- Shall we meet outside our houses at 5 am tomorrow morning, asked Clarice eagerly.

- 5 am is fine.

- That’s done then.

Then the women said goodbyes. Olivia was sorry to leave Clarice over there like that. She felt Clarice’s stare as she walked back to her house. After she shut the door of her house behind her, Olivia felt like there was some chemistry between them. Her nipples were erect. They had been checking each other out. The possibilities seemed endless.

[kamafight666]

VELMA (Chapters 1-2)

Chapter 1

I agreed to meet Velma at a mall in Wimberly. She was the woman my brother was going to get married to in less than a week’s time. I flew into Texas from Denver, three days before the wedding. Apart from the wedding, I had to meet some clients as part of my job as a circulation manager for an independent publisher. My brother, Dave, was away on a business trip. He would arrive only a day before the marriage. This gave Velma and me a couple of days to get to know each other.

Dave had told me that there were similarities between me and Velma. Velma was the same age as I was (thirty-one) and enjoyed crime fiction novels like I did. She worked the morning shift as a librarian in the local library.
I reached the mall after a meeting with a local book wholesaler. Velma was already waiting in the food court and when she stood up to greet me, I saw that she was quite short and modestly chubby like I was. After the initial pleasantries, Velma jumped straight into crime fiction, and I discovered that she was a fan of the writer Charles Willeford who was my favorite writer. After chatting excitedly for a while, we decided to take a train to another mall which Velma said had an authentic Thai restaurant. The mall we were at, had its own train station so we did not have to walk far.

The compartment which we entered was quite crowded. We stood facing each other, holding on to the grab handles above us. At the next stop, more people rushed into our compartment, and somebody pushed me from behind and my body met Velma’s. I said sorry and she said it was allright. My breasts met her breasts and there was nothing either of us could do to break free because the train was crowded. At the next station, more people got in and our breasts squeezed against each other. We smiled shyly at each other and tried to break free by maneuvering our bodies using our grips on the grab handles. Velma’s wore a very slight deodorant that barely masked her pleasant smell of sweat. Some people are blessed with a pleasant sweaty smell. Velma was definitely one of them.

Our breasts continued to rub against each other as we tried to break free. It was an awkward situation. We stayed like that for the remainder of the journey, our breasts rubbing and jousting. It was pleasant to have my breasts lined up against Velma’s. The pleasant meeting between our well-endowed breasts did not last for more than a minute as we reached our train station.

When we got down from the train, we both acted like nothing had happened. We continued to talk about Charles Willeford. Velma knew a lot about him and spoke excitedly. I listened eagerly while occasionally stealing a glance at Velma’s breasts. She certainly had enormous breasts.

After lunch, we walked back to the station and entered a compartment. It was crowded and I found myself leaning against the door with Velma right in front of me. At the next station, many people charged into the train and Velma’s body was thrown against mine. We squirmed awkwardly as our breasts pushed against each other. There was nothing either of us could do with our bodies plastered together. I gave up trying to extricate myself from Velma’s body and simply enjoyed the pleasant sensation of her body rubbing against mine. We smiled shyly at each other even as I was enveloped by her pleasant sweaty smell. I must admit I was quite enamored by the smell of her sweat and the feel of her breasts. 

I could see that Velma’s cheeks were a flaming red. I had no doubt that she was undergoing the same sensations as I was. When we finally got down off the train it was with great reluctance that I disentangled myself from her. Once again, we both pretended like nothing had happened and agreed to meet for lunch the next day at the mall.

I have never been attracted to women, but I could not help but think about Velma the whole of that evening as I lay in my hotel room. Her pleasant and shy demeanor. Her exceptional taste in crime fiction. But most importantly, her body aroma and her well-endowed breasts. I decided to brush away the incident from my mind. I had not had a boyfriend in more than a year and I decided that was the reason for my sexual feelings towards Velma who would soon become my brother’s wife.

Chapter 2

It was hot the next day. After a meeting with a retailer in the morning, I went back to my hotel and changed into loose t-shirt and cotton shorts for lunch with Velma. At the mall, I saw that Velma also wore a t-shirt and shorts. I peeked at her plump thighs and shapely limbs. But I quickly brushed away any erotic thoughts that threatened to penetrate my mind. Afterall, Velma was Dave’s girl.

I resolved that there would be no more close encounters between us as we were going to have lunch at the small mall and would not take the train. But when we reached the food court, the restaurants were closed. A power failure. Once again, we would have to take the train to the mall a few stations away like we had done yesterday.

I thought I spotted an uneasy smile on Velma’s face as we entered the train. Surely, our bodies would not be pressed close together this time. It was a weird but pleasant incident that had taken place yesterday. This is what I told myself as we stood facing each other, our bodies’ inches apart and hands holding onto the grab handles. Velma’s chubby face wore a diplomatic smile indicating that even she was trying to brush aside any erotic thoughts that might have crept into her mind. She spoke about Deliver Me From Dallas, an obscure Willeford novel. She was excited when I told her that I had read it. The train was not too crowded, and we chatted amicably, the eroticism of the previous day, seemed like a pleasant but distant memory.

