Bikini Strip Facesit Match: Sunny Soule vs. Esther Gates (D)

[Dubski]

Sunny was pushing herself up when she got a spank to her ass, sending her upright onto her knees again with a satisfied coo. "Oooo!" said Soule before giggling. But in a hurry, she felt one of her slim legs being grabbed as she was sent over onto her back, now pinned beneath Esther. She felt the warm chest and stomach of her newbie opponent pressed down on her, and while that felt wonderful, Sunny couldn't just let Esther get a pin like that. She needed to work harder for that.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

The kickout came in the form of Sunny pistoning out with one hand on Gates' chest and the other on her hip, flipping her away as she got her shoulder up. Moving to her side, she pouted at Esther. "What are you doing? If you wanted to get rough then, like, maybe just say something," said Soule, shaking her mess of hair out, sand particles flying. Then, she would get back to one knee. She wasn't sure what to do to attack Esther quite yet, especially since Gates seemed far more serious about it. She figured she'd let her opponent try something out now while she took the time to recover and stare at her hot little body she had on her, grinning.

[HotWheels]

For all Esther's trying to keep her head in the match, she had to admit that she liked the spanking of Sunny's rear as much as Sunny seemed to enjoy suffering the spank. Esther had always spanked people, but not often bare butts. She gave herself the briefest moment to appreciate it bouncing back after the smack before she rolled Sunny over onto her back and went for the pin, trying to forget about her own bare butt. And bare everything. Outside of the being a cool naked Amazon, anyway.

The nudity certainly made for a lot of skin-ship during the pin, and Esther fought back arousal at the feel of her bare breasts and their most excited features pressing down on Sunny's bare skin. Despite her doubts about the success of the pin, since she could not seem to bite off a single ounce of consistent momentum in this odd match, a part of the southerner wondered if, in Sunny's odd way, she might fall prey to the pin and just do everything imaginable to stop Esther from sitting on her. That seemed in character for the opponent she had known for about ten minutes now.

But, no, Esther didn't get the pin; she got a groped breast and a bunch more sand on her back as Sunny pushed her over. Starting to feel the sand getting where it didn't belong, Esther grumbled quietly to herself about her nude state. "Hot n' sexy badass Amazon," she said aloud to herself, though quietly, feeling the hot part in the sun as it started to weigh on her as the match drew longer. A heartbeat later, she sat up to see Sunny staring at her again. And grinning.

Esther lifted, planning on squatting but realizing that might show...more of her than she wished to show. She got on one knee instead and decided that this time, she might want Sunny to make the first move. Esther spread her arms, giving a full view of her chest as she did. "Come get rough then!", she offered, weighing the speed at which she could sling out an elbow.

[Dubski]

Sunny grinned broadly as she watched Esther, then shrugged her shoulders at the suggestion that she get rough--a sign of Esther's now increasing bravado with the decreased clothing. "Well... okay. But I think you may get like, surprised," said Soule jokingly. She could see how Esther was trying to psyche herself up and was now cautious against her. It probably wasn't the wrong call--most people wizened up to Sunny's rather coy style of fighting eventually. That didn't mean that Sunny was without her trickery yet.

As Esther was holding her arms out, Sunny rolled forward to close the gap between them. As she went to sit back up, Esther's elbow shot was coming, but Soule expected a grab or something along those lines and immediately flattened back at the first sign of movement! Then, the athletic and flexible blonde would roll back onto her shoulders and then kick her legs off to the side before clapping them together, smashing Gates' head with her legs and then latching on a headscissors as she reclined back, smiling up at her lavender-haired opponent. "Is this rough enough? Or do you like, need more?" teased Sunny, sitting up on her elbows as she regarded her opponent from her position, yanking up higher so Esther would have to be in an awkward state between standing and kneeling.

[HotWheels]

Esther felt herself slowly slipping into that Michael Keaton Batman mode (she liked those movies) of putting on such a brave act that she would start screaming you wanna get crazy!? Let's get crazy! and wielding her own boobs against Sunny. This match already felt crazy, so why the hell not!? Esther borderline felt like she had nothing to lose in this primal, nude state of battle they had entered, so she did want to just throw caution to the wind and see if she couldn't flatten Sunny with one big counter. She had a little more of a read on what Sunny could do now, so she offered herself up, ready to deck her, pump her fists, and try to end this. And maybe smack Sunny on the ass one more time.

