"Don't worry," Hannah said. "He'll be fine. I just dislocated his shoulder. They'll pop it back in and he'll be sore for while but he'll be fine. I promise. And he'll never grab another ass again uninvited."
"Nor will I," Peter thought.
CHAPTER THREE: GROWING RELATIONSHIP
The next couple of months were amazing for them both. When they weren't at work, the gym or the dojo, they were together. His feelings deepened for her and she accepted his offer to move in. She turned her apartment into an AirBnB and showed up with a toothbrush and luggage that Saturday. Peter's bachelor pad was about to get a feminine makeover, and she was absolutely the perfect one to do it. His life was perfect and he didn't realize at the time how fleeting perfect can be.
The sex was amazing. Her flexibility was, in a word, indescribably erotic and she often reminded Peter that being a third degree blackbelt in Judo is a lot easier if you're elastic. Every time he went to watch a class she was teaching or a tournament she was competing in, he would think of that statement as she wrapped herself around her opponent like an anaconda... and he would think of her wrapped around him and his body would respond.
Peter returned home one early evening after his workout and Hannah was already back from the dojo where he knew she had been teaching. He made his way up the stairs into the master bedroom, and could hear the shower running. He put his bag down in the closet to begin removing his gym clothes and heard the shower turn off and Hannah stepping out. A few moments went by and she emerged from the bathroom naked, towel drying her hair... and not knowing Peter was in the walk-in closet. He felt like a voyeur but she was perfect and looking without her knowing was a bit of a turn on for Peter, frankly. From behind, he was admiring Hannah's chestnut brown hair, still damp, falling round her shoulders. She was tight in every and all ways. She was fit, athletic and perfectly balanced between skinny and muscular. Peter could trace those muscles from memory as he often did with his tongue. Her skin was radiantly soft, and her hips drew forth the best urges from him. Her scent was sweet and intoxicating. The dimples in her lower back led Peter's eyes to her tight, round, hard bottom before finding those muscular legs that caught his attention from the very first day. She leaned forward and exposed her shaved feminine to him... the inviting and wet space that sat between her thighs made his knees weak. Peter wanted to be there... and he was fully prepared.
Hannah stepped out of the marble shower feeling clean after hours of rolling on a mat with a group of sweaty men. The class she taught that evening focused on Osaekomi-Waza, or pinning techniques, and she had successfully pinned and held each of the larger men in class with ease. It felt good to confirm her dominant martial abilities and she was confident that Stefanik Sensei would have approved. Between Kami Shiho Gatame and Mune Gatame, she had men's faces discretely rubbing on her vagina and her nipples (albeit in a gi, of course) for the better part of 3 hours, and she desperately needed a climactic release. When was Peter home, she wondered? Reflecting on her swift immobilization of her largest student that evening, she smirked. "There is no accounting for skill and charm," she thought as she stepped onto the bathmat and pulled the towel from its perch on the wall. She dried herself off, ran it between her legs and along her swollen hotspot (thank you Mr. Showerhead), and enjoyed a bit of lip play before returning it to the bar. She grabbed the smaller one and began towel drying her hair. She caught a look at herself in the mirror and admired the form she'd worked hard to create. The lines and curves were perfect and their intersections, in all the right places, had a tendency to drive the men she'd been with wild with desire. Peter was no different. "Brrr," she thought as her bare feet hit the cold, marble floor. She quickly tip toed to the bedroom carpet and looked down, "Peter is going to like the red I chose," she thought as she admired her pedicure.
As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, she caught movement out of the corner of the room by the walk-in closet. One of the benefits of years of martial arts training is a preternatural awareness of threats around you. You don't earn the rank of third dan and Kodokan Judo Mistress without having developed the skill of seeing the attack and the attacker before the intention manifests. It's how she'd known that guy was going to grab her ass those months ago, and it's how she had recognized Peter in the closet.
"Good," she thought, "He has no idea that I know he's watching me."
Hannah walked to the side of the bed and placed the towel on the nightstand as she leaned forward feigning to reach for something and fully exposing herself towards Peter. "She wants him to come play," she thought as she touched herself from an angle that Peter couldn't enjoy. She sometimes referred to her vagina as "she" when seducing Peter, and "she" was needing some attention. The thought of the game that was about to unfold made her nipples hard enough to cut through dry wall.
Peter crept out of the closet and moved silently across the carpet towards Hannah. "She doesn't hear me," he thought as he reached for her.
Hannah could feel Peter approaching and sensed his outstretched arm. As she caught a glimpse of Peter's hand over her shoulder, she did what she'd been trained to do and had done 10,000 times before. She pulled on his arm as she simultaneously dropped her hips and slung her right hand up, around and towards his head. She found her grip on his shirt just below his right ear and loaded him onto her right shoulder and hip. His erection was hard on her thigh... she needed him inside her... now. Looking left and completing her clothed menace's unbalancing, she was now on the balls of her feet and he was as light as a feather. Always the judoka, her mind went through the mental checklist: kuzushi (unbalancing) check!... tsukuri (entering) check!... and kake (execution) check! Peter traveled easily over Hannah's exquisite, naked form and lucky for him he landed on the king sized bed. All this happened in less than a second.
Peter was staring up from the bed at an upside down Hannah still holding his wrist.
"I could have hurt you," she said with a tinge of playfulness.
"How did you know I was there?" Peter asked surprised.
"A Kodokan Judo Mistress is always aware of the threats around her," Hannah said before kneeling on each side of Peter's head and lowering "her" onto his face in a modified Kami Shiho Gatame. She began to both grind on his face and unzip his pants to free what she needed. He was simultaneously sucking on her clitoris and running his tongue around her hood and inside her... it was driving Hannah mad. "How does he do that??" she wondered between involuntary convulsions and twerks. She took him into her mouth and ran her lips up and down his shaft in coordination with her strokes while her other hand gave his swollen, tight balls some loving attention. She knew she had found her rhythm as his hips rose to ensure his full delivery. "Not yet," she thought.
Hannah spun around on top of Peter as only an experienced judoka could and applied Tate Shiho Gatame for two reasons. First, her rock hard nipples needed sucking and nibbling attention. Second, she needed him inside her. Her feet snaked under his thighs to the inside of his legs and her pedicured red toes flexed on his shins to open his legs. She didn't need to reach down and place him inside as his untamed erection entered her with perfect alignment. She let out a little gasp of pleasure and surprise, and drove her breasts harder into Peter's face. He reached around and secured his hands on her ass to ensure that his target wasn't moving as he pumped. "Ooh... I like that pin," she thought as the orgasm arrived. Peter managed to coordinate his deepest penetrating thrust with a tongue flick of her right nipple (secured between his teeth) at precisely the same time the next pounding of her swollen clitoris arrived on the hard space above his erection. Her orgasmic explosion was accompanied by deep, guttural and animalistic sounds. Delivering such intense pleasure to Hannah made Peter feel omnipotent. She was dripping on every part of him and in every way. Her last convulsion caught Peter's next push and her very happy "she" tickled his very swollen head into an eruption so significant that she felt his ejaculation deep inside her.
"Oh... my... god," she uttered breathlessly, looking down at him smiling. He couldn't speak... only look up into her beautiful hazel eyes. "He's mine," she thought.
"I need her," Peter responded.
