The Meeting By DanboyII We were both nervous as we exited the bridge on the Canadian side and inched our way toward the customs officer. Nancy and I had joked for months about just such a long weekend together and now it was actually going to happen. Nancy was a waitress at one of the downtown restaurants in Buffalo that I frequented and we had had half a dozen dates over the past several months. Dinner, a movie or a show and possibly a few drinks had been the extent of it. As I turned onto the riverside drive for the leisurely slow drive to the hotel where I had booked the honeymoon suit with a fantastic view from a lovely balcony high above the falls, I began to think seriously about calling the whole thing off. For a least the twentieth time. On one hand, I felt like I had the world by the tail. Having recently passed the bar, I had just received a fat raise from a high profile law firm in Buffalo that included membership in an exclusive private club and a promise of early partnership. The bright red Acura NSX was the most tangible evidence of my early success in the business world. With everything going my way, was I making a mistake by becoming a little too familiar with a waitress who was at least seven years senior to my twenty-eight years? On the other hand, Nancy was a very attractive woman. Her hair was light brown and tumbled to her shoulders. I would not call her ravishingly beautiful but a wide smile on a round face with high cheek bones accented by large bright blue eyes certainly made her pretty in my book. And her figure made her a knockout in must everybody’s book. She was about 5’5" tall and about 135 pounds. Large bust, narrow flat waist flowing to wide hips, all supported by a great pair of legs. She had the solid look of an in shape athlete. Her arms showed some muscular definition and her legs were like those of a professional dancer. I admit that her body was what first attracted me to Nancy, but I soon learned that she was a bright and intelligent conversationalist who could hold her own in many subjects. I found her to be a nice and very likable person. I knew that she was divorced and had a three year old daughter. The tension of anticipation of the experience was building in the silence between us. Though unspoken, we both knew that the weekend would undoubtedly include sex. Why else had we been talking about the weekend with such carefully worded references to "our" bedroom? "I feel like we should be really happy in the excitement of this whole thing and yet - here I am with a ball l in my stomach, nervous as hell because I’m sure something is going to go wrong. What happens if one of us wants to have sex and the other one doesn’t? Oh, God, what happens if one of us want’s a hamburger and the other one doesn’t?" "Don’t worry", I said not very convincingly, "we’ll be just fine. We like each other and we’re both considerate adults." "I just want us to have a good tine. I’d really dread the ride back if we don’t. I wish we had more of a plan so that neither of us will be disappointed." "I’ve got an idea", I blurted suddenly. "Oh, tell me please. Anything to get rid of this ball." "Well, I admit that I’ve got a ball in my stomach too. What would you think of us trying to play a "boss - slave" game, where one of us becomes king or queen for the weekend and then rules over the other person?" "Oh, gee, I don’t know if that’s better or worse. What if we agree and then one of us doesn’t like it and wants out before the weekend is over? And how do we decide who the boss is?" "We’d have to set some rules, of course, I said. I think we’d both have to buy in to the idea that we’re committed for the whole long weekend. We have to accept some risk and at least this way, if we really don’t like it we can blame it on the game." "OK, how do we decide who is boss, or king or queen or whatever we call the "big guy". "Well, we could flip a coin", I offered, or maybe play some cards or ....". "Seems like there should a way that doesn’t depend so much on luck", Nancy offered. Suddenly she sat up straight. "I do think it’s a great Idea though. Want to wrestle for the boss job," she asked, as she looked straight at me? "Wrestle - really?" Actually this struck me as a great idea and I said so. "I think that’s a great idea, but I must outweigh you by at least 30 pounds and I’m probably a lot stronger so it wouldn’t be fair". "Don’t be too sure," Nancy came back almost defiantly. "I’m in pretty good shape and I’m very strong for my size. I get a good workout at the restaurant, especially at parties or banquets and I probably go to the gym more often than you do. I think it would be fun," she grinned, "and I think I can take ya, babe - OK?" "OK, you’re on", I said with a smile. We both became relaxed for the first time as we began to establish the