Encounter, Incentive" 
by Rax




Comments or questions can  be emailed to the author at kraxxll@yahoo.com
 
Description: A perfect stranger offers a tantalizing incentive.
 
It was shaping up to be another boring business trip. I was nursing a
scotch in the dark of the hotel bar, contemplating just having dinner in
my room and calling it a night when she brushed past and slid into a
booth at the far end of the room.
 
She was impossible to ignore. The other men at the bar all turned their
heads comically, one after the other like a row of dominoes, as she
walked past, and I was no exception.
 
Tall, probably a shade under six feet, lithe and statuesque, she moved
with the glide of a dancer. Her black skirt clung to her perfect, sublime
backside and showed just enough of her long legs to reveal sculpted,
toned calves. She wore a dark blue blouse that was elegantly draped over
her torso, only a hint of her modest but well-rounded bosom peeking
out. She had long, fine chestnut brown hair that hung past her shoulders,
and there was no mistaking the emerald green eyes that stood out among
her gorgeous face and high model-like cheekbones.
 
That a woman this spectacular was alone in a hotel bar made no sense. She
was too finely dressed and classy to be a hooker. Maybe, possibly a
high-roller call girl, but even that seemed doubtful. I assumed an
investment banker type would be joining her shortly, maybe some
male-model boy toy. Either way, I turned back to my drink, convinced she
was simply out of my league. I'm a fairly good looking guy, but this
woman was through the top of the hot chart.

Then a few minutes later I got that "spider sense" tingle that I was
being watched. I stole a glance over my shoulder and saw the mystery
woman gazing directly into my eyes, expressionless. I was caught off
guard and averted my own gaze, intimidated by her beauty. But I couldn't
help looking back and when I did she was still catching my eye.

Nervous, but determined to figure out whether she really was trying to
initiate something, I tried a slight grin. Still no expression, which had
me feeling like a dolt. I blushed and turned away again, and almost spit
up my drink when a moment later she sidled up behind me and tapped me on
the shoulder.
 
"Do you need a written invitation?", she said. "Come on, why don't you
join me for a drink over here", and she walked back to her booth.
 
I looked around briefly to see if there was a hidden camera somewhere and
I was being set up like on one of those dumb reality shows, but I didn't
need a second prompting. I slid in across from her in the booth.
 
"Well, I thought you were looking at me", I said, "But I guess you caught
me off guard. My name's Jack."
 
"That's nice, Jack", she said, "But I really don't feel like getting into
names tonight."
 
"Ummm...OK, well, what do you do?"
 
"Boring", she said. "Try again."
 
"OK, uh... I could ask what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like
this, but I won't"
 
"Better", and she smiled.
 
"What about hobbies?"
 
"That's more interesting", she said. "I like to exercise a lot. It's a
big release for me. In fact I'd go crazy if I didn't work out at least 3
times a week."
"Well, how do you work out?--you're obviously in great shape."
"Oh, well aren't you a sweet guy for saying so. These days I swim mostly,
and lift light weights. But a few years ago I used to do judo, and I was
REALLY in shape then."
"Judo? Seriously?"
She smiles a sly smile and says "Yes, judo...you're shocked that a woman
would practice a martial art?"
"No, of course not", I stammer...I mean, it's just that I picture
a...well, a heftier type of woman perhaps...you're kind of thin to be
grappling, aren't you?"
 
She sighs and says "Oh, sometimes you men are so stupid. Judo is about
leverage and skill and timing as much as it is about strength, which by
the way, i also have."
 
"I'm sure you do", I say, but perhaps a bit condescendingly.
 
And that's when she put her elbow on the table.
 
"I don't believe this", I thought. "She's challenging me to an arm
wrestle."
 
 I can't help but laugh. She says "C'mon, tough guy, let's see what
you've got."
I look into her lovely green eyes, her exquisitely pretty face. I can't
see if she has any muscle definiton through her silk blouse but when I
lock her wrist with mine I can feel a solid, serious grip.
We begin the contest and I suddenly feel my face go flush because we are
deadlocked, neither of us able to move the other's arm very far. But
while i'm a 170-pound man, and one who's always considered himself strong
and a fine athlete, i'm having a very difficult struggle against this
woman who can't weigh more than 125 pounds soaking wet and could grace
the cover of any number of women's fashion magazines. She's staring
directly into my eyes, enjoying my frustrations as we struggle.
Finally, she says "OK, let's call this a draw. I've got a better idea
anyway."
She releases her grip and I feel a guilty relief that at least I didn't
lose to her. I also feel a stirring in my groin and my blood is pounding
with desire.
She says "Let's go up to my hotel room", and she doesn't have to ask me
twice. I pay the tab and we're gone.
Up in her room, she goes into the bathroom and comes out dressed in a
one-piece skin-tight black leotard. "I work out in this", she says, and
draws her long black hair back into a ponytail. I'm speechless at the
sight of this sexy, gorgeous woman. "What are we doing?", I manage to
squeak out.
"Well", she says, "You seem like a nice guy, but I think you need a
lesson. Here's the deal. You and I are going to wrestle. Best two out of
three--winning by pin or submission. If you can beat me even once, I'll
let you stay the night in my room. If you can't, you'll have to sleep
alone tonight."
I protest, telling her I don't want to hurt her, since I outweigh her by
a good 40 pounds. She chuckles and says "Take it or leave it. If you
don't want to wrestle me, you can leave right now." I say wrestling
sounds just fine.
 
