Fighting With Denise
By Soxs


      She was new to the office,a husky gal in her early thirties. What 
God had given her in brains,was missed when it came to looks. She was a 
homely lass but beauty is in the eye of the beholder I'm told. Her job 
required answering the phone lines at the front desk. As a driver for 
the company, whenever I called in with a question or problem, she was 
first to answer and then would transfer me to dispatch or customer 
service. As time went by, she got used to my wild antics of calling in. 
Whenever the past operators would answer the phone,"Good morning, 
American Trucking,how may I help you?", I'd say stuff like,"I'd like to 
order two large pizzas or "How would you like a punch in the 
nose?!",speaking like a drunk....stuff like that. She'd laugh,we'd talk 
for a few minutes,and then it was back to business.  On this one day, I 
answered with, "Ya wanna wrestle?" She replied,"Sure,but you'll probably 
get back here too late,I'm outta here at five!"  Once more we laughed 
and carried on. The next time I said,"Hey, you wanna fight?" To my 
amusement she answered, "Okay, tell you what...when you get back to the 
office,let me know and I'll take you on!" I practically fell outta my 
seat with that. I answered,"Okay,I'll do that!" She laughed again and we 
went back to work.  
     When I hit the terminal that day,I logged out and got changed outta 
my uniform,forgetting the day's banter between me and Denise.  She 
didn't. As I was about to head out of the door to the parking lot,she 
slid up behind me and brushed against me in a gentle nudge. I smelled 
her perfume and turned to find her arm softly around me. She asked if I 
still wanted to fight her and I paused for an instant,bemused by this 
and not sure of what to say. I smiled at her and put my arm around her 
waist, answering with,"What fight?" She smiled back warmly and 
replied,"You know,you and me are supposed to fight after work today, 
remember?"  I asked her if she really wanted to to this with me and she 
seemed to almost beg me to fight her. "What the hell",I said,"why not". 
She beamed as soon as the words left my mouth. Her shoulder length light 
brown hair fluttered in the breeze as she instructed me to meet her 
around the side of the building, which was hidden from sight of all,in 
ten minutes,her quitting time. I agreed and left to think this out. 
Since I was already changed into a tee shirt,shorts,sneakers and white 
socks,I was dressed for the fight,but what was she going to wear,I 
thought. She had been in a floral print dress,flat soled black slip on 
shoes and pantyhose in the office,not too well suited for fighting in. 
Maybe she had a change of clothes in her car? I took up a position in 
the hidden area and waited. Checking to make sure that it was in deed 
hidded from the rest of the world,it was.  Ten minutes passed... 
fifteen...twenty...now I began to feel fooled by all this.  She wasn't 
going to fight.  It was all part of our banter between us. My face went 
red from embarassment as I played the fool in this little game. 
    Just as I was about to start the long walk back to civilisation,she 
came bounding around the corner in the distance, still in her office 
clothes. She apoligized for being "late" and assured me that she was 
eager to fight me. I looked at her attire and said,"In those?" She 
answered,"Sure,give me a minute!" With that,she began removing her 
rings,bracelets,earrings,and watch. I stood frozen in time as I watched 
this female ritual unfold before me. A buldge began to form in my shorts 
as I watched her pudgey fingers perform the task of removing all that 
was glitter from her body,revealing a honed down woman wearing only that 
which was necessary for her to fight. I must admit that I too have 
pudgey fingers. We both had a slight weight problem but were equal in 
size and height.  Her hair was now pulled back loosely but not in a 
ponytail,just a scrunchy thing holding the back part together and 
hanging down. After she had placed her glitters out of the way,she 
turned and faced me. "Ready",she asked?  "Yes",I answered.  To my 
surprise,she balled up those pudgey fingers into fists and moved out to 
meet me. I instinctivly responded in kind and now we moved to each 
other,fists up and ready to fight.  We met in the grass and began to jab 
at each other straight on and without circling. Our shoes touched 
together at the toes as we jabbed at each other's bodies and faces. Our 
pudgey knuckles barely struck with any force as we lightly fought the 
opening seconds in slow motion.  I sensed excitement in her eyes and 
body language as she stood right in front of me and didn't move one way 
or the other. We just stood front to front and lightly jabbed with one 
fist while covering up with the other. Occasionaly she stepped back a 
step and took a deep breath before resuming the fight. Then she'd step 
into me again and continue the jabbing moves. We fought like this for 
ten minutes, neither doing any damage to the other, and it almost seemed 
like a play fight. Ya go through the motions but ya don't really connect 
hard at all. More like touching your fists to your opponent's body. A 
change in the action took place when Denise pushed herself against me 
and grabbed on into a tight clinch. I followed suit and we clinched 
together in a mesh of perfume and sweat. Her hair laid against my cheek 
as we lightly struggled in a slow schuffeling motion,moving slowly along 
the grass. I felt her pantyhosed leg wrap itself around my bare leg and 
hiss at it slid up and down against it. At this point, she moaned and 
began to punch me in the mid section. Hardly feeling the blows, I 
responded with the same tactic and now we fought a body punching duel, 
still locked together with our free arms and our legs. I heard myself 
moan and then heard her moaning again. Sweat flowed freely from us as we 
struggled in a wide circle now, punching into each others' bodies. I 
felt the sock on my entrapped leg sliding downward as her attacking leg 
kept up it's assault. I felt her punches gaining power as moaned more 
and gasped for breath. I increased my punches slightly and she held me 
even tighter with that move. As we fought on along the side of the 
building I sensed her breathing wasn't from the fighting itself but the 
body to body contact caused by the fighting. My buldge grew even larger 
as we pressed together in this ballet of fist against fist.  Her punches 
increased in numbers and force as her breathing increased along with 
them. She brought her other arm into action and leaned against 
me,punching with both hands now. I did the same and we fought with lefts 
and rights against each other. Sides,chests and stomachs were attacked 
but still not  anywhere near full force. She backed me into the wall and 
we locked into a double clinch again,with her pressing against me 
tightly. Her moans turned to shreiks and her face was buried in my 
shoulder as we stood pressed together against the wall. With one gasp 
and loud moan,she shuddered and exploded with a deep thunder against me. 
I erupted at the same time and we held each other for a minute before we 
stopped the fight. Good thing I wore that condem. The End.