The W.O.H.P., Part 7a: Barb vs. Laurie - The Spa Treatment / Afternoon Delight
Bill and I had gotten together with Laurie and Ted four more times since the initial barbeque outing about 3 months ago. Laurie and I had met in battle each time, scoring fairly equally against the other. Our pattern now was to meet in the bathroom afterwards, ‘soothing’ each other while the guys cooked the food. We just told them that it was ‘girl talk,’ and they didn’t seem to mind, wrapped up in ‘guy talk’ of their own. I overheard them once in a while, and it was definitely guy talk… about Laurie & me and our wrestling matches. The guys were insatiable, but then, so were we!
But Laurie and I longed to be on our own sometime soon… ‘with no one to watch or know what we do.’ And so, it was with great excitement that Laurie met me at lunch, grinning from ear to ear, barely able to contain herself as we waited in line at Red Roosters to place our order. “Guess what?” she squealed.
I had no idea, replying, “I dunno? What?”
“Ted’s planning an overnight fishing trip for a couple of weekends from now!” she grinned. “And, he’s planning to ask Bill!! They’ll both be gone!!”
I knew exactly what she was thinking! “So, should we?”
“Um hmm. Definitely,” she replied.
We placed our orders, grabbed our food and sat down to talk.
“This is perfect,” I began. “They’ll expect us to do something together.”
“Um hmm. I’ve already primed the pump, so to speak,” she replied excitedly.
Now I was curious. “Just what did you tell Ted??” I asked, unhappy at being left out of the decision.
“Don’t worry,” she countered. “You know how we always talk about being pampered after wrestling. Well I figured we could stay overnight at the Easton hotel…”
“You mean the luxury hotel and spa??” I replied, now more excited.
“Um hmm, the same. I already checked. We could get a luxury suite with a king bed, heart-shaped tub, etc., etc.”
“Gawd, talk about sinful… I’m in!!!” I squealed.
And so it was that Bill and Ted left early one Saturday morning, not to return until late Sunday afternoon. They were well aware of our plans to spend the weekend at the Easton, getting the full ‘luxury spa treatment.’ But the guys were totally unaware of our true plans. Sure we wanted a lot of pamperin’, but we also wanted a lot of battlin’. Yup, pamperin’ and battlin’… that’s what we wanted!
Not long after the guys took off, Laurie and I found ourselves checking into the spa at the Easton. We wouldn’t be able to get into our room until 3:00pm, so we planned to spend the morning getting facials, manicures & pedicures. The pampering was great & we were in absolute heaven. For lunch, we took the elevator to the top floor restaurant for a spectacular view of the city. Laurie and I settled on something light - watercress salads with asparagus spears, knowing that fight time wasn’t that far off.
After lunch, it was time for haircuts & styling, followed by full body massages by a couple of studly looking males. Laurie and I lay there nude with towels just barely covering our bodies most private parts while the guys kneaded the knots out of our muscles, rendering each of us completely relaxed and rested. By the time they were done with us, it was about 3:15. I felt like my body had melted and gone to heaven.
Our room was on the 27th floor and we soon found ourselves toting our luggage down the hallway towards the room. Laurie looked absolutely gorgeous, so I told her, “Hey sister… lookin’ pretty hot!” and then jabbed her in the ribs. “I’m gonna enjoy takin’ you down!”
Laurie replied, “Yeah, sure. You and who else? Oh yeah, there is no one else. It’s just you and me… and I aim to take you down!”
Laurie got the door and we stepped inside. I set out the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign and then latched the door. “You’ll not escape my clutches now,” I teased.
“Who said anything about wanting to escape?” she replied. “Besides, I’ve made plans for the night.”
We’d actually made no specific plans together for the match, and I was curious to hear her ideas. I’d learned some time ago how creative Laurie could be. “Oh really…” I asked.
“Um hmm, you’ll be putty in my hands,” she teased.
“After that massage, I feel like putty already. You’ll have to do better than that,” I teased in return.
“Okay. Let’s get settled so we can get down to business,” Laurie smiled wickedly.
“Yep… down to business, all right,” I replied, grinning.
We took a few moments to look around the room. The first thing I noticed was the sunken bathtub in the middle of the room, midway between a large picture window and an enormous king-sized bed. The tub was heart-shaped and equipped with whirlpool jets. Things could get very interesting! The light brown carpeting was thick and lush… ideal for wrestling! We had chosen our accommodations very well! All other aspects of the room were nicely done, but not of any real concern, considering our plans.
