Come on in the leathers lovely.
By Smac
A young woman gets to see her first taste of womens' boxing.


It was a fairly ordinary dinner time at the 'Thomas a'Becket'. Two 
drinking rough cider in the public, one faintly alcoholic middle 
aged woman in the lounge trying, without success by the look of 
it, to focus on the financial section of the Wednesday Daily Mail.
When Sue came in, Marcia breathed a sigh of relief. Someone to 
chat to for half an hour.
"Phew, give us a half a lager Marce, what a bloody morning." 
"You working this afternoon?"
"Yeah, he's paying me time and a half to get stuff ready for the 
weekend, I'm not bloody well working then."
Marcia came round with her glass.
"Hey, I like the skirt Marce."
The barmaid gave a twirl.
"Nice, buy it in town?"
"No, my mum sent it from Italy, she more or less lives there now 
you know."
"Oh yes, it's nice isn't it better than this old thing."
She slid off her stool and popped the fasteners of her blood-
stained overall.
Under it she wore an unsavoury once-white tee shirt and a scruffy 
black leather
mini skirt.
"Well mine's brand new, what do you expect, it'll look like yours 
in a couple	of
years, don't worry."
Marcia's leather skirt moulded her pert bottom beautifully.
Even as another girl Sue could appreciate that she had a smashing 
bum. If in any 	doubt she only had to watch the eyes of any man 
up at the bar.
She plonked herself down again and they carried on their quiet 
conversation.
The felt hat came up for two refills but there was no interruption 
from the
public.
"It's ironic, me drinking here really." 
"How do you mean?" asked Marcia.
"Well you know what they do at the Becket in London don't you?" 
"No, what?"
"It's where all the boxing training's done and that."
"Oh, you like boxing do you?"
"Yeah, don't you."
"It's alright, I suppose on the telly you know."
"Oh I don't mean watching it," grinned Sue. Marcia looked 
perplexed.
"Haven't you ever fancied having a go?"
"No.. not really," stammered Marcia, out of her depth.
"I train regularly," boasted Sue. 
"Where?" asked Marcia, still open mouthed.
"Me and a couple of friends have got together, we like it, it 
keeps us fit and is good fun too."
"You mean you box each other?"
"Yeah, and sparring and weight training, all the works." 
She got reluctantly off her stool.
"Anyway I'd better get back to me sausages!" 
She turned at the door.
"You off Fridays still?"
Marcia nodded.
"That's the night us," she raised her fist, "girls meet, you fancy 
coming round?"
Almost involuntarily her auburn head nodded sharply.
"I'll make sure she makes it," thought Sue, "I'll pick you up here 
at seven ok?" She nodded again as she pumped another gin from the 
optic.
"Bye, might see you before Friday."
"Oh, and make sure you wear that skirt, you'll see why." 
As it happened Sue didn't come in Thursday or Friday.
"They must be really busy," thought Marcia.
The butcher's shop where Sue worked was two doors up. It was quite 
unusual for her not to make it of a dinner time, even if it was 
just for a packet of crisps.

She was there at seven on Friday alright though. 
"Do you want a drink?' asked Marcia.
"No, course not come on."
The tall barmaid had quite a job squeezing into the squalid mini. 
As she did so there was a good deal of bare thigh on show. She'd 
worn her little black leather mini, and a matching jacket and 
shoes.
Sue too, had on her leather skirt and a reasonably clean looking 
tee shirt. 
"I wasn't really sure about coming," blurted Marcia, "I'm not sure 
what to expect."
"You'll love it, me and Karen are going to fight tonight, we 
probably would have done anyway because of the long weekend."
It was Easter.
"We'll have a few days to get over it,' she grinned. 
Marcia shook her head slowly.
They pulled up at a terrace of large houses.
"Here we are," sighed Sue, "Karen's house."
"Aren't you going to lock it?"
"Would you pinch it?" smiled the blonde.
Not bothering to ring the bell, Sue ushered her in, watching her 
leather-clad bum sway up the passageway.
"Karen," she called.
"Hi, we're in the lounge."
It was a full house, the other member of the gang, Jill was there 
too.
Marcia smiled when she saw the other girls. They too both wore 
leather.
"This is Marcia, I told you she'd come."
She felt the two pairs of eyes on her, they seemed impressed, 
anyway they were soon all sat round talking about things in 
general.
Karen glanced at the clock, "do you still want to fight?" she 
suddenly asked Sue.
"Yeah, of course, it's a shame to miss the opportunity, we don't 
have to go back to work till Tuesday."
"That's what I thought," grinned Karen.
"You'd like to see us box wouldn't you Marcia?"
"Yyyes," she stammered, "I've never seen live boxing before."
"Especially two girls eh?" smiled Sue. 
Marcia coloured up.
Karen cut in, "Ok we'll get ready in here Sue, I'll get the gear."