rules. After some discussion, we decided that the wrestling match would consist of the best three out of five falls, either by pinning an opponent for a solid count of three or by forcing the opponent to submit. No choking, pinching, or hitting would be allowed. In comparing our size, we also determined that my 180 pounds actually outweighed Nancy by 45 pounds. I was also 6 inches taller. Nancy turned down my offer to allow her some advantage to start like a free fall or possibly beginning with her on top. We also agreed that the winner would then be king or possibly queen for the remainder of the entire weekend. The loser would be the absolute slave to the winner and have no vote in any of the activities such that the winners desires would always be responded to by the loser without complaint. We finished agreement on the rules just as we pulled under the front canopy of the hotel. I signed us in and then parked the car while the bellboy took our bags and ushered Nancy up to the superior honeymoon suit. When I got to the room, Nancy was nearly finished with her unpacking. The suite was all they said it was. Hand in hand, we explored each room and tested everything like children with a box full of new toys. It was done in shades of blue and gold. A large bedroom with king sized bed, dressing table and several overstuffed chairs looked incredibly inviting. The bath had a large open shower with two shower heads. There was a sunken tub that also server as a Jacuzzi. A double sink with long dressing table area was also found just off the bathroom. There was a massive living room with oversized sofa, multiple matching stuffed chairs, a love seat, coffee table and a round utility table with four chairs. In an alcove off the living room was a completely equipped kitchenette. There were television sets equipped with VCR’s in all the rooms. The bedroom and the living room opened onto a long balcony that overlooked the spectacular Niagara Falls. We were both still in shorts and tee shirts and we decided that we would stay in the same clothes for the first match at least. Nancy was all in white and I was in white tee and blue shorts. We removed our sneakers. Neither of us had worn socks. The moment had finally arrived. I was actually going to wrestle Nancy. This was going to be great. "OK, let’s do it", said Nancy as she bent in a wrestlers stance and began to move cautiously toward me. We pushed each other a bit and then grabbed each other by the arms, pulling and pushing to force the other off balance. Suddenly Nancy pulled me into a headlock. At first I thought I would just pull free but her hold was surprisingly tight. Then she began turning in a tight circle forcing me to move around clumsily in a much wider circle. With a quick move she stepped in front of me stooping low so that I was forced over her back. Instead of flipping me over her back, she held me balanced there in a tight headlock. With my feet off the floor I now couldn’t find any leverage to even try to free myself. Just as I began to realize that I was hopelessly in her control, she flipped me on the floor on my back. I tried to roll to get free from her but my left arm was suddenly twisted violently behind my back and my other arm was caught in a half nelson. I was buried face down on the deep pile carpet with Nancy sitting on top of me. "Think I gotcha babe", she said softly with a little chuckle. "You’ll never get out of this and I can make it much more uncomfortable for you if you need to be convinced". With that she applied more pressure and pain shot through both my neck and shoulder. "I give, I give," I blurted into the rug. Nancy released me immediately, rolling off me and sat sweetly leaning back on her outstretched arms. I sat up rubbing my shoulder. "That’s one for me", she said smiling. I was still have in shock from what had just happened. I had envisioned a long and pleasant wrestling match that I would control until I finally pinned her or allowed her to pin me. Instead I had been beaten very quickly and soundly. We both knew that I had been helpless for most of the minute or so that it took for her to thrash me. "You tricked me", I said shaking my head. "You wrestle like a pro". "But I did tell you that I was in good shape and that I thought I could take you. Do you want to back out? I won’t be mad if you do. I’ll just pout a lot", she said with a challenging little smile. "Oh no, I’m not giving up that easy. We made a deal and I’m not backing out. You may be tough, but I’m bigger and I think I’m tougher than you anyway. You got me that time because I underestimated you, that’s all." "OK, just remember that the bigger they are, the harder they fall, big guy. Are ya ready?" She said it with a confidence that disturbed me. We squared off again. This time I would be very careful not to