We both reached for the DVD at the same time.
Startled, I quickly drew back my hand, as did the other person. But not before I noticed that
the tanned arm attached to that hand was beautifully muscled. And, that it was a woman's
arm.
"Sorry," came a husky, foreign accented female
voice,"but I need that video and it's the last one in stock."
Turning my head to look
at her. I started to say that I'd gotten there first, but the words caught in my throat. My God! It was the
same woman I'd seen last night on YouTube locked in a furious wrestling match with Gabriela, who
was pound-for-pound the best female grappler ever.
"Hey, I know you," I exclaimed, almost stammering in
my excitement.
"No. You do NOT," woman replied in a dismissive tone. "You
might have seen me, but you don't KNOW me."
"OK, bad choice of words," I muttered. "Let's start
over again. It was either you or your twin sister that I saw last night on YouTube in a segment
in the sports section. But then for some reason they took it down.
"I don't have a sister," she said in a disinterested
manner. "And it wasn't just in 'sports'' as you call it. It was actually listed under female
wrestling and the title of the clip was 'Muscle Maidens Match', and I was the maiden with the
muscles. My opponent was a woman named Gabriela. Maybe you think that you
know her, too. The entire match is on this DVD, which is why I want it,
OK?"
I suddenly realized that she wasn't being rude or
sarcastic, just being very European and speaking quite literally. In fact, the drop-dead
gorgeous woman was actually giving me a lopsided grin and her eyes were sparkling with
amusement.
Those feral, cat-green eyes were appraising me with
interest now, like a livestock judge at a county fair; checking out my physique, rating my
musculature, looking for signs of excess fat. She seemed to like what she
saw.
"Tell you what", she murmured. I live just around the
corner if you want to come up and watch the video with me, seeing as it is the only one they
have. Maybe I will even explain some of the action that the camera didn't catch", she
finished in a conspiratorial whisper and with a sly smile. I quickly accepted her
offer.
The building we arrived at after a short walk was not
what I'd expected. Though it was a fairly upscale neighborhood, the three-story building itself
looked like a rundown warehouse. The windows were blacked out, the doorway boarded up and the
whole place looked dirty and deserted.
The woman led me around the corner to a dingy alley.
Just past a dumpster and half-hidden in the shadows was a door. She quickly unlocked the door
and waved me inside. We walked down a short hallway to a freight elevator, which she motioned
me to enter. We came to a stop on the 3rd floor, and when she lifted up the
wood-slatted gate we were looking out into what at first appeared to be a huge empty space
dominated by what looked to be a twelve foot square exercise mat.
To one side were couches and over-stuffed armchairs
forming a kind of spectator seating. Behind that was a gymnasium area filled with gleaming
steel-plated machines and racks of free weights. It was quite obvious that this woman, or
someone else, took their exercise seriously. What was odd was that there were no lights, except
for a small spot hanging down over the blue mat. It lent the place a very mysterious air, much
like the woman who inhabited it.
"By the way, my name is Madelena." With that she stuck
out a hand. When I grasped that square, competent hand it felt cool and firm. She had a solid
grip that hinted at strength held in check. With a quick, no-nonsense shake
in the European style, she stepped back and shrugged out of her overcoat. I gasped out loud. It
was like an unveiling of a magnificent marble statue, a masterpiece carved at the hands of a
Grecian sculptor.
The body that had been revealed was a flowing symphony
of line and form, a perfect juxtaposition of smooth muscularity with lithely molded female
curves. Her upper torso was bare except for a leather halter that barely contained those
half-melon sized breasts. My eyes were reluctantly drawn downward to her flat belly with its
intricate ridges of carved abdominal. Then back up to the breadth of her well-developed
shoulders with pronounced deltoids that flowed down to smoothly muscled arms. Biceps showed,
round and hard, even in repose.