She stood, pulled down her very short leather mini and strode 
purposefully from the room. 
Marcia's gaze followed her.
She seemed so confident, not tough but as if she could handle 
herself.
"I wouldn't mind feeling that I could look after myself," thought 
Marcia. 
Was a seed already sown?
Karen bounced back and Sue got up to meet her.
Karen smiled at Marcia, "you can look after Sue if you would," 
suggested Karen, "Jill can second me."
She nodded, unsure of what was expected of her. Karen took charge.
"I've got some new six ounce gloves, so we'll use those. Now, how 
about shorts?" 
Sue turned her nose up.
"Panties then?" She nodded. "What you've got on?" 
"Yeah, if you like."
"And fighting to a decision?"
"Let's get ready then," she stood and divested herself of her 
sweater. Her white bra bulged, full of youthful tit. She snapped 
the catch of her heavy black leather skirt first though and let it 
fall to her bare feet. A white silky thong completed her 
underwear. It stayed on whilst the straining bra was relieved of 
it's duties. Her white breasts bounced high on her chest, her 
nipples the sane dark brown as her hair. She glanced at Sue.
The blonde peeled off her tea shirt and undid the front of her 
light blue bra.
Her breasts matched Karen's in size but, with her being fair, her 
nipples and aerola were lass distinct but much greater in area.
She tackled her skirt and soon stepped out of the scuffed leather. 
Her panties ware a bit more substantial than the brunette's, but 
not much! They both began to loosen up, swinging their arms, 
easing their raising their knees and so on.
The room became heady with the perfume burning off their rapidly 
warming bare bodies.
"Do my hair please Jill," asked Karen.
Sue's was short enough not to bother her in the ring, she carried 
on limbering up.
"Ok, now far the gloves," smiled the brunette, her hair in a tight 
pony tail. She padded over and brought back two packets.
"Red or black?" she asked.
"Um, black please," replied Sue.
"They cost me a fortune," thought Karen, "oh well, they should be 
better than those old ones, I was always afraid they were going to 
split and all the stuffing come out."
"There doesn't appear to be much 'stuffing' in these," she thought 
as she examined her red six ounce boxing gloves.
The leather was thick and soft, a dull satin finish unlike some of 
the other garish, shiny ones she'd been offered in the sports 
store.
She'd looked at them briefly in the shop of course, but this was 
different, she could be hurt by them soon.
Sue was explained to her mystified second how to lace up and tie 
the black gloves onto her fists.
"That's right, a tight bow on the back of my wrist and you can 
tape it over in a minute to stop it coming undone."
"How long will you box for?" she asked naively.
"Can't say, Karen and me are pretty evenly matched. Ten, twelve 
rounds perhaps. You never know when you get into a boxing ring, 
nothing's for sure."
Marcia shuddered.
"Still she seems pretty calm," she thought.
Soon there they were. Just in tiny panties and little leather 
boxing gloves. They looked keyed up, ready for action.
"Where do you do it?" asked Marcia.
"Upstairs, come on we're ready now."
Jill paused to grab a pile of bits as they headed upstairs.
Marcia felt as though she was in a dream. The two naked girls in 
boxing gloves with their white shoulders in front and she and Jill 
both in black leather jackets and skirts bringing up the rear.
Rears was what was on offer as they climbed the wide staircase. 
Sue's quite nice, but Karen's was better, more like her own 
really. Karen's more broad and feminine. Also her's was bare, the 
blonde's covered, for the moment by a thin white vee.
Marcia s eyes widened when she entered the boxing room.
It was bare, except for a real boxing ring. She looked hard at it. 
The corners, the white canvas.
"What's that?' she thought.
There were red splashes all over the ring floor. 9ue followed her 
gaze.
'Yeah, we must get that scrubbed this weekend. That was Jill and a 
friend of her's last month.
Marcia shot the girl a glance, looking for signs of injury, she 
saw none, only an attractive, self assured girl of about twenty 
five.
"Perhaps there is something to this, they all seem to have an air 
about them." _ The two boxers jumped into the ring. 
Sue began to pummel the padding in one corner whilst Karen, her 
big breasts bouncing, jogged on the spot tapping her red boxing 
gloves together.
"Want me to referee?' asked Jill.
"No," said Karen, "we know what's what."
Her second gave the bemused Marcia a sponge and a towel.
"There's already water,' she indicated a red bucket, "anything 
else, give us a shout."
"Ready?"
Both naked girls nodded.
'Round one!'
Marcia gripped the top rope in Sue's corner as the two girls 
squared up to one another.
The first punch shocked her. Sue's head snapped back, Karen shook 
her red-gloved fist. 
These gloves were hard.
Sue's cheek showed where the boxing glove had impacted.
'Phew,' gasped Marcia, 'I bet that stung.'
Sue showed no sign of distress but took another two crisp punches 
before striking out herself. Her punch was, if anything heavier 
than the brunette's she seemed to pack more power and venom.
