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Sarah Teaches The Cocky Blonde Goddess A Few Lessons
24-Mar-13 21:13
I’ve been blessed by a long relationship with a magnificent woman. Sarah is a 42 year old beautiful dark-haired brunette, classy, very intelligent and funny as hell!! Though not built like a model at 4’11” and barely over 100 pounds, she carries herself with dignity and elegance, the result of a youthful foray into ballet. Sarah is an extraordinarily sensual woman. She can turn me on like a light bulb with one of her sensual little glances. Although proper in public, Sarah has a wild side I have enjoyed throughout our time together.
I hesitate to call Chuck and Holly friends – and after the evenings I am about to describe, it’s doubtful they will ever be. We met them through friends at a lake party over this past 4th of July weekend. Chuck is a good guy, a lot of fun, and madly in lust with his hot, extremely ego-centric blonde wife. Holly is a distractingly gorgeous hair stylist at a high end men’s salon and spa as well as a part time trade show model. Still hot at 39 years old, Holly was 5’4” and 118 pounds (her claim, not shared by Sarah who puts her weight at 125), an obviously ‘surgically enhanced’ busty natural brunette gone blonde. Holly has an inflated self-image and ego that matches her, well, inflated 34D/small DD (more on that later) chest. Physically, she’s the gorgeous, all-American girl type, an ex-college cheerleader with unmet aspirations of being part of a professional cheerleading squad some years before. Her only personality flaw is the ‘look at me – aren’t I hot?’ attitude she carries with her wherever she goes, an arrogance that wears thin quickly.
Our party on the lake spilled over into a bar down the beach that hosted, for that evening, a female oil wrestling tournament! We had to go! What red-blooded American male would turn his back on that!! In the course of the evening, Sarah and I learned from Holly and Chuck that Holly had wrestled in the past, in a couple of private matches at a sponsor’s home. Chuck even volunteered to share some confidential videos of the event! Sarah and my eyes locked – but I could tell by her look that wrestling in oil had little interest to her – ‘that stuff would take days to get out of all my girl parts, you know?’ I thought for a bit that Holly might give it a go, but well, that wrong time of the month thing kept her on the sidelines. She did become our expert in the matter of women’s wrestling. With her arrogance fueled by a few margueritas though, she was one small step away from becoming completely obnoxious, her commentary peppered by an analysis of how she would have won each match, what they were doing wrong, etc. etc.
Chuck obviously had the idea before I did of trying to talk Sarah into a match with his wife. On the admittedly drunken walk back, he couldn’t restrain himself anymore!! (These quotes are the best my tequila numbed mind can recall!) “Hey, not tonight, because we’re all pretty wasted, but why don’t YOU girls wrestle?? What do you think Sarah – would you take Holly on?” Sarah, without missing a beat thought “That sounds like a LOT of fun!! Let’s do that sometime!” (You just gotta love her outlook on things!) Holly’s response was right in character. “Oh sure – you match us up before Sarah even knows what she’s getting herself into!! She’s never done this before!” Other comments ensued until Holly opined that “well, I’ve wrestled some before – and I could teach you a bit if you want. Let’s find a weekend and set it up! I’m game!” Clearly, Holly sensed an easy victory against the much smaller woman.
Well, there was NO way Chuck and I were going to let this drop, lustful lads that we are! He and I spent a good deal of time ‘planning’ behind the scenes, even to the point of deciding that we needed some sort of ‘bet’ between us! One thing for sure is that women have a very critical eye and a built in jealousy when it comes to other women. Sarah was fairly quick to point out that Holly was “gorgeous, but I’m not sure she’s in great shape. I’m sure you just looked at those boobs of hers in that bikini, didn’t you? Ha – men!!! Yea, yea, yea – of course you did! Did you happen to notice the jiggly tummy she kept trying to hold in and her kinda flabby thighs? Huh – did you? She’s bigger than me which is gonna give her an advantage, but if you taught me some stuff and if I got to practice enough, I think I could do ok against her. She doesn’t look all that strong. She might beat me but I think it would be close – really!” 
Sarah was right about where a man’s eye go when you see Holly in a bikini! And yea, to my eye, Sarah was firmer (Holly was indeed a little soft thru the middle) and probably in better aerobic condition. Now, how to use that fact? hmmm….
A phone call to Chuck really got things going. “Chuck, before we bet on something here, I have no idea how Holly and Sarah compare fitness wise. How much does Holly work out?” (Baiting the hook!) “Not a lot really – she jogs or rides her bike a couple of times a week and uses her Bow Flex every now and again. What about Sarah?” (Sarah runs 2 miles 3 to 5 times a week and works out on an Elliptical machine twice a week.) “Chuck,” (he says, setting the hook!) “I guess she works out about as much as Holly. She’s not a gym rat. Hmmm, just an idea here, but how about matching them up in a race down the beach from our place so we can get a better idea?? Loser buys a magnum of wine and we have a cookout afterwards, get to know each other a little better before this goes any further?” Chuck was all too eager to agree. And, not surprisingly, Sarah was immediately on board. Chuck mentioned Holly was hesitant at first, but he was able to talk her into it…hmmmm…wonder why that was?? 