get caught and when I get her I would show no mercy. We started with a little tugging as before. Suddenly she pulled me into another hip roll and threw me to the floor. This time she didn’t follow up but just stood over me as I got to my feet. Then she proceeded to do it again! And again! And again! I couldn’t stop her. She was so quick and so strong that she easily brushed off my feeble attempts to fight back. Then she began applying holds. First, a painful arm bar followed by an arm lock and a half nelson, then a full nelson to a head lock. She kept moving fast from one hold to another as soon as she had applied some force to demonstrate that she was maintaining control. She moved me about at will. She took my wrists in each hand and with a display of great strength wrenched my arms about and forced me to my knees. I was bruised and battered and stretched and twisted and totally and completely helpless. Then, facing me she pulled me hard into a bear hug and lifted me off the floor. The air shot out of my lungs and I felt like I was being squeezed in two. I pushed at her shoulders and reached behind myself to try to pull her arms apart. I realized that the strange sound I heard was me, moaning and gasping for a bit of air. Then I heard Nancy’s low voice. "I think I’ve gotcha again babe", she said evenly. "Stop, please stop, I give, I give", I somehow managed. Nancy relaxed the hold some but did not put me down. She carried me to the bed where she lowered me gently on my back. She climbed on top, straddling me and then took my limp arms and positioned me for a ceremonial pin as she sat on my chest. "That’s two", she whispered as she leaned down and kissed me hard on the mouth. I starred at her for a moment. "God you’re strong." "Nice of you to notice", she winked and releasing my arms struck a double bicep flex. "I had a couple of good moves too, don’t you think?" Her arms looked rock hard. The biceps bulged impressively accenting thick sinewy forearms and powerful shoulders. I had never really noticed before how strong she really looked. I had thought of her as in shape and athletic to be sure, but now those muscles looked much bigger and harder than I had remembered. "You’re incredible. And yes, you’ve got moves all right. You almost killed me. Get off me, please. I already gave up." Nancy got off me immediately and sat on the edge of the bed with a worried look. "Did I ruin everything? Are you angry? Oh I knew something like this would happen. I’m so sorry." "Don’t be sorry," I said, "It’s me that’s weak and doesn’t know how to wrestle." Her face brightened, "Now wait a minute. If you make out like you are no competition, then what did I accomplish in winning," she teased? "You beat a guy who thought he was going to have a lot of fun wrestling an athletic woman who would put up an entertaining fight but would at all times be more or less under my control. Boy was I wrong." I began to raise myself to a sitting position with difficulty. Each little movement gave reminders of the last match. I winced. "Oh gee, where does it hurt?" Nancy was quickly solicitous as she began rubbing my arm and back and neck. "Come on," she said, standing and pulling at me gently to get up. "I’m not ready to go again just yet," I protested. "I didn’t mean that. You’ll feel so much better after a shower and maybe some ice on your neck." With that, she pulled me to my feet carefully and holding one hand reached down with the other and wrapped an arm around my thigh. She lifted me across her shoulders slowly and easily. "Please don’t throw me down again, I’ve had about all I can take for a while," I pleaded. "I won’t. I promise," she said. Into the bathroom she carried me and right into the large open shower area. She was now holding my wrist with the same arm that encircled my leg giving her a free hand to turn on and adjust the faucets. There we were, still with our cloths on, in the shower. She turned on both shower heads so that the whole area was covered by spray. She turned first one way and then the other, making sure that I was showered on in all directions. This whole thing was very sexy as our cloths quickly became soaked and stuck solidly to our skin. I was also becoming highly aroused. Without putting me down, she hiked and maneuvered me about until she was holding me in her arms like a baby. Her strength was incredible. She smiled down at me through the rain of the shower, "I see we’re getting interested in some other activity, aren’t we?" And then she began to shake with giggles. We ended up on the high pile rug in the dressing area of the bathroom. In a mass of giggles we helped each other squirm out of the wet clothes as we scrambled for the sex that we both craved. Entangled in a frenzy though we were, there was never any doubt who was in charge. Nancy