Not a Walk in the Park: Blaise Cameron vs Cathy Jefferson

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Left gasping and feeling nauseous after the punishing knee drive to her solar plexus crushes the air from her lungs, Cathy feels strong arms wrap around her waist and is suddenly upended, feeling her panicking body locked belly-to-belly with her male opponent's. Realising she's being lined up perfectly for a potentially devastating tombstone pile-driver, the wrestling cowgirl makes the only reactive move possible, wrapping her slick, strong thighs around Blaises's head, drawing his face into her bikini bottoms while simultaneously she wraps her arms tight as possible around the young man's waist.
Praying she's done enough to forestall the drop, not least because Blaise now risks getting a severe neck wrench in dropping her due to the pressure her lithe thighs have begun exerting on his head and neck...

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise has the girl secured in place, trying not to think too much about the positioning, nor the feel of her trim body against his. Instead of dwelling on the feel of her perky breasts or her toned belly, or the notion that her face is all but pressed against his hips, he's trying to focus on securing a win over her. So he marches her towards the center of the ring, where she'll have no ropes to use to break the three-count...

Her legs lock around his neck, surrounding him in her inviting thighs. His face is pressed against her hips. Her arms wrap around him, and they stand in the middle of the ring, hugged sensually to one another. The struggle to focus on only delivering the hit and pinning her down is all but lost. The squeeze is rough, but he's returning it, grinding her belly and breasts to his torso in what's becoming an inverted bearhug. But in that position, he can't resist starting to nuzzle into her, teasing against her bottoms.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Cathy senses a stay of execution as Blaise continues holding her inverted above the canvas which suits her just fine as she needs to catch her breath after the knee she received to the stomach. As they stand locked together she feels him starting to nuzzle his face closer and starts to wonder absently if there's another way she can weaken his resolve sufficiently to retake the initiative. He's a warm-blooded male in his prime after all and Cathy has plenty experience of bending men like that to her indomitable will. Making a decision, without relinquishing the tight hold she has on the young man's torso she lets her hand drape casually across his wrestling trunks, checking for any signs of life down there.

[CyanDimitrik]

Such an effortless thing, seeking those signs of life. Blaise has been grappled with and wrestling against Cathy, a beautiful, tanned, athletic American girl for the past several minutes. All that should be needed in this position is to simply open her eyes, really. And at the feel of her hand draping, his nuzzling turns a little more firm and insistent, less subtle and tentative. He's in no rush to end this exchange or get out of this compromising position with her.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Discovering clear, unmistakable signs of life inside her opponent's trunks Cathy whispers, "now, why am I not exactly surprised?!"

Their positioning in this inverted bearhug, bellies and chests pressed tight to each other's body, faces close to each other's crotch is more than suggestive of an act that the blonde is very familiar with. Deciding to take things a stage further, she begins nuzzling Blaise back, still determined to get out of his clutches but not in such a hurry any more. 'Lets see how long you can hold my full weight up like this... when your mind's on other things and your blood's rushing urgently to the other place it needs to go..." she thinks, smiling a little mischievously to herself.

[CyanDimitrik]

It's an insidious plot, and not at all undeserved. Blaise did kind of instigate it, after all. And when she begins nuzzling back, teasing, his arms double up the tightness around her waist to really grind her bare stomach into his pecs. His own nuzzling becomes more aggressive, spurred by the reciprocation. She's not wrong - his mind is elsewhere. Specifically, on the beautiful blonde gripped in his arms, the feel of her body against his, and what she's doing.

It doesn't take long. He begins lowering to the mat, gradually inching to his knees. Then he carefully leans forward before just dropping the remainder of the short distance to land Cathy flat on her back. The position would still be intact, only with his bodyweight pressing over her, more comfortably brushing his body over hers - his abs pushing to her breasts, his chest grinding over her abs, his hips stroking against her face. He could technically start counting it as a pin, but he's really not concerned with that right now.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Cathy moans softly as Blaise gently lays her down on the floor while continuing to nuzzle into her, abs pressing down on her taut breasts, hips grinding in her face. The cowgirl can't deny she finds the close pressure enjoyable being bi herself, and often having experienced an erotic frisson as she's locked up intensely with another wrestler in the ring.

Then there's the H-matches she participates in, of course... Cathy remembers his earlier comments and she wrinkles her nose, a wry smile on her face as she reminds him. "What was it you said about the hentai stuff? Chicks losing their clothes and going at it in a ring. That ain't wrestling. S'just.. porn. Well if that's porn, what do you make of this?" she laughs, burying her face deeper in the young man's crotch while grasping hold of his torso with both hands. With her grip anchored securely in at least three places, Cathy kicks out suddenly in an effort to reverse their positions, hoping to catch Blaise by surprise and turn him on his back while his attention's on other things!

[CyanDimitrik]

"This," Blaise says, only briefly pausing the nuzzle to muse despite himself, "is.. like.. the weirdest date ever." If it were a date. But it's like a date, because there are ostensibly romantic elements involved now. He's given himself a little verbal wiggle room. Who cares, he has a sexy country girl pinned beneath him. He gets back to nuzzling her, increasing the pressure when she grips onto him with her hands.

In a flash, they're reversed! Blaise is lying on his back and Cathy is lying overtop him. So he returns the favor, arms squeezing around her waist to keep her toned belly pulled hard against his bare chest, hips lifting to grind into her face. No, he doesn't care that he could be considered being pinned right now. At least, not yet. The contact with the blonde is intoxicating.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Cathy senses that Blaise is not fighting as hard as at the beginning and she continues playing right into his hands as she sees it letting her body drape over his although, to be fair, he's effectively squeezing her down on top of him like toothpaste from a tube any case.

Without warning, the cowgirl changes the pace altogether as she snaps her legs far apart, bracing them against the canvas while she grips the young man as tightly as she can. After making sure his shoulders are flat to the mat, her cheek presses down on him, face turned sideways on to allow him to hear her next utterance clearly enough: "One!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise is squeezing fairly hard, it's true. The nuzzling isn't too gentle at this point either. No, he's not fighting her - not in the sense that would be conducive to changing this predicament, anyway. And as her head turns to press her cheek in, he can feel her body adjusting over him.

Oh, it's a struggle to care. It's a struggle he's losing. The intimate position with the country girl, with her lying atop him, is ecstasy. And when he hears her start the pin, his mind goes in a different direction than the urge to break the hold on him. No, he wants to stop the pin via distraction. That'll be gratifying.

His hands stroke along the smooth skin of her back, his body arching a little to press his chest hard into her belly. His legs shift a little, and his head lifts to nuzzle more aggressively at her hips. No subtlety; just blatantly attempting to work her up.