Chuck admitted after our conversation, that Holly started to jog a little bit more and they practiced wrestling a bit, but “Holly had a good deal of experience, so we didn’t go crazy learning stuff.” Even though the wrestling was still some time in the future, Sarah and I also began to practice wrestling almost nightly, and, yea, we DID learn new stuff. Sarah shocked me by really wanting to learn holds and moves and all. A basic over achiever – sort of the story of her life! I have to admit, and Chuck concurred, that these sessions always seemed to end up nude…and wrestling seemed to take a different direction. 
Before the beach race, Chuck loaned me a DVD of Holly’s matches to give Sarah an idea of what goes on so she knew what she was up against. “This is kinda what I am thinking we’d do – so take a look at this. These are from private matches she does for the owner of the modeling agency she models for. But, don’t ever tell Holly you saw these,” he begged, “or I am dead!” After promising eternal secrecy, Sarah and I spent a night enjoying a bottle of wine and taking in the spectacle. Truly one of the most sensual things I have ever witnessed. A large room in a clearly beautiful house was the site of both matches. They wrestled on a soft mat in a darkened room with the only light coming from spot lights mounted to the ceiling. Both matches were best of 7 contests which pitted Holly against similar sized and nearly equally attractive women. And, they wore only thongs, which they changed between most every round. The prize money, offered up by the 4 men and 2 women watching, was substantial; $2500 to the winner and $1000 to the loser which I’m sure contributed to the obvious intensity of the action. These were no fake roll-arounds, but full on wrestling fought from either a standing or kneeling position with rounds determined either by a 10 second pin or a submission. Without getting into details, Holly lost both matches, one close (4-3 where Holly had lost a 3-1 lead, losing the last 3 rounds in a row) and the other more one-sided at 4-1. We were obviously captivated by her beauty and her determination, less so by her fitness and strength.
By loaning me the video I am sure he meant to show his wife off. But what he also did, maybe unknowingly, was to tip us off to Holly’s weaknesses – she was not especially quick for her size, and her stamina was, at best, seemingly average. “Look at her,” Sarah mentioned a number of times, “See how tired out she is?? She looks exhausted!” After watching the video, we both knew Sarah would run Holly into the beach when they raced. I loved the thought of that! Sarah also wondered after seeing the wrestling and Holly’s two losing performances, whether Chuck might be intentionally setting her up to lose. Holly’s huge ego was hard to take…you wonder whether he was extracting revenge by playing up to it and silently loving the result.
The last little clip on the video was Holly running in a race to raise money for breast cancer research – “The Stiletto Sprint.” Women raised money throughout the community by selling tickets to the race and soliciting donations. The 100 yard race was run in shorts, t-shirts and Stiletto heels that had to be at least 4” high. Out of protection, the women also wore knee and elbow pads which proved for many to be a useful accessory. Some women seemed to master the ability to run in 4” heels, others, well, not so much. Holly was in the latter category. She finished mid-pack, but it was hard to tell if it was a lack of speed or just the awkwardness of running in heels, as she fell behind right from the start, nearly getting run over by women starting behind her that had more of the knack. I hated returning the DVD…. But it had served its purpose. Sarah was brimming with confidence, especially relating to the race, and we had seen enough of Holly wrestling to be able to put together a little strategy that would we hoped attack her obvious weaknesses, not the least of which was a pattern of almost immediate submissions when she was trapped in body scissors by her opponent. She clearly had no idea how to escape the hold and submitted time and time again as her opponents clearly began to understand her flaw. A point well noted by us – Thanks Chuck! I’m sure you can imagine what hold Sarah and I practiced…..over and over and…well…over! Strong little legs Sarah has! 
Anyway, back to the race. The night of the big event and cookout came a couple of weeks later, at the end of a scorching, brutally hot 105 degree day – typical for this past summer. We happen to live in a rural area about 25 miles from the center of a very large city. A semi-private and nearly perfect spot for our little event. Our yard is at the peak of a very gradual little knoll above the lake. Down the hill to the beach (hard packed sand) and to a pier is about a 700 yard run. That became their course. Down a very gentle grade to the beach, turn right, run to the pier, around the first piling and back, a bit more than 3/4s of a mile. Chuck volunteered to buy the wine – premonition perhaps? 
While I would have loved for this little race to be topless…or less…decorum (and career preservation) dictated something a little more prudent; bikini’s with t-shirts over top. Sort of the typical end of day lake-wear, at least around us.
