Under the Boardwalk

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila wouldn’t say that she expected this date to get violent at some point, but she wouldn’t not say that, either. Conflict was the foundation for their relationship, whatever it was supposed to be, so she didn’t need to bust out the tarot cards to figure that this might be the case here, too. Somehow, she couldn't imagine any scenario with them that didn’t ultimately end with them on their backs, sweaty and bruised and maybe even bloody.

On the one hand, that likely wasn’t the sign of a sustainable relationship. On the other hand, Sheila wasn’t interested in thinking that far ahead in life. It suited her at the moment, and that was what mattered most.

She’d picked out this outfit for the occasion, wanting to see the reaction on Nerissa’s face when she pulled it off, and she wasn’t disappointed with what she got. Almost funny, considering they’d both seen each other in various stages of undress before this, and there weren’t any secrets left to shed, but even Sheila knew the wonders that you could pull off with the right look. There was absolute hunger in Nerissa’s eyes.

Sheila held her place as the woman came in and let her hands roam free, whispering heat into her ear and pulling at her waist. The contact was brief, but electric, and she felt the snake charmer’s touch long after it was gone. Her focus was taken away, though, as her date began to take off clothes, peeling out of her dress to reveal…

Nothing.

Nerissa naked might not have been anything new to Sheila, but this was no ordinary setting and she was no ordinary woman. Here, in the moonlight, she glowed. Shimmered. She looked like a goddamn goddess, and for once, Sheila was at a loss for words. She didn’t say anything. She didn't need to say anything. Instead, she strolled past Nerissa, idly slipping into the shadows of the boardwalk with a subtle sway of her hips, daring the woman to follow.

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So, it seems she managed to surprise Sheila. To the point that the blonde was literally speechless. On the one hand, it further inflamed the lust of the Native American woman, but on the other hand, the surprise on Sheila's face was damn cute. Still staring at her, Nerissa tried to guess how exactly Sheila would decide to continue this story. Sex or a fight. Or all together. There could be no other options.

It was a truly magical night. Yes, it all started with crazy sex between them and that's what connected them. But now they were both standing on a deserted beach in the moonlight. The ocean breeze pleasantly blew over Nerissa's skin, who was looking at the beautiful blonde in front of her with a twinkle in her eyes. Magic. It was real magic, no other way.

When Sheila silently slipped past her, Nerissa was forced to bite her lip. But, as she liked to say, sex is a lot like tango, and there is no clear leader in tango. So the Native American woman forced herself to take a deep breath and turned around, following her rival, wanting to find out what exactly her mysterious silence would lead to.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila scanned the area as she entered the shadows, taking stock of everything around them. For such a beautiful night, there weren’t too many people out, or maybe they were just all gathered in another area. A couple joggers, here and there. Some old man going around with a metal detector. A couple laying on blankets, just outside of the tide’s reach. Few enough people that no one seemed to notice the half-naked Australian and the full-naked Native American moving under the boardwalk. Small chance of lookie-loos.

One she was in the darkness, she took a moment to survey the general area, and nodded in approval. ”Yeah. Yeah, that’ll do.” She sauntered about, hands on hips, then spun around to Nerissa. ”Rules: Stay in the shadows. You fall out of them, ten count to get back in. Anything else goes. No pinfalls. Orgasm to win, and the winner…” Sheila chewed on her lips, mulling the possibilities for a moment, before she settled. ”Winner gets the loser for the night. Anything she wants.”

A little way for Sheila to even the scales after what happened with their last match. Not that she’d mind having a repeat of that outcome.

She moved over to Nerissa and pressed up against her chest, trusting that her meaning was understood. Even so, it wouldn’t hurt to get confirmation. ”Sound good?”

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Many people prefer to stay at home, afraid to even go to the grocery store. Nerissa followed Sheila, feeling nothing but anticipation. Now that she was completely naked, she felt more natural than ever. If she had her way, she would always fight naked. But, unfortunately, LAW management would hardly agree to add such a clause to her contract.

Finally, they reached probably the darkest place on the beach. Like the Australian woman, Nerissa looked around. Here they were completely hidden from prying eyes. The realization made the Native American woman shudder. Her eyes fixed on Sheila. She felt hungry, as if the wonderful salmon on the spinach pillow had been left in the distant past.

“How interesting...” after listening to the rules, Nerissa hissed.

At the same time as Sheila, she also took a step forward, as a result of which their breasts pressed into each other. The two women looked at each other as if they really intended to devour each other. The rules that Sheila proposed were very similar to a hentai POW match, with the only difference that they were not in the ring, but on the beach under the cover of night. Nerissa smoothly raised her right hand and pressed her index finger to the blonde's chin. There was a wide predatory smile on her lips.