maneuvered me on top and guided me into her as her legs encircled me and began a gentle but firm squeeze. Her strength was incredible. She hoisted and shifted me about with little help from me as we began the mutual motion of sex. Nancy controlled the rhythm with powerful gyrations that tossed me about like a rag doll. It was by far the most incredible sex that I had ever had. In the end we lay in each other’s arms kissing passionately. We then went into the shower hand in hand and washed each other. Chapter 2 I had made arrangements for dinner that evening and we agreed to postpone the next wrestling match since there was really no time for it anyway and beside that, I wanted to delay it officially as long as I could. I had to get comfortable with the idea of being a slave for the next two days. We dressed for dinner in a big way. I had told Nancy to bring her best evening cloths without explaining exactly what I had planned. She still didn’t know what we were going to do but she had spent a bundle on an absolutely gorgeous black silk dress with puffy things that hid her powerful shoulders and at the same time exposed her muscular upper arms. She wore black panty hose and shinny black pumps with very high pencil thin heels. The dress came to her knees in accomplishing a classy understatement of her body beautiful. Her hair tumbled so beautifully and naturally to her shoulders that it gave the impression of being the result of hours of careful construction by an expert beautician. She was a vision. I was an understatement too in an eight hundred dollar charcoal gray tuxedo. At the appointed hour of seven the doorbell rang announcing the delivery of a large deep pink orchid for Nancy and a white carnation for me. I had arranged to be busy with my shoes at the time so that Nancy had to answer the door to find a chauffeur in gray livery with high boots, no less, holding cap under arm as he presented the flowers and proclaimed in a high pitched voice with a little tell-tail nervous tremor: "Madam, your carriage awaits." Nancy squealed with delight and left the poor guy standing there as she ran to me and gave me a hug and a little very careful kiss. Excited though she was, she wasn’t going to muss her makeup so early in the evening. As hotel room doors have a habit of doing, it closed automatically. In the chauffeurs face. "I think we better let him in before he leaves," I laughed. The limousine was a stretch Cadillac in an unusual dark gray color. The champagne was on ice in the lemo as directed. I popped the cork, poured and we clinked glasses. There was plenty of room but we sat close. It was a beautiful leisurely drive of about 40 miles to the restaurant. We drank and hugged and snuggled. Nancy had still been concerned that I might be upset by her having beaten the crap out of me without even getting a hair out of place. The truth is that I was enthralled. Nancy was more beautiful than I had ever imagined she could be and I was thrilled that she was so strong and capable. I told her so while feeling her inner thigh muscles and kissing her luscious mouth. The dinner was exquisite to say the least. We dined in a quiet room near a fireplace and were treated to excellent service and fantastic food supplemented by grand and I might add, very expensive wine. It was a storybook evening. We enjoyed vintage Armagnac in the lemo on the return trip. When we entered the lemo, Nancy chose to sit on my lap as soon as I had the drinks arranged. After a while, when I had moved her off my lap so that I could refill the drinks, we just naturally changed places and I rode the rest of the way, comfortably snuggled on Nancy’s lap. I found this to be a wonderful position. So much so that as we neared the hotel, I directed the driver to take us for a long romantic tour of the Niagara Falls. We had both removed our shoes and Nancy held me easily without complaint for the entire tour. It was late when we got back to the hotel. When we got in the empty elevator, we embraced in a passionate kiss as soon as the elevator door closed. When we reached the penthouse, I lifted Nancy in my arms and carried her toward the door to the suite. Admittedly, I was somewhat unsteady. Halfway there, I had to put her down and as it on cue, she picked me up and carried me the rest of the way. At the door, I fumbled the key out and opened the door while I was still in her arms. She proceeded to carry me into the bedroom and placed me gently on the bed. "There you are your Highness", she said with an elaborate curtsy. Then with an impish grin, "But things are agonna change after the next wrestling match." Chapter 3 We continued with the brandy as we began to remove the fancy clothes. Nancy argued that we should have another match right away. She said that whether she won or not we should have more matches