I finally made it to her sleek hips and long legs. She
was wearing leather pants that revealed almost as much as they concealed. The black, skin-tight
material encased her muscular thighs and dancer's calves like a second skin, like a layer of
gleaming wet paint. She looked like a poster child for Bondage & Discipline, a black-clad
Amazon Dominatrix ready for anything fetishistically erotic.
"I'm glad you like what you see", she chuckled. "You
can't even begin to imagine how hard I've had to work to sculpt this body of mine, so your
obvious appreciation is gladly accepted." As
Madelena spoke, she was glancing down at my crotch with a grin, not missing the growing bulge
in my well-worn Levis.
"Hey, not to worry, I take it as a compliment", she
chortled. And to think that you haven't even seen what these muscles of mine are capable of
doing for you and to you." There was something a
little ominous being inferred with those last words, and I wondered what she meant.
"So, how about it, want to watch the video now?" she
asked. Not waiting for an answer, Madelena sauntered over to the seating area and sat down on a
sofa. She beckoned me,
"Come on, I won't bite you", Madelena murmured. "At
least not yet".
As I stood there, I glanced back to that huge exercise
mat covered with what appeared to be a layer of Laytex that gleamed reflectively in the one
overhead light. For some reason it seemed familiar.
"Hey, hello!" Madelena said. "Are you coming, or
what?
I walked over and sat down next to her. She reached
down to one side of the couch and found a metal control box. Touching the red button, a TV set
slid down from the dark ceiling high overhead with a soft hum. The large 52 screen settled
into place right in front of us. Madelena reached down and slid the purchased DVD into an Apple Mini,
clicked on another button, and suddenly the screen came alive.
The next thing I knew there were two splendidly
muscled young Amazons facing one another across what appeared to be the same blue wrestling mat
that lay there in the center of the loft.
Madelena caught my look of recognition. "Yeah, we
filmed it right here so that we could have total privacy. Just us and the
cameraman, no spectators. It's the way Gabriela wanted it, and you'll see why in a few
minutes.
There on the screen, the two women circled one another
warily, their arms out-stretched, fingers flexing, impatient to grab an arm or leg. You could
tell that they were anxious to engage one another, to lock holds and go down to the mat.
Madelena seemed to be aware of Gabriela's reputation as a
grappler and was biding her time for just the right move that would keep her away from Gabriela's
powerful legs. Madelena knew instinctively that Gabriela would go for a scissor-hold to tie her
up, then go to work on Madelena's arms in an arm bar. As was Gabriela's
custom, she would take her own sweet time in forcing her opponent to finally give. But Madelena
didn't intend to give Gabriela that opportunity. She fully intended to make the beautifully muscled
Gabriela be the one to submit.
With all the attack speed of a jungle lioness, Gabriela
suddenly closed with Madelena and their firm bare flesh splatted together with a thud!
Madelena reached up quickly for a headlock, spreading
her long legs for balance. She found Gabriela's neck and wrapped her forearm under Gabriela's chin.
Her other arm went under Gabriela's armpit and up behind her back, the two hands clasping and
fingers entwined to lock tight the vicious hold. Now that Madelena was in charge she could
safely take her always dangerous opponent down to the mat. And she did
so with a hip throw.
Once on the mat, there was a scramble for holds. The
two females tumbled and rolled across the mat, with first one on top and then the other. They
were a straining bundle of hot, wet muscular limbs locked together tighter than a pair impassioned
midnight lovers. Headlocks and scissor holds were exchanged, each of them now panting and gasping for breath as
they strained and struggled in near slow-motion. But finally Madelena had found the hold she wanted.
By design, Madelena ended up on her back with Gabriela
locked tightly atop her. Madelena's long legs
flashed up and around Gabriela's lithe waist, coiling around her like the coils of a boa
constrictor. And then she squeezed, hard!
