From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Wrestling Partner (MF, bd, cons)
Date: 22 Sep 1996 14:49:50 GMT

			  Wrestling Partner

	I work for a computer firm in Seattle. The area is beautiful,
nice and green from all the rain we get up here. I like it here, but
being a single male in a neighborhood full of families, it gets pretty
boring too. One Friday night not too long ago, I decided to go out
instead of staying home. There's a sports bar near my house; I figured
if nothing else, I could go watch the Mariners lose.

	I walked into the bar... the place was crowded... people were
everywhere... women... men... some attractive... some not so
attractive... some... oh never mind. When from across the room a
woman approached me... a gorgeous woman with nice, firm boobs, tight
ass accented by the short skirt she was wearing, high cheekbones, blue
eyes, long dark hair, about five-foot-eight or so. I could tell she
was ready for some action. Our eyes met... I knew this was the woman
I'd been waiting to meet for so long... she said, "What'll you have to
drink?"

	After ordering a beer, I sat down to watch the Mariners. Sure
enough they were losing (8-0 in the fourth inning) and things were
getting ugly. People were yawning (the few who were watching the
game)... it was obvious they had decided the game was over. I noticed
a phone number etched in the table. It said, "For a good time, call
Bubbles 679-8075."

	Then I suddenly realized that was the phone ##for the local
bottled water company. Someone trying to get free advertising. "What's
this world coming to," I thought.

	Other than the game, not much was happening, outside of the
fight going on in the other room, some drunk guys singing college
fight songs in time to the disturbance, a few others placing bets on
how bad the Ms would lose, and guys trying to hustle women. In other
words, just a typical night. I decided to leave, and as I was walking
out, the waitress said, "Come again." I thought, "heh-heh, that what's
he said ar ar ar."

	I decided to check out another bar that featured female mud
wrestling, definitely a spectator sport that's more entertaining than
baseball. No "three strikes you're out" stuff here.

	After paying a hefty fee, I walked in and got a table near the
front. There was a big pit, and they were starting to pour dirt in...
then some water... yep mud all right.

	Then two women approached and started going at it.

	After they stopped slugging each other, they got into the pit.
They started wrestling in the goo... pretty soon they were covered
with it. "All right," I thought, "this is gonna be good!" Well, the
mud started flying and I thought "someone's gonna get hit." At that
moment, I heard a loud SPLAT! I looked down and my shirt was covered
with mud. I wasn't too happy at the thought of driving home with a
muddy shirt and having to clean off all that sludge. YECCH!

	The two women stopped and ran over to me. Both of them were
pretty good- looking; one of them was in her twenties, brown hair,
decent looking body. She told me to go in the backroom, where she
helped me clean off some of the larger mud patches. She said she had
to go back out front, but asked me to wait for her back there. About
ten minutes later, the "match" was over and she returned.

	"Hi," she said, "My name is Lori. But my friends call me
Lori."

	I excused her lack of intelligence as an occupational hazard
and we exchanged in small talk for awhile. I asked her if she needed
to go back out front, but she shook her head. "My partner Janice isn't
feeling too good, so we stopped. Besides, I kinda like talking to you
better." Needless to say, I was feeling better about getting the mud
on my shirt! It quickly became obvious there was a mutual attraction
(either that or I was just horny).

	I decided to take this floozy, er I mean lady home.

	After she cleaned up, the drive took about fifteen minutes.

	When we got there, the house had a definite feel to it. I
would describe the atmosphere as late sixties poverty. Kinda reminded
me of the place I had in college... what made me feel especially
nostalgic was the lack of furniture. I noticed she also had exquisite
taste in beverages.

	"Want some Annie Green Springs wine?" she asked.

	I hadn't had any for years. In fact, the stuff was so bad I'd
always thrown up every time I'd drank it in the past. I tasted it...
yep stuff still tasted awful.

	"So, how long you lived here," I asked. "Oh, about six months.
I'm thinking about getting furniture so when my friends come over,
they don't have to sit on the floor," she said. Good idea, I thought.
"Yeah, I like it here. There's some privacy so when I walk around
naked, nobody's watching. Though that might be kinda fun, knowing
someone's watching me!" I almost spilled my drink when she said that.

	She must have noticed because she smiled and said, "I grew up
in a liberal family. We believed nudity was natural and that sex was
also a natural thing. I had my first experience at sixteen... it was
wonderful... I saw a dog." She put her hand on my arm and said "I
believe sex can be the most beautiful thing two people can give to
each other." She moved towards me. "Ouch!" she suddenly exclaimed.
"What's wrong?" I asked. "Oh, just an old roller derby injury. My arm
gets stiff every once in awhile."