“It sounds like someone likes being my personal slut...”

With that, her tongue ran over Sheila's lips, and then invaded her mouth uninvited. Snuggling closer to the Australian woman, Nerissa began an aggressive kiss, both exploring Sheila's mouth and not forgetting to bite her lips. She had waited too long for this moment and now she fully intended to enjoy her rival's body. First here, and then, after her victory, somewhere else.

[BlackAkuma]

This was one of the reasons - one of many - that Sheila was fond of Nerissa. It was rare for her to come across another woman with whom she was on the same wavelength, someone she could communicate and talk to on the same level. Most of her relationships had been short-lived because her partners couldn't keep up with her daily and were overwhelmed by her energy. They had some fun, peaked early, and it was all downhill from there, assuming they didn’t just fall off a cliff the day after.

Not with Nerissa. This was sustainable. They had a foundation worth building on. Whether they would or not was another thing, but the potential was there and strong.

Sheila held her ground as Nerissa came in and pressed their bodies together, their chests meeting like old friends, slipping and sliding along. This kiss that came in after her taunt wasn’t unexpected, but certainly welcomed, and the Aussie leaned forward to accept it, pulling her in for a tight embrace. Tighter. Tighter. She grew more forceful with each passing second, as she stepped over the boundaries between sensuality and savagery.

With a sudden rush, Sheila powered forward and rammed Nerissa’s back against the nearest peer, hitting with real, earnest force, never breaking their lovelock for a second. She planted her feet in the wet stand and tried to pin her there, while her arms roamed along her sides, trying to feel and experience every inch of delectable flesh she could find.

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Oh, that was Sheila Nerissa knew. Instead of responding in any way to the ridicule from the mouth of the Native American woman, the blonde only snuggled closer to her, deepening their passionate kiss. Feeling their breasts pressing into each other, Nerissa moved her shoulders slightly, thereby making their nipples touch several times even despite the fabric of the Australian woman's bikini top.

She took her finger away from Sheila's chin and instead ran her hands down her back, finding the ties of her bikini top. Smiling broadly through the kiss, Nerissa pulled the ties in different directions, thereby untying the knot. Just in time, because after a moment Sheila moved to more active actions, starting to push Nerissa back with force until her back crashed into a wooden pillar.

“Gggghhh!!!” The Native American woman groaned painfully through the kiss.

Sheila wasn't kidding. It wasn't a soft game where they could exchange endearments. Nerissa felt it in all its glory thanks to the pain in her back, as well as to Sheila's hands, which began to explore her naked body. The Native American woman definitely liked it. And she intended to make her move.

Raising her left hand higher, she was going to put it on the blonde's shoulder, and then take a sharp step to the right. Pushing her opponent, she wanted to literally swap places with her, ramming her into the wooden pillar. Yes, she had to break their kiss, but she was going to apologize for that. And she had no better way in mind than to send a hard right uppercut into the center of Sheila's stomach.

“Brings back memories, doesn't it?" She hissed, bringing her head closer to the blonde's neck.

As her right hand moved down to the Australian woman's bikini bottom, she bit into the velvety skin on Sheila's neck. Greedily sucking on this skin, Nerissa couldn't help but notice one very important thing. Sheila smelled good. The realization sent a pleasant shiver down the back of the Native American woman.

[BlackAkuma]

First point to her. Good.

Sheila wasn’t in the mood for some light moonlit romp in the sands, never the type to engage in some weak catfight. If they were going to do this, they were going to do it right - hard, unrelenting, unrestricted, just like they would’ve gone in the ring. She’d never figured Nerissa for the type to half-ass something, and as the woman roared back and began their fight in earnest, she was pleased to see she was right.

Sure enough, Nerissa came to life with a burst of energy as the switch turned in her head, seamlessly transitioning from passion to pain. The next thing the Wild One knew, she was spun about, her back hammered into the same space that her date had just occupied. Raw wood dug into her back, pricking her skin and forcing her to wince through her smile. She opened her mouth to retort, only to have it shut tight with a grimace when a stiff uppercut shot into ribs, hitting hard enough to tickle organs.

God, this woman was strong. Sheila swore, she could hit like a heavyweight when she wanted to. ”A few, yeah.” She had wheezing laugh. ”Think you can jog my memory some more.”

Nerissa proceeded to do that as she came in with a bite to her neck that forced a shrill shriek from the Italian. She writhed against her for a moment, her hips thrusting forward of their own accord, arching her back in agony and lust. Pain won through in the end, however, and she gave Nerissa a hard shove in the chest, freeing her neck and leaving reddened flesh in the wake. With some space created, Sheila reared back and let fly with an elbow, trying to strike the Native America clean in the face with a hellish blow.

