Sarah waiting inside

Sarah was sitting in the middle of the room stretching. She had changed into a white linen martial arts outfit. The sleeveless garb hung loose to allow for the maximum range of movement. She looked up.

“Good you’re here, hurry up and get dressed.” She said.

You walked over to one of the wood dressers that you knew had your size in it. You always liked the Sparring room. It was large considering and was decorated feudal Japanese style. The firm but forgiving fabric floor provided the perfect surface to fight on. Dark wood stairs on two sides led up to a balcony from which people could watch a match. Right now the room was empty.

You pulled your shirt off and cast it aside. You peeked over your shoulder and out of the corner of your eye saw Sarah look away. You smiled and grabbed an outfit out of its drawer. Quickly putting on your robe you turned around and saw Sarah leaning against the opposite wall watching you. You walked out towards the middle of the floor. You start stretching.

“Regulation match?” you asked.

“Sure, more or less” she responded.

You look up and cocked an eyebrow “What does that mean?”

“It just means if I do something you don’t like, make sure you let me know.” She said. There was something playful in her voice.

When you had finished stretching you asked “Shall we begin?”

“Yes, lets” she replied.

You took your positions near the center of the room about 10 feet apart. You bowed and dropped into your fighting stance. Sarah did the same. You had fought Sarah before and you knew most of her tendencies. Her style revolved around remaining mobile. She was constantly bobbing up and down on her feet not remaining in the same place long. She flowed around the room only taking chances to strike when she was sure she had the advantage.

Your own style was quiet different. You would try to lure your opponent in by purposely taking an incorrect step or slide. You would anticipate when your enemy would attack and be ready when they did so. Sarah knew this so you would have to make some adjustments.

You started slowly moving forward forcing her to either attack or move back toward a the wall. She chose to back up. When she was a few feet from the wall she quickly darted to the left. You moved with her, again forcing her to retreat or attack. Again, she chose retreat. Now, however, she had backed up into a corner. Sensing her bad position she attacked, just like you hoped she would. You blocked her first two blows but the third, a kick to the chest hit you. You turned right before impact mineralizing the strength of the attack but you were **** to take a step back. She paused and attacked again. You dodged her roundhouse kick and tried a low sweeping kick to take out her legs from under her. She jumped over your kick and tried to lad a hard punch aimed at your head. You parried the blow and it left her unbalanced. You tried a snap kick and were rewarded when it hit squarely on her side just above her hip. She staggered back a few steps and bull rushed her knocking her to the mat.

Your first attempt to pin her led to a nasty shot on your jaw but the second was more successful. You pinned her arms above her head. She was a skilled fighter but wasn’t as strong as you. All she could do was squirm under you.

“Give up?” you asked breathing hard.

She was also breathing hard her breasts rising and falling with the effort. She didn’t say anything and just looked up at you with this really intense look in her hazel eyes. You were taken out of your fighter’s state of mind and took a second to look down at each other’s bodies. Her legs were wrapped around your stomach; a layer of sweat already covered your bodies causing them to glisten. You looked at her face again and saw she was still looking you deep in your eyes almost searching for something. You relaxed your grip on her wrists and moved your face closer to hers. You stopped a couple of inches from her lips. You could feel her hot breath against your cheeks. You lowered further and brushed your lips against hers.