Once Holly and Chuck arrived, it was clear, Holly was nervous. Sarah was her usual fun self – Holly very stiff and for once, semi-quiet. Winning or losing was never terribly important to Sarah. Holly on the other hand, seemed to have her entire ego riding on the outcome of this. Once they had gone inside to change and were out of earshot, Sarah looked at me wide-eyed and said “Wow, did you see her? She’s like a nervous wreck over this! That’s amazing! It’s a fricken’ bottle of wine – is her ego THAT BIG?!” We both agreed it had to be, the way she was behaving. Either that or, deep down, she knew she was in over her head in a race with Sarah.
“Just run to the pier at a comfortable pace and gauge what you do after you turn to head back. Even if you are behind, I wouldn’t worry much – just keep the pace the same. She won’t be able to last – agree?” “Oh yea, for sure! She doesn’t have the stamina for this.” We didn’t think Holly would be able to maintain any sort of quick pace on the way back. I was positive Sarah would win.
Chuck told me afterwards that their strategy was for Holly to save energy, try to stay close to Sarah without wearing herself out and wait until the last quarter of the race before picking up the pace. Chuck knew Holly’s ego and the fact that she wasn’t much of a runner and was trying to do what he could to give her a chance. He’s a good guy, but in this race, I was riding Secretariat while he was driving a show pony.
Watching Holly strutting toward us in a gorgeous pink designer bikini (expensive as hell, per Chuck) was quite the sight. This time, I wouldn’t let me eyes just focus on her gorgeous face or prodigious DD chest. I took her all in – and I had to admit, Sarah was absolutely right. Holly was in good, but not great condition. Compared to Sarah, Holly’s thighs were a bit more jiggly and her abs softer, the definite beginnings of a tummy roll were there, which she tried to carefully keep ‘sucked in’. Ever so observant Sarah clearly pointed both out with a whispered, “Ok, you see what I mean? Not firm.” But still, even with a couple of minor ‘flaws’, any one would have to admit that, the big-haired, blonde MILF was gorgeous…absolutely stunning.
Together finally at the top of hill, we all laughed. We had to admit that what was about to happen was silly…but very hot. Sarah and Holly slipped on their t-shirts (white in Sarah’s case, bikini matching pink in Holly’s) and warmed up a little with stretches and light exercises. Chuck, ever the goof, brought the magnum of red wine along as a prop. “Ok kids – this is the prize! To the winner goes the wine!” Sarah was laughing and giggling, playing up to Chuck, playfully trying to steal the wine. Holly was tense, an occasional smirk or smile at best, hands on hips. Her mood hardly lightened at all, even after a little fun smack talk from Sarah, “You’re going down girl! The Wine will be Mine!” A serious, “We’ll see,” and a toss of her big, blonde mane was all an edgy Holly could come back with.
“Let’s just do this, ok? This is stupid. Let’s go guys.” Yes ma’am, Ms. Holly. Anything you say, Ms. Holly.
“Are you ready Sarah?” “You bet!!”
“Ok girls. Ready? Set? GO!”
The path down to the beach was at most 30-40 yards long, and by the bottom, Holly had a very slight lead, Sarah sort of drafting her NASCAR style while smiling and waving to us. Chuck and I had a perfect observation perch along the bluff bordering the lake, and both of us had binoculars to better follow the action. Sarah ran like a runner – arms casually pumping in rhythm with her stride. Holly didn’t look as coordinated as Sarah, her arm motion clearly not that of an experienced runner. Seeing them side by side, I knew Sarah had Holly beat, the only question was by how much.
Sarah maintained the comfortable, even pace we talked about, and after maybe 50 yards along the beach, she was shoulder to shoulder with an unsmiling Holly. After maybe another 100 yards or so, Sarah had drawn out to a lead of maybe 20 feet. Throughout the run to the pier, Sarah continued to gradually draw away from a slowing Holly, reaching the piling maybe 75 or so feet in front.
Chuck and I had made it to about half way between the start and the pier by the time they began their return run, with Chuck rooting Holly on during our walk. “Come on Holly! Pick up the pace baby! Catch her!” Sarah told me later that as she rounded the piling and passed Holly still jogging in the opposite direction she knew she had her beat. “She was gasping for air sweating like crazy. She wouldn’t even look at me!”
Looking thru the binoculars, it was clear the Blonde Bombshell was really laboring once we could see her face, much as Sarah would tell me later. Her head was down, her face red and she was clearly out of breath, her stride now noticeably shorter. About a third of the way back, the fatigued blonde lioness had fallen at least 50-60 yards behind Sarah, who continued to basically jog at the same even pace she began at. “Ah man, I think Holly is cooked. If she had a white flag, I’d have her wave it. Darn guy, I thought we’d have a closer race. Sarah’s just too fit for her. Damn!” Holly was really fading fast and, I had to admit, I loved it!
