My wrestling session against Samantha

It was a Saturday afternoon in April and I took the 5 minute cab ride to Samantha’s (Sam’s) condo from my hotel. We had been e-mailing about wrestling for almost a year, talked for the first time a month ago and set up our wrestling match for today.
Sam is 35, 5’6” and 180 pounds. I am 30, 5’6” and 175 pounds. We both wrestle private submission matches and this was going to be our first match against each other; hopefully there would be more.
Sam lived in a downtown condo and quickly answered her door when I rang the bell. Sam smiled and we hugged. She was wearing black women’s wresting shoes and a bathrobe. Sam showed me to the den in the lower level where she had exercise mats in the middle of the floor. Her den had mirrors on two of the walls and on the ceiling over the exercise mats. She also had a fan blowing toward the center of the mats.
Sam untied her robe and let it fall open in front; she was wearing a black bikini. She had a pale white complexion, large hips and thighs and her tummy was hanging over the front. I smiled and asked where I could change. Sam showed me to the nearby guest bedroom and then turned and walked away. When I turned on the light, I saw an entire mirrored wall almost full of wrestling pictures of Sam in various matches. Almost all of the pictures were taken on her wrestling mats except for a few that were taken in the bedroom that I was standing in. Her attire varied from a one piece swimsuit to a bikini, topless and a few nude photos as well. There were too many holds to name and she was applying the hold in about half the pictures. Some of the nude pictures were taken on the king size bed that I was standing next to. The covers were down and she was wrestling on sheets. I sat on the bed, stripped and put on my red bikini and pink Asics wrestling shoes.
I walked out and Sam smiled. We had almost identical bodies and my tummy was hanging over the front of my bikini bottom too. Our tummy’s, hips and thighs jiggled when we walked.
We were going to wrestle for an hour and Sam set the portable kitchen timer. The most pins or submissions when the timer went off would win the match. I had butterflies in my stomach as I knelt down on the mats across from Sam, ready to start the match.
We crawled toward each and locked up. Our arms were wrapped around each other’s upper bodies and we were both struggling to gain the takedown when Sam outmuscled me and pulled me to the right and we went down on our sides. The pace picked up now that we were down on the mats, both maneuvering for the advantage. Sam moved behind me, which I knew was a mistake when it happened, and locked on a full nelson, forcing my arms straight up in the air. I was on my butt and she was on her knees, pressing herself against my back and controlling me really well. I struggled in this position for several minutes, trying to escape when she turned me onto my tummy while keeping the nelson locked in place. She dropped down on my butt in a straddle using her weight to keep me down. I could feel her inner thighs holding my hips, skin on skin as she pinned herself against my bare back and then began to pull up on the right side of the full nelson to try to turn me to my back. She had me. Sam moved to a half nelson and continued to lift up on my right side as I struggled under her. My right nipple quickly slid out as she brought my right arm and shoulder up higher and then wrestled me to my back. I wiggled wildly under her trying to turn out but Sam straddled me and reached up, grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. My back and shoulders were buried in the mats as Sam spread my arms out while keeping my wrists pinned down. I arched my neck back in an unrealistic attempt to raise my shoulders off the mats and glanced in the mirror, just in time to watch Sam slip her ankles inside mine and lock on a grapevine. I was impressed with Sam’s wrestling ability as she seemed to move effortlessly through her holds and was better than I thought she would be. Sam spread my legs but luckily I stretch out daily and could take her grapevine, at least for a while. She continued to work me and we made eye contact. I could tell she was surprised that I wasn’t submitting, but we both knew there was no way out and I was going to submit at some point. The fan felt good and I could feel it blowing on my nipples, which were very hard. Sam’s breasts were very close to falling out of her top and I could tell a little jiggling would do it so I threw up a bridge and her boobs fell out of her top. I arched my back and surprisingly held the bridge for almost a minute with Sam’s breasts pressed against my face and one of her nipples pinned between my lips. I lost the bridge and my back fell to the mat. I didn’t mind this position, but there was no way I was escaping and the only thing I was doing at this point was tiring myself out, so with a muffled “I submit” which took even more of her breast in my mouth, I gave the first submission to her. Sam released the holds and rolled off me while I stayed on my back to catch my breath and rest. I looked over and saw that her left nipple was wet and hard. Sam asked if I wanted to lose the tops for the rest of the match and I told her not quite yet. She smiled knowing that we were going to be wrestling topless before the match was over from my response. We rested for about 2 minutes before starting again.
We locked up in the center of the mats, only this time I had my moves planned out. I pushed into her taking her off balance and down we went, with Sam going to her back. I wrestled my way on top of her and used my weight to keep her on her back as I tried a cross body pin on her to no avail. She had wrestling experience and she wasn’t going to let me get that pin on her. I wanted to go for a pin because I had her on her back, and decided to go for one that most female wrestlers don’t use and some haven’t even heard of. Sam is the kind of wrestler that tries to prevent every hold that you try to get on her so I knew I had a chance with it. I moved diagonally over her and grabbed her wrist to try to pin it down into the mats and as I did this, she pulled her wrist away real quick. Catching her by surprise I hooked her leg and then quickly pulled it up and rolled toward her head, capturing her in a cradle! I hadn’t used a cradle in forever so I was glad that I was able to lock it on; and it has always been one of my better pins when I remembered to use it. Sam struggled furiously in an escape attempt and the struggling caused her breasts to slip out of her top again, exposing her hard nipples. I slid my legs around her leg and slowly worked my thighs up and scissored her upper thigh for control so that I was spreading her legs and our bikini’s were touching. I had the thigh scissors as high as I could take it. My body was curled up by Sam’s head and I watched her tummy and breasts shake as she tried to wrestle free. I had my head on her shoulder and her breasts were inches from my face as she continued to grunt in frustration. I had her rolled up really well on her shoulders and after about 3 minutes of struggling, Sam submitted the cradle to me.
