The health club had been officially closed for more than an
hour, but, there were still two or three members in the gym
finishing their showers or getting into their street
Nancy and a new member, a girl in her twenties named Joan,
were the last ones in the shower room. They stood there,
soaping their gleaming nude bodies, neither saying a word to
the other. But, eyes were not as quiet, with each covertly
examining the other's splendid figure.
"You've got great muscle-tone", Nancy heard the other girl
murmur softly, almost as if to herself. Nancy looked over at
the girl and let her gaze travel slowly up and down Joan's
long body, liking what she was seeing.
"Coming from you, that's a compliment", replied Nancy with a
smile. "From the looks of your physique, you are a fitness
"No, I'm a fantasy-wrestler", Joan said. "That develops your
muscularity in a far different way than weight-lifting or
doing fitness aerobic routines."
Nancy's jaw dropped, and her hand stopped its soaping action
across her upper torso. "WOW! Do you mean that you wrestle
for money, like with men?" she asked. "Hm-mmm, so isn't that
just like being a prostitute? Nancy said with a snide grin.
The girl's eyes glinted with sudden irritation, but, the
smile did not leave her lush lips.
"Yeah, I wrestle for money. And yes, I wrestle men . . .
but, most of my regular clientele happen to be women. As for
being a prostitute, well, that's a matter of opinion.
Sometimes the session is a sex-wrestle, sometimes it's just
straight falls for exercise. Either way, I get paid the
same. . At least in terms of money."
Nancy looked at the beautiful woman, once again taking in
the sculptured muscularity that rippled along the tanned
length of her body. She found herself wondering just what
the girl meant by "in terms of money". Hm-mmmm, for that
matter she wondered what she meant by "sex-wrestle". But,
before she could pose the two questions, the other girl
"Let's just say that depending on my 'workout' partner and
the way in which he or she wrestles, I sometimes don't even
charge for the session. I don't know many prostitutes who
will give it away for free, do you?"
Nancy held up a hand in a conciliatory gesture. "Hey, I
didn't mean any offense. Actually, I'm really interested in
what you mean by a sex-wrestle, and by 'the way' your
opponent wrestles so that you don't charge?"
The tall, athletic girl let her eyes glide slowly up and
down Nancy's nude body. The shower had left Nancy's flesh
glistening with millions of tiny droplets of water, making
the surface of her skin appear like gleaming latex rubber, a
golden rubbery layer that was molded into clefts and curves
of smooth, well-toned female flesh. The girl felt herself
becoming erotically aroused by the obvious athletic strength
and superb muscularity Nancy possessed.
"Tell you what," the girl murmured in a soft tone of voice.
"It looks like we are the only ones left in the gym, so what
say we try a fall or two over there on the mats . . . au
natural. That way I can show you what I mean. You do know
how to wrestle, don't you?"
Nancy had almost ALWAYS known how to wrestle. Growing up
with three older brothers, none of whom seemed to have
realized that she was supposed to be treated differently
than the "boys", she had learned to defend herself at an
She might not have been as strong as they were, but, Nancy
quickly discovered that her natural agility and quickness
compensated for their greater male strength. She also had
learned every sneaky wrestling hold in the books . . . how
to apply them, how to break them, which holds would most
likely result in a submission. So, by the time she reached
her teenage years, Nancy could more than handle anyone her
size. And this stunningly attractive girl who had just
challenged her was certainly in her own weight class.
"You mean wrestle naked?" Nancy replied with one eyebrow
arching to underscore her question.
"Sure. You don't mind a little skin contact, do you?" the
girl said in a lazy voice. Her eyes were still cruising up
and down Nancy's wet body; sliding slowly across the
thrusting mounds of her solid breasts, down across her
flat-as-a-board belly, and along those sleek hips. She
almost shivered with excitement as she surveyed the sinewy
strength of Nancy's thighs and calves. She found herself
wondering what those long legs would feel like locked around
her own body.
With a slightly bemused smile, Nancy turned the water off,
and then reached for a towel.
"No!" said the girl. "Stay wet, it's more fun that way. I
really like the feel of wet flesh against mine when I
wrestle. It feels so . . . erotic."