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In a sense, everything has returned to normal. Yes, their visit to the restaurant was really wonderful, Nerissa sincerely liked it. However, Sheila was not the kind of woman she wanted to be nice to. Maybe from time to time, but definitely not on a regular basis. Besides, she was sure that the sky would collapse sooner than Sheila would want gentle sex. No. She needed something completely different. And the Native American woman intended to give it to her.

Digging her lips and teeth into the Australian woman's neck, Nerissa did not even try to be soft, Sheila's loud moan, filled with both pleasure and pain, was proof of this. Eagerly working on the blonde's skin, Nerissa also did not forget about the other things. Her right hand reached her rival's bikini bottom, but as soon as her fingers ran over Sheila's fabric-covered pussy, the blonde decided it was her time.

With a sharp movement, she pushed Nerissa away from her. And although the Native American woman tried to react by waving her left hand, she only grabbed her rival's bikini top. Now Sheila's breasts were exposed, but Nerissa did not have the opportunity to enjoy the sight because the next second the blonde's hard elbow crashed into her jaw.

“GGURRMHH!!”

Nerissa took two steps back, bending slightly forward at the same time. When she stopped, she covered her mouth with her left hand. Damn, that was a good shot. Looking at her fingers, she noticed a few drops of blood. At that moment, she shuddered. Her heart began to beat faster. She looked at Sheila, who was almost completely naked, and then ran her tongue over her fingers, tasting her own blood.

“All right, bitch...” she hissed, straightening up to her full height. “Let's have some fun!”

Running her hands over her naked body, Nerissa clenched her fists and rushed forward. However, instead of continuing to attack with punches, she intended to throw herself at Sheila's legs. Her plan was simple, but still effective, she was going to wrap her arms around both of the blonde's thighs and stand up to her full height to lift her above the sand. Turning to the side, Nerissa intended to send the Australian woman down with a classic double leg takedown!

[BlackAkuma]

With Nerissa being fully in the buff, Sheila was tempted to do the same, wanting to ensure they were even in every regard. She quickly discarded the notion, though, figuring it would be best to keep her bikini on. Not only did she like the look of it and want to show off a bit, but she also liked the idea of giving her paramour something to work for, clothing that she’d need to rip off if she wanted to get at her goods. The more work she could make Nerissa do, the better this would be.

She seemed to accept the challenge, too, as Sheila immediately noticed that her chest was exposed after she landed that elbow, her breasts free and bobbing from side to side. She brought her hands up to shove them back in on reflex before she decided better. The girls would be fine for a moment, while she focused on more pressing matters, like making the best of the window she’d created.

It was hard to see in the pale moonlight, but she was fairly sure she could see the faint glimmer of blood in the shadows - a minor milestone for her, being the first to shed, and a clear indicator for what sort of fight this would be. Not a catfight, but a battle with two lionesses, claws and all.

She could see it her eyes, glittering and gleaming through the shadows. Message received. ”Come the fuck on, then.”

And come the fuck on she did, rushing Sheila’s way with renewed energy. The Wild One brought her arms up in defense, expecting more punches to come her way, but it seemed her date had something trickier in mind - instead, she went low and took out her legs, bringing her crashing to the ground and creating an instant sand angel with the impact.

Not the most pleasant impact, but there were far worse things to land on than sand. Sheila gritted her teeth and fought back straight away as she tried to wrap her legs around the slender woman and capture her with a headlock, hoping to shot down whatever her plan was.

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Inflamed by lust and thirst for a fight, Nerissa rushed at the blonde as if it were a real match in front of thousands of spectators. Deftly grabbing Sheila's legs, she quickly knocked the Australian woman to the sand. She knew for sure that it wouldn't do Sheila any significant damage, but that wasn't Nerissa's goal, she had a plan. However... there are flaws in any plan.

Underestimating the blonde's zeal, the Native American woman did not expect Sheila to orient herself so quickly. Once they were on the sand, the Wild's legs wrapped around Nerissa's waist, while Sheila's arms wrapped around her head. It might not have been perfectly executed, but it was still a guillotine hold. Nerissa felt not only pain, but also breathing problems, which made her growl in annoyance.

Instead of trying to free herself from the hold as she would normally do in a match, she threw both hands at the blonde's breasts. Releasing her claws, Nerissa intended to dig into this juicy flesh. She was going to pinch Sheila's nipples between her fingers, and then tighten them to see how well the Australian woman would handle it and whether she could continue to hold Nerissa in place.