Conference Competition

Sarah tried to stay focused. It was a hard fight just to keep her eyes open. She was listening to an incredibly tendentious speech by an old, honorable, and very boring council member of the association. She rubbed her face with slender fingers and looked around herself. Her eyes traveled down the row of legs in made-to-measure gray suits, then her eyes stopped at a pair of naked, shapely, fair-skinned female knees. Sarah's eyes wandered down the slim calves of the outstretched legs and upwards to a tight but appropriate-length dark red skirt that had skidded up a little bit and showed one or two centimeters of shapely thighs. They were well formed and indicated a fit and sporty woman. Sarah stretched out her own legs and jerked her dark blue skirt up a little bit until a tiny bit of her own thighs were visible. Then she started comparing. She had always been very proud of her long and lean legs, and she was sure that her legs were as sexy as the other woman's, but were they sexier? She really could not tell. Sarah leaned forward to get a better look at the other woman. She saw a slim body covered by a well-fitting blouse, her breasts were small, just like Sarah's own, and seemed similarly well shaped. Sarah's eyes moved up and came to rest on the woman's face. Blonde, straight, shoulder-length hair framed delicate features. The woman watched the speaker with a bored expression. Sarah studied the woman's profile intensely; she tried to compare if the woman's nose was prettier and if the woman's lips were fuller than her own. While Sarah was wondering what color the blonde's eyes were, suddenly the blonde turned her head in Sarah's direction. Bright blue eyes met Sarah's green ones. Sarah was petrified, had the woman noticed that she had been staring? The blonde smiled at her and rolled her eyes with a nod towards the stage. Sarah smiled back, and they shared a small moment of fun. Then the blonde turned back towards the speaker. Sarah felt tremendous relief. She was mad at herself for staring at the woman. What if the blonde had thought Sarah would try to hit on her? She focused back on the speech, but after a short time her eyes strayed back towards the woman. Sarah could not believe her eyes. There was much more of the blonde's sexy legs visible than before. The skirt had curtly wandered higher up her thighs. Sarah blushed, obviously the woman had registered the stares and now toyed with her. She was quite sure that a tiny smile was playing around the woman's delicate lips. A bit of anger and pride rose in Sarah. Was that bitch thinking that her legs were superior to Sarah's? Carefully she pulled her own skirt up a little and tried to watch the blonde from the corner of her eyes. Yes, the woman definitely looked over here right now. A sudden impulse made Sarah pull the skirt upward a little bit more. Almost her whole thighs were naked now; she could feel a lot of men around her staring now, but Sarah was focused on the blonde. She turned her head slightly and caught the woman staring at Sarah's legs. The blonde's eyes wandered upward, and their gazes met, and Sarah found a spark of challenge in the other woman's eyes. Sarah was taken by surprise by this new turn of the situation, but her pride and her competitive nature quickly awoke and she held the gaze. A few moments the two beauties frankly stared at each other. Then the blonde flickered her gaze down to Sarah's legs for a second, linked their eyes again, and with a wry smile shook her hand in a weighing, derogatory gesture. Sarah's eyes narrowed down to angry slits. She stretched her legs out to show their full length and flexed every single one of her well-trained leg muscles. Triumphantly she sought the blonde's eyes again, and found a look of mild appreciation and a little smile on the other's face. Then the blonde stretched her own legs and set her own impressive muscles in motion. When their eyes met again, it was Sarah's turn to reluctantly acknowledge the other's features. With a last smile full of mutual respect both women broke the gaze and looked back at the stage. Sarah forced herself to keep her eyes on the speaker from that moment on. She was a bit worried that the blonde could think she was attracted to her or would hit on her, and Sarah was not into girls at all. She was into competitions, though, and the few moments of playful contention had given her a rush of adrenaline and endorphins that let her sit through the last half-hour of the dreary lecture with a smile on her face. When it finally was over and everyone rose to leave the auditorium, she couldn't help it and glanced over to the seat of the blonde, but the woman had already risen and was lost in the mass of people. Sarah was a bit disappointed; she had secretly hoped to have a look at the blonde's ass, not that she would admit that to herself. She started to maneuver her way through the participants. As one of the few