Tent Wrestling Match #1

I gave her directions to the campground, nervous as hell because I had met her online. And although we talked on the phone this was going to be our first meeting in person and this was also the first wrestling contact I had met online that I didn't meet in a public place like a mall or restaurant.

The campground was small with campsites next to each other. Was I crazy inviting her here to meet to wrestle? Of course if something happened, I could call out and hope that one of the neighboring campers would come to my rescue.

I was camping alone and had a large tent set up on my site. There were air mattresses on the floor of the tent covered with sleeping bags and this was where we were going to wrestle if everything worked out. I set up the meet at 3:00 on a Thursday afternoon. I went to the beach around 11:00 to lay out in the sun and returned to my campsite at about 1:00 to shower and get ready for Tara to arrive.

A little about myself. I'm 30 years old, stand 5'6” and weigh 160 pounds. I've been wrestling off and on since I was 15 years old, mainly in submission matches, but will occasionally wrestle a pin match too. I'm a lot better at submission wrestling than I am at pin wrestling, but I will use a pin in a submission wrestling match for the submission if I can get it, if that makes any sense. I win about half my wrestling matches.

Tara is close to 40 years old, 5'6” and weighs about 150 pounds. She is married and has been wrestling off and on since she was about 20 years old. Her husband knows that she wrestles but doesn't know that she occasionally wrestles other women in private matches like she was about to do today.

After my shower, I changed into a pink thong, matching pink bikini top and dark blue baggy basketball shorts. I put lotion on to help with my tan, grabbed a bottle of water and sat at the picnic table at my campsite leafing through a magazine, waiting for Tara to arrive. To say I was nervous is an understatement. I had butterflies in my stomach since I woke up that morning.

I was paying absolutely no attention to the magazine I was leafing through; basically trying to kill time until Tara arrived. There were quite a few people walking through the campground, to and from the lake and some just out for a walk. Whenever a woman walked by, I wondered if it was Tara, even though I knew that she would have to drive to the campground and park at my site. I saw one woman walking down the dirt road wearing a bikini and thought for sure that it was Tara. My stomach was in knots until she got closer and I realized she was only about 18. She did smile and say hello as she walked to the campsite next to me and we each held our smiles, and eye contact, longer than necessary. My first thought after she walked by was how did I not know she was camping next to me? Then I remembered that her family had just arrived that morning. Two women walked by dressed in shorts and tank tops, each about 40 years old and I thought for sure it was Tara and a friend, but neither one of them paid me much attention as they were busy chatting with each other. I would have wrestled either one if they had been interested. My heart raced each time a car drove by. The speed limit in the campground was 5 mph and it was agonizing every time a car came down the road. I would keep my head down, looking through the magazine until the last second, and then look up to see if a woman was driving the car alone.

The camp site next to mine where the 18 year old was staying had two tents set up, a large one for what I guessed was for her parents and then a small one very close to mine. She was still in her bikini, removing stuff from the car parked on their site and putting it in her small tent when I noticed a black BMW driving slowly down the road out of the corner of my eye. It was 2:55. The woman in the car was turning her head, looking at campsite numbers when she spotted mine and drove up. It was Tara. I stood up and smiled as Tara got out of her car. The description that she gave of herself over the phone was off somewhat. She looked to weigh closer to 170 pounds instead of 150. She had shoulder length blonde hair, was wearing sandals, blue jean shorts and a yellow bikini top. She walked up smiling and carrying a bottle of water.

We shook hands, sat at the picnic table and began to talk. Tara liked the same style of wrestling as I did, submission and pin matches. She didn't cat at all. We even liked the same holds, any and all scissors, grapevines, school girl pins and nelsons.

It was about 95 degrees out with no wind. We were both perspiring and all we were doing was talking. The tent was going to feel like an oven, even if we decided to open the windows. I could tell that she was excited to wrestle and when I asked if she wanted to see the inside of the tent, she jumped up quickly. When I stood up to turn from the picnic table, it was the first time I noticed that the girl next door was sitting out in a lawn chair. I'm pretty sure she heard our conversation. She smiled and said “good luck”.

I unzipped the door of the tent and Tara stepped in first. It had to be 100 degrees inside. It wasn't the biggest tent by any means, and you had to bend over to walk around, but it could sleep 4 people somewhat comfortably. The mattresses squeaked when you walked on them even though they were covered with sleeping bags. This made me a little nervous because I didn't want them to be noisy when we wrestled on them. Tara said she liked the set up and put her water down on the floor next to the door. I was nervous now. There were other campers close by and I'm sure the girl next door watched us walk into the tent together. What was she thinking?