	"That's not the only thing stiff right now," I thought to
myself, while pondering what she meant by an old roller derby injury!
"Anyway," she continued, "when I saw you walk in tonight, you struck
me as the type that would understand that. And when we accidentally
flung that mud at you, I figured that would be a good time to break
the ice. In fact, let me take that shirt off you and put it in the
washer." Before I knew it, she had my shirt off and was running her
fingers up and down my chest.

	The room was spinning (must've been that cheap wine!). I had
an idea of what would happen next, but I was too startled to do
anything. Maybe it was the cold floor, I don't know. All of a sudden,
she took her shirt off, saying that way we were even. She was
beautiful (and her boobs weren't bad either). She had on a black lace
bra, which accentuated her light body even more. I felt the room
getting hotter, my blood pressure going up higher, and I started
breathing harder. She must have noticed, because she whispered in my
ear in a sexy voice, "You must not be feeling well. I know how I can
make you feel better."

	"What a line," I thought, but at that point I didn't care. She
took my hand and led me into her bedroom. Fortunately, it was well
furnished, but the "1989 Telemarketer of the Year" award sitting on
the shelf didn't make me feel any better.

	By this time, I had all these questions in my head. How can
this woman be so mature about sex and at the same time be such an
idiot? Why isn't the front room furnished? How did she get all these
strange jobs? Where the hell is this story going? I quickly forgot all
these questions when she reached over and gave me one of the wettest
and slow kisses I've ever had. I felt all inhibitions melt as she
lowered her hands and undid my pants and underwear."Oh, you have a
nice one." she said. "Let me show you what I have." She undid her bra
doing a slow striptease.

	Then off came her pants and panties. She was indeed quite
beautiful naked, even if she had no brains.

	I walked over to her and we fell down together on the bed. "I
don't go chasing after guys very often. Only about once a week or so."

	"Uh-oh," I thought, "what if she has a STD? Oh, SHIT, I don't
have any rubbers." Just then, she pulled out a package of condoms, a
brand I'd never seen before. "GLOW IN THE DARK condoms," said the
package. "All my lovers use these," she said. "That way, they can see
their way to the bathroom after we finish!" There were different
colors... red, white and blue, orange, etc. I chose green, after all
I'm Irish.

	After putting the condom on, I noticed her starting to chew
some gum.

	I ignored this and started kissing her, first on her lips,
then her chin, then her neck.

	As I started down her neck, she threw the gum away. I ducked
to avoid being hit by the gum and then continued my way down her
valley of loveliness. I spent some time playing with her beautiful
breasts... licking and sucking them. From her moans of pleasure, it
was obvious she enjoyed what I was doing. I really enjoyed playing
with her nipples. What momentarily distracted me was the tattoo of the
state of Oregon on her left breast. I have fond memories of my days
in Oregon and I started getting sad that they had to end. But I
quickly remembered my real reason for being there and continued on.

	I continued on down her body (can you actually believe I'm
writing this trash?) until I arrived at her beautiful pussy. It was
nice and hairy, just the way I like them. She moaned her approval, as
I started tonguing her. I felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter...
she was moving and gyrating every which way, but loose! I felt her
come and then she pulled my face up to her and she said, "put it in."

	I wasn't sure what "it" was, but I found out as soon as she
grabbed my cock and eased it into her cunt. It felt so nice and
slippery. We soon began a steady rhythm, in and out... in and out...
well, you get the picture. I was real hot by this point, so I knew I
wouldn't hold out very long. I felt myself about to come, I yelled out
and she did the same. "AHHHH... OHHHHHH... CHEEEEESSSSEE (so I talk
funny when I come, you wanna make somethin' out of it, bucko?).

	After I came, we held each other. I decided to use the
bathroom. Yes, the "glow in the dark" condom did help me see. But not
well enough unfortunately. She forgot to tell me about the box in
front of the bathroom that she hadn't put away. I fell over it with a
loud thump. "Oops, sorry," she said.

	After I'd finished my business in there, I limped back into
bed. I finally summoned up the courage to ask her how she got into mud
wrestling. "Oh, I just kinda fell into it," she sighed. "Besides, I
meet some really interesting people this way. Last week, I met this
guy who had a ten-inch dick and... " I quickly interrupted her,
because I didn't want to hear the rest of that story! So we lay there
and drifted off to sleep.

