Chance Meeting part Three (by Paladin)

We met in the centre of the mat. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close enough to feel her chest rise against mine. I spun and lowered her to the mat and straddled her stomach. As I settled my butt she attempted a small bridge. I smiled, “what was that?”

She glared up at me, “I was trying to throw you off.”

“Not very hard.” I smacked her backside, “try harder.”

“Ummph.” This time she used her stomach muscles and legs to propel me upwards. I rode her up feeling the strength of her stomach muscles pressed against me. Then the delicious sensation of her collapsing back to the mat and me sinking deeper into her stomach. I looked at her for a long moment, “one,” I said.

She bridged again, higher this time. “Two.”

Three and four were fast bucks, one coming immediately after the other. Five was slower and deliberate as if she was seeing just how high she could lift me. I placed my hands on my hips trusting to my balance and her obvious inexperience. Six barely lifted me. “Not good enough, do it again,” I instructed her.

She placed her hands flat against the mat and bridged me properly five more times. At ten she lay gasping under me, “better than any gym ab workout,” she smiled.

“And much more enjoyable for me as well.” I got up and helped her up. As I did she caught me in a headlock and tried to twist around to trip me. I followed the motion letting her pull me down. We slumped to the mat and I felt her legs wrap around my waist. I rolled to my back and she quickly sat up on my stomach. I bridged lightly.

“One,” she said triumphantly.

I grinned and gave her two more before bucking and twisting. My blond yelped as she rolled onto her side. I pinned her wrists then sat just below her breasts, my shins resting along her forearms. Teasingly I wrote the numbers across her chest as I said them. She giggled and glared in equal parts.

“Would you like a rest?”

She gave a gentle buck, “I’m good to go.”

We caught at each other and rather than go for the pin I enjoyed the sensations of skin pressing against skin as we struggled for the upper hand. I pushed and rolled until I was lying on top of her. She giggled as I tried to capture her hands our position forgotten until I finally caught her wrists. 

“Uh darn it,” she smiled. “You got me again.”

I sat up, pulled her arms down by her sides and then pinned them there with my legs.

“This is different,” she said wiggling her fingers.

“Just watch,” I told her and shifted forward of her elbows so that I could take her wrists and pull them forward across my calves and press them down. “Leverage,” I told her.

“I’ll have to try that,” she replied as I counted.

I stumbled as we circled each other and this time she made sure I was pinned securely before counting. Her strong legs began pressing down across my biceps but at ‘three’ she slipped each leg forward then around, trapping my arms much as I had just done.

“I’m going to start counting again and this time you’re going to buck but you won’t get me off this time.”

She looked so pleased with herself that there was no way I could bring myself to unseat her. I bucked her enough to lift her up but not enough to unsettle her balance. By eight she’d let go of my wrists and had her fists planted firmly on her hips. I lifted her for ten.

“Stay up!” She ordered. “I want to see how strong you are.”

I grinned. My blond was not only proving to be strong and competitive but also inventive and more than willing to enter into the spirit of things. I’d never met a girl who had so quickly responded to this fetish.

I gritted my teeth and continued to hold her up. She slowly looked around, taking in the view as if nothing out of the ordinary was occurring. As if remembering I was there she looked down at me. “I could so get used to this feeling,” she told me.

Finally I dropped back to the mat. She shifted further forward onto my chest. “I can feel your breathing, lifting me up and down.”

“Is it a nice feeling?” I asked. 

She bit her lower lip, “it is. I don’t know why but it is.” She scratched my chest lightly with a nail. “Why don’t more women like this?”

“It’s not for everyone.”

“How did you know I would like it?” The nail continued it’s delightful scratching.

“You already had the right combination of strengths and they’re easy to see for anyone who takes the time to look. I didn’t know if you’d like it but once you’d committed to taking the chance I felt fairly certain that you would want to complete to the best of your ability.”

“And you definitely took the time to look didn’t you. I like that.” She smiled warmly as she got up.

“Last pin,” I warned her.

She laughed and leant forward giving me a wondrous view of her curves, “bring it.”

We tussled and she broke away. I tried to lock her up but she slipped past me.

“Ooh the big man can’t catch me!” She teased.

I stepped in too quickly for her to react and hip threw her to the mat. I let her drop with just enough speed to elicit a little squeal of fear then dropped onto her stomach. I landed with enough force to puff some air out of her. I placed my hands on her stomach, thumbs almost meeting in the centre of her toned midriff. I slid my hands up, loving the feel of her skin as my hands followed the curve of her stomach up to her ribs.

I continued to slide my hands up her ribs, adjusting my position as I did so that I wasn’t overbalanced or pressing too hard. My hands met the light satin of her bra and continued up and over, pressing lightly down as they passed over her cleavage. My blond lay unresisting under me but her breathing had quickened.

My hands slipped up her arms, pushing them up above her head where they met in a divers pose, palm on palm. By now I was looking directly into her eyes. The fire was there and more.

Just as slowly I drew my body up over hers. My groin pressed into her belly as I moved and her chest swelled as I swept up to her ribs. My breathing had quickened to match hers. The sensation of of moving up and over the satin was a burn that started low, ran it’s way up through my stomach and into my chest. The soft curves above her bra rose under me as I paused. Then I slid down till I stopped just before her chin. My legs rested along her arms and her face was beautiful framed between my thighs.

“I think you’ve won,” she whispered.

“No, not yet.”

My blond gave me a quizzical look.

“Count to ten,” I told her.

“One,” she kissed my left thigh. “Two,” she kissed the other, slower this time. “Three,” she returned to the other thigh and her tongue traced a path along my skin.

I shifted closer so that with each turn of her head and count her chin would draw itself across me. When my blond finally reached ten I had nearly run out of anything resembling control. She looked up at me with soft eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t want to win something else, I mean you have already ridden me?”

I laughed, “all I did was sit on your back as we rode up the elevator. I haven’t begun to ride you yet.”

“You could have both. I mean, I wouldn’t mind, you have beaten me after all. Aren’t I your pony slave now?”  

“Yes you are my pony slave.” I stood and let her draw my underwear down. She lay back down and waited for me to resume my seat high on her chest.

“What are you?” I asked.

She began plying her tongue softly around before she answered, “I’m your pony slave.”

“And what am I?”

Her tongue swirled around me and I gasped. “You’re my master,” she replied submissively.

This girl seemed to know exactly how to play her role. She was so willing to enter the fantasy that it would be impossible for me to have not to have accepted what she’d offered.

“Why am I your master pony slave?”

“Because you defeated me and conquered me in wrestling master. You pinned me to the mat and made me your slave after you’d ridden me” she smiled then returned to licking and kissing. 

I groaned as the fire grew within me. “Where is your rightful place pony slave?”

My blond looked up at me and smiled. “On my back with you sitting on me master or on all fours being your obedient pony or....”

“Or, pony slave?” I could barely get the words out my mouth was so dry.

“Or doing this master,” her mouth drew me in, slowly at first as I gasped and felt every muscle in my body tighten. Then more quickly, her lips, tongue and mouth demanding until I had no shreds of control left to hold onto.