The Company Punch Up
Milky white breasts cause a fight at a company party.
This was actually written some time ago not long after my wife began boxing.
I have to write this while it's fresh in my mind. My wife and I were at a company party last nite, drinks, dinner, dancing, more drinks. There was a lady, Susan, from head office attending. I didn't know her but she caught my attention and my wife noticed. Susan isn't particularly attractive but does have large breasts, which she didn't mind displaying last evening. She was wearing a long low cut black dress from which her (approximately) 38dd milky white tits were trying to escape. What red-blooded man wouldn't notice? My wife, Gale, was not impressed. Gale is almost equally endowed with her 38ds. Gale accused me a couple of times of going to the bar for a look. She also got the idea that Susan was flirting with me.
It was near 11pm when there was a ruckus in the ladies room. Gale and Susan were going at it. I ended up dragging my wife off Susan and trying to get her out of there. Gale was not going, she challenge Susan to put the gloves on in the gym. Susan to Gale's astonishment accepted. Gale belongs to the gym that is downstairs in the building. I'm not worrying as it's almost 1130 and the gym is probably closed. We get there and it's open. Gale knows the manager who is only too willing to accommodate two ladies who want to punch each other out. I did hear my wife tell the manager to make it 8 oz. gloves. The manager asks if the ladies want boxing trunks, Gale says no, we'll box in bra and panties. Susan nods in agreement. Each lady goes to a dressing room, I go with Gale. Susan was at the party alone so the manager offers to tape her hands and lace her gloves.
Gale strips down, still angry. She's wearing a lacy lavender bra and panty set. I tape her hands and lace her gloves. I know that Gale plans to go out and hammer Susan's tits until she cries uncle. We enter the ring. Almost all the party has come down to the gym to witness the fight. Susan is wearing a black bra and panties. I should describe the physical features of these ladies. Gale is 5' 7", 135 lbs and 38d-30-39. Susan would be approximately 5' 8", 140 lbs and 38 or 40dd-32-39. Both ladies are very close in size, and both brunettes. The gym manager will referee and tells the ladies that it will be the standard 2 minute round with a one minute rest. Susan says to Gale, lets do this topless and without a second thought, my wife accepts. Susan seems very confident to me, I hope Gale hasn't made a mistake here. I remove Gale's bra, her nipples are like large pencil erasers. In the other corner I get my first view of the large milky white Breasts that got this started. They have to be 40ddds with huge nipples. They do make Gale's seem small.
The bell rings and Gale charges out to meet Susan. Gale attacks Susan's tits but is driven back by a firm right to her chin. Oh, Oh, Susan has done this before. Gale may be in trouble. Susan is quick and penetrates Gale's defense like it wasn't there. I can hear Gale groan as Susan pummels her tits. Gale looks a little frightened and tries to cover her breasts. Susan continues beating my wife into the corner. Gale can't protect her tits from Susan's pounding. The ref is enjoying this and not in a hurry to intervene as no one is in serious trouble, just a little bruising. The first and I think only round ends. My wife comes to the corner, gasping for breath and cradling her tits. She doesn't look too bad, no blood, the damage is bruised boobs. The ref comes over and asks if she's had enough and Gale says no.
Gale goes out for round 2. It's apparent that Susan is going to inflict some damage on Gale this round. A couple of hard punches into my wife's stomach has her winded. Gale's hands drop to protect her stomach and Susan pounds her tits again. The ref steps in. Gale won't quit so he steps aside, allowing Susan to finish the fight. Susan delivers a few more well placed punches to my wife's tits. Susan gives Gale a left to her eye followed by a right under the chin that puts my wife on the mat. The ref doesn't count, he just signals the end. The ref and I bring my wife to a sitting position, then up to her feet. Susan waits and offers a rematch but I don't think it will happen.
With Gale's defeat witnessed by my co-workers, I don't think we'll be at many company parties for awhile. Gale's upstairs resting with an ice pack on her shiner. She won't have a bra on for awhile either.