The camerman moved in for a close-up shot, focusing on
the flexing muscles of Madelena's thighs. They were already wet with sweat, which evidenced the
amount of physical effort being brought to bear by the European wrestler. The two women lay
face-to-face, their upper-bodies hardly moving at all. Gabriela did the only thing she could under
the circumstances, she wrapped both arms around Madelena in a fierce
crushing bear-hug.
The camera focused on Gabriela's sleekly muscled arms,
catching the ripple and bulge of bicep and deltoid as Gabriela turned on the pressure. Her
V-shaped back was alive with writhing ribbons of muscularity as she slammed her lithe hips down
into Madelena's upturned body. A soft moan came from Madelena's lips, then a quick grunt of
pain as Gabriela tightened the hold. Rivulets of sweat washed their two bodies making their
over-heated flesh glisten in the light of the single overhead bulb.
The superb camerawork left the viewer feeling as if he
or she was right at the edge of the mat, only inches away from the two heaving wrestlers. The
camera lens seemed to be having a love affair with their straining bodies; moving slowly up and
down the two nearly nude female bodies, recording every ripple and bulge of hard-flexed muscle,
lingering on every smoothly contoured curve. A visual symphony of
movement.
It was a combination of the slickness of their
sweat-wet flesh and a dazzling fast wrestling counter-hold, but suddenly their positions were
reversed. Now it was Gabriela on the bottom on elbows and knees, while Madelena rode Gabriela's
powerful back and at the same time clamped on a vicious full-nelson.
Their bare arms bunched and quivered with effort as Madelena put on the pressure and Gabriela
attempted to break free.
Eyes glued to the TV screen, I suddenly realized that
I'd been holding my breath. My quick inhalation and soft moan brought Madelena's head around to
look sharply at me.
"You OK?" she asked. She reached down for the control
button to stop the video player. "No, don't stop", I cried out. "I'm fine.
But I wasn't fine at all. My emotions were almost
convulsing at what I'd been watching on the screen. The bulge in my pants was threatening to
burst through the fabric. My throbbing cock had never been harder or my arousal stronger. The
fact that one of those magnificent Amazons seen wrestling on the blue mat was presently sitting
right beside me didn't help matters any.
"I hate to tell you", Madelena said, "but the action
gets a whole lot strong more X-rated in the scenes to come. No pun
intended," she giggled.
I rearranged myself in a more comfortable and less
obvious position that would hide my erection, and sent my eyes back to the screen.
Madelena was right, from the looks of things the
temperature was rising on the mat. In the few moments that my
attention had been diverted, the wrestling had changed in tempo. The action seemed to be in
near-slow-motion now. It was as if the two women wanted to linger in
their close-locked positions, letting their smoothly curved bodies enjoy the sensation of flesh
sliding on flesh, muscle against muscle.
Madelena's sleek-sinewed legs were now wrapped around
Gabriela in a scissors, her upper torso pressing down on Gabriela's sweat-slippery back. Locked
within the V of those thighs, Gabriela began slowly rotating her hips from side-to-side, then
bucking up and down like a mare in heat. Madelena
slipped off her perch and onto her side. Gabriela was on her instantly, clasping Madelena against
her as she grappled her into her intended position.
She inched up Madelena's wet body, slithering along
the hot well-lubricated flesh until she was locked loin-to-loin with her struggling opponent.
Madelena herself helped seal the locked bodies into place. Her bare legs wrapped around Gabriela's
back, the solidly rounded calves clamping down across the globes of Gabriela's incredible butt,
pulling the two bodies ever closer.
This strange combination of holds left them glued to
one another at the hips. Gabriela slid back down a mere fraction of an inch, fitting her loins
more securely against the other woman's Venus mound. YES! That was the hold she sought. Her
hips began to slowly pump as she pressed herself harder against Madelena's softly matted groin.
Gabriela could feel the tender knot of her clitoris begin
to awaken from the friction, swelling into firmness as the stimulation continued unabated. She
bent forward until she was on her knees, her hips thrusting back and
forth like a piston.
