It was a small little wrestling ring, perhaps 8 feet across and 8 feet wide, surrounded by what looked to be thick bungee ropes and covered in a cushioned tarp. Reba tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach as she stepped onto it, clad in a wonderfully skimpy bikini that liberally displayed her figure. Long, strong legs flowed into supple thighs, her hips flaring attractively before tapering into a dainty waist. Her backside, shapely and pert was bared by her choice of bottoms, a white lycra thong that framed her pubic area prettily and displayed both buttocks proudly. Her belly was flat, though not hard like a body-builders, but rather supple and soft. Her breasts, barely contained in the white bikini top that contrasted her tawny skin nicely, were full and perky, if not huge. She, like many other women, wished she had a more prominant busom, but she ceertainly had nothing to be ashamed of. Her raven-dark hair cascaded over her shoulders in thick waves, framing her pretty, if nervous, face. She bit her lip, anticipation eating at her.
She found the idea of wrestling with a man, of making him pin her, very erotic, but hadn't, up until now, mustered up the courage to see her fantasy through and realize it. Now tha she was here, her nerves caused her to tremble visibly. She wrapped her arms about herself waiting for her opponent, a man she had known for some time who had quite readily agreed to take up her little idea once he had gotten her to admit to it. It had taken a few drinks to get it out of her, and once admitted to, he seemed eager to assist her in realizing her fantasy. When he stepped into the room, arms behind his back, he was clad only in a pair of boxer shorts, an impressive erection already poking at the thin black cotton. He smiled at her, stepping into the "ring" and approaching her, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"So, it takes a wrestling ring and a good pinning to light your fires, huh?" he asked, winking at her and moving close enough that Reba could feel the heat rising from his body. He towered over her, a solid six and a half feet tall, and strong enough to lift her entirely off the floor with minimal effort, she knew. She put on her best confident grin.
"Oh, you think you've got what it takes to pin me?" She jutted her hip to one side, planting her fists on either side in a stance of defiance, thrusting her chest out until the very tips of her nipples were touching him. He glanced down at the slight contact, and she hoped he hadn't noticed the slight shudder the sensation had caused ripple through her. She was getting aroused rather quickly, her pent up desires and fantasies already working on her mind before anything had actually happened. He then looked back up at her, a slow smirk crossing his features.
"Oh, I think I can handle a little thing like you," he chuckled, his voice low, slightly husky. He then brought out one arm from behind his back, holding before her a bottle of baby oil. She glanced up at him, a bit surprised.
"No sense in getting any rug burns on your little bod while I'm whuppin' ya!" he said with a wink. Reba was about to retort something when he flipped the lid of the bottle open and let a copious amount of it sluice down her front. He had appearantly been planning this, for the oil was quite warm, and in truth felt very good, even sexy as it dribbled down her. Her bikini top went see-thru almost instantly, her erect nipples dark and easily discernable under it. THe warm sensation caused her to tingle a bit, and then gasp as he place one large hand on her chest, near her neck, and began to smooth the oil onto her, working it around her body. Continuing to pour it all over her, he soon had her glistening, dripping with the slippery liquid. He stepped back to admire his handiwork as Reba concentrated on her breathing, not wanting to show how much this unexpected little diversion had aroused her. He then upended the bottle over himself, slathering the baby oils all over until he too was liberally coated and glistening. He winked at her again.
"Well.....what are you waiting for?..A referee?" He then dropped into a ready crouch, waiting for her. Like a cat, she sprang at him, her lust fueling a strength she wasn't aware she had. She grabbed him around his slippery midsection, knocking them both to the mat in a tumbling heap. Her arms locked around his waist as she felt him grab for purches on her hips and legs. She squirmed and wriggled, letting the oils cause him to slip and fumble as he struggled for a grip. She reached for a leg, trying to wrap her arms about and wrench it back, the way she had seen girls do it in video tapes. He laughed and spun, now the one to use their slippery conditions to his advantage, sliding away from her grip before twisting and rolling onto her.
Now she was pinned benieth his considerable mass, his chest pressing into her back, his hands trying to grip and control her wrists. She struggled and writhed, squirming out from under him, only to have him twist aropund again, locking her in a bearhug that had her breasts mashed hard against his chest. She pressed against his shoulders, trying to push herself out of his grip, not wantinghim to notice the turgid state her sensitive nipples were now in. Each twist and squirm rubbed them across his chest and sent little thrills from their tips all along her body. She gritted her teeth, then opted for another tactic, raising her arms up and slipping from his grip downwards, rubbing her biklini top off her breasts in the process. He laughed at her ingenuity, genuine surprise on his face.
"Can't catch me!" she giggled, slipping away from him on the mat as she tried to readjust her top into place. She was panting, her body afire, her sex-flesh hot and throbbing already. He laughed, diving after her and catching her about the waist, his head pillowed against her left buttock. She gasped as she felt a stinging slap fall on her cheek, whirling to glare at him. HIs expression was impish, and he delivered another, this time on the other cheek.
