Wrestling with Roomies, Part 2 (Marcy)
This is where the fantasy and reality begin to blur. A bunch
of us were on a road trip out of town for the weekend a few months
later. Several of our group had gone their separate ways.
Marcy and I both ended up going back to the hotel to crash.
I hadn't seen her all day, we had gone different places
in town and our meeting was coincidence. I flopped back
on the hotel bed as Marcy took off her shoes and rooted into
our cooler.
"Anything on for tonight?" I asked.
"I think they're having a party on the deck by
the pool."
She padded by me and went to the phone. Calling the desk,
Marcy sat on the bed, with me lying near. She checked if any
calls or notes were in our box. Nothing. We had nearly two
hours. I had thought about sleeping, honestly.
"We need to do something, " she said, impatiently
walking the floor.
"There's not enough time to go anywhere. And
I don't have the gas."
"I'm not tired enough to sleep, " she said.
"Well, " I thought I'd flirt, "We've
got two big empty beds."
I smiled, sitting up. She grinned.
"Yeah."
I blinked. We have never been intimate before. We teased
and flirted some, and believe me I'd jump at it. But,
hearing her say that, made me pause. As I started to my feet,
she moved towards me.
"We can wrestle!" she declared and dove headlong
at me, driving me back to the bed.
I rolled her over, laughing at the surprise.
"Wait, " I said.
I went over to the nightstand and took off my watch and pulled
out my wallet. I was already wearing shorts and barefoot.
Marcy grabbed up a hair beret and pinned up her crimson mane.
Then, we climbed onto the king-sized bed on our knees at
opposite corners.
At the imaginary bell, we came together. Marcy was just
as aggressive as before and drove me down, trying to get
one of her shapely legs over me. I rolled her aside and clasped
onto her ankle. I pressed it to her plump buttock, locking
the leg. Then, I grabbed the other and held them there, ankles
crossed in a double toe-hold.
Marcy struggled, but to no avail. She was confused. Apparently,
no other opponent had ever used this leg lock. I wanted to
catch my breath so I held her immobile for a while, gripping
both her feet. Marcy was getting frustrated, not only at
being unable to escape, but that I wasn't wrestling
with her.
"Yes, " she said, "Those are my feet.
Now, let go."
"And such lovely ones they are, " I kidded.
I kissed the tops of both feet and released her. Marcy quickly
circled to attack again. But, at that moment, the rest of
our party came in. Usually, Marcy wouldn't have let
that stop her, but they said we needed to go to dinner before
the party.
So, again, our match was again unfinished. But, I've
always had a fantasy about how it could have ended...
Going to neutral corners of the bed again, I tossed off my
T-shirt. The room's AC was not enough for the summer
heat or the heat of our match. Marcy, too, was getting quite
warm. She always wore over-sized tops; which was why her
looks were so deceiving. The pullover flopped to the floor,
and revealed Marcy's ample silky breasts, contained
only by a frail black lace bra. It was the one she wore to the
truth or dare party before. Tossing back her crimson hair,
she raises up and out-stretches her arms for me. For a moment,
I forget why we're coming together on this bed. I've
dreamt of holding this woman, caressing her skin, feeling
the touch of her lips. But, Marcy has not forgotten.
She dives at my waist and presses her soft shoulder into
my stomach, causing me to fall back onto the mattress as
she crashes down on top of me. Her body, already glistening
with a layer of sweat is cool against mine at first, but as
she presses herself against me, I can feel her warmth.
I roll aside, bringing my leg up and over her, reversing
our positions. Marcy is a good enough wrestler not to roll
onto her back and get pinned. Straddling her across her
soft, yet firm buttocks, I fall onto her, my chest pressing
against her back. Before she can throw me, I grapevine one
of her legs. As we struggle, my pelvis pushes against her
ass and she can feel my excitement through both sets of our
clothes.
We lie almost motionless for a moment, our grappling tense,
but not violent. Trying to half-nelson her arm, I lean forward
and breathe in her ear. She inhales sharply, as though I
had kissed her. Exhaling, I whisper, "No holds barred."
She laughs breathily and nods, managing this time to roll
me off. Before I can sit up, she presses her body across my
chest, flattening me to the mattress. Wriggling on top
of me, Marcy moves until we are belly-to-belly, and her
shapely legs have mine helplessly tied. With a seductive
grin, she unfastens her bra hook with her free hand, allowing
her soft bosom to smother my face. I struggle vainly, but
I nuzzle her breasts and suckle at one of her nipples, causing
her to moan; just slightly. Rolling my 'opponent'
onto her back, I free my hands and lock her left arm as I bend
down at continue to kiss her erected nipple.
But, Marcy's free hand has unbuttoned my shorts and
plunges inside. She finds her target and begins stroking.
I release her and fall onto my back. Marcy mounts me, maintaining
her 'hold' and continuing to stroke as she flattens
me to the mattress with her whole body. Countering, I reach
up through the leg of her shorts and stroke through her moistened
panties.
Her moans grow louder and more frequent, as her strokes
grow stronger. I can feel the tide rising in me and I now that
the end is near. I release her and pull away. Almost as a cue,
my sexual adversary slips out of her shorts and panties
as I let my shorts drop down my leg to the floor.
I return to her, but more aggressive, actually wrestling
with her to move her on the bed. Marcy fights me, but playfully.
I mount her and thrust inside, she arches back and gasps.
We start awkwardly, but soon we have our rhythm. The motion,
our breaths, the heat all building. I can feel the waves
building inside her. Then, suddenly, I pull her up to me
and lie back.
Marcy mounts me and rides until finally, I feel her shudder,
and only feebly cry out. As we expire, she collapses on top
of me and I hold her there. She's so soft, so warm. She
flips her hair back, leans down to me and kisses my cheek.
As she pulls away, I hear her whisper, "I win."
I felt no shame in being pinned, but when it happens to real,
we'll go 2 out of 3.
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