Nikki

I could see from the smug look on Nikki’s face that she believed she’d won. She believed I was about to roll over and it would be a matter of simplicity to strip me down.

That pissed me off and I was already marching towards Nikki. Her hands were on her hips and I went in windmilling. The ferocity of the assault took her by surprise and she covered up as I unloaded on her.

She ran into me and wrapped her arms around my midsection, trying to lift and throw me off again. I slammed my fists into her back, but still she kept driving me backwards.

My back hit a tree as the fight returned to the wooded area. I kept striking her, but she just wouldn’t back off. I decided to try a different tactic.

I seized the back of her red t-shirt and pulled it up her back. It reached her neck displaying the matching NAVY BLUE bra strap at the back.

Now Nikki screamed and tried to pull away, but I had my fingers wrapped in the fabric. Her efforts only managed to fold the t-shirt inside out and I pulled it off of her.

Nikki backed up. Her hands flew to her b cup breasts encased inside the bra. Instead of smugness or arousal, embarrassment was now written across her face.

She was standing outside in her bra, panties, shoes, and socks. If she enjoyed strip wrestling, she clearly wasn’t enjoying being in front of me, still fully covered up.

I twirled the t-shirt around and threw it away like the rest of her clothes. Her arrogance had cost her.