Elsa tries to cut Sonya down by the legs

Elsa knew little about Sonya’s wrestling abilities, but there was one thing she knew for sure; Sonya was a runner. That meant that the track star was going to be good on her feet. If she was going to stand a chance against the leggy blonde, she was going to have to do something about that!

The next time Sonya made a lunge at her, Elsa dodged again, but this time, she swiveled around and grabbed Sonya by the legs.

Sonya yelped, not expecting this approach from the swimmer. She tried to get up, but her legs were locked together. She flattened out on the ground, feeling the weight of the other woman on her lower half.

Sonya tried to kick her legs apart to get Elsa off, but the lifeguard had an iron grip on her gams. The runner tried to shimmy herself free, squeezing her legs together to take up less space but this only helped Elsa tighten her grip on the runner’s legs. She hugged tightly, crushing Sonya’s knees together against her chest.

“I have to admit, we never really trained for this sort of thing…” Sonya said, still squirming to get free.

Elsa grinned up at her opponent. “Thet’s good news for me then, yeh?” she noted.

“So long as you have your arms locked around me,” Sonya acknowledged. Despite this admission, her cocksure grin was telling Elsa that there was a ‘but’ about to follow that statement. “One thing though…”

“What’s that?” Elsa asked with suspicion.

“You’re wide open for me to do this…”

Sonya sat up and reached over, untying the neck string on Elsa’s bikini. Elsa gasped and quickly reached back to prevent her top from coming off. Sonya lifted her leg free and used it to kick-push Elsa back. Elsa’s hands were frantically trying to tighten up her bikini knot, leaving her wide open for Sonya’s next pounce!

The ladies tumbled onto the mat with Sonya ending up on top. Elsa took a deep breath and rolled, holding onto Sonya like she had her in an alligator **** roll. Sonya did her best to land on top again, but every time she did, Elsa would use the momentum to keep them spinning. They rolled around the mat for a solid minute trying to one up one another. Their arms and legs became entwined so that they struggled to push each other off. It was as if they were weeding through each other’s limbs like thick foliage to climb out on top.

As they wrestled, Elsa could feel the heat between them build up. Sonya’s body became hot to the touch and Elsa could feel the reverberation of the tall blonde’s body from each heavy breath taken. Elsa was surprised her opponent was holding out so long. She doubted Samantha had this level of conditioning, but she reminded herself that Sonya was still training as a runner. Her stamina would be far deeper than Sam’s and possibly even more than her own due to her lighter swim schedule.

“What’s the matter?” Sonya panted, hovering over Elsa after regaining the mount position. “Out of juice already?”

“There’s still lots in me! I’m just getting warmed up!!” Elsa shot back through some labored breathing of her own.

Sonya grinned devilishly, “Hmm… maybe I just need to squeeze you the right way to get it all out…”

Elsa blushed a bit at the way she said that, which only provoked her opponent to press her hand against the brunette’s muff and squeeze.

“Ahh…” Elsa gasped. Suddenly she’d forgotten she was in a submission match and could only think of the hot blonde track star groping her pussy. Her jaw slackened and she took a sharp breath, feeling the other woman’s fingers rubbing her through her bikini bottoms.

“One…” Sonya counted.

This snapped Elsa back into consciousness again. She squeezed her legs around Sonya’s hand and rolled once more, managing to slip free of Sonya’s grip and even land herself on top of her rival. Sonya was still all smiles despite the positioning.

“You liked that didn’t you?” she asked, teasingly.

“If I did, you’d still be doing it…” Elsa quipped, not willing to admit that it felt good.

“Hmm…” Sonya moaned, sounding like she was more in the mood for pleasure than competition. “Maybe we should try it without the bottoms on and see if you like that more…”

“Huhh…. You first…” Elsa answered, not completely opposed to the idea.

“You’ll have to take them off for me,” Sonya whispered softly into Elsa’s ear. She was half hoping that her opponent would drop all pretenses and they could fuck right then and there. Her heart was racing and she wasn’t opposed to calling off the fight in the name of lust. The track runner would have been all over the green streaked brunette with the toned body if she knew the latter was interested.

“Fine…” Elsa said cautiously, reaching out for Sonya’s top. “Hold still…”

The Aussie felt like she was in a form of a standoff, not sure what her opponent’s intentions really were. If Sonya had propositioned her outside of the wrestling, she would have jumped at the prospect of hooking up with the sexy athlete, but she wouldn’t put it past the blonde to be playing a ruse to gain the upperhand. She had experience with competitors playing mind games to get an edge on their opponents.

The only answer Elsa could come up with was to test the track star’s resolve and, if necessary, her own reflexes. Her fingers slipped under the string of Sonya’s shoulder strap. She didn’t feel any resistance from her opponent. She focused her senses to detect any minute muscle twitch, but only felt the steady rise and fall of Sonya’s chest as she breathed. She felt Sonya’s hands caressing her backside. She tensed up at first, but soon eased up when she didn’t feel any aggression behind the strokes. She started to get into the feel of Sonya’s soft warm hands running over her body.

Suddenly, she felt a shift in Sonya’s demeanor. She had a sense for competitiveness and it was instantly coursing through Sonya’s veins. Elsa immediately jumped up through pure instinct, narrowly avoiding Sonya’s snare trap grab. She quickly tried to finish the job of un-topping her opponent as she attempted to escape her rival’s predatory talons. In the end, both women had strings in their grasp as they stared down one another. All possibility of an amicable tryst between them was completely dashed. This was going to come down to the last woman standing. Deep down, Elsa liked that, it would mean that she had earned her or would be conquered by her. A small grin formed on her face.

“Hmm… like doing things the hard way, hmm?” Sonya observed, with a small smile growing on her lips as well. “I’m not going to lie, this only makes me want you more!”

Elsa could feel a tingling in her loins. She only grinned wider, sizing up her opponent for her next move.