Jen meets Busty Bombshell

“Hello! It’s me! Umm.. Tara Nova...” Jen told the person on the intercom.

“Oh! Come on in!” the voice replied. It was Busty Bombshell. Jen was about to meet her in person for the very first time.

After a week of anticipation and teasing, it was finally the big night! Jen recognized her right away from her pictures and their video chat. She had been looking at nothing but the pics of the vivacious blonde for the past few days. She was anxious and worried she might make things awkward, but Busty was all warm and welcoming right off the bat.

“Tara Nova! So nice to finally meet you in the flesh! You can call me Lana, by the way!” she greeted, pulling in the petite younger woman into her arms.

Jen felt the warmth of Lana’s pillowy mounds pressed against hers and blushed.

“Nice to finally meet you too!” she replied. “My real name is Jennifer, but you can call me Jen.”

“Well come on in, Jen!” Lana said, leading her inside the condo.

“Woah…” Jen uttered, taking in the large living area. She had been expecting an apartment sized space, maybe something as big as a hotel suite, but the space was a loft with high ceilings. Jen glanced over to the fully furnished kitchen across from the fully furnished entertainment system. It was an open concept condo with a large stairwell on the far end that led up to the upper floor. From the furnishings and décor, Jen could sense that this woman was living well off.

“Do you like the place?” Lana asked. “I had it decorated myself! Would you like something to drink? Some snacks maybe?”

“Oh, no I’m good, thank you,” Jen replied.

“Hm, I guess you’re raring to go with our match then?” Lana smirked.

“I kind of am…” Jen smiled, blushing some more as some nervous laughter came out.

“You know what? So am I!” Lana murmured with her own giggle. “Let me show you to the gym!”

Jen’s hostess guided her to a separate room populated with workout equipment. A Peloton was stationed facing the full wall window, there were dumbbells and a bench along the interior wall, a yoga ball and mats were in the nearby corner and the center had a WSW branded ring mat.

Lana stood behind a counter and picked up a controller. Music started playing over the speaker system mounted on the ceiling.

“A little something to listen to while we work out,” Lana told Jen. Next, a screen rolled down and a timer was set on it for 2 minutes. “Ready when you are!”

“Oh… I should change then,” Jen realized. Her school bag had her outfit and gym things in them.

“This way!” Lana directed her, showing her to the adjoining change room.

It turned out to be a closet with Lana’s workout outfits, but it was ample space for Jen to undress and leave her things. She came out in her yellow bikini. Lana was in her wrestling outfit as well, sporting a red bikini that glimmered under the light. Jen didn’t know for sure, but she guessed that it might be made of silk or some other expensive material. She also noticed that it matched the socialite’s glossy, sparkling nails. Her entire body was well groomed and perfectly tanned.

“Mmm… looking at you in the flesh makes me feel like your pics didn’t do you justice!” Lana admired back at Jen.

“You too…” Jen noted, blushing as she realized she was staring.

“So? Are you ready?” Lana asked, stepping into the ring. She rubbed her hands nervously. It was a little comforting to Jen to see the affluent hostess show a little anxiety as well. Jen nodded to her and she called out, “Alexa? Start timer!”

There was a beep and the timer on the screen started to count down. The match had begun. Jen glanced over to Lana, but Lana still had her eyes on the clock. Finally she turned her attention toward her opponent. That was when Jen pounced. She could see the look of shock and surprise form on Lana’s face as if she was in slow motion. Jen was already throwing her body forward, arms outstretched. Lana had no defense for it and took the spear into the mat.

Jen climbed up on top of Lana, looking down at the befuddled bourgeois sporting reddened cheeks. Lana was too stunned to stave off Jen’s strip attempt, releasing her ripe melons hidden underneath. Jen had longed to squeeze these fruits all week and now she was in paradise, playing with Lana’s nipples between her fingers.

“Six… seven…” Jen counted aloud. “You better do something or I’m going to take the whole match!” she warned.

“Oh! Right!” Lana replied, getting back in the game. She took Jen’s hand, which Jen didn’t fight, and sensually rubbed it against her cheek before taking a finger into her mouth and sucking it. Jen was caught off guard by the strange behavior. There was no struggle from Lana, no attempt to wriggle out from underneath or throw her off. Instead, Lana’s attention was focused on Jen’s hand.

Jen stared, dumbfounded while Lana played with her finger like a mini penis, sliding her tongue along the length of it and then sucking it in, bobbing her head back and forth and coating it with her saliva.

This didn’t score Lana any points but it did distract Jen from picking up more points of her own. Soon, Lana’s finger kisses turned into arm kisses and before Jen knew it, she was on her back and Lana was necking her. Jen could barely breathe.

“This… this isn’t how it’s normally done…” Jen informed her opponent. She could feel her entire body on fire at this point.

“Like this then?” Lana asked, pulling Jen’s breasts free from their covers. Jen gasped and flushed in her cheeks. Lana was blushing as well as she leaned in and licked and sucked on the strawberry blonde’s tit.

“Ah.. don’t… forget… to count…” Jen gasped. She had to remind Lana that this was a match and not a seduction, or else she was going to end up Lana’s plaything for the rest of the night.

“Mmm… that’s why I always lose!” she revealed, running her free hand under Jen’s bikini bottoms. Jen instinctively arched her back and pressed her pussy against Lana’s palm. Lana rubbed and licked, murmuring numbers between breaths.

Jen wondered if Lana was joking or if she was legitimately not counting and losing for it. She didn’t want to be the one to lose because she reminded her opponent to keep score though, so she needed to counter Lana’s unorthodox strategy. She knew of a few ways to do so which the novice probably wouldn’t see coming, but she also didn’t want to go too hard on Lana since the blonde has yet to win any matches. It might wear on her excitement in wrestling.