It’s a close race

Sonya vision focused in so that it only saw the lane in front of her. She was in her zone like she was in any foot race, only her feet were behind her instead of beneath her. She wasn’t an avid swimmer but she was comfortable in the water and could get some good speed. The only thing she found uncomfortable was her obscured vision as the water splashed around in her face. She could take quick glances as she sucked in air between strokes and glanced back to see Sam behind her. It heartened her to know she had the lead.

Sam pumped her arms and legs, quickly realizing that Sonya had taken the early lead. As she had figured, Sonya’s longer arms and legs, plus her physical conditioning, were giving her a decisive edge. All was not lost though. She could see sloppiness in Sonya’s form which would sap energy out of the athlete much quicker. Sam couldn’t rely on Sonya gassing out though, the runner was sure to have plenty of reserve in her tank. Sam needed to press but keep her technique tight and efficient. Fortunately, Sonya’s tight ass was all the carrot Sam needed to stay on the runner’s trail. She focused in and increased her pressure.

They were halfway to the end of the pool when Sonya could feel Sam closing in behind her. She felt the urgency and started pushing herself harder. She started pulling away from the petite swimmer but was also breathing heavier. She had to find a rhythm between her strokes and breathing or she would lose ground again.

Sam saw the distance between her and the runner begin to widen. She didn’t panic though. Instead, the determined swimmer forged on, keeping a steady gauge on her energy and the remaining length of the lap. She was going to go the maximum speed that would get her to the finish line.

Sonya slapped the end of the pool with her hand and pushed away, passing Sam on her way back to the start. She flashed a cheeky grin as she went by.

Sam made it to the end of the pool, but instead of pushing off with her hands, she dove down, spinning 180 and kicked off the wall with her feet. The added push saved her energy while giving her the momentum to get a good speed on the way back. She wasn’t done with her swim tactics either. While underwater she was like a torpedo, moving with less friction as opposed to Sonya’s thrashing above the water. Sam stayed under as long as she could, speeding past Sonya until she couldn’t hold her breath any longer. She emerged from the depths and gasped for air, immediately throwing her arms out to swim for her life.

Sonya was taken by surprise by Sam’s sudden lead. She had no idea where the little demon came from, but didn’t have time to argue. She was behind now and had to catch up. She was already feeling the strain of pushing full power and now she had to dig deep to get an extra gear out. Her heart was pumping and she was amped up, wanting the win even badder now.

Sam kept her head up, looking squarely at her goal. Elsa was at the end zone, looking for the winner. She could see her growing closer and closer. Behind, she could hear Sonya flailing in the water like an incensed beast. She felt the intimidation of the sea monster coming to get her and pushed urgently.

Both swimmers gave it their all and within seconds it was over.

Sonya looked over at Sam and Sam looked back. They were both clinging onto the edge of the pool with neither knowing who got there first. They turned to Elsa to deliver the results. She looked enthused by the entire race, eye beaming, lips curled into a delighted grin. She looked at each racer one at a time, then raised her hand over Sonya.

“Winner!”

“Whooo!” Sonya cheered.

Sam sank into the water, defeated. “Nooooo!”

They dragged themselves out of the pool and lay by the edge, panting heavily. Sonya gave Sam a nudge so that she would look over.

“Hey! Good race!” she grinned.

“Yeah…” Sam panted. “Good race.”

Elsa crouched down next to them, wide awake now. “You guys got me so excited, now I want to race!” she told them. “Take on the winner?”

“Ah… how about you do a lap instead?” Sonya gasped, still recovering.

“Make her do ten and maybe you’ll have a chance!” Sam added with a giggle. Elsa giggled too.

“I guess that would make it interesting!” she admitted.

Sonya sat up and gazed at Elsa. “What would make it interesting is if you do it naked!” she teased.

Elsa had a naughty grin on her face as she looked around the empty pool.

“Time me!” she told them, before pulling down her speedo. Sam was feeling giddy with all this sudden nudity. She grabbed her phone from her bag and set it to stopwatch. Elsa stood at the edge of the pool, giving the others an upshot view of her bare ass before she turned to them and said, “And you both better still be naked by the time I’m done!”

Sonya gave her a smack on the ass and they all giggled. Sam had the timer ready, so Elsa jumped in, tearing down the lane in her birthday suit. Sam started the timer and the two racers enjoyed the view.

“That was a close race,” Sonya said to Sam as they watched Elsa swim. “Do you train?”

“I used to, back in high school,” Sam replied. “Now I just do it for fun.”

“If you kept up your training, I bet you would have beaten me no problem!” Sonya admitted.

“Thanks,” Sam said. “I only managed to keep it close thanks to my experience. Even if Elsa is worn out from her laps, I think she could still take you with her technique alone! Look at how she doesn’t waste movement as she swims.”

Sonya took a moment to appreciate Elsa’s movements. “So you’re saying it’s not about the athlete’s conditioning, it’s about their skill and experience?”

“Well, I’m not discounting athleticism, you did beat me, but I’m not an expert swimmer either and I kept it close.”

“Hmm… that’s true..” Sonya admitted. “So, what about a sport you’re an expert at? You think you could beat me in WSW?” There was a glint in the competitor’s eyes and a grin on her lips.

Sam turned to look directly at her, becoming aware of her nudity again. “I think… maybe… I mean, Jen beat you, right?”

Sonya grimaced, having been reminded of her loss.

“And, I beat Elsa in our match!” Sam revealed proudly. “Want me to tell you about that? You did win the race.”

By the time Elsa pulled herself out of the pool, panting heavily, the other girls were chatting deeply about something.

“How did I do?” Elsa asked, looking at the timer in Sam’s hand. Sam turned it over to show the time. “Aw… I need work, that’s a pisser time!” she grumbled. “So, what were you two yapping about while I was doing my rounds?”

“Just talking about your match with Sam,” Sonya told her. “She seems to think her expertise in submission gives her the edge.”

“Well, I DID win our match,” Sam said to Elsa with a smile.

Elsa frowned. “Just barely,” she conceded. “Wot say we have a rematch? I think it could go either way!”

“You’re going to have to get in line, Elsie, I call next!” Sonya replied with a grin.

“Well, we could two on one her!” Elsa suggested, suggestively.

Sam could feel her nipples harden as she nervously backed away from the two. “Now that wouldn’t be fair! Plus it wouldn’t prove anything!” she protested. In the back of her mind, she debated the match. The outcome wouldn’t be in her favor, but the outcome of that outcome could potentially be worth it.

“She’s right,” Sonya admitted. She then sat up and leaned forward. ‘That’s why you’ll have to find a partner!” The other two looked at her with quirked eyebrows. “So that we can have a tag match!” Sonya announced excitedly.

“A tag match? We can do that?” Elsa wondered.

“There are rules for it…” Sam said, thinking back on her WSW knowledge. “It’s more complicated than a straight up one on one though…”

“Well then, how about it?” Sonya asked. “You want to tag against me and Elsa?”