I released her and rolled to my knees, pulling my bra down to cover my partially exposed breast. Sam’s dark brown nipples were sticking straight out and I was slightly embarrassed as she caught me looking at them. We took a little longer break this time and then started the third match. Meeting in the center, Sam was more aggressive this time and caught me in a headlock takedown. We were both moving quicker in this match, trying to gain an advantage on the other. I broke the headlock in short order and scissored Sam’s thigh for brief control. It was the first somewhat serious scissors and wearing wrestling shoes definitely helped. Sam worked her thigh free after about a minute of struggling and slipped a half nelson on me forcing my right arm up in the air along with the right side of my bra, exposing my right breast. Her landline started ringing around this point in the match but she ignored it. I used my left hand to push her left thigh away as she tried to wrap it around my stomach but I could not prevent her from rolling to her back, using the half nelson to pull me with her and as she did so, wrapping her legs around me as she locked on a body scissors. I knew what she was up to and it wasn’t long, maybe about 30 seconds, before she was able to wrestle me into a complete full nelson to go with the body scissors. I could see her ankles locked in front of me and she had her wrestling shoes crossed for even more leverage. Her phone must have rang about 15 times before going to voice mail and when it did, it was her sister leaving a message that she was in the area with their Aunt shopping . Sam cinched the full nelson and I began grunting from the pressure. I looked up at the mirrored ceiling and watched as my exposed breast bounced wildly during my struggle and then I saw Sam watching it too. She pulled my upper body back so that she was forcing me to arch somewhat and kept the pressure on. I was grunting and moaning from the pressure, my legs spread for support. We were probably 4 minutes into the body scissors full nelson combination and I knew I wasn’t going to break it. I was looking up in the ceiling mirror again when we finally made eye contact. Sam smiled when she saw me and about 30 seconds later I gave her my submission.
Sam released me and slid backwards while I stayed on my back, exposed breast flopping to the side. We rested for about 2 minutes and then Sam asked if I wanted some much needed water. I quickly said yes and followed her to the kitchen, covering up my breast as I stood up. It was a little creepy walking in front of the windows wearing our bikini’s knowing that people could see in, but I was dying for a drink so I made the walk. We took a longer break this time and then headed back to the mats to continue our match.
I was the aggressor this time and got the takedown on Sam, putting her down on her hands and knees. I moved behind her and mounted her back in a straddle, which is one of my better holds. I hooked my legs around her stomach and held my mount on her lower back as she struggled to try to throw me off. My breasts were bouncing as she continued struggling under me and although I wanted to ride her longer, I decided I better go for a submission on her in case she got lucky and unseated me. Besides, I figured that I would ride her later in the match if the opportunity arose. Sam was grunting underneath me and I could feel her grunts through my thighs and other places as well. As Sam continued to struggle I started squeezing her sides with my thighs. She gasped and let out a loud grunt and then I took her down to her back and locked a tight body scissors on her from the side. I had her stomach between my thighs and had my thighs just under her breasts so that they were pressing against her boobs. I then grabbed her head and pulled it into me, letting it rest against my breasts. I was wrapped around her really well and relocked my ankles to bring my wrestling shoes into play. I heard some loud female voices outside and cranked my neck to see if they were looking in, but wasn’t able to get a good view from my position. This may have been the tightest body scissors I ever applied in a wrestling match. She couldn’t pull away and there was no way that she could wrestle out, I just wasn’t going to let that happen. We stayed like this for probably 2 minutes with Sam barely able to move and then she spread her thighs and put up a low bridge in a failed escape attempt. She was continuing to grunt only her grunts were muffled because I had my arms wrapped around her head holding her tight. Her struggling began to slow and then she tapped her submission on my thigh. I immediately released both holds and let her roll out from between my legs.
We were both perspiring and our bodies were glistening with sweat. You could see camel toe in both our bikinis and our mounds were outlined. We were comfortable wrestling each other and it showed the way we both continued wrestling when our tops slipped exposing a nipple or an entire breast. Sam stood up and walked over to close the blinds on the windows to give us more privacy and I felt a lot more comfortable once she did that. I don’t know why she waited so long to close them in the first place, but I knew where the match was going now and it was going to get slightly more serious.
We removed our tops, faced each other and the match was on. We moved cautiously with our arms out, waiting for the other to make a mistake. I moved first, coming in toward the side of Sam for a takedown. I ducked under her headlock attempt and pulled her between my thighs as I fell to my back, holding her in a body scissors. Sam struggled to her knees while I played possum on my back. When Sam dropped her elbows down to try to break my thighs, I went for it, opening my thighs quickly, raising them up and over her shoulders and then clamping them around her head and neck, capturing her in a front headscissors. My thighs slapped against the side of her face when I locked on and Sam began to panic; she knew she was in trouble. I grunted loud as I rolled, pulling her down to her side on the mats so that I would have even more control. Her neck was touching my kitty, her jaw gently pressing against my mound, my bikini bottom in place but starting to slide. I kept my beefy thighs clamped around Sam’s neck as I looked down at her and then I heard the front door open upstairs. Sam began to tap frantically and I quickly unlocked my ankles, letting her head go free. Sam whispered that the match was over, her sister and Aunt were here and we could hear their footsteps as they began walking around. We both jumped up and quickly began getting dressed as Sam yelled to her sister that she would be right up.