	I awoke the next morning, she cooked me breakfast (did a good
job, too!), then I went home to reflect on the night before. I still
see Lori once in awhile, though now I'm chasing after an aerobics
instructor at my gym who keeps promising me the "ultimate workout."
She hasn't told me what she means by that, but she has been real nice
to me lately! But I know any time I want to get "down and dirty," I
can still look up Lori.

	"TIE YOU WHICH WAY?"

	I consider myself a good looking guy, mid thirties, decent
job, and I occasionally catch the eye of the ladies. But I definitely
wasn't prepared for Stephanie.

	Stephanie is a cute lady also in her thirties, tall (5'10"),
great figure (works out a lot), long dark brown hair, tight boobs and
butt, and probably has one of the sweetest dispositions of anyone I
know. She also enjoys some unusual indoor activities, as I quickly
found out.

	We met through a mutual friend. I really wasn't looking to get
involved at the time; I'd run the gamut of singles clubs, ads, bars,
failed relationships, and I was sick of the whole thing. Though I
value friendship first in a relationship, I was at the point where a
quick fling was looking real good!

	A mutual friend named Joan asked me to meet them one night at
a local restaurant. Steph had recently broken up with someone and was
feeling rather depressed about it. When my friend told me this, I
tried to beg off, I mean I'm not good at mending broken hearts (mine
or someone else's), but she said, "No, I think you two would be good
for each other. Besides, I've told Stephanie all about you and she
really wants to meet you!"

	"Oh God. Another blind date to wrangle out of," I thought.
"Let's see, what excuse can I use this time?" Since I couldn't think
of any and resisting the urge to strangle her, I finally agreed to
meet them. I got to the restaurant and was very pleasantly surprised
when I met Stephanie. She looked real cute in her business suit.

	She said, "So you're John, I've heard some good things about
you." I said, "well, Joan tends to exaggerate now and then, but I
always enjoy hearing things like that." Joan rolled her eyes and said,
"Oh brother! I'm gonna get a drink."

	"Oh great," I thought. "Now I'm stuck with something to say.
Let me see, uh, hey how about them Lakers. Naw probably not a sports
fan. Come here often? no, that line went out with Nixon. What's your
sign? Naw, probably not into astrology." Sweat began to form on my
forehead... I had to think of something to say. "Uh, that's a cute
coat you're wearing. Where did you get it?" She smiled, obviously
finding this as awkward as I did. "Oh, there's a great clothing store
near where I live where I got it."

	Then, I asked the next famous question (no, not that one. I
barely knew her at this point!) "What kind of work do you do? "Oh, I
work as a training coordinator for Miliken Systems. I do training
classes."

	"Oh, how neat," I said. "Now, I can let her talk," I thought.
She talked about her job and after a few minutes, we were engaged in a
lively conversation.

	Finally, I asked her what had happened with her ex-boyfriend.
I mean, she was quite attractive and intelligent, and I didn't want to
pry, but I mean, her ex was a fool for letting her go.

	"Well," she said, we just had too many differences."

	I said, "that's too bad."

	"It happens," she said.

	So we continued talking and discovered we shared some common
interests and made plans to get together. I looked over at the bar and
saw Joan smiling at us. I had to admit, she was probably right about
us getting along.

	So we went out two or three times and had a great time. Then,
one night after we'd gone out, she invited me in (well dragged me in.
I'm rather shy! :-)) her place. Things got hot and heavy after that...
suffice to say I spent the night there and was treated to some
wonderful sex. God, that was nice. The next weekend, we were together
again and we were cuddling in her bedroom. I figured the next step
would be another round of fucking, when all of a sudden she said, "tie
me to the bed!" I said, "Huh?" She looked straight at me and said in a
sexy voice, "I want you to tie me up. I really get off on that.
There's some rope in the drawer."

	"But I don't even know Boy Scout knots," I said. "Don't worry.
I'll show you," she said. "oh god, what have I gotten myself into? Oh
well." I thought, as I got the ropes out. I gotta admit, there was a
look of lust in her eyes and I felt myself getting excited.

	The ropes were real long and I was scratching my head,
figuring out which end was which. Panic quickly filled my mind. "hey,
hon," she said, "let me try it on you first."

	Uh-oh, I thought. What had I gotten myself into with this
woman? I always wanted women who were wholesome, the kind that married
dear old dad, that cooked you brownies, gave you back rubs, and oh
sorry I forgot it's the nineties. Women like that don't exist anymore!