Here we were, a couple of thirty-something women, married no less, making lurid designs upon each other. But I knew what this was about, and I knew it threatened neither of our marriages. We each wanted something that our husbands couldn’t provide… Laurie & I wanted something that could be provided only by the other.
I called room service and had a bottle of champagne sent up. In the meantime, we unpacked what few overnight clothes and toiletries we’d brought. It wasn’t long before we were sipping some bubbly stuff, considering each other & what we might do next.
Laurie motioned for me to sit down on the couch, and then grabbed a few things from the dresser and went into the bathroom to change. It didn’t take long. She soon returned wearing only a black garter belt and black silk hose - no bra and no panties! Her pussy was neatly trimmed, but not fully shaven. I was in the same state of grooming, something we’d agreed upon so we wouldn’t alert the hubbies.
“Umm, very hot. But you seem to have forgotten a few essentials,” I teased, smiling approvingly at her nearly naked body.
“No, not really. This is all I’ll need to subdue you… breast to breast and pussy to pussy!”
“Yeah, I see what you mean,” I sighed heavily, staring at her shapely body, one I couldn’t seem to get enough of. “But I’ve come prepared, myself.”
“Well, then. Let’s get to it!” she smiled luridly.
I quickly got up and grabbed my stuff from the dresser drawer, so excited that I was barely able to control my actions. I had anticipated a number of scenarios, so I had an outfit very similar to Laurie’s, except for the color. As opposed to Laurie’s black outfit, I wore a red garter belt with red silk hose, and no bra or panties!
When I returned, Laurie was just finishing preparations. The sheer curtains were drawn down and the room was dim, lit only by diffuse light filtering through the curtains from outside. “Umm,” she smiled wickedly. “Why don’t we sit for a while and sip champagne while we discuss the rules.”
I refreshed Laurie’s champagne glass before sitting down next to her on the couch. Our thighs touched, and then we turned to face each other, still sitting upon the couch. Our legs found their way towards the other’s waist. Laurie raised her glass, as did I, and proposed a toast. “To a wonderful weekend, spent with my best friend… and lover.”
I was unfazed at her brazen toast, already knowing the truth she had spoken. I met her gaze and returned the toast, “To my best friend… and lover.”
We clinked our glasses together, and then reached our glasses around each other’s outstretched arm, interlocking arms as we drank our glasses to the bottom. As we drank, Laurie’s right leg, which was resting atop my left leg, snaked around my waist & behind my back, drawing my body towards hers. My right leg was positioned similarly atop Laurie’s left, so I used it to ensnare her in the same way.
Our bodies met as we finished our drinks - first at the lips… and then at the breasts, and finally at the pussies. I gasped at the intimate contact! This was our first pussy-to-pussy contact! Laurie was absolutely breathless herself.
Finally recovering enough to speak, Laurie continued. “Now I believe we’re ready to discuss the rules…” she cooed softly.
“Yes, I believe we are,” I replied breathlessly, grinding my pussy slowly and softly against hers. Noting the empty glasses in our hands, I added, “I believe we need a refill,” and reached for the nearby bottle. I refilled the glasses that we still held, all the while meticulously grinding pussy against pussy.
“You might be wondering what kind of deviousness I had in mind…” she purred, staring directly into my eyes, seduction written clearly upon her expressive face.
“Um yes. I had wondered…” I replied as seductively as possible. It was clear Laurie had a plan, so I decided to go with the flow.
Laurie & I had the same intentions. We both knew what to expect… a long, erotic sex wrestle/fight, with no inhibitions whatsoever! Sure, there were a few details to work out, but we both knew the general plan. But as we both knew, the details were everything!!
“All right,” she continued. “This is the way it’ll be… subject to your ratification, of course.” She smiled as she ground her pussy slow against mine, our right legs wrapped tightly around the other’s back at the waist.
“Umkay,” I groaned, grinding my pussy upon hers in return.
We gulped our champagne to the bottom again, and this time Laurie refilled our glasses, before continuing, “You may have noticed that we’re pussy fighting at the moment,” she said with renewed vigor in her hips. Her female scent was lightly in the surrounding air already.
“Um hmm, I noticed. In fact, I’d say you’re weakening quite noticeably, already,” I replied, wrapping my right leg ever tighter around her, the slipperiness of my silk stockings allowing me to ensnare her tightly.
“I knew we were dying to get at each other, so I thought we’d pussyfight for this afternoon’s battle,” she continued. “You can decide the evening’s ‘festivities’.”
“Fine with me. I’ve a few ideas in mind, you know,” I teased, grinding against her slightly faster.