She, too, had turned off her own shower and was walking over
to where Nancy stood. Joan reached out with one hand,
letting her fingers trace along one of Nancy's arms until
she came to her bicep. Then she squeezed gently, as if
testing a piece of ripe fruit. Almost without her meaning to
do so, Nancy's arm flexed upward reflexively into a round
hard ball of flesh to meet those fingers. The girl's other
hand came up to cup the solidity of one of Nancy's breasts,
a thumb reaching out to knead the nipple.
"You've got a really nice body, for an older broad,"
chuckled the girl. "I like the way you're built, especially
in your upper torso," she grinned as she tweaked the nipple
Nancy slowly reached out and grabbed hold of the girl's arm,
levering the hand away from her breast. The girl quickly
grabbed Nancy's other wrist and the two women were suddenly
in dead-lock. For a few seconds they stood there striving
together in a silent test of strength. Sleekly curved
muscles flexed along their bare arms as they strained,
rounded deltoids bunched, deep clefts appeared along their
backs in sculpted relief.
For a moment or two, they stood there straining
face-to-face, their hips locked, supple bellies pressing
together, the thick luxuriant pubic thatches between their
respective thighs softly whispering as they rubbed together,
their suddenly-hard clits sliding wetly back and forth. They
began a slow, rhythmic pumping movement with their sleek
hips, which caused the solid muscularity in their buttocks
to flex and ripple. Their hot breath was now coming in quick
gasps, hissing through clenched teeth as they grappled.
They both released their grips around one another's wrists
at the same instant and their muscular arms twined around
one another, hands gripping hard-tensed glutes, pulling them
closer and more tightly together. But, then, suddenly, the
girl pushed Nancy's slippery wet body away and stepped back.
"No, let's save that for the wrestling mat," she murmured in
a tight voice. Her eyes were glittering with excitement, and
her own jutting breasts were heaving from the exertion of
their silent struggle.
Nancy felt her blood pounding in her veins, and there was a
stirring down between her thighs. That brief grappling
session had given Nancy a foretaste of the kind of wrestling
the girl enjoyed. Well, she thought to herself, two could
play THAT game. She looked at the girl and gave her an icy
"Honey, you don't wanna clit-wrestle with me," Nancy warned
the girl. "You try that when we're down on the mat and I'll
show you just how far out of your league you are . . . ya
"O-ooo! The big bad momma thinks she can pin my ass, huh?"
laughed the girl. "So is that the fantasy you'd like to play
with . . . being a Clit Queen? OK, come on; let's just see
how good you are, Queenie."
With that the two females turned and strode across the gym
to the mats laid out on the floor. They stepped barefooted
onto the yielding surface of the exercise pads and faced one
"So what about rules?" questioned Nancy? "Or do you want to
go all out, no-holds-barred."
The girl was flexing her tall, athletic body as she
unlimbered and got ready to wrestle. "I wouldn't want to see
that pretty face of yours get all marked up, so how's about
no punching or scratching," the girl replied. "After all,
this isn't a catfight, its pure submission wrestling, OK?"
Nancy nodded her head in agreement. Then she sank down into
a crouch, started slowly circling the girl, and beckoned the
girl forward with both hands.
"Come on, let's see what 'ya got," Nancy challenged the
young female athlete. And so they came together with a soft
THUNK of wet flesh . . . and wrestled!
For a second or two, they whirled and spun on their feet,
each attempting to gain a lasting hold. But, as quickly as
one would apply a headlock, the other would slip free and
slap on a hold of her own. Finally, off-balanced, they went
down to the mat in a tangle of limbs.
Nancy quickly gathered her opponent into a combination of
body scissors and a reverse full-nelson. Her long legs
wrapped around Joan's waist like a pair of pythons, her
well-muscled thighs squeezing relentlessly. At the same
time, her clenched hands were forcing Joan's head forward as
she put more pressure into her full-nelson. Nancy was on her
back, pressed against the yielding surface of the wrestling
mat. Her solid breasts were jammed against Joan's powerful
sinewy back, and she felt every ripple and roll of muscle as
the girl strained against her holds. Enjoying the erotic
feel of flesh against flesh, Nancy lost her concentration
for a split-second. But, that was all the time Joan needed.
With a soft grunt of effort, Joan powered down with her
upraised arms against Nancy's levering forearms, breaking
the nelson. Then, like a slick eel, she slid around within
Nancy's scissors until she was facing her. Joan's hands
reached out quickly to grasp Nancy's wrists, pinning them
down to the mat. The two naked wrestlers were now stretched
out, locked together face to face as they strained. Their
solidly curved breasts seemed to be engaged in their own
wrestle, sliding back and forth until their nipples were
engorged and hard.