The two grappling bodies began to move in unison,
rocking back and forth, squeezing one another with fierce strength. Their breathing was now
rapid and panting in the silence of their exploding passion. Then, as if finally remembering
the passionate direction that their wrestling had taken the two women, Gabriela glanced over her
shoulder at the cameraman and her lips mouthed the words "Shut if off!."
Instantly, the screen went dark. And yet the two
spectators sitting on the couch did not react, each of them deeply immersed in their own
personal fantasy world, each of them totally aroused by what they had been witnessing on that
sweaty blue wrestling mat.
I finally glanced over at her in the semi-darkness and saw
that she was sitting there with her eyes closed, her face drawn andlithe body tight as an over-drawn
bow. I wondered what she was thinking, what she was feeling
as she relived that torrid erotic experience on the wrestling mat.
What Madelena was feeling was the aftermath of a series of powerful orgasms.
The visual impact of what she had seen on the screen had brought back a flood of memories and an
instant sexual arousal.
Are you OK, said a distant voice, seeming to come
from beside her.
Madelena opened her eyes and looked around. Her eyes
landed on me, and she inhaled sharply.
"Sorry, I must have drifted off somewhere, she
murmured in a dreamy voice. She glanced at the dead black screen of the TV.
"Oh yeah, the video. This is where Gabriela insisted the
cameraman shut down and leave the room. It's the way she is when the wrestling gets to a
certain X-rated stage. What happens then on the mat is no body's business.
Gabriela is NOT a Lesbian, and doesn't want to have her
fans get the wrong idea. It's just that she has a very healthy sex drive, and wrestling is her
way of satisfying a primal urge that I certainly share. So that part of the match will never be
seen on YouTube, let alone anyone who might buy the video.
I shook my head in confusion. Look, I don't
understand how a couple of women can get off just by wrestling, if it's not a Lesbian
thing.
That's because you don't know how women think or
feel. You're doing what most men do, assuming that everyone is like you when it comes to sex.
With men, a lot of arousal is visual along with the pressure on the male penis by either hand,
lips or vagina. With a woman it
is a more softer touch and intimate feel. It's friction, not penetration.
I looked at her quizzically, not yet fully
comprehending. She gave me a grin.
Haven't you ever heard the term 'Tribidism'?" she
asked me.
No, don't think so," I replied.
She got up and walked across to a bookshelf, chose a
large tome that looked like a photographic tabletop book and brought it back to the sofa.
She flipped it open and found the page she wanted. The photo showed two naked females locked
together, the V's of their entangled legs joined together in such a way that they were pressed
vulva-to-vulva as their hips appeared to be pumping together in sinuous rhythm. It was exactly the position
that Gabriela and Magdelena were in before the camera was turned off.
"That is 'Tribidism', or at least one version of it,"
she said.
Now it made great sense. It was more like dual masturbation. And anyone
could do that, even straight girls. Sometimes, as the song lyrics say, 'girls just wann'a have
fun'.
"Look, I know that you're into muscle girls and
wrestling, else you wouldn't have wanted to buy that video. And watching that video made me
really horny. So how about we strip, get down on the mat and see what happens?"
OK, I will admit that I didn't need much encouragement,
especially after seeing Madelena and Gabriela in their incredibly erotic wrestle. And this might
work together with one of my own favorite fetishes; muscular, leather-clad, dominant women.
"I don't want you to think that I'm weird, but could
you wrestle me while wearing the outfit you have on now", I asked
hesitantly.
"Sure", Madelena laughed. "I love the feel of hot,
sweat-drenched leather against my body. But how about I lose the bra and wrestle you in just
the pants, would that work for you?"
It would. And it did.
But that is a tale to be told in another story, perhaps. The way that our wrestling
match ended was much different than Madelena's and Gabriela's. But
like them, I'd Just as soon keep that erotic experience on the mat private and undisclosed.