“Umm, I can hardly wait,” she purred, matching my rhythm. “But I’ve got you in my clutches now, and I aim to win this pussyfight.”
“So, anything special I should know before whomping your pussy,” I asked throatily.
Laurie reached for the champagne bottle, refilling our glasses yet again, before continuing with the rules. “It will be a rip-roarin’ pussyfight-pussyfight-pussyfight. No hands or whatever allowed around the crotch area - only pussy is allowed to contact pussy. Any other type of body-to-body contact is allowed. The winner is the one who makes the other orgasm the most times in a 30-minute period.”
“So, for instance” I asked peevishly, “I could caress your right boob with my left hand as much as I want…” I stroked her breast as I spoke the words.
“Um hmm,” she replied. “And I can French kiss you as often as I like.” Her lips were soon upon mine, and our tongues danced with each other lustily.
Finally parting from the kiss, I asked, “Why only 30 minutes?? Are you afraid of going longer??”
”Hhhmmmppphhh,” she replied indignantly. “I was just going easy on you… didn’t want to
wear you out so early in the weekend. But I’ll go longer, if you’re woman enough, that is.”
“Mmmkkkaaayyy,” I sighed heavily as Laurie bore down on my pussy even more. I matched her vigor easily, raising the level of pussy contact another notch. Our female scents commingled heavily in the surrounding atmosphere as our level of arousal grew more and more.
“I see your point,” I continued after a moment of renewed grinding. “It’s about 3:50 now, and we’ve been at it about 5 minutes now, so how about we go until 4:30?”
“Sure, fine with me. But I’ll have you begging for mercy long before then,” she taunted.
“Anything else I should know before getting down to business?” I asked.
“Yeah, I kind of like it here on the couch,” she replied. “I’d like to do this match right here. It’s nice and comfy and the champagne is close at hand.”
“Sure,” I agreed. “In fact, why don’t we hold this position until you’re whimpering like a little kitten.”
“Big talk… I hope you can back it up,” she smiled. “But it’ll be you whose pussy will be rendered a whimpering kitten. But enough talk,” she continued, reaching for the champagne for another top-off, and then setting it back on the floor nearby. Laurie looked me square in the eyes. “Let’s start!”
We clinked our champagne glasses together in a toast, then drained them fully, and set them to the floor nearby. Instinctively, we grapevined each other’s outstretched arms, and then leaned back slightly to increase the grinding contact down below. Laurie’s boobs swayed slowly, sometimes bouncing lightly as we increased the rhythm another notch. My boobs mimicked hers perfectly, as they were nearly identical. My nipples were rock-hard, as were hers.
Our silken-clad legs remained wrapped around the other’s bottom, ensnaring each other in an unbreakable embrace, as our pussies became hotter and hotter with desire. Our grapevined arms clung together tightly. Our eyes were locked in a stare-down, seemingly willing the other to come first.
I couldn’t help it… The desire was overwhelming and I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. Laurie was getting to me!
Laurie must have sensed my imminent orgasm. She pushed my arms aside and pulled my body close against hers and kissed me hard on the lips. I exploded wildly in orgasm, screaming loudly. I’d always been a moaner with guys, but in female-to-female contests, I was more often a screamer.
I glanced over at the clock radio on the bed stand. Somehow it was already 4:05. I’d been so mesmerized that I’d hardly realized the passage of time! I had to get back into this battle! I reached down to the floor and grabbed my champagne glass and the bottle. Laurie did the same as she continued to slowly rock her crotch against mine. “Looks like I won… but I didn’t hear any whimpering yet,” she whispered.
I filled our glasses to the brim and we sipped slowly. “Wasn’t screaming good enough?” I asked facetiously. “Does it have to be whimpering?”
“Oh, I dunno. I guess screaming will do. But I haven’t given up yet on the whimpering,” she teased.
Her eyes bore into mine, her state of arousal most apparent. I knew she wanted more… and quickly! I clinked my glass against hers, saying simply, “Many happy returns.” We downed our glasses and set them aside. I stared intensely into Laurie’s eyes and she glared back at me.
I released my leg hold upon Laurie, but maintained the pussy-to-pussy contact. She took the cue and did the same with me. I pushed her backwards lightly and then leaned back, placing my hands behind me on the couch, resting my weight on my arms. After a moment, Laurie did the same. This new position leveraged our pussy-to-pussy pressure to the maximum.
