The two hit the showers

Sam was already feeling self conscious about standing in the middle of the pool area completely naked. Even though she and Elsa were the only ones in the giant space, she feared in the back of her mind that someone would just walk in on them. So, she was happy to move things along to the confines of the change room. She tried not to reveal her embarrassment to the lifeguard by covering her body. Instead, she stoically nodded her head to the locker room and calmly uttered, “Let’s do this then…”

Elsa bit her lower lip then nodded, following the wrestler to the back. She was also hiding her shyness with an unabashed front, but as they walked, she could feel the nerves building up inside her. Despite her cool demeanor, she was treading into unknown territory. She couldn’t believe she had shed her togs and was prancing around in the nuddy in her place of work while she was still supposed to be on duty!

Elsa could feel her heart pounding inside her chest. She wasn’t sure what had gotten into her, but the moment the petite beauty suggested a match, butterflies fluttered inside of her. The brunette hoped it would turn out better than her previous attempts at the erotic pastime. Not only was she excited by getting hands on with the slender, porcelain skinned doll in front of her, she was thrilled that she was going to get a match with the established wrestler. Her previous experience was with a complete novice and a skilled wrestler that had no interest in the aftermatch. Sam appeared confident in her abilities, yet the Aussie had bested the pixie haired noirette in her area of expertise; swimming. Elsa really didn’t know what to expect in their match and it had her body feeling electric.

Sam stepped into the change room first. As she went in, she realized she had just left her speedo out on the edge of the poo. She grimaced. She was already inside and didn’t want to look like a wuss, running back out to get her stuff. Elsa left her lifeguard outfit outside too and wasn’t making a big deal about it. Sam imagined someone coming in and finding their stuff out there, wondering what the heck was going on. It gave her a naughty rush. She’d just have to hope no one actually did come in to discover their clothes.

Looking inside the change room, Sam surveyed Elsa’s handiwork. The change room was large and lined with lockers. The benches were pushed up to the lockers to leave an open space in the middle of the room, enough space to wrestle on. Non-slip pads that looked like jigsaw squares formed a squared wrestling mat in the center. Sam walked around feeling out the space, then stepped on the mat to see how it was. It had a springy consistency that she wasn’t used to for wrestling on, but didn’t think it would be too much to overcome.

She gave Elsa an approving look. “This will work!” she said.

Elsa smiled proudly as she approached a locker and opened it. “I have a stopwatch to keep track of time. How do we want to do this?”

“Let’s do a 3 minute match.”

“OK… you ready?” Elsa asked.

“Actually… do you mind if I take a shower first?” Sam asked, sniffing her arm. “I can still smell the chlorine on me!” Sam felt the need to wash and dry off. The water on their skin would actually add more friction, making gripping very easy and possibly painful. Being fully washed and dried would make the experience more pleasurable.

Elsa realized her body was still wet and soaked in chlorine as well. “Yeah, I guess you’re right!” she agreed. “Let’s go shower first!”

They went deeper into the adjacent shower area. The showers were separated stalls with their own privacy curtains, so each woman stepped into one and washed. This only added to the anticipation for their match. They could feel an unspoken energy as they lathered up and washed off with time ticking away towards their wrestling face off. Soon their naked bodies would be rubbing up against each other in one way or another. They each made sure to thoroughly clean.

When they stepped out and looked at each other, they exchanged shy smiles. Elsa handed Sam a towel and they dried themselves off, stealing quick glances at one another. It didn’t take long to dry off, but each moment was brimming with anticipation. Satisfied with the moisture level of their skin, the ladies returned to the change area, feeling freshened up and soft skinned. .

Sam peeled away her towel and laid it over a bench, then stepped onto the mat and stretched her arms. She bent her body from side to side, sending more flutters in Elsa’s lower body as she watched. Finally, looking lithe and limber, Sam nodded that she was set to begin. Elsa took in a breath and started the stopwatch. This was it. She set the watch on the shelf and stepped into the ring, stretching a bit as well.

Samantha lowered her already diminutive frame, preparing for battle. Elsa started to feel a growing sense of unease as Sam moved her body with intent and well practiced certainty. Elsa was entering the lioness’ den now; her swimming skills would not carry her here.

Sam eyed her opponent warily. She didn’t want to get tricked into overestimating herself like she did with the swim race. Losing two competitions in a row would be unacceptable. Even if Elsa turned out to be a cakewalk, she wasn’t going to go easy.

Elsa mimicked her opponent, lowering her body and carefully gauging her distance. She tested her reach with a quick swipe at Sam. Like a croc hidden in the water, Sam snapped out and latched onto her arm with a tight grip!

Alarmed, Elsa tried to quickly pull away, but felt her body being swung into the petite wrestler. She was hoisted over Sam’s shoulder and flipped around! She felt the wind knock out of her lungs when she slammed flat on the mat from the judo throw!

Staring dazedly at the ceiling, Elsa didn’t notice Sam wrap herself around from behind. She suddenly felt slender fingers tweaking her hardened nipples and let out a gasp.

“One… two…” Sam started counting.

Her fingers were soft and warm, as was the body that was laying behind the fit swimmer. If this was any other circumstance, Elsa might have laid back and enjoyed the sensation, but she had to shake herself out of the stupor she was in. She tried to roll out and found Sam legs entwined around hers, cradling her securely in a spooned position.

Sam could smell Elsa’s excitement as she rubbed her opponent’s nipples. She had to reach down and see if this was making the lifeguard wet, doubling her scoring in the process.

“Four… Six…” she called out as the fingers of her left hand slid down Elsa’s belly and over her mound. She felt Elsa twitch as she ran her fingers over her opponent’s slit. It was definitely wet.

By the time the count was up to eight, Elsa remembered they were in a match. If she lost, she’d have to do whatever Sam wanted. As exciting as the thought was, she didn’t want to just roll over for her competitor. She had to take the fight back to her, but how?