I move toward her tentatively, planning to put her in a bear hug and then
gently bring her to the floor, where i'll pin her, but when I get close,
she whips one of her long legs around the back of my knee, locks it
there, and pushes hard on my shoulder while simultaneously drawing back
her leg, and I feel myself falling helplessly to the floor. She's smiling
devilishly at me as I stare up at her from my sitting position on the
floor. "Basic leg sweep", she says.
 
I get up and move more aggressively this time, not holding anything back.
But my fantasy woman is lightning fast and grabs my wrist with both her
hands, twisting sharply up, then down, and I lose my balance, bent
backwards like someone trying to go under a limbo bar. She easily kicks
out one of my feet and i'm down again, and she's still got a hold of my
wrist. Now I feel her foot press down on my back, and i'm driven
face-first into the carpeted floor. She twists the wrist and pulls up on
my arm, sending a jolt of pain through my shoulder. I can't help but let
out a yelp of pain. "Do you submit?", she says. It's the last thing i
want to do, but there's no getting out of this hold. The pain continues
until I reluctantly say "Yes, yes, I submit." She lets go of my wrist and
I feel the relief, but also the shame at having been so thoroughly beaten
by this beautiful woman.
 
"That's one", she says. "I hope you can do better than that next round."
 
I stand and face her again, hoping my face isn't too red from
embarrassment, and that my shoulder isn't too sore to continue. She
doesn't give me a chance to rest.
 
 She goes for another leg sweep, and again is so fast I can't avoid it,
but this time I hold on to her arm and manage to take her to the floor
with me. I scramble on top of her, and grab her wrists. Now I figure I've
got her. But as I start to force her arms to the floor I realize this
won't be an easy task. As she showed during our stalemated arm wrestle,
there's more strength in her arms than it appears, and i'm struggling
hard to force her down. The task becomes far more difficult when she
frees her long legs and wraps them hard around my lower back, locking her
ankles. She begins to squeeze, and it's immediately clear that her legs
are steel-band strong. I'm having trouble breathing, and my grip on her
wrists goes slack. Then I have to let go altogether and try to pry her
legs free, because if I don't it feels like I might pass out. But just as
I'm about to reach around and grab her ankles to loosen her grip, she
uses her leg lock to roll me over onto my back. She releases her legs and
quick as a cat hops on top of me, straddling me just as I was her only
moments ago.
 
Now she has my wrists and is forcing them to the floor. If I wasn't so
winded from her python-like grip I could fight her off, but I'm drained
and still haven't regained my breath. She pins my arms back behind my
head to the floor, and now leans in close, her soft lips at my ear, and
she whispers:
 
"That's two. I've already beaten you 2 out of 3, and now you only have
one more chance. I'll be honest--I'm really horny tonight, and I hope you
don't disappoint me. I wanted to fuck you the minute I saw you walk into
that hotel bar. But a deal's a deal, and i'm not going to let you win. If
you want me tonight, you'll have to earn it."
 
Then she gets off me and stands up, as my chest heaves for air. I slowly
get to my feet and see her waiting for me. In her tight-fitting black
leotard I can see her every curve, and a hint of her breast cleavage.
She's a majestic figure, the sexiest, most beautiful and athletic woman
I've ever seen, and I can't let this opportunity slip away, no matter how
exhausted and humiliated I already feel from the two victories she's won
against me.
 
For the next 15 minutes, we grapple like animals, rolling all along the
floor, sweating and grunting, each escaping the other's grasp when one
takes a momentary advantage, the outcome anyone's guess. Finally, I
manage to get on top of her and catch her wrists as I did earlier. I pour
every ounce of strength I have into forcing her arms down, but she's
fighting me like a tiger, bucking underneath me, and doing everything she
can to avoid a pin. Then she goes for the same leg lock around my back
she used earlier, but I see just in time what she's trying to do, and I
move my body weight forward and up on her torso, arching my back forward
and away from her legs so she can't wrap them cleanly around. With a last
desperate push I pin her wrists to the floor, my own arms shaking with
the effort. I hold her for a count of three, and I've won.
 
For the next minute there is only the sound of both of us
breathing--heavy, short, sharp bursts of air in the half-lit room.
 
I get off her and wearliy stand, still trying to draw air back into my
lungs, relieved I've won, and grateful also because I know i couldn't
possibly fight for one minute more.
 
She points to the bed and says "Wait for me there."
 
She goes into the bathroom and emerges totally bare, two long strands of
sweat running down her magnificent breasts to her hard flat stomach. At
the sight of her, i go instantly hard and quickly slip out of my pants.
She straddles me, and, already wet, guides me into her. I come almost
immediately, and apologize. She smiles and says "It's alright. Something
tells me we'll have a few more rounds of this tonight."
 
She's right. We make love three more times that evening, our congress
slow and warm and rhythmic in contrast to our brutal wrestling. When she
comes she moans softly in my ear, her long fine hair falling across my
face. At dawn, we fall asleep in each other's arms.
 
When I awake, there's a note by the nightstand.
 
"You wrestle well--for a man", it says, and there's a winking smiley face
next to the line. "I stay at this hotel for business the same time every
year. If you want a re-match, let me know."
 
I make travel plans the very next day.