A hundred or so yards later, Holly looked completely out of gas and out of the race…and Chuck knew it. “She’s beat man, she’s finished. She’s way too far behind now and she’s barely running – look at the short stride.” At least a full minute behind, the look on Holly’s face thru the binoculars was one of total anguish as she watched Sarah become a smaller and smaller dot on the horizon as she ran away from the spent blonde goddess. Seconds later, Holly stumbled over a small gully on the beach, staggered a few steps and ultimately landed on her hands and knees and rolled to her back…..the look of anguish on her face was insanely hot. Beaten and completely frustrated, the weary blonde MILF got back to her hands and knees and flailed her arms in Sarah’s direction, shrieking something along the lines of “Oh screw this!” as she sat on the beach, red as a ripe tomato, chest heaving as she gasped for air, here sweaty t-shirt and legs covered in sand. Clearly exhausted, Holly struggled to regain her feet, putting her weary weight on her left leg and bracing herself as she tried to stand. Dusting herself off, Holly noticed other couples approaching her from the same bluff we were standing on. Immensely prideful, Holly valiantly started slowly jogging again until they had passed. Both couples turned to look at her as they passed, probably wondering what was up with that scene!
Seconds later, Holly threw in the towel and slowed to a walk while still some 100 yards from the hill and at least that far behind Sarah, just too tired to go any further. Alternately jogging and walking the final distance, Holly reached the base of the walkway minutes astern of Sarah, who was already at the top of the hill enjoying a celebratory low cal beer!
All of us applauded Holly as she walked slowly, breathing heavily, hands on hips, head down up the slope from the beach. Sarah hugged her when she reached the top before I could do the same. “Good race girl!” Sarah brightly offered in an attempt to improve Holly’s glum demeanor. “Yea, right – for you maybe! But you won – so congratulations I guess,” Holly said sticking her hand out to shake Sarah’s. “I need to take a shower and change.” “Come with me Holly, I need one too!” With a mischievous wink and a smile, Sarah followed Holly to the door and disappeared into the cool house.
Chuck and I went inside to get out of the heat and made small talk for an hour while the girls showered and changed. Chuck revealed that he never thought Holly could beat Sarah, but it was hot to watch her try! That I had to agree with!! (I was getting more and more convinced he was into watching her get her ego clipped thru situations like this.) We agreed that we’d check with the girls, but we were still serious about getting them to wrestle, setting a tentative date of 3 weeks away. Our conversation drifted toward rules (mostly towards preventing any injury), round endings (10 second pins or submissions), and length (best of 7 rounds with rests in between each). Chuck offered that “I’m sure Holly will be up for this, especially after the race! With her ego, she’ll want to pay back Sarah Big Time!!” We didn’t want the bet to be anything monetary, but something more ‘sensual’…more personal. We agreed we’d need to get the girls involved in that one.
Holly seemed in a better mood after her shower and the couple of pomegranate martinis Sarah had taken upstairs. Standing in the kitchen smiling, nipples fully erect in all honesty, Holly looking scorching hot in her strapless white summer dress that seductively flaunted her cleavage while seemingly staying up in defiance of gravity. Our shower in our master bed room was large and had two shower heads. Unbeknownst to Chuck or me, at Sarah’s suggestion, the girls showered together, which Sarah couldn’t wait to tease me with!! Inviting me upstairs to ‘help me with this please?” she started playfully singing…”I saw Holly nude. I saw Holly nude…..!” “Huh, you did what??!!” Telling me they showered in our double shower, she was like a little kid! Very proud of herself! “So, ok, I’m dyin’ here missy! So, tell me before I spank you, what DOES Ms. Attitude look like nude?” “Aw, poor baby is all hot and bothered!! Give me a long kiss (I did!), be nice (I was!) and I’ll tell you.” Still hugging her after the long kiss and looking down into her eyes, Sarah quietly whispered, “Well, her drapes and carpeting don’t match!! She’s blonde on top, dark on the bottom – just like all that big blonde hair she has with the dark roots. She’s trimmed herself into a little “V” sort of thing…not a lot of hair, but what she’s got is cut short and its dark brown. And, you would have loved watching her soap herself up….teehee!!! She just likes rubbing those big boobies of hers!!!! She puts on quite the show – and I’m a girl, not a guy! It was obvious she was showing herself off – not sexually, but more along the ‘look at how hot I am!’ way. Margaret (a gorgeous friend of ours) has a better body, but Holly isn’t far behind – Margaret is just fitter, leaner I guess mostly. Just watching her, I can’t imagine the show her husband must get!” Sarah continued by saying her implants are near perfect (Oh man!) her abs were a little soft and needed some toning up (“She’s got a few rolls when she sits down.”
and she had a cute ‘bubble butt’. Did I mention my wife is a little tease??? My first wife would have no more showered with another woman than bungee jump.