More left leads landed till Jill called a halt. 'Not a bad first 
round eh?' smiled Sue. 
'Aren't you scared?'
'Yeah, but nicely scared,' she said confusingly, "besides, I like 
the challenge and it's like they say, you don't feel too much when 
you're actually boxing, tomorrow may be a different story." 
Marcia's pelvis tightened.
"Why do you do it then?"
She thought for a bit.
'Um, if you box and get beaten well you've probably learnt 
something about boxing and yourself, if you box and win, 
well........ that's something I can't describe, you'll have to 
have a go yourself.'
She wriggled her bare bum on the stool and stuffed her black 
gloves down between her clenched thighs.
Marcia's mind raced.
'Box on!' cried Jill.
Sue came back with a cut lip, Karen went to her corner with a 
broad smile. Marcia looked over to Jill.
The big girl motioned for her to wet the sponge and mop up the 
blood.
She was beginning to see for sure where the spots on the canvas 
came from. 
Karen had done the damage to her fighter's mouth early on in the 
second and had kept hitting her in the face through to the bell. 
Little specks of Sue's blood hid gone everywhere.
Jill came over.
She rolled Sue's bottom lip down, "that's nothing," and walked 
back to Karen's side.
Her nose was trickling blood too when she sat down after the 
fourth. Marcia gingerly applied the damp sponge again.
She looked rather surprised when the blonde rose at Jill's shout 
for the fifth.
"You're not carrying on?"
Sue smiled a bloody grin, "you heard, it's nothing."
With the start of the fifth came the start of the breast punching. 
They hit each other in the tits all through the round.
"Christ, that hurts doesn't it?' Marcia marvelled.
"Yeah1 you get kind of used to it though, "custom enures us to 
	everything' you 	know.'
The quote was out of character for Sue and out of place in the 
	blood spattered boxing ring.
The blood on Sue's face was largely dry by now, but both girls' 
tits looked red and sore.
They punched each other all over in the sixth and seventh. Sue 
began to bleed again, and Marcia to worry about her.
In the eighth an uppercut in the face from Karen sent the blonde 
to the canvas, she rolled onto her front In an attempt to get up 
but instead just lay there, the blood from her hurt nose further 
staining the canvas.
Marcia was going to squeeze through the ropes, but a glance from 
Jill stopped her.
'I thought she said they were evenly matched?' she thought, 
watching her boxer squirming on the ring floor, her sweat-damp 
panties rucking farther between her buttocks as each second 
passed.
Jill called for the end of the round and nodded to her to get into 
the ring. Jill joined her.
'Let's get her onto her stool.'
The leather strained over their ample bottoms as they raised Sue 
and walked her over to her corner.
By the time she was sat down she had come round.
"My nose, I think she's broke it!'
'Let's see,' sighed Jill.
Slapping a wet sponge over it first to sluice away sole of the 
blood, she ran her long fingers over the girl's streaming nose.
"No, it's alright just bleeding a bit that's all.'
Marcia whispered to Jill, 'it's a bit one sided, this fight, isn't 
it?'
"It's her fight, she can stop whenever she likes,' she snapped and 
went back to tend Karen.
"Come on, pack it in Sue, you're in a right mess.'
Her face blood had by now, reached the thin waist band of her 
panties, her thighs were streaked with it too.
'She must finish it,' she grimaced, staring at the corner opposite 
and her friend Karen.
Two more rounds she lasted.
Marcia had to look away several times.
She went down twice in the tenth before Karen stopped her with a 
cruel left cross to the tits followed by an uppercut to the face 
which caused blood to squirt all over both of the boxers.
Now even Jill looked mildly concerned. 
Marcia's stomach was churning.
"Now I see why she said she may need time to recover!'
Jill jumped Into the ring with a towel. She wrapped it around her 
right hand and firmly pinched the blonde's nose.
"Let's get her into the bathroom."
No-one worried about Karen, she sat on her stool, sweating 
profusely but substantially unhurt1 apart from a few facial 
bruises and red, and slightly swollen tits. All the blood on her 
was from her friend's nose.
She could hear the three of them crashing about in her bathroom, 
then Jill came to get her out of her red boxing gloves.
"Good one Karen, best fight I've seen here."
In the bathroom Marcia stood over Susan. She was laid out on the 
floor, covered in blood, the towel wrapped round her face already 
leaking blood onto the carpet. Slowly her right glove moved over 
to the bloody vet of her ruined panties and she began to massage 
herself.
The flame which had been lit for Marcia on seeing how sure of 
themselves the boxers had been, was once extinguished on seeing 
Susan brutalised flared again briefly as she felt a stirring in 
her own guts.
It was reinforced when Karen came in to shake her hand as victor, 
her panties too were wet between the legs, but It wasn't all sweat 
from the ten rounds of boxing.