	Anyway, she tied this wild looking knot around my wrists, that
was real hard to undo. "This is the kind I like and it's not that
hard to do, but once it's done, IT'S DONE!! Now I hope you learn
quick, because I want you to do that to me!"

	So I took her arms and started to tie her wrist to the
bedpost. I did remember most of what I was supposed to and managed to
tie both her arms up. I started to walk away, and she said, "hey come
back here. You forgot my legs!" "Oh yeah. right." I said and I tied
her legs to the bedposts.

	This had the potential to turn into something fun. I repressed
an evil laugh as I thought of other things I could do to her. Hmmmm,
any feathers, whips, or rubber snakes around?

	"Hey Stephanie, what do I do with you now?" I asked in a
half-mocking tone. "You don't have any TOYS lying around that we could
play with, do you?"

	"Check the middle drawer," she said. So I opened it, expecting
to find a rubber ducky or inflatable pool toy (POOL TOY, not PULLTOY!)
What I saw in there blew my mind. All kinds of leather thingies, some
vibrators, but no rubber snakes. OH DARN! I pulled out this cute
feather boa. "Now run that all over my body." she said, "mmmmmm" I
heard her moan as I ran the boa across her. I noticed her nipples
standing on edge and just a faint tinge of wetness on her cunt. I did
this a few times and she shivered every time I did that.

	I went back to the drawer and found her collection of
vibrators. I chose one to use on her. I think it was a Panasonic or
Oster or something you could get at K-Mart. I'll bet they never
intended for people to use it this way, heh-heh.

	I turned it on and repeated the process, using the vibrator to
go around and around her beautiful body, around her nipples, up and
down her torso, her legs, and oh yes, her cunt which was soaked at
this point. I could tell she was getting frustrated, so I asked her
how she was doing.

	"I'm fine. In fact, I'm wonderful!" she sighed. I was really
starting to enjoy this. To have a beautiful woman at your mercy has
got to be one of the ultimate male ego trips. I felt she was getting
too hot, so I went out to the kitchen and got some ice cubes out of
the fridge to "cool her down." I rubbed the ice over her nipples and
down her body towards her cunt.

	"OOOOHHHHHHHH," she screamed, "it's so cold."

	"Well, I had to cool you off a little. I don't want you
getting too hot too soon!" I said.

	I noticed that I was getting real hot too. My cock had "risen"
to the occasion, and I wasn't sure how much more of this I could
handle before I just jumped on top of her. So I decided to play with
her some more. I started kissing her forehead, playing with her hair,
playfully biting her earlobes, breathing into her ears (this got her
so excited she almost broke her ropes).

	I then moved down to her nipples. They looked so hard they
probably hurt. I pulled at them just a little and gently nibbled on
them with my teeth. Stephanie moaned her approval and I moved down her
body. I looked at her face right before I dove in on her pussy; she
looked completely enraptured by what I was doing.

	I flicked my tongue around her pussy, starting right above it,
then moving to her upper thighs, then back to her pussy... around and
around I went, brushing against her lips and clit. I did this for a
few minutes.

	Then I decided to take pity on her. After all, she'd been such
a good sport about this. I couldn't deny her one good orgasm after all
this time. Or could I? I pondered this and the fact my dick was
pounding.

	I decided to hell with it. I untied her legs and her arms and
fell on top of her. Her pussy was so wet it gobbled my cock up in
about three seconds and she grabbed me with all her might. God, it
felt so good! She grabbed me so hard I thought my back would be
broken. We were screwing so hard and so fast, I knew I'd come within a
few seconds, but I didn't care! I felt my cum spurt out into her hot
cunt... I think she came right after that, but I was too far gone to
tell. We probably woke the neighbors with our screams, but it was
worth it!

	Afterwards, she told me it was one of her best "scenes" ever
and that she was going to enjoy teaching me how to play with her.

	After all, even though I was the "master" and she was my
"slave", she was the one who decided how far things would go. We made
love two more times that night, but what I remember most is her warm,
tender embrace while we lay together.

	Since then, we've grown closer and closer and I'm thinking of
asking her to move in with me. Whenever we're together now, she almost
always is nude (she obeys my orders without question :-)) and we
always have hot sessions both with and without the rope-tying!

	She says, some night she's going to turn the tables on me! I'm
not so sure about that, since I prefer being the one in control. She
says she loves being "my playmate" after having to work hard all day
and be responsible for others. It's absolutely fantastic to be with a
woman who adores me, cooks me brownies, and gives me the most
incredible backrubs. She may not be the type of woman that married
dear old dad, but three out of four ain't bad!