To be continued……………..if readers find this interesting….wrestling is next……..
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I hesitate to call Chuck and Holly friends – and after the evenings I am about to describe, it’s doubtful they will ever be. We met them through friends at a lake party over this past 4th of July weekend. Chuck is a good guy, a lot of fun, and madly in lust with his hot, extremely ego-centric blonde wife. Holly is a distractingly gorgeous hair stylist at a high end men’s salon and spa as well as a part time trade show model. Still hot at 39 years old, Holly was 5’4” and 118 pounds (her claim, not shared by Sarah who puts her weight at 125), an obviously ‘surgically enhanced’ busty natural brunette gone blonde. Holly has an inflated self-image and ego that matches her, well, inflated 34D/small DD (more on that later) chest. Physically, she’s the gorgeous, all-American girl type, an ex-college cheerleader with unmet aspirations of being part of a professional cheerleading squad some years before. Her only personality flaw is the ‘look at me – aren’t I hot?’ attitude she carries with her wherever she goes, an arrogance that wears thin quickly.
Our party on the lake spilled over into a bar down the beach that hosted, for that evening, a female oil wrestling tournament! We had to go! What red-blooded American male would turn his back on that!! In the course of the evening, Sarah and I learned from Holly and Chuck that Holly had wrestled in the past, in a couple of private matches at a sponsor’s home. Chuck even volunteered to share some confidential videos of the event! Sarah and my eyes locked – but I could tell by her look that wrestling in oil had little interest to her – ‘that stuff would take days to get out of all my girl parts, you know?’ I thought for a bit that Holly might give it a go, but well, that wrong time of the month thing kept her on the sidelines. She did become our expert in the matter of women’s wrestling. With her arrogance fueled by a few margueritas though, she was one small step away from becoming completely obnoxious, her commentary peppered by an analysis of how she would have won each match, what they were doing wrong, etc. etc.
Chuck obviously had the idea before I did of trying to talk Sarah into a match with his wife. On the admittedly drunken walk back, he couldn’t restrain himself anymore!! (These quotes are the best my tequila numbed mind can recall!) “Hey, not tonight, because we’re all pretty wasted, but why don’t YOU girls wrestle?? What do you think Sarah – would you take Holly on?” Sarah, without missing a beat thought “That sounds like a LOT of fun!! Let’s do that sometime!” (You just gotta love her outlook on things!) Holly’s response was right in character. “Oh sure – you match us up before Sarah even knows what she’s getting herself into!! She’s never done this before!” Other comments ensued until Holly opined that “well, I’ve wrestled some before – and I could teach you a bit if you want. Let’s find a weekend and set it up! I’m game!” Clearly, Holly sensed an easy victory against the much smaller woman.
Well, there was NO way Chuck and I were going to let this drop, lustful lads that we are! He and I spent a good deal of time ‘planning’ behind the scenes, even to the point of deciding that we needed some sort of ‘bet’ between us! One thing for sure is that women have a very critical eye and a built in jealousy when it comes to other women. Sarah was fairly quick to point out that Holly was “gorgeous, but I’m not sure she’s in great shape. I’m sure you just looked at those boobs of hers in that bikini, didn’t you? Ha – men!!! Yea, yea, yea – of course you did! Did you happen to notice the jiggly tummy she kept trying to hold in and her kinda flabby thighs? Huh – did you? She’s bigger than me which is gonna give her an advantage, but if you taught me some stuff and if I got to practice enough, I think I could do ok against her. She doesn’t look all that strong. She might beat me but I think it would be close – really!” 
Sarah was right about where a man’s eye go when you see Holly in a bikini! And yea, to my eye, Sarah was firmer (Holly was indeed a little soft thru the middle) and probably in better aerobic condition. Now, how to use that fact? hmmm….
A phone call to Chuck really got things going. “Chuck, before we bet on something here, I have no idea how Holly and Sarah compare fitness wise. How much does Holly work out?” (Baiting the hook!) “Not a lot really – she jogs or rides her bike a couple of times a week and uses her Bow Flex every now and again. What about Sarah?” (Sarah runs 2 miles 3 to 5 times a week and works out on an Elliptical machine twice a week.) “Chuck,” (he says, setting the hook!) “I guess she works out about as much as Holly. She’s not a gym rat. Hmmm, just an idea here, but how about matching them up in a race down the beach from our place so we can get a better idea?? Loser buys a magnum of wine and we have a cookout afterwards, get to know each other a little better before this goes any further?” Chuck was all too eager to agree. And, not surprisingly, Sarah was immediately on board. Chuck mentioned Holly was hesitant at first, but he was able to talk her into it…hmmmm…wonder why that was?? 