At the next station, as if by design, a large number of people charged into our compartment. They were drunken revelers, probably on the way home from a funeral. There was pushing and shoving as the new drunk and loud entrants settled down. The compartment was enveloped with the smell of whiskey. Velma was leaning against a compartment wall when somebody pushed me from behind and I fell onto Velma. Our breasts brushed against each other, and she quickly caught me by the hips to arrest my fall. At that moment, a couple of the drunk folk accidentally fell onto me, and I threw a hand around Velma’s neck to maintain balance. The compartment was now filled with people and neither I nor Velma could move an inch. We stood like that, our chubby bodies pitted against each other, locked in a tight embrace. My breasts were once again plastered against hers. I could sense my nipples growing hard. When I looked at her face, I saw that she was aroused. Velma heaved a little as our breasts fought for space. I was once again treated to the pleasant smell of her body aroma.

There wasn’t much either of us could do. We were literally thrown into this erotic encounter against our best intentions. I could feel her hard nipples piercing into my hard nipples. I told myself that we would reach our destination in five minutes and that I might as well enjoy this erotic encounter in the meantime. I pulled Velma towards me with my arm that was snaked around her neck. Velma tightened her arms around my waist, and we embraced like lovers. Around us, the drunken revellers paid us little notice.

I was looking into Velma’s face now. She looked overwhelmed, caught between lust and guilt. We were rubbing our breasts against each other, occasionally our erect nipples would meet.

I felt Velma’s thigh rubbing against my crotch. Even as I eagerly acquiesced and opened my legs for her to rub her thigh, I slipped my thigh between her legs. Our fleshy creamy thighs began to pleasure each other’s crotches. The backs of our limbs rubbed as we entwined legs. We breathed rapidly into each other’s faces. Our noses rubbed as our plump bodies struggled against each other.

Then the announcement that we had reached our destination pierced through our erotic slumber. The drunks poured out and we were forced to disentangle and stream out of the train. Outside, I couldn’t bear to face Velma. We smiled awkwardly at each other and walked towards the food court. I gulped, thinking about the weight of what had taken place between me and Velma. I had made out with the woman who would marry my brother in a few days. That too on a public train. What if somebody had seen us?

Then we were holding hands. Velma clasped my hands tightly and we walked hand in hand like two lovers out on a date. Velma guided me to a small opening behind a billboard.

We entwined fingers and gazed longingly at each other as Velma moved closer and our breasts touched each other again. I was ready to jump on her and tear her clothes off her right then and there. We locked together in a tight embrace, throwing our hands around each other’s bodies. Velma kissed my neck before our mouths locked together in a passionate kiss. We savored each other’s bodies for what seemed like a long time.

“Oh Velma!”

“Oh Joyce!”

I whispered to Velma that we should probably take this to my hotel room. Velma agreed. We disentangled and walked briskly out of the mall. After hailing a taxi, we made out like a couple of teenagers in the car’s backseat. I grabbed Velma by the buttocks, and she climbed on top of me. We kissed each other like neither of us had ever kissed before.

“Oh Velma! You are adorable,” I whispered to her.

“You are adorable yourself, Joyce,” she whispered back.

By the time we reached the hotel, we were in a state of erotic frenzy. I ran while pretending to walk briskly to the reception where I had deposited my room key. Velma waited in the lobby. As the attendant handed me the key, I heard someone say “Howdy Joyce” from behind me.

When I turned around, my brother Dave stood there. Behind him, I could see Velma walking towards us. She had seen him too.

Dave told us that he had flown in early to surprise both of us. He was going to take us to dinner in the lead up to the wedding next week. If Dave was surprised by our distinct lack of enthusiasm at his arrival, he did not show it.
Velma and I exchanged terse sympathetic glances. Our erotic encounter was thwarted before it could reach its natural culmination. Dave announced that he and Velma would go back to their house now as they had to make arrangements for the wedding. Velma agreed half-heartedly, but she could barely hide her disappointment. They would pick me up later in the evening and the three of us would go for dinner. As they walked out of the hotel, Velma turned around and waved at me. I waved back eagerly.

[kamafight666]

If you liked the first few chapters of these 6 stories, do consider buying my book on Amazon

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DJ64XV4B

Queens of Sweat features 6 short stories from the pen of Kama Fight in which two lesbian women become attracted to each other through the scent of each other's body aroma. Four of the stories are brand new while Duel of the Morning Joggers and Velma have been published before.

Train Heat - Two sweaty women who meet on a train commence a relationship of the most ferocious intensity.

The Room Mates - Lettie and Nettie, two room mates who are forced to share a room to split rent, become enamored by each other's body aromas.

Sweaty Gym Lust - Dolly likes her gym to herself. But when she meets Polly, a sweaty woman who is her physical equal, the two women agree to work out together. What follows is the sweatiest and sexiest partner work out that two lesbian women ever embarked on.

Duel of the Morning Joggers - Clarice and Olivia are new neighbors in a deserted and eerie street. When Clarice invites Olivia for a morning jog, it inflames pent up passions between two women who just met each other. The Duel of the Morning Joggers is an account of a passionate and sweaty lesbian encounter between two voluptuous and lusty women.

Velma - Joyce flies down to Texas to meet Velma, the woman her brother is about to get married to. Sparks fly between the soon to be sisters in laws. The finale in a sauna is one of the sweatiest scenes in lesbian erotica.

The Wrestlers - April stalks her favorite wrestler Dawn into a gym. Dawn is well known for her sweaty lesbian wrestling videos. When April challenges Dawn to a wrestling bout, the two women become intensely attracted to each other and duel with each other in a sweaty wrestling bout.