Jen sends Busty a tasteful nude

Jennifer could feel her heart pounding. She was already turned on by scrolling through Busty’s nudes, but now that it was her turn, she was suddenly overcome with a perverse sense of excitement. She had never sent a nude before and knew that doing so would leave her picture up on the Internet for all time. Her mother had warned her against doing such things, but the allure of committing such a depraved act was getting her worked up. It wasn’t even a decision to do the match that was driving her anymore, it was the desire to do something naughty.

She locked her door and stripped naked, looking at herself in her standing mirror. She was slim and waiflike compared to Busty Bombshell. She wondered if that would be a problem. She started to worry that Busty would not be impressed by her looks and would cancel the match over it but reasoned that cancelling the match would mean she wouldn’t have to commit to it and could focus on school again. Either way, she really wouldn’t be losing out on anything. She also thought it would be rude not to send anything back after Busty had sent an album of nudes for her to enjoy. That and the fact that she was in the mood to do something naughty sealed her decision.

Jen held the camera up and framed herself on the graphic screen. She tried to find a sexy pose like Busty’s, but was showing way too much than she was willing to. Even though she was into taking the nude, she wasn’t fully committed to having her entire body online for the world to see. The back of her mind had the inner dread that the pics would wind up in front of her parents. If she took something tasteful, she could pass it off as artistic. She would still get hit with all the fundamental guilt tripping from her mother but at least she would be considered misguided instead of an outright harlot.

Jen tried some more poses. She wanted a demure look that highlighted her features. She tried turning her back and accentuating her shoulder but it was hiding too much. She tried a risque full frontal with the camera and her hands covering the sensitive bits which looked more promising. She then tried angling her shoulder and hips. It was looking sexier. Finally she tilted her head and sucked in her lower lip. This was doing it for her. She held the pose and snapped the pic.

Looking at herself in the camera was surreal. She didn’t recognize the girl in the photo, so sultry and alluring. Her heart beat faster as she was about to send it to Busty Bombshell. She couldn’t know for sure if Busty’s photos were real or something pulled off the Internet or AI generated. It would be moot if they were going to have a match since they would eventually see each other’s bodies, but she had a nagging fear that it might be a ruse to get her nude pic. Then again, if Busty’s pics were real… Jennifer held her breath and sent her nude.

Busty immediately sent an address and told her to pick a time and day. Jen’s heart fluttered. Despite not wanting to do this initially, she had been unexpectedly swayed into looking forward to their meet up. She picked out a day she was free in the evening and Busty informed her that the address was to her condo where she had a private gym where they could wrestle. Jen was overjoyed that they would be doing a private match and didn’t have to worry about others judging her, but still had an uneasy feeling about going alone to someone else’s place. She would let Sam know where she was going, just in case.

Over the week leading up to their match, Jen and Busty become chat buddies, revealing more about themselves as they got more excited for their match. They even set up a video chat to get a face to face which calmed Jen’s apprehensions about Busty being real. She looked as gorgeous as her pictures.

Busty wasn’t a model as Jen had assumed, but was financially well off because she was married to a rich adviser who paid for their place and was barely ever around. This was what led her to explore other avenues to fulfill her needs. Her interest in women was a secret preference that she didn’t want getting out among her circle which was made up of rich and judgmental socialites. Getting outed to them would almost certainly mean her ostracization and total loss of social status.

She had been a long time subscriber to WSW but only recently started to compete. Her first match was on a lark. She had met someone at a club who shared her fandom over WSW and had drunkenly suggested they have a match. That led to her bringing her new friend back home to see who would come out on top. It was her drinking buddy.

Busty’s next experience was to see if she still liked it if she was sober. It was with the same friend and she assured Jen that the sober experience was much more preferable. Her other match was actually with her housekeeper, much to her embarrassment. Afterwards, she couldn't look her employee in the eyes, having lost to her and submitting. Eventually she had to change workers. Her last match was actually with a WSW pro she hired to have a one on one session with. This blew Jen’s mind! She never considered that the pros could offer their skills to fans like that! This also made her wonder how much this lady could afford, being the wife of a business magnate.

Jen revealed a lot of herself as well, discussing how she got into the sport, her in ring experience and some details on what she did for her victory rounds. Since Busty wouldn’t reveal the name of her pro, Jen withheld the full details of her activities. This only riled up Busty even more. She wanted to experience Jen first hand. Every day, she would leave a greeting telling Jen how much she wanted to get her hands on the young student, accompanied by another racy pic. Jen would send back pics as well. They were simple shots like sideboob with her fingers covering her nipple or a profile of her ass, but it was enough to stoke the fire of her upcoming opponent.

Busty Bombshell: I’m touching myself just thinking of getting my hands on you!

Tara Nova: So am I!

Busty Bombshell: Show me!

Jen pulled her PJ shorts down and slid her fingers inside her pussy and rubbed herself until she felt her juices begin to flow. She pulled her fingers out and held it up to the light show that it glistened with her bodily fluid. She took a pic of that and sent it.

Busty Bombshell: I would suck both those fingers down my throat and lick you clean if you were with me right now.

Tara Nova: I can’t wait until we get together.

Busty Bombshell: Me either! One more night!

Tara Nova: I’ll see you then! Don’t wear yourself out before then!

Busty Bombshell: I’ll keep myself to one orgasm tonight.

Tara Nova: LOL

A short while later, Busty sent her a new pic. It was her parted legs covered in what Jen could only presume was the spray from her own squirt juices. Now all Jen could think about was the next night.