Chuck admitted after our conversation, that Holly started to jog a little bit more and they practiced wrestling a bit, but “Holly had a good deal of experience, so we didn’t go crazy learning stuff.” Even though the wrestling was still some time in the future, Sarah and I also began to practice wrestling almost nightly, and, yea, we DID learn new stuff. Sarah shocked me by really wanting to learn holds and moves and all. A basic over achiever – sort of the story of her life! I have to admit, and Chuck concurred, that these sessions always seemed to end up nude…and wrestling seemed to take a different direction. 
Before the beach race, Chuck loaned me a DVD of Holly’s matches to give Sarah an idea of what goes on so she knew what she was up against. “This is kinda what I am thinking we’d do – so take a look at this. These are from private matches she does for the owner of the modeling agency she models for. But, don’t ever tell Holly you saw these,” he begged, “or I am dead!” After promising eternal secrecy, Sarah and I spent a night enjoying a bottle of wine and taking in the spectacle. Truly one of the most sensual things I have ever witnessed. A large room in a clearly beautiful house was the site of both matches. They wrestled on a soft mat in a darkened room with the only light coming from spot lights mounted to the ceiling. Both matches were best of 7 contests which pitted Holly against similar sized and nearly equally attractive women. And, they wore only thongs, which they changed between most every round. The prize money, offered up by the 4 men and 2 women watching, was substantial; $2500 to the winner and $1000 to the loser which I’m sure contributed to the obvious intensity of the action. These were no fake roll-arounds, but full on wrestling fought from either a standing or kneeling position with rounds determined either by a 10 second pin or a submission. Without getting into details, Holly lost both matches, one close (4-3 where Holly had lost a 3-1 lead, losing the last 3 rounds in a row) and the other more one-sided at 4-1. We were obviously captivated by her beauty and her determination, less so by her fitness and strength.
By loaning me the video I am sure he meant to show his wife off. But what he also did, maybe unknowingly, was to tip us off to Holly’s weaknesses – she was not especially quick for her size, and her stamina was, at best, seemingly average. “Look at her,” Sarah mentioned a number of times, “See how tired out she is?? She looks exhausted!” After watching the video, we both knew Sarah would run Holly into the beach when they raced. I loved the thought of that! Sarah also wondered after seeing the wrestling and Holly’s two losing performances, whether Chuck might be intentionally setting her up to lose. Holly’s huge ego was hard to take…you wonder whether he was extracting revenge by playing up to it and silently loving the result.
The last little clip on the video was Holly running in a race to raise money for breast cancer research – “The Stiletto Sprint.” Women raised money throughout the community by selling tickets to the race and soliciting donations. The 100 yard race was run in shorts, t-shirts and Stiletto heels that had to be at least 4” high. Out of protection, the women also wore knee and elbow pads which proved for many to be a useful accessory. Some women seemed to master the ability to run in 4” heels, others, well, not so much. Holly was in the latter category. She finished mid-pack, but it was hard to tell if it was a lack of speed or just the awkwardness of running in heels, as she fell behind right from the start, nearly getting run over by women starting behind her that had more of the knack. I hated returning the DVD…. But it had served its purpose. Sarah was brimming with confidence, especially relating to the race, and we had seen enough of Holly wrestling to be able to put together a little strategy that would we hoped attack her obvious weaknesses, not the least of which was a pattern of almost immediate submissions when she was trapped in body scissors by her opponent. She clearly had no idea how to escape the hold and submitted time and time again as her opponents clearly began to understand her flaw. A point well noted by us – Thanks Chuck! I’m sure you can imagine what hold Sarah and I practiced…..over and over and…well…over! Strong little legs Sarah has! 
Anyway, back to the race. The night of the big event and cookout came a couple of weeks later, at the end of a scorching, brutally hot 105 degree day – typical for this past summer. We happen to live in a rural area about 25 miles from the center of a very large city. A semi-private and nearly perfect spot for our little event. Our yard is at the peak of a very gradual little knoll above the lake. Down the hill to the beach (hard packed sand) and to a pier is about a 700 yard run. That became their course. Down a very gentle grade to the beach, turn right, run to the pier, around the first piling and back, a bit more than 3/4s of a mile. Chuck volunteered to buy the wine – premonition perhaps? 
While I would have loved for this little race to be topless…or less…decorum (and career preservation) dictated something a little more prudent; bikini’s with t-shirts over top. Sort of the typical end of day lake-wear, at least around us.