Despite being the one who was caught in a wrenching,
squeezing scissor-hold, Joan actually appeared to be
dominant. She pinned Nancy with her supple weight, leaning
forward until Nancy was almost jack-knifed. Nancy
straightened her legs and pointed her toes, trying to bring
every ounce of her superb strength into crushing Joan into
submission . . . but, the position she was in made the
scissors work against her. Her splendidly muscled opponent
was grappled against Nancy in a way so that the harder Nancy
squeezed, the harder Joan's broad chest pressed against her
own. And Joan had managed to slide forward enough that their
loins were now glued together, allowing their clits to
engage in their own battle. Almost without conscious
violation, the two naked women began a rhythmic pumping of
their hips as their hardened clits grappled in their own
version of a sex-wrestle.
Now their breath was panting loudly, the sound mingling with
the soft moans and sharp hisses that came from the tightly
enwrapped females. Their wrestling had changed quite
dramatically in the last few minutes. No longer did they
seem to be seeking holds that would force a surrender based
on strength alone. They were letting their bodies wrestle
toward an impending sexual-submission . . . where one or the
other would finally bring her naked opponent to an orgasm
They still grappled furiously together, hugging one another
tightly with every ounce of their fantastic muscular
strength. But, it was now the kind of grappling which would
maximize the feel of flesh against wet flesh that would
permit each of the wrestlers to feel the ripple and play of
female muscularity against their body. To an onlooker, it
would probably have seemed more like slow-motion copulation
between a male and female than a wrestle between two women.
They exchanged the dominant position every few moments, with
first one on top and then the other.
At one point, Nancy realized that Joan's face was only
inches from hers. They were stretched out full length
against one another, pressing their bare bodies together so
tightly that they began to whimper as their muscular bodies
bored into each other. Exhaustion was plain to see on their
faces. Each of them was quite beyond pain; there was only
the Amazonian contest. They had been locked in this titanic
struggle for almost half an hour now, and neither seemed
willing to yield to the other. In fact, they were in no
hurry to have this wrestle end.
Each woman squeezed as tightly as she could, lying against
one another, their eyes closed, two nude women locked in an
almost primal test of female strength. Then, totally
unexpectedly, their heads came together and they kissed,
their lips and mouths fusing together, hot and hard, each
trying to dominate the other with her tongue.
Each tried to overpower her rival with that long, lingering
kiss. Each was trying to breath past the lips of the other,
while still pressing their mouths hotly together and letting
their tongues grapple as the strength of their entwined legs
locked their lower bodies together. Their legs interlocked
and flexed against each other, each riding the other's
muscular thigh, both of them rubbing their clits against the
firm satiny flesh of the leg scissored between their own
Suddenly, the two women shuddered and they screamed out, the
strength in their arms and legs seeming to increase tenfold.
The way they were grappled together it became harder to tell
where one body stopped and the other began. There was no
movement, other than the flexing of their splendid muscles
as they grappled ever more closely together, each humping
the other with a rhythmic pumping of their hips as they
strained together. Then they climaxed . . . one explosive
orgasm after the other, as they held tightly to one another
on that sweat-slick wrestling mat.
As their orgasms slowly subsided, the two women rolled
apart, legs still tangled, each too weak to move. They lay
there on the mat, enjoying the soft backwash of their
orgasm, smiling in complete satisfaction. Each woman knew
that she had finally met her equal in strength and in
"Well, looks like there's going to have to be a rematch",
laughed Joan. "It seems as though this wrestle ended in a
Nancy rolled over onto one elbow, propping herself up so
that she could look at Joan. "Does a draw mean that I won't
get charged your usual fee . . . this time?" she chuckled.
"No, you don't owe me a thing. The bill has already been
paid in full," replied Joan with a big grin.
For a few more minutes, as they lay there regaining their
breath, the two female wrestlers bantered back and forth.
All the while, two sets of eyes were cruising slowly up and
down the naked length of one another's body, taking in the
delicious sight of rippling pumped-up muscles playing up and
down their arms and legs.
The sight began to turn them on again, and a few moments
later they had rolled together and commenced to wrestle once
Ah-hhhh, but, THAT'S another story, isn't it.