Jen will wrestle if the room is secured

Still a little frazzled by the thought of wrestling in front of others, Jen was feeling a little paranoid about others peeking into the gym to watch her and Claire go at it. She looked around nervously for windows.

“Uh… is there a way to make sure no one comes in and sees us?” she asked Claire.

“Huh?” Claire wondered, then recognized Jen’s anxiety. “You know, if you want to get into this sport, you’re going to have to work in front of an audience eventually…” she confided.

“I… guess… or maybe I’ll just stay an amateur?” Jen debated. She still wasn’t sure if she wanted to pursue this sport to the point that she would be watched by others. It was cool to meet stars like Leah and Sera, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to be on their level. She was a mild mannered communications student, she didn’t need the attention of a high profile submission wrestler. The thought of millions of people tuning into her pervy wrestling kink made her shiver.

“Want to wrestle in bear costumes instead? It might be a bit more uncomfortable and the oil will be tricky to work with…” Claire offered. The joke blew over Jen’s head and she gave the girl a baffled look in response. Claire shrugged. “Alright, I don’t know where I can get bear costumes at this hour anyways. I guess I can cover up the doors with something and lock them.” She headed out of the ring to do what she said and called back, “You better be in a swimsuit by the time I get back!”

Jen had worn her bikini under her clothes in anticipation for her match, so it was a simple matter of stripping down to them. She imagined an audience lining the ring watching her and was hit with stage fright. There was no way she could perform in front of an audience. She shook the thought out of her head and reminded herself that she was alone with Claire now. This allowed her to undress, but she still remained nervous, standing half naked in the middle of the ring.

Claire returned, pleased to see Jen in wrestling attire. “You look good!” she complimented as she stepped into the ring. “Do you have the oil?”

Jen grabbed two bottles out of her bag and passed one to Claire. The jovial brunette opened it up and started pouring it over her chest and rubbing it into her skin. She looked back and noticed Jen staring, so played it up more sensually. She wriggled her hips slowly as the viscous liquid streamed down her contours. She cupped her breasts and squeezed them until they slipped out of her grasp. Jen became entranced at the performance. Then, Claire pulled out her bikini bottom and squirted the oil onto her crotch as crassly as possible. This totally killed the mood for Jen, who stood looking disappointed. Claire burst out laughing.

“Hahaha! You’ve got to lighten up, Jen! Wrestling is supposed to be fun, not stressful!” Claire said, walking over to the wrestling neophyte. She placed her hands on Jen’s shoulders and started rubbing.

Jen knew Claire was right. She tried to loosen up and let the gym worker massage neck and shoulders. Soon she felt more skin press against her back. Claire’s front was making full contact, rubbing gently up and down. Despite the shock, Jen started leaning into it.

“That’s the spirit!” Claire encouraged, turning her around so they met chest to chest.

Jen was starting to warm up the situation now, feeling her nervous energy become more sexually charged. Soon the two competitors had covered each other with glistening, shiny body oil and were ready to compete. They eventually split up to start the match in their respective corners. They had to be careful not to slip with the oil covering most of their bodies including the bottoms of their feet. On her side, Claire had a digital clock set up to time the match. She set it for 2 minutes and looked at Jen. Jen nodded that she was ready and Claire started the timer.

There was an audible beep and Jen’s full attention snapped to the match and her opponent. She moved to the center of the ring to meet the feisty brunette, but quickly realized that this ring was much larger than the regulation mat she had been used to wrestling on. Partway through her journey she could feel her feet slipping out from under her. She had to pause to regain her balance, which was when Claire barreled down, dropping to her knees to slide into the petite blonde!

Jennifer went tumbling, flipping over, onto her back with a splat! She stared up at the lights as a shadow loomed over her, dropping down quickly! It was Claire, pouncing onto her prey! Jen had to react fast, trying to slip out from the lower position. The oil helped keep her free, but also hindered her from getting to her feet. She flopped onto her face and lost her bra top thanks to that.

“Five points!” Claire announced, mounting her opponent’s back and targeting the bottoms next.

Jen rolled around and tried to sit up. This pushed Claire down, bottoms up. Jen grabbed at her bottoms, already feeling her own being slid off. There was no helping the bikinis coming off in an oil wrestling match, but she was determined to keep up with their scores.

By the time the two broke contact and got to their feet, they were both bottomless, but Jen was the only one completely nude. They slowly squared off again, careful not to slip. The match began at such a quick pace, Jen didn’t have time to prepare herself and formulate a game plan. Now that she had some time to think, she realized she knew nothing about her opponent or her skills. She would have to keep things basic and lean on her freshly trained amateur wrestling skills to give her the edge. Going back to her previous matches, she remembered getting tricked into committing to an attack by a feint, making her think her opponent was about to move in one direction and then they went in another. She decided to try this with Claire.

Just like before, Jen started to move in, towards her opponent. She wobbled slightly as if about to slip again and Claire dove it to capitalize! As soon as Claire lunged, Jen hopped up and landed on top of the brunette, squishing the wind out of her!

“Oof!” Claire gasped.

The momentary stun gave Jen enough time to get to top off of her opponent. She leaned onto Claire’s back, squeezing the ring attendant’s plush tits. It didn’t gain her anything except the knowledge of how they felt, which she had been curious about the moment she saw Claire in a swimsuit. For the record, they felt fantastic.

Claire tried to push herself up to slide Jen off, but Jen spread her legs to support herself long enough to slide her hand between Claire’s legs.

“Eleven!” she called out before Claire dropped down on Jen’s fingering hand and tried to squirm herself off. “Twelve!” Jen counted, managing to keep her fingers on the prize through the frantic movement. Claire then flipped over and hugged Jen around the arms to pull them away from her pussy. They struggled and squirmed for control, falling to one side and rolling around the ring.

They could feel each other’s bodies begin to heat up and their breathing became labored as their bodies meshed together, slipping and sliding over one another like a pair of fish as they each tried to gain control. Claire managed to hook her arm between Jen’s legs, pushing her backwards to the mat for a roll up pin. In this position, Jen’s legs were in the air and her pussy was ripe for the licking! Claire dove in, tongue out and gave her a long smooth swipe, sending shivers up her spine!

“Twelve!” Claire counted off before Jen completed her backward roll to escape the tonguing.

Jen then grabbed Claire by the waist and pulled her in. Claire slid with ease like she was on a slip and slide. Jen stuck her arm out and caught Claire by the crotch, rubbing her mound for another point. “Thirteen!” she counted before Claire squeezed her legs tight and slipped away.

It was a back and forth with neither one gaining enough momentum to swing the points too far in their favor. It took too much energy to balance themselves on the slippery oil, so they were crawling on their hands and knees, trying to get at one another, but a slight push would send them sliding away again. The only way they could get a hold for any length of time was to lay their whole body into the grab, so they were hugging and squeezing and generally fondling one another to score points. Soon, both of them were panting heavily, splayed out on the mat.

Jen had racked up 20 points by this point and Claire was at 19. It would only take one small effort to decide the match and the clock had run down to the final 30 seconds. Jen knew she only had enough energy for one final push, but if she missed, she wouldn’t have the strength to fight Claire off.