Once Holly and Chuck arrived, it was clear, Holly was nervous. Sarah was her usual fun self – Holly very stiff and for once, semi-quiet. Winning or losing was never terribly important to Sarah. Holly on the other hand, seemed to have her entire ego riding on the outcome of this. Once they had gone inside to change and were out of earshot, Sarah looked at me wide-eyed and said “Wow, did you see her? She’s like a nervous wreck over this! That’s amazing! It’s a fricken’ bottle of wine – is her ego THAT BIG?!” We both agreed it had to be, the way she was behaving. Either that or, deep down, she knew she was in over her head in a race with Sarah.
“Just run to the pier at a comfortable pace and gauge what you do after you turn to head back. Even if you are behind, I wouldn’t worry much – just keep the pace the same. She won’t be able to last – agree?” “Oh yea, for sure! She doesn’t have the stamina for this.” We didn’t think Holly would be able to maintain any sort of quick pace on the way back. I was positive Sarah would win.
Chuck told me afterwards that their strategy was for Holly to save energy, try to stay close to Sarah without wearing herself out and wait until the last quarter of the race before picking up the pace. Chuck knew Holly’s ego and the fact that she wasn’t much of a runner and was trying to do what he could to give her a chance. He’s a good guy, but in this race, I was riding Secretariat while he was driving a show pony.
Watching Holly strutting toward us in a gorgeous pink designer bikini (expensive as hell, per Chuck) was quite the sight. This time, I wouldn’t let me eyes just focus on her gorgeous face or prodigious DD chest. I took her all in – and I had to admit, Sarah was absolutely right. Holly was in good, but not great condition. Compared to Sarah, Holly’s thighs were a bit more jiggly and her abs softer, the definite beginnings of a tummy roll were there, which she tried to carefully keep ‘sucked in’. Ever so observant Sarah clearly pointed both out with a whispered, “Ok, you see what I mean? Not firm.” But still, even with a couple of minor ‘flaws’, any one would have to admit that, the big-haired, blonde MILF was gorgeous…absolutely stunning.
Together finally at the top of hill, we all laughed. We had to admit that what was about to happen was silly…but very hot. Sarah and Holly slipped on their t-shirts (white in Sarah’s case, bikini matching pink in Holly’s) and warmed up a little with stretches and light exercises. Chuck, ever the goof, brought the magnum of red wine along as a prop. “Ok kids – this is the prize! To the winner goes the wine!” Sarah was laughing and giggling, playing up to Chuck, playfully trying to steal the wine. Holly was tense, an occasional smirk or smile at best, hands on hips. Her mood hardly lightened at all, even after a little fun smack talk from Sarah, “You’re going down girl! The Wine will be Mine!” A serious, “We’ll see,” and a toss of her big, blonde mane was all an edgy Holly could come back with.
“Let’s just do this, ok? This is stupid. Let’s go guys.” Yes ma’am, Ms. Holly. Anything you say, Ms. Holly.
“Are you ready Sarah?” “You bet!!”
“Ok girls. Ready? Set? GO!”
The path down to the beach was at most 30-40 yards long, and by the bottom, Holly had a very slight lead, Sarah sort of drafting her NASCAR style while smiling and waving to us. Chuck and I had a perfect observation perch along the bluff bordering the lake, and both of us had binoculars to better follow the action. Sarah ran like a runner – arms casually pumping in rhythm with her stride. Holly didn’t look as coordinated as Sarah, her arm motion clearly not that of an experienced runner. Seeing them side by side, I knew Sarah had Holly beat, the only question was by how much.
Sarah maintained the comfortable, even pace we talked about, and after maybe 50 yards along the beach, she was shoulder to shoulder with an unsmiling Holly. After maybe another 100 yards or so, Sarah had drawn out to a lead of maybe 20 feet. Throughout the run to the pier, Sarah continued to gradually draw away from a slowing Holly, reaching the piling maybe 75 or so feet in front.
Chuck and I had made it to about half way between the start and the pier by the time they began their return run, with Chuck rooting Holly on during our walk. “Come on Holly! Pick up the pace baby! Catch her!” Sarah told me later that as she rounded the piling and passed Holly still jogging in the opposite direction she knew she had her beat. “She was gasping for air sweating like crazy. She wouldn’t even look at me!”
Looking thru the binoculars, it was clear the Blonde Bombshell was really laboring once we could see her face, much as Sarah would tell me later. Her head was down, her face red and she was clearly out of breath, her stride now noticeably shorter. About a third of the way back, the fatigued blonde lioness had fallen at least 50-60 yards behind Sarah, who continued to basically jog at the same even pace she began at. “Ah man, I think Holly is cooked. If she had a white flag, I’d have her wave it. Darn guy, I thought we’d have a closer race. Sarah’s just too fit for her. Damn!” Holly was really fading fast and, I had to admit, I loved it!
