A Tough Competition 
by NRG


Ann stretched out  on the sun lounger by the pool. Her husband had gone to 
work and their new houseguest Amy had yet to rise so now she had time to 
enjoy some peace and quiet. She picked up her book and opened it, settling 
herself down to catch up on her reading. Barely had she found her place when 
a shadow passed across the page. She looked up from her book mildly surprised 
to see Amy standing over her.
"Do you mind if I use the pool?"
"Of course not, feel free to treat the place as your own whilst you're here." 
Ann watched as Amy slipped out of her towelling robe and started going 
through a few stretching exercises. Nineteen-year-old Amy had come to the 
States from England on a student exchange scheme and had asked to be put up 
with a local family as it would be her first time away from home. Ann and her 
husband had looked after foreign students before and had agreed straight away 
to take care of Amy during her stay, although Amy would be the first girl 
that had stayed with them. Watching Amy going through her stretching routine 
at the side of the pool, Ann  had to pinch herself to reconcile the image of 
this tall bikini clad blonde with the rather shy bespectacled girl that they 
she had met the night before. When Ann had collected Amy from the airport, 
she had been wearing jeans and a baggy sweater her hair had been tied back 
and she was wearing wire-framed spectacles. Now she stood before her with her 
blonde hair falling to her shoulders and wearing a black thong bikini which 
showed off more than it covered. Amy smiled at Ann and then with a graceful 
dive plunged into the pool. Ann watched for a moment before resuming her 
reading.
After  swimming a few lengths Amy climbed out of the pool and walked over to 
Ann.
"Why don't you join me for a swim? It can get quite boring just going up and 
down the pool on your own. Perhaps we could have a race?" Ann put down her 
book and sat up.
"You want me to race you?" she replied.
"Why not? It will be fun," Amy told her smiling.
"Okay then, just remember that when you beat me I am twice your age." Ann 
stood up placing her book down carefully so as not to lose her place. Kicking 
of her white sandals, Ann went over to where Amy stood at the head of the 
pool. Standing next to Amy she mentally compared herself to the young blonde, 
"I'm 45 years old and haven't done any competitive sport for years, she is 
nineteen and studying physical education. I must be mad."
"Right two lengths of the pool. Ready?" 
"As I'll ever be," Ann replied with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Okay on three. One.... Two... Three..."
Both of them plunged into the pool Amy powering ahead over the first few 
metres. Suddenly Ann decided that she wanted to show this youngster what she 
could do and digging deep started to close the gap. Amy reached the end of 
the pool first and turned but Ann had already closed the gap to less than a 
metre. By the halfway mark on the second length Ann had pulled alongside 
Amy's shoulders. The youngster tired to pull away but Ann's powerful stroke 
edged her ahead. Touching the wall of the pool, a fraction ahead of Amy, Ann 
punched the air in victory.
"You beat me!" Amy said puffing slightly and with more than a hint of 
surprise in her voice.
"I'll let you into a secret, when I was your age I swam for the State and 
even had an Olympic trial." Ann laughed at the expression on Amy's face, and 
pulled herself out of the water to sit on the edge of the pool.
"If I had known that I would have challenged you to something different," Amy 
said climbing out and sitting beside the older woman.
"Oh yes like what?" asked Ann her competitive instincts aroused.
"I don't know, arm wrestling or something," Amy laughed.
"Okay then, I'll arm wrestle with you."
"I was joking," said Amy.
"I'm not, come on let's see how good you are or are you afraid of losing 
again to an old timer?"
"All right then you're on!"
The two women towelled themselves dry and then lay down on the grass facing 
each other. Ann held up her right hand and waited for Amy to take hold. 
Pushing her hair away from her face with her left-hand Amy gripped Ann's 
hand. Elbows resting on the ground, they looked into each other's eyes.
"Ready?" asked Ann.
"Yes."
Eyes locked, they took the strain, biceps beginning to bulge with effort. Ann 
smiled as she started to ease the younger girl's arm over slightly.
"Best you can do?" she asked the young blonde, smiling. Clenching her teeth 
Amy doubled her efforts and forced Ann's arm first to the vertical and then a 
few degrees past.  Gritting her teeth Ann pushed back but now she could make 
no impression on the youngster. Pushing harder beads of sweat breaking out on 
their foreheads, they struggled for the upper hand. Ann's arm began to 
shudder and slowly she felt it being forced downwards.