Sunny rolled. Okay, she could deal with that. Rolling meant she had to come up eventually or risk presenting herself an easily targeted ball of flesh, so Esther rocked back an inch until the propped on one foot and her toes instead of one knee. When Sunny emerged from the roll, she popped forward, ready to unleash an elbow straight into her jaw. Except Sunny never truly emerged from the roll in a way to give Esther a chance to strike her. She struck, but a forearm brushed Sunny's bare breast, and Esther fell forward onto her knees.

She was forced to watch as Sunny's legs spread better than a gymnast, and in a much more explicit display, before both of those legs crashed into either side of her head.

If Esther had not been turned on before, the athletic display the view she now had of Sunny's snatch and the rest of her lithe body beyond as it stretched out to keep her ensnared in the headscissor definitely got to her. Esther, her wild look abandoning her in favor of one that indicated her broad concern, almost staggered back into the sand on her butt as she reached to grip at Sunny's long legs, but Sunny did not let her fall, keeping her partially upright in the headscissor. "S...shit!" Esther wavered before getting onto her knees again at the beckon of Sunny's legs.

Her moans probably made it evident that she didn't have much of an answer.

[Dubski]

Sunny Soule's strong legs had found themselves right where she wanted them: wrapped around her newbie opponent's head, starting to squeeze as she tugged at her to keep her off-center. It was a simple hold, but one that was very effective, and surely capable of allowing the Breezy Blonde the control she wanted.

Propped up on her elbows, she contently watched Esther struggle while the crowd cheered on Sunny's hot display. Grinning still, Soule said teasingly, "So like... Are you enjoying the view from there?" She laughed and then winked at Gates.

"I've got another good view for you though..." taunted Sunny biting her tongue briefly. Then, she moved her hips to one side before twisting them and her whole body, trying to send Esther's head and the rest of her body around and over as well. Sunny would land on her front while Esther's head would be spiked directly into the sandy mat, aiming to really rattle and stun her opponent with the flashy maneuver!

[HotWheels]

Esther prided herself on the strength that had made her so good on the farm and in the rodeo and when punks wanted to act like they could bully her both back home and in her old promotion. But that strength could not pry apart the snaring legs of a woman with legs that most women would die for if they had a choice. Esther, starting to feel desperate as she struggled in the headscissor (a fact her face continued to fail to hide), moaned and groaned and pulled at Sunny's thighs with both hands until veins bulged from her biceps to her forearms to her hands. But Sunny was just holding her there, looking like she didn't have a care in the world while she rendered Esther's face red from more than just the pressure.

She still taunted her, too. Esther didn't much care given the pressure and uncomfortable position. Deciding that enough power and pride would not get her free, Esther finally stopped pulling and reeled a fist back that she planned to send into Sunny's hips, but she didn't get that chance. Not understanding immediately what Sunny was doing, Esther watched her flick her body to the side, and she tried again to pry with her hands before that prying became a desperate attempt to hold on with the same anxiety that one held onto a roller coaster. "No," a flustered Esther started to plead, but the yank on her neck stopped her.

At risk enough neck pain to feel like she had been beheaded, Esther had no choice but to let Sunny's legs drag her head-first into the sand. She tried to catch on her hands, but that barely broke her fall. If she had been capable of much thought when she hit, Esther might have thought that having her head spiked into the sand felt like having a bag of sand fall on her head. But the dazed beauty just slumped where Sunny's legs left her, sagging over on her knees and shoulders.

[Dubski]

Sunny's powerful hips and legs did all of the work for her as the Hawaiian had sent Esther toppling onto her head in a modified piledriver soty of maneuver. While Gates was laying in the sand, her perky butt sticking in the air as she was in pain, Sunny was laying on her front, smiling brightly as shr propped her head up in her hands for a wonderful photo op, looking like she was having a blast.

Shortly after that, Sunny pushed herself up, her brushing off her sandy body as she got to her knees, looking back. "Babe, you like, definitely shouldn't have asked me to get rough," said Sunny, scooting around to behind Esther, grabbing hold of the newcomer and pulling her back up onto her knees.

