Elsa goes for the bikini

The strings were already in her hands, so Elsa tugged on Sonya’s swimsuit. Seeing that she was about to get stripped, Sonya responded in kind, pulling on Elsa’s strings. They pulled themselves together in a clump and fell to the mat once again, rolling around as they scrambled to climb on top of one another.

Elsa couldn’t see from all the rolling around and with Sonya’s body on top of her, but she could firmly feel the strings in her hands. She clutched them tightly while she could feel Sonya tugging on her own strings. She wrapped her legs around Sonya to prevent her from pulling her bottoms all the way off, but Sonya kept pulling until it wedgied Elsa. Elsa gasped and shivered which only encouraged Sonya to continue with the motion.

“Ahh…” Elsa moaned.

“Just give in and you’ll get more of this,” Sonya promised, running the string back and forth like dental floss.

“N… never!” Elsa mumbled, turning Sonya onto the mat and pressing her hips firmly against the athlete to alleviate some of the pressure. At the very least, Sonya would be rubbing herself as she glided Elsa’s G-string along her pussy.

Sonya pushed upwards, away from her own crotch, and continued to slide Elsa’s swimsuit against her. This allowed Sonya to stand up though, pulling up Sonya’s bikini with her. Sonya lay on the mat for a second, taking a moment to realize that she had just been stripped naked. She couldn’t snatch at her clothes because she was already holding Elsa’s bottoms. Instead, she wrenched the bottoms away from Elsa and got back to her feet.

Elsa felt a sudden rush of self consciousness, having her lower half exposed. Sonya’s eyes wandered down to the tattoo over her pubis.

“Is that a shark?” she asked.

Elsa jumped her opponent, taking advantage of the distraction. She would have loved to spend more time admiring Sonya’s salacious figure, but she wanted to win this match.

Sonya held her ground, bracing her feet to take Elsa’s full ****. Finding no budge from her opponent, Elsa reversed course and rolled back, flipping Sonya over her. When Sonya landed onto her back, Elsa flipped over for a pin, only with her hand between Sonya’s legs.

“One!” she counted off before Sonya reversed the pin by grabbing Elsa’s head in her arm and rolling her over, then hooking her leg.

“You’re actually at eleven,” Sonya reminded her, since each item of clothing was five points. Elsa could feel the fruits of her achievement in the form of Sonya’s soft, plushy breasts pressed up against her face. She would have been happy to stay there if she wasn’t still trying to win.

Sonya tried to get her hand on Elsa’s pussy, but Elsa swiveled around, blocking access. The Aussie wriggled and squirmed her way free at the cost of her last remaining article of clothing. Both stark naked now, the ladies stared down at each other’s bare form. Elsa’s heart and pussy throbbed. She could feel the air tense up now that there was nothing between them and raw flesh.

The clock ticked down. Their two minute match was running down quickly and they were tied at 11. The next score would likely win it.

They circled the ring, acutely conscious of what the other was doing. Any slip up could lose the match. Elsa could feel the pounding in her chest. It wasn’t from the heightened state of arousal she was in, it was from the excitement of a close competition. Judging from the grin and fired up eyes on the face of her opponent, Sonya was feeling the same way.

“I thought you wanted me to give up,” Elsa said.

“Actually, I like it better when you fight back,” Sonya replied. “It’ll make submitting you even more rewarding!”

“Oh, but that will mean you have to beat me first!” Elsa pointed out. “I’m not so easy to take down!”

“Still got juice in you, huh?” Sonya teased.

“I have to admit, you did get my juices flowing…” Elsa grinned.

“I’d love to squeeze out the rest of it now!” Sonya laughed as she moved in.

The fit blonde swooped in, using her speed again to her advantage. Elsa couldn’t get away this time and had to brace herself for the attempted takedown.

Sonya wrapped her arms around Elsa’s leg, but Elsa dropped to one knee and unhooked the arm, trying to wrench it back. Sonya stubbornly held firm, not allowing Elsa to pull her arm back. Elsa overpowered her and flipped the blonde onto her back.

Sonya kept rolling, trying to pin Elsa’s arm underneath her, but Elsa pulled away just in time. The Aussie dropped down on Sonya and grabbed her ass, pulling her cheeks apart so that she could slide her fingers along the runner’s taint, into the pussy.

Sonya’s butt cheeks squeezed tight. She jutted her butt out into the air, throwing Elsa off balance. Sonya came up from below and pounced onto the green streaked brunette, forcing her onto the defensive.

Elsa swatted Sonya’s grabby hands away as she backpedaled to get some distance. Both of them were breathing heavily again, frantically trying to get an advantage over the other. Their bodies collided once again, arms and legs writhing over one another, jockeying for position. It wasn’t a pretty wrestling match, but they both showed their determination.

Elsa got her leg between Sonya’s and tried to rub her knee against the blonde’s pussy. Sonya lifted her leg and pressed it against Elsa’s pussy as well. They hugged each other, neither one willing to back off now. Instead, they proceeded to rub their thighs into each other’s juicy peaches. Wet squishes of flesh smacking against flesh filled the small shed.

Elsa stared into Sonya’s eyes, almost in disbelief as they mutually humped one another. It was like they were copulating instead of wrestling now.

Sonya had grown quiet. Her eyes grew hazy and her breathing was heavy. Elsa couldn’t tell if this was another ploy to make her drop her guard. She continued to grind her leg into the track and fielder’s pussy, staring up in awe at the reactions she was getting. Sonya bit her lower lip and subtly slipped her hand over Elsa’s belly. She kept her thigh rubbing against the swimmer’s cunt as her hand spread over the other woman’s mound.

Elsa’s eyes widened as she realized what Sonya was doing. Sonya had her by the pussy!

Just as Sonya was about to score, the timer buzzed!

Elsa breathed a sigh of relief. She could still feel Sonya’s warm hand wrapped around her mons. Sonya’s face dropped, realizing that she came just short of scoring the winning point.

“So, we tied?” Elsa asked her. “What now? We have to have a winner!”