attractive women at the conference, she managed to pass by many a gallant male and reached the doors quickly. Suddenly Sarah felt a hand on her ass. She froze in shock. Then the blonde's face appeared over her shoulder, irritatingly near to her own; Sarah could sense the heat from the other woman's body. The blonde placed her lips very near to Sarah's ear and whispered: "That lecture would have been unbearable without our little game. Thanks for spicing it up, sweetie. I'm Veronica, by the way." Sarah whispered her own name in reply. Veronica moved beside her. For a moment their faces were right in front of each other and their gazes locked. Then Veronica leaned forward to Sarah's ear and whispered: "Nice butt, not as tight as mine, though." Sarah quickly grabbed Veronica's butt cheeks with both hands and squeezed testingly. "Stop dreaming, sweetheart," Sarah whispered. Veronica grinned wickedly. "We'll see," she whispered, and walked away, swaying her hips provocatively. Sarah watched her go, a little smile playing around her lips. At the buffet Sarah was looking around nervously for the blonde. Part of her wished to find her, another part hoped that she would not see her. Finally her eyes met Veronica's. For a moment they just looked at each other uncertain what to do, but then they walked towards each other, exchanged a nervous smile, and searched for a quiet table in the corner. They sat next to each other. Sarah was too nervous to eat; she was too aware of Veronica's legs so near to her own. When she concentrated on it, she could feel the body warmth of the blonde. Her eyes were drawn again and again to the beautiful shapely thighs next to her. Both could not help but compare their own legs to the rival pair, and neither of them could really decide which pair was sexier. "See, my legs are longer and smoother," Veronica whispered. "No way, but mine are better shaped and stronger," Sarah retorted. They looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes. Somehow their thighs moved nearer to each other. Skin almost touched skin, and both women stared at the physical similarity of the legs and the smoothness and perfection of the other's skin. "I can't decide which looks better," Sarah whispered frustratedly. "Too much cloth," Veronica answered. "In bikinis you would see that I am prettier." A minute of shocked silence followed that statement. Sarah grinned widely. "Tough words, darling. Can you back them up?" "Well, honey, not here obviously," Veronica retorted. Sarah leaned over, her lips almost touching Veronica's ear when she whispered: "No, not here. In the sauna." Veronica looked flabbergasted. Then she smiled fiendishly. "Fifteen minutes." Sarah nodded, and both jumped from their seats and walked as fast as possible without actually running towards their rooms. Thirteen minutes later, Sarah stood in front of the elevator and nervously pushed the button rapidly. She was clad in the hotel's soft, white, terrycloth bathrobe, beach slides, and nothing else. The elevator doors opened, and inside stood Veronica, clad exactly like Sarah, hands at her hips, smiling challengingly. Sarah smiled in return and stepped inside. Silently they drove down to the spa area of the hotel. Since the conference was not over until the evening and almost no one else was at the hotel, the whole sauna area was deserted. Silently the two beauties faced each other. Green eyes locked into blue eyes unblinking. Heads held high, they stood toe to toe. Slowly their slender hands reached for the knots in their terrycloth belts and untied them. Very slowly they stripped out of their bathrobes. Finally they stood in all their naked glory in front of each other. With legs spread apart and hands on their hips, they let their eyes travel all over the rival's body. Sarah tried to keep an arrogant look on her face, but she could not help but be impressed by the body of her blonde rival. Veronica had a very fit body with gorgeous golden skin, well-defined but girlish and discrete muscles, and small but round and full breasts with tiny areolas around proud, strong nipples. After they had thoroughly inspected each other, neither of them could find a flaw that would make their own body truly superior. Slightly frustrated, they went into the sauna and sat down opposite each other. Both were silent, and both women's eyes kept lingering at the other's body. Sweat formed, enhancing the beauty of the skin with a layer of shining liquid. Sarah could not keep her gaze from the large drops of sweat rolling down over the blonde's tits and dripping down from the huge erect nipples. Now and then the lovely arms of her rival moved over the skin, brushing away the sweat. Sarah was fascinated by the girlish muscles moving under the skin of Veronica's upper arms. She knew that Veronica purposely flexed her biceps to show off; Sarah was doing the exact same thing. A thought formed in Sarah's mind, and without hesitating, she