"So like... I don't think you can handle that, so maybe we just go back to what I wanted? Definitely take my lead here..." elaborated the Breezy Blonde as she held Esther back against her close, the Hawaiian's breasts pressing into the back of her opponent. One hand snaked around to grasp one of Esther's full breasts, giving it a firm squeeze as she began to massage it. Her other hand would then move to her abs, feeling up her toned muscles. Sunny cooed softly as that hand slid down her body to give a strong squeeze on her thigh. Then, her hand would slide to Esther's crotch, starting to rub her muff slowly.

It was time for Soule's pace now, as she had her stunned opponent precisely where she wanted her, and she loved feeling that wonderful body of Esther Gates now.

[HotWheels]

Esther's head hurt.

For all the pride she took in the toughness of her body, built by years of hard work that she had never shied from, she didn't much like taking hits to the head. Those hits worried her a lot more than a shot to the ribs or a bent knee, because she had gotten herself hurt and come back from worse than those injuries. Hits to the head caused a lot less obvious damage. Esther, slumped in the sand, hoped that the one she had just taken hadn't caused too much. Logically, of course, she figured that the throbbing was the kind to stop in a few seconds, but that throbbing was enough to keep her face-down in the sand, not acknowledging that it tickled her nose.

Trying to pull herself back up, she didn't pay much attention to what Sunny said until Sunny did the job of pulling her up, and even then, she only raised a palm to her forehead to get rid of the ringing. Kept her eyes closed, even. At this point, Sunny was probably just going to try to turn this match into a giant sandy orgy (with two people) anyway by the sound of what she proposed, so she didn't even know if there was anything to defend herself from while she teetered on her knees. Oh yeah, and she was naked. The struggling had made her forget that part.

Sunny's probing hand did not as it took a handful of her breast. "Nnnguh..." came Esther's very adept, moaned answer. Why was her body like this? Why did it need to be that way right now? Esther brought up a hand to take Sunny's off, but that flew out the window when a hand brushed her abs. She liked being touched in the stomach; she had worked hard on those abs, after all. For a moment, Esther completely lost all idea of the situation as the hand went from abs to thigh to-

A button she didn't expect to have pushed today. It made her jolt despite her lustful, drowsy state, and after a more squeaked moan than the last, Esther brought both of her hands to the one probing between her legs with plans to remove it. "I'm not that easy...to give you all that freedom yet," she breathed, sounding not entirely convincing. The hand on her breast could stay, she supposed.

[Dubski]

Sunny was ready to see just how far she could go before Esther would either give in or stop her--and much to the One With The Sun's disappointment, Esther grabbed hold of Sunny's hand that was hovering over her crotch with both hands to stop her. Pouting, Sunny clicked her tongue, continuing to grab and squeeze and play with the nipple she had captured in her hand.

"Mmm... Babe... Come on. I can tell you don't really want to stop me, do you?" asked Sunny, starting to grind her body against Gates' toned body. Then, Soule leaned in close, giving Esther's neck a long lick to her ear. Then, she starts to suck and nibble on the lobe, pampering Esther with affection from her mouth. She wanted to see if she could break down that resistance from her foe in the best way that she could.

[HotWheels]

Nine times out of ten...okay, more like five times out of ten, since she wouldn't exactly delve into this sort of action in a restaurant or walking down the street, Esther would have been completely receptive to everything Sunny offered. She seemed pleasant enough (if a little spacey), she was sexy, and Esther could think of a lot of ways that the flexibility could factor in as part of the fun. But out here on this beach, in this official match, with the attention of the crowd? "I wanna...win!" was what she wanted, and she breathed it out through half-moans as she tried to hold Sunny's probing hand at bay.

Probing hand, eliminated. The other hand still kneaded her breast, but that she could take. The tongue on her neck and lips on her ear, however, the lavender-haired beauty did not expect, and her quiet moan likely testified. "Okay...okay..." Esther tried to pinch her neck to the side to stop Sunny, but that plan didn't help, either. Her head hurt less now, and with her senses coming back to her (the ones not connected to her crotch or nipples, anyway), and Esther thought it sounded a good idea to just throw her weight back, trying to drop her butt on top of Sunny and let her weight keep the ravenous blonde under control.