right away so that the game of master/slave could be played for most of the weekend. We both knew that I was stalling. Nancy offered to give me some extra help by allowing me to start with any hold I wished. I thought that was a pretty good deal and I knew that I certainly needed all the help I could get so I agreed. We prepared for this next match dressed only in our underwear. I tried several holds. First, I thought a full nelson might be good but then thought better of it and switched to a leg scissors around her waist. I then discarded that idea in favor of straddling her and pinning her arms above her head. Nancy began to get testy when I said that I wasn’t satisfied with that hold either. "Common will ya?" she teased. "Pick something before Christmas. OK?" I moved up on her so that my knees were pressing on her shoulders and held her arms down by the wrists. Nancy asked if I was ready. I planned to say yes and then count, 1-2-3 very fast. I got to the 1 when Nancy raised herself in a wrestlers bridge. I slid forward just a little and then Nancy rocked just enough to make me just a little more off balance. To my horror and with a big strength move, she raised one arm up in spite of my efforts to keep it down. Suddenly she was on her side and before I could react, her legs came up swiftly and wrapped around my waist. I was suddenly and so completely on the defensive. I went for her ankles to try to pull them apart but her arms came from behind in a flash and I found myself stuck in a full nelson too. She began to apply pressure with both holds and I knew, as I’m sure she did, that I was done. We had wrestled for less than a minute and she had let me get her down to start and I was now helpless. "I think I gottcha again, babe," Nancy whispered in my ear. "The body scissors and the full nelson are known as The Iron Maiden. It’s hopeless, babe. Better give up. I can make it really hurt." I didn’t give up and true to her word, she made it hurt. Her power was unimaginable. She was squeezing me in two and I couldn’t breath. In addition to that, it felt like she was breaking my neck. "I give. Please, I give." I managed to mumble into my chest. Nancy relaxed the hold immediately but did not release me. "Say, I give up and submit to the wishes of my lovely goddess, Queen Nancy. Say it!" she said, applying some pressure with both holds to punctuate the statement. I said it. "Say that Queen Nancy is much stronger and a far better wrestler than her lowly slave, Tom." I began to think that I had created a monster but there was no other choice but to do as she demanded. She released me and while rubbing my neck she directed that I should now carry her into the shower as she had done for me earlier. We stood and I lifted her across my shoulders just as she had lifted me. I carried her into the shower and turned them both on with a free hand, trying to copy her moves exactly. I turned round and round so that we both became soaked and then attempted to hike her about and into my arms just as she had done. When I got her in my arms I knew I couldn’t hold her for long. In a matter of seconds I had to put her down or I would have dropped her. "Sorry", I said. "I’m just not as strong as you." She stood in the shower mist facing me and gave me a wry look of disappointment. Then she said, "Queen Nancy directs that her lowly serf, Tom shall jump on her body." I just stared at her, not fully comprehending her meaning. "Well, move, serf. Get with it, OK. I’m not only stuck with a weak serf, he’s not to bright either." With that, she broke up laughing and then put her hands at my sides and lifted me so that I could wrap my legs around her waist which I very naturally did. Nancy was now laughing gleefully as she marched about in the shower spray. "How am I doing as Queen so far?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer she headed out of the shower and we ended up on the high pile rug in the dressing area once again. We kissed and kissed and kissed some more. I told her for the twentieth time how much I enjoyed her strength and the demonstrations of power that went with it. The sex, I mean the actual intercourse, the exquisitely lovely sex act that is performed in some fashion by so many and yet experienced to the ultimate by so few, was to be ours again in such magical magnificent fashion. It was the greatness of Nancy’s performance that brought it about once again. She is so strong that I felt nearly weightless in her arms as she moved us about. And the muscles inside this woman were equally astonishing. Her inner muscles alternately tugged and caressed and squeezed and milked me to a level of ecstasy beyond comprehension. Then we lay in each others arms for a long time. Finally , without speaking we rose and went back into the shower and washed each other.