I kneeled down on the mattress and pushed on it to show her that the air mattress would provide padding. Tara kneeled down to check it out herself. She liked it and said, “so, do you want to wrestle since we are in here?” I said yes. Tara looked over at me and then said she didn't want to get her shorts dirty and started to unbutton them. I followed her lead and slowly slid my shorts down and off while I watched Tara tug her blue jean shorts down her hips and thighs until she finally wiggled out of them. She was wearing a yellow thong that matched her bikini top. Her thong fit tight and her camel toe was visible. Her thighs were big and could do damage. She also had a pouch that jiggled slightly and had tan lines from laying out in a square cut bikini bottom.

We were both perspiring pretty well now so I crawled around and unzipped the windows to let what breeze was available into the tent and then I zipped the screen on the door up. I looked out and wondered if people would be able to see in during the day.

Tara was kneeling down in the corner of the tent, waiting on me to finish. She wanted to start the match. I kneeled down across from her and asked if she was ready. She said yes and the match was on.

We crawled toward each other slowly on the mattresses and when we got close, Tara went high, grabbing the back of my head and pushing it down as she dropped her body over my back and quickly used her thighs to snare my head. Tara was good. I wasn't expecting a headscissors so fast in the match. She pulled back with her thighs, forcing me to stretch out so that I was laying flat on the sleeping bags with her body over my back, her thighs wrapped around my head and her arms around my waist, holding me tight. She began to lift up her thighs, pulling my head back, forcing me to arch my neck, trying to get the quick submission from me but I was able to hang on. Fortunately for me, Tara couldn't get all of her thighs around my head from her position. I wasn't able to break my head free, but she wasn't able to submit me either, although she was certainly trying. We laid like this for several minutes and I could feel myself dripping with sweat when Tara decided to roll us so that she ended up on her back with me laying on top of her, still trapped in her headscissors body wrap. She let out a loud grunt during the roll. Her arms were wrapped under my breasts and I could feel what air there was on my nipples, so I knew they slipped out during the roll. Luckily we were toward the back of the tent, so if anybody was walking by, they would have to walk right up to the door to see my nipples. Still, I was concerned that someone could look in and see my breasts. She was controlling me well from this position and grunting lightly as she worked her body around mine. Tara was trying to rewrap her thighs around my head while I reached back with my hands, grabbing her ankles and trying to pull them apart. At the same time I threw up a bridge in an attempt to bridge my way out of her headscissors. We lay like this for a long time, with Tara trying to rewrap her large thighs around my head, sometimes furiously, while I laid on top of her, sometimes throwing up a bridge and trying to turn out, without success. My thong was tightening up and I knew I had camel toe showing by this time, but I didn't care, I just wanted to wrestle out of this fucking hold! I tried to roll to the side with the bridge but with Tara's thighs controlling my head, I couldn't complete the roll and she would bring me back every time. I could smell the cocoa butter on her thighs as I stared up at the ceiling, beginning to tire. My hands were inside her ankles, trying to prevent her from locking them up but they were beginning to slip from the combination cocoa butter and sweat when suddenly Tara let out a quick grunt and snaked her thighs totally around my head as my hands slipped off her ankles. Her big thighs were locked and I was trapped good. Her inner thighs were secured around my head and neck and all I could see were her legs when I opened my eyes. We were both grunting now. I threw up a bridge in a last ditch escape effort, arching my back off her body while grunting and couldn't budge her legs. I dropped my hands down to tap out on her hip.

Tara immediately released my head and I rolled off her and to my back, laying next to her, my head near her feet. Tara's body was glistening from sweat and so was mine. Tara's bikini top had slid down during the struggle and her breasts were visible. She had great tan lines and extremely hard nipples. She looked over and smiled as we made eye contact and then asked if I was o.k. I smiled back and told her yes, I was o.k. Then I glanced at the alarm clock in the corner and it was 3:35. We started the match at 3:20. I had been in a 15 minute headscissors. I leaned back on my elbows, my skin glistening breasts exposed, dark nipples hard. Tara leaned on her elbows next to me, large thighs spread, visible camel toe that she wasn't trying to hide, exposed breasts and a smile on her face. She asked if I wanted to wrestle again. I said definitely.