"Aargh!" Ann's arm suddenly gave way and she was forced to roll onto her side.
"The winner!" Amy squealed with girlish delight. "That makes us one each what 
can we try now?" Rubbing her sore arm Ann glared at the youngster.
"How about a wrestling match? First one to give is the loser," Ann said 
angrily.
"Okay whenever you're ready," Amy jumped to her feet.
"Why on earth did I say that?" Ann said to herself as she took a good look 
her opponent's 5-7 125lb frame.  Ann climbed to her feet, adjusted the thin 
shoulder straps of her blue one piece swimsuit. Looking deeply into the 
blonde girl's blue eyes she said, "Ok then first to cry "uncle" is the 
loser." 
Amy moved towards Ann with her hands held out in front of her, watching Ann 
closely. Darting forward the young blonde made a grab for her older opponents 
wrists but found herself clutching nothing but air as Ann stepped forward to 
meet her.
"Urgh!" Amy gasped as Ann's right arm slid round the back of her neck pulling 
her into a side headlock. Quickly bending the taller girl at the waist, Ann 
tried to force her down onto the grass. Twisting and bending Amy struggled to 
break free as Ann applied more pressure. Gripping her right arm with her 
left, the 135lb American applied crushing pressure to the English teenager's 
head. Finding it hard to breathe and desperate to stay on her feet Amy closed 
her hand into a fist and punched Ann hard in the belly. Hard knuckles smacked 
into untensed stomach muscles.
"Oooff!" air was forced out of Ann's mouth and she doubled over releasing her 
hold on Amy's head and automatically clutching at her belly. Amy stepped back 
rolling her neck and pushing her long hair away from her face. Angrily Ann 
straightened up ready to defend herself. The youngster rushed forward eager 
to take advantage of her winded foe and ducking low, under Ann's outstretched 
arms, she grabbed  Ann's right leg and pulled her off balance. Ann wrapped 
her arms round Amy's waist to stop herself being tipped over onto her back. 
They struggled for a short while, Amy holding firmly to Ann's leg and Ann 
gripping the youngster's waist until gravity and slippery grass caused them 
to topple sideways to the ground. As they hit the floor Ann managed to kick 
her leg free from Amy's grip whilst still maintaining her own hold on the 
blonde's waist. Bucking and writhing Amy fought to get free. Ann rolled onto 
her back she was now in a position with Amy upside down on top of her and her 
arms still firmly holding Amy's waist. Twisting her head to one side Ann 
avoided  Amy's flailing legs.
"Aargh!" Amy cried out as Ann squeezed her as hard as she could with her 
arms. Screwing up her face against the pain Amy tried desperately to prise 
Ann's arms apart digging her fingers into the muscles of the older woman's 
forearm. Gritting her teeth Ann held on. Then with a flash of inspiration Ann 
brought up her right leg and hooked it round Amy's head.
"OH! NO!" squealed Amy as she was dragged backwards. Crossing her ankles 
quickly Ann now had Amy well and truly trapped in a combined head scissors 
and bear hug. Realising that she was in deep trouble the young blonde kicked 
out with her legs wriggled violently. Flicking her head from side to side 
dodging Amy's flying ankles, Ann allowed herself a little smile and increased 
the pressure with her legs straining Amy's neck and making it increasingly 
difficult for her to breathe.
"This will teach you to punch me!" Ann hissed squeezing even harder with both 
her arms and legs. Her muscles were standing out like steel cables as she 
applied a crushing pressure to the teenagers body and head. "Give in?" she 
asked as she felt Amy's struggles beginning to weaken.
"Noo!" Amy managed to gasp and once again started to kick out with her legs 
and twist her body. 
"GIVE!" demanded Ann arching her back to gain extra leverage.
"OOOWWW!" Amy shrieked in agony thinking her head was being pulled off her 
shoulders, "YESS! I GIVE!" she screamed. With a smile of triumph Ann quickly 
released her holds and rolled Amy onto the grass. Amy lay on the grass 
sobbing and rubbing her neck. Ann feeling strangely elated jumped to her feet 
and raised her hands above her head.
"I won!" she crowed over Amy.
Rolling onto her back Amy looked up at her victorious hostess and wiping the 
tears from her cheek said, "Yes you won but you won't next time!"