Extra Time
Selen dried herself after her shower. She'd forgotten to bring fresh clothes so changed back into the green bikini then slipped her robe back over her shoulders before returning to her room. The diesel generator had long since been switched off leaving the town lit only by the moon and stars. Selen quickly lit some candles and placed them around the room. She placed the largest candle in the middle of the table then slumped in one of the chairs.
She smiled as she noticed the bottle of sparkling wine and glasses that one of officials must have left for her. But the last thing she wanted to do now was drink. She was feeling so tired. No, more than tired. Completely exhausted and battered and bruised.
She closed her eyes and leant back in the chair. There was another feeling too. Despite her tiredness, she had to confess she felt horny. She thought about what had happened: Na'ina nearly stripping her naked in the first bout leaving her feeling intensely embarrassed but also strangely aroused at the crowd's enthusiastic reaction. And in the second round, Fabia's hot little tongue and slim fingers bringing her close, so agonisingly close, to a delicious orgasm. Then clutching Hassan tightly, her arms around his broad chest, hearing his anguished cries for release as Melea expertly teased his impressive cock till he could take no more. She even envied the lady in the crowd and her discrete pleasure.
As she thought about the events of the day she couldn't resist sliding a hand beneath her robe and between her warm thighs. She slowly stroked herself through her bikini bottoms as she conjured up an image of Hassan's thick penis sliding between Melea's eager lips and imagined it was her teasing him to the point of climax. Making him beg her for release. She sighed as she felt her bikini bottoms begin to dampen and suddenly wished she had someone with whom to share her champagne.
A knock on the door shattered her thoughts and she quickly jumped to her feet.
"Hassan! I was just thinking about you!" she exclaimed, looking up at him as she opened the door and feeling herself blushing bright red.
"I just wanted to congratulate you on winning. You must be very happy," he said, smiling.
"Yes, yes I am. Listen, I'm sorry it didn't work out for you this year," she stammered, her mind racing. Should she invite him in? She was tired but it was only polite, wasn't it?
"Yeah well there's always next year I guess," he replied, peering around the door.
"Well I hope you'll come back and see us again next year. Listen it's really late and I'm tired so..." she hinted, her hand reaching out and resting on the door's edge.
"Hey that's a hell of a bottle of champagne! Are you going to drink that all by yourself?"
She pondered her options; maybe she could have one drink with him, where was the harm in that? It was only polite. She stood aside to let him in and soon he was pouring them both a glass.
"To a worthy champion," he said raising his glass towards her.
"Here's to doing whatever it takes to win," she replied, remembering his advice from the night before. He smiled.
"Yes, I kind of regret giving you any advice now," he chuckled.
Since the fight Hassan had showered and changed into a traditional white robe and sandals. It was a warm night and his belt was only loosely tied. Selen couldn't help stealing a glance at his muscular chest as he drank.
"Hey listen," she said. "I just wanted to wish you well. It was a close fight today."
"Yeah it was close. You know," he replied, wagging his finger, "I think if you hadn't pulled that trick I think I'd have won."
"Well I wouldn't go that far," Selen replied, looking him squarely in the eye.
"Come on, I don't want to give you a hard time but I was winning Selen, and if you hadn't cheated I'd have probably gone on to win."
"Cheated!" she exclaimed, putting her glass down on the table a little too firmly, the bubbly liquid spilling over the edge, and splashing onto the wooden surface.
"Well maybe not cheat exactly," he conceded. "But I don't care what the referee said, tying someone up just isn't fair in my book."
"Now listen, we won that fight fair and square. Now if you can't handle that, the door's behind you!" she snapped, rapidly losing her temper with him.
"Look, all I'm saying is if you hadn't tied me up I would have won," he insisted, putting his glass down besides hers.
But she wasn't listening as she stomped towards the door and wrenched it open.
"I think you've outstayed your welcome," she snapped angrily. "Please leave now."
She watched as he shrugged his shoulders as he ambled towards the exit. Then as he approached her, his expression hardened, his body tensing, his eyes glittering darkly in the candlelight.
Suddenly he leapt at her like a panther, athletically grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head, his lean body pressing against her back against the cold wall. As she opened her mouth to scream, he kissed her hard on the mouth as he kicked the door closed with his foot. She struggled but he held her firmly, his surprisingly soft lips controlling hers and his hot body pressing against hers.
"Let me go!" she gasped as he swept her long blonde hair aside and his hungry lips moved from her lips to her neck. He released one of her hands and roughly tugged her robe open, the silky material sliding over her shoulder.
"No, let go!" she insisted, her hand pushing against his shoulder as his lips left a trail of wet kisses along her shoulder and neck.
"What a nerve!" she thought as he kissed her neck and his hand roughly tugged one of her boobs free. She struggled as his hand cupped her nakedness and his lips brushed her sensitive skin.
"No! Let go!" she gasped as she felt his muscular thigh press between her legs, rubbing against her as they squirmed and struggled. She had to admit to herself that his lips did feel good as he nuzzled her skin, his tongue toying with her hardening nipple and she felt herself surrendering as her body responded to his strong, passionate kisses.
As good as his lips felt, Selen still felt uncomfortable. Whether she was making love to a man or woman Selen liked to be the one in control. She'd often wondered whether her domineering personality had led to her becoming a fighter or whether it was the other way round: her dominance in the ring spilling over into the bedroom. Either way she decided it was time for her to take control.
She relaxed pretending to surrender, then as he loosened his grip, she twisted her hands free and forcefully shoved him backwards, stepping towards him as she did so, then pushed him again, this time tapping his ankle so that he fell backwards onto one of the futons. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked up her as she stood over him and unfastened her robe, letting it fall to the floor. It was soon joined by her bikini top as she tugged it up over her head exposing her pert breasts.
Holding his gaze, Selen sat astride him, her knees either side of his chest and firmly pushed his shoulders back till he was lying flat. She confidently tugged his robes apart and ran her hands over the lean muscle of his chest, then leaned forward and lightly kissed her way up over his stomach. Her long hair fell forward as she kissed him and he groaned as he felt her warm lips and soft hair brush against him.
Selen took her time, stroking him, toying with his dark nipples and kissing his neck, slowly working her way towards his lips. He let her grab his wrists and pin them above his head as her lips danced over his neck, cheeks and forehead before finding his pliant lips. She kissed him long and hard, loving the feel of his soft yet firm lips against hers. Again, she took her time, gently sucking and nibbling at his lips before slipping her tongue into his inviting mouth. Their tongues entwined passionately as their bodies pressed against each other. Selen could feel his growing hardness pressing against her thighs as his hips undulated.
She leant back, breaking their kiss but still pinning his wrists above his head.
"Now you've got me, what are you going to do with me?" he said, grinning.
"Enough talking," she replied, sliding up his prone body. "I can think of a better use for your mouth."
Selen leaned forward, one of her boobs dangling just above his mouth, smiling as he lifted his head. She laughed as she teased him for a few seconds pulling just out of his reach, as the tendons in his neck strained, then relented, enjoying the feel of his hungry lips against her tender skin.