I didn’t waste any time. I was relatively immune at the moment, at least compared to Laurie, who I assumed was quite vulnerable to my advances. I ground my pussy rapidly upon hers, trying to bring her to orgasm as quickly as possible. But Laurie proved more resilient than I’d bargained, taking everything I had and more, seemingly with little difficulty. Either she was faking, or she had amazing staying power.
But I’d experienced her before, so I reasoned she was close. Maybe a slower, firmer approach would be better. I readjusted, pressing hard, but slowly against her pussy. It only took 10 or 15 seconds and she was screaming and shuddering in orgasm. After a moment, we were clinging tightly together, kissing on the lips lightly and cooing softly as our pussies continued pulsing lightly against the other.
It took a few minutes before we were able to lean back. We were both exhausted and it showed. Our bodies were drenched in sweat, glistening in the soft lighting of the sunlight filtering through the drawn curtain.
Neither of us moved to part. The pussy-to-pussy contact was a constant. Our pungent female scents enveloped the couch area where we battled. But I knew that this was the calm before the storm.
“Looks like I won that time,” I told her. “So we’re tied at one apiece.”
“Yeah, I guess so. I never thought pussyfighting could be so draining. And look at the time! How’d it ever get to be 4:20?”
“Yeah, I think we both proved to be more resistant than we’d thought. Maybe we shouldn’t try so hard to win??”
“Oh no. I know your competitive side. That’ll never happen,” she smiled.
“Can’t blame me for trying, though,” I laughed. “One more glass?” I asked, motioning to the champagne.
Laurie nodded and I grabbed the bottle. We slowly ground our pussies together as we sipped the last of the champagne. Luckily, our sweat-drenched bodies were expending a lot of energy, or we’d have been too drunk to battle.
We dropped our glasses to the floor. Laurie stared at me intensely, before saying, “I believe this is the final round… the whimpering round… we don’t stop until one of us is a whimpering sot.”
“That’ll be you,” I taunted.
“No you,” she replied pushing me hard with arms against my shoulders. I fell backwards into the lush seat cushions of the couch. I lifted my head briefly and saw Laurie laying all the way back as well. Our legs were interleaved and our pussies continued in contact. Soon, Laurie was twisting her body to the side and tugging upon my slippery, silk-covered legging, pulling my pussy hard against hers. I did the same and soon we were rocking fore and back in a rhythmic motion. It wasn’t long before the silk stockings came down, leaving us groping & pulling on the other’s bare leg.
We’d both already orgasmed once, so I knew we’d both be somewhat more resistant. I contented myself with the rocking motion, knowing that the final push to orgasm would be some time coming. I tried to think of other things, turn my focus elsewhere, but the intimate contact between our bodies commanded my attention.
After a time, I began feeling ‘vulnerable’ again… worrying that Laurie might get to me. I became aware of a light ‘puffing’ sound come from my lips as we continued to rhythmically pull together, and then apart. It was almost like a soft whimpering sound!!
My gawd!! I was whimpering!! But then I heard the same whimpering sound coming from Laurie, in unison with my own. We were both on the verge!! I had to do something to win!!
I tried to sit up for better leverage. But Laurie knocked me back down with her free leg. Then Laurie tried to sit up and I tried the same thing in return, trying to force her down with my left leg. But she was ready for the move and brushed my leg aside with her arm. I was helpless as Laurie mounted me crotch to crotch, holding me prone below her.
Laurie ground her pussy relentlessly against mine, her position far superior to mine. She seemed so dominant above me… holding me down… rhythmically grinding my pussy to submission with her own. Suddenly, completely beyond my control, I began moaning loudly, then screaming… and finally whimpering and sobbing in complete, unfettered orgasm.
I looked upon her beautiful female form above me, still grinding me into oblivion. She smiled, and then lay down atop me, body to body. This was the first time in 50 minutes or so that our pussies had not been in direct contact.
We kissed slowly and lightly for a time before finally speaking. “I believe I won the first match,” she teased. “And like I said, you were whimpering like a little kitten by the end.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’d hardly have thought it possible. But you were pretty close yourself, weren’t you?” I asked.
“Um hmm. It was a very near thing,” she replied.
“So, is there anything I can do for you?” I asked.
“There sure is,” she smiled, rolling us onto our sides and guiding my hand to her pussy.
I ‘serviced’ Laurie there for some time, finally ‘torturing’ her a long enough time to force her into some whimpering of her own. It felt good to have such control over pleasuring another woman. I’d never felt it like this ever before… total pleasure from giving pleasure.
Eventually we rose from the couch, showered together and prepared for dinner. I’d already made plans for our evening encounter, and unbelievably, I already found myself looking forward to it!
The End (of Chapter 7A)