Sam agrees to the race, suggesting a surrender match

Sam wondered if she had a chance against Elsa if the latter used the slower swimming technique. Regardless, she was going to stick to her plan of wearing down her opponent before their match.

“Alright…” the petite noirette responded. “You’re on!”

Elsa grinned. “So what’s your stip going to be?”

Samantha thought about it. It didn’t really matter if she expected to lose, but she needed to come up with something to make the wager interesting. “How about…” she thought aloud, “A surrender match?”

Elsa tilted her head. “What’s that?”

“That’s a match that doesn’t use points. Instead, we grapple and use submission holds to get the opponent to surrender. It’s more of a test of wrestling skills,” Sam explained. In the unlikely chance that she won this race, Sam figured she would have an advantage taking the less experienced Elsa on in a pure wrestling match.

Elsa considered the stipulation and slowly nodded her head, “I kind of like that!” she smiled. “You get to really see what you’re made of in a match like that, no?”

“It’s a more pure style of match in terms of wrestling,” Sam agreed.

“So, you’re not init for the girl on girl stuff?” Elsa asked quietly.

“Well, I am…” Sam squirmed as she admitted to the vice. “But, wrestling is a part of it for me too!”

“That’s good to hear!” Elsa replied. “I’m into good competition as well! Are you ready to race?”

Sam wondered if she needed to stretch or anything, but they were already in the water and warmed up, so she nodded. “Let’s do this!”

Since Elsa was going to do backstrokes, they decided it would be fair for both of them to begin in the water. They had their hands on the edge of the pool while they leaned forward and back respectively, ready to push off. Elsa counted them down and they were off!

Sam found herself with an early lead, pushing full speed ahead to the pool boundary marking the 25 meter mark. She could feel her heart pumping at the surprising start and didn’t dare to look back and lose ground. She knew her plan was to wear down Elsa and use that as an advantage in their wrestling match, but the rush from competition was making her push for a win!

She could hear the splash of movement to her left. Elsa was gaining on her. She kept her pace, reminding herself to breathe as she pumped her arms and kicked her legs. She could feel the shadow of her opponent inching closer and closer, forcing her to push even harder. When she reached the end of the lane, she spun over and kicked out, glancing to her side to see how close Elsa was to her.

The brunette lifeguard was only a second behind and transitioned smoothly to bring her even closer! They both continued to push, but Elsa gained steadily. As Sam tilted to her side to complete her stroke, she could see Elsa mid backstroke, glancing over casually at her. The lifeguard didn’t seem to be straining too hard as she continued to gain on the casual swimmer.

A few more meters later, it became painfully obvious how out of her depth Sam was. Elsa had pulled away by a full person length and still didn’t look fatigued. Meanwhile, Sam was gasping for breath, muscles burning. She didn’t want to quit though. She pushed herself to keep going even if she wasn’t going to catch up. She knew this was going to cost her in their match but she didn’t want to finish up the race like a lame duck.

By the time Sam made it to the finish line, Elsa was perched on the side of the pool, cheering her on.

“Good race!” she declared.

“Good… hah… hah… race…” Sam panted back, lacking the energy to even look up at her competition.

“You know, I see a lot of people going through the motions in here, no fire, no determination,” Elsa said in a wistful tone. She watched as Sam crawled out of the pool and added, “But I can tell you tried your hardest out there to win. I was actually wondering if you wanted to wrestle just to get with me, but now I know it’ll be a real match!”

“Yeah…” Sam gasped, staring up at the ceiling as her chest heaved up and down. “I’ll just… need a minute… before we start…” She was disappointed in herself for blowing her plan, but also felt a bit of pride at being called competitive. It was clear that this was Elsa’s domain and Sam still met her head on. Now that they would be going into Sam’s area of expertise, it was going to be a more even fight. Sam guessed that a fair fight wouldn’t be so bad. Sure she would be putting her win streak on the line, but she didn’t think it would be so bad to lose to Elsa.

“Hey!” Elsa chimed in. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Huh? What?” Sam asked, tilting her head toward the lifeguard.

“Naked wrestling, off with your clothes!” she grinned.

Sam sat up, alert. She darted her head around the pool. “Now? Out here?” she gasped.

“Sure, why not?” Elsa shrugged. “No one’s here except us…” she gave Sam a mischievous smile.

“Well, then you have to strip too!” Sam countered, feeling flushed discussing public nudity.

“I will…” the brunette responded, shrinking into her shoulders and glancing around. “But, you have to do it first, since you lost!”

Sam bit her lower lip and looked around again. The place was deserted but that didn’t mean someone couldn’t walk in on them. “Are the doors locked?” she asked.

Elsa giggled. “Alright, I’ll lock the doors, but you bettah be naked by the time I git back!” She stood up and jogged over to the exit.

There were double doors on either side of the pool as well as an emergency exit to the outside. Sam waited until Elsa had gone for the final door before she finally built up the nerve to strip off her speedo. The fabric stuck to her skin and had to be peeled off, flopping like a wet sack on the floor. She pulled her knees to her chest and waited for Elsa to return, adjusting her position, not sure how she should present herself. She didn’t want to look too sexy but didn’t want to come off as shy either. She eventually settled for a casual lean back on her elbows while her feet touched the water in the pool.

“Well, this is a sight!” Elsa marveled at the nude bather.

Sam looked up and smiled demurely. “Your turn!” she charged.

Elsa took a breath and looked around, then pulled down her red speedo. She pulled her arms free, dropping the suit around her waist and revealing two petite, perky breasts. Sam stared in awe. Elsa dragged the suit down her waist, giving her hips a wiggle, then slipped the swimwear down her legs. She stood up, revealing her squared athletic frame. Sam couldn’t help but notice the cleanly shaven pussy which sported a small tribal tattoo just above the mound.

“Is that a shark?” Sam asked.

Elsa ran her fingers over the artwork and grinned. “Yeh! It’s cuz I’m a shark in the water!”

The two laughed. “So…” Elsa said. “Are you ready to rumble?”