A hundred or so yards later, Holly looked completely out of gas and out of the race…and Chuck knew it. “She’s beat man, she’s finished. She’s way too far behind now and she’s barely running – look at the short stride.” At least a full minute behind, the look on Holly’s face thru the binoculars was one of total anguish as she watched Sarah become a smaller and smaller dot on the horizon as she ran away from the spent blonde goddess. Seconds later, Holly stumbled over a small gully on the beach, staggered a few steps and ultimately landed on her hands and knees and rolled to her back…..the look of anguish on her face was insanely hot. Beaten and completely frustrated, the weary blonde MILF got back to her hands and knees and flailed her arms in Sarah’s direction, shrieking something along the lines of “Oh screw this!” as she sat on the beach, red as a ripe tomato, chest heaving as she gasped for air, here sweaty t-shirt and legs covered in sand. Clearly exhausted, Holly struggled to regain her feet, putting her weary weight on her left leg and bracing herself as she tried to stand. Dusting herself off, Holly noticed other couples approaching her from the same bluff we were standing on. Immensely prideful, Holly valiantly started slowly jogging again until they had passed. Both couples turned to look at her as they passed, probably wondering what was up with that scene!
Seconds later, Holly threw in the towel and slowed to a walk while still some 100 yards from the hill and at least that far behind Sarah, just too tired to go any further. Alternately jogging and walking the final distance, Holly reached the base of the walkway minutes astern of Sarah, who was already at the top of the hill enjoying a celebratory low cal beer!
All of us applauded Holly as she walked slowly, breathing heavily, hands on hips, head down up the slope from the beach. Sarah hugged her when she reached the top before I could do the same. “Good race girl!” Sarah brightly offered in an attempt to improve Holly’s glum demeanor. “Yea, right – for you maybe! But you won – so congratulations I guess,” Holly said sticking her hand out to shake Sarah’s. “I need to take a shower and change.” “Come with me Holly, I need one too!” With a mischievous wink and a smile, Sarah followed Holly to the door and disappeared into the cool house.
Chuck and I went inside to get out of the heat and made small talk for an hour while the girls showered and changed. Chuck revealed that he never thought Holly could beat Sarah, but it was hot to watch her try! That I had to agree with!! (I was getting more and more convinced he was into watching her get her ego clipped thru situations like this.) We agreed that we’d check with the girls, but we were still serious about getting them to wrestle, setting a tentative date of 3 weeks away. Our conversation drifted toward rules (mostly towards preventing any injury), round endings (10 second pins or submissions), and length (best of 7 rounds with rests in between each). Chuck offered that “I’m sure Holly will be up for this, especially after the race! With her ego, she’ll want to pay back Sarah Big Time!!” We didn’t want the bet to be anything monetary, but something more ‘sensual’…more personal. We agreed we’d need to get the girls involved in that one.
Holly seemed in a better mood after her shower and the couple of pomegranate martinis Sarah had taken upstairs. Standing in the kitchen smiling, nipples fully erect in all honesty, Holly looking scorching hot in her strapless white summer dress that seductively flaunted her cleavage while seemingly staying up in defiance of gravity. Our shower in our master bed room was large and had two shower heads. Unbeknownst to Chuck or me, at Sarah’s suggestion, the girls showered together, which Sarah couldn’t wait to tease me with!! Inviting me upstairs to ‘help me with this please?” she started playfully singing…”I saw Holly nude. I saw Holly nude…..!” “Huh, you did what??!!” Telling me they showered in our double shower, she was like a little kid! Very proud of herself! “So, ok, I’m dyin’ here missy! So, tell me before I spank you, what DOES Ms. Attitude look like nude?” “Aw, poor baby is all hot and bothered!! Give me a long kiss (I did!), be nice (I was!) and I’ll tell you.” Still hugging her after the long kiss and looking down into her eyes, Sarah quietly whispered, “Well, her drapes and carpeting don’t match!! She’s blonde on top, dark on the bottom – just like all that big blonde hair she has with the dark roots. She’s trimmed herself into a little “V” sort of thing…not a lot of hair, but what she’s got is cut short and its dark brown. And, you would have loved watching her soap herself up….teehee!!! She just likes rubbing those big boobies of hers!!!! She puts on quite the show – and I’m a girl, not a guy! It was obvious she was showing herself off – not sexually, but more along the ‘look at how hot I am!’ way. Margaret (a gorgeous friend of ours) has a better body, but Holly isn’t far behind – Margaret is just fitter, leaner I guess mostly. Just watching her, I can’t imagine the show her husband must get!” Sarah continued by saying her implants are near perfect (Oh man!) her abs were a little soft and needed some toning up (“She’s got a few rolls when she sits down.”
and she had a cute ‘bubble butt’. Did I mention my wife is a little tease??? My first wife would have no more showered with another woman than bungee jump.To be continued……………..if readers find this interesting….wrestling is next……..
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