said: "I think I want to grapple with you!" Her eyes widened in shock at her own words, but Veronica smiled widely at her. "Me too," she answered. Then Veronica fell silent a few moments and then she said with determination, "I want to fight you." "I don't want to hurt you, Veronica. Just… just find out who is stronger." "Yeah, I feel the same way. No catfight or something, more like wrestling, a struggle." "Without punches or scratching or biting…" Sarah fell silent. She was about to say "no hair-pulling," but she didn't; secretly she really, really wanted to bury her hands in the blonde strands and pull. The look on Veronica's face told her that she had understood it and probably thought the same way. Both smiled at each other sheepishly. Each wondered if the other one had done something like this before. The truth was, neither had ever been in any fight. Sarah had never been that excited in her life. Many contrary emotions raged through her, confidence, fear, pride, anger, anticipation, uncertainty, and a growing bellicosity. They sat in silence for a while, avoiding looking at the other. Both dwelling on their own thoughts and fantasies. Suddenly Veronica smiled brightly. "Let's shower. I have an idea, sweetie." Veronica sprang from the bench, grabbed Sarah's hand, and dragged her out of the sauna and into the next shower. Back to back they stood beneath the showerhead. Both squeaked as the cold water hit their overheated skin. Sarah closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the icy stream gushing over her body. She could feel her nipples hardening and was quite sure that the same was happening to Veronica's. Both leaned backwards just a tiny bit. Very, very lightly the full round globes of their butts touched each other. Sarah's mind was focused on the two tiny specks of touching flesh. There was the incredible softness of Veronica's skin, but also the waiting power of well-trained muscles underneath, like two powerful predators ready to spring into action. Slowly they pushed their butts into each other. The full round globes flattened against their counterparts when flesh suppressed flesh. With the same slowness they retreated to the point of barely contact. Then Sarah could feel her rival flexing her muscles. The soft, fleshy behind suddenly became hard as steel; quickly they did the same. Four hard, powerful cheeks now grazed each other. Skin rubbed against skin, the flesh did not give way this time, no soft sinking into each other; instead, hardened muscles battled, pressing sensitive skin against its counterparts with vigor and stubborn power. Harder and harder they were grinding their asses. Backs came together for purchase, their arms underhooked. Small grunts escaped them as each tried to push the rival away, but their equal bodies held the stalemate right under the shower. The whole tug of war was made difficult by the slippery tiles in the wet shower cabin, and after some minutes of intense shoving and pushing they started to slip and lost the power to keep it up. Frustrated, they let go of each other and turned around. Breathing heavily, they faced each other. The big blue eyes of the blonde woman filled Sarah's vision. They burned deep into her; all other senses were suppressed. The eyes became bigger and bigger; clearly they were coming nearer, but Sarah could not have said if she herself was moving forward or if Veronica was coming nearer, probably both. Their faces were soon so near that Sarah could feel Veronica's breath on her lips. Both gripped the other's chin; their lips were just millimeters apart (and Sarah could not tell if their grips held their mouths apart or forced them together). And finally their thin but soft lips came together. It was not a kiss, not yet. It was just lips pressed into each other and half-open, hungry mouths exchanging breath, half-moaning. Suddenly voices appeared in the hallway of the until-now deserted sauna. Instantly they pushed away from each other; the moment was broken. With burning red faces they turned the shower off and covered their naked bodies with towels, avoiding the other's eyes. A loud laugh by Sarah broke the silence. Relieved, Veronica joined in the laughter. "So far our bodies were equal," Sarah said much more cheerfully than she felt, "but I can beat you in anything," she added boldly. While they were toweling off, Sarah got very thoughtful. Should she really enter a fight, even a friendly one? What if things got out of hand? Would she get hurt? Would she hurt Veronica? What if they got caught? She was drying her brown locks with a towel and watched Veronica out of the corner of her eyes doing the same. Veronica had an uncertain look on her face, too. Maybe the same doubts were in the blonde's mind? Their eyes caught each other while they were wrapping the towels around their still-moist hair. An unspoken question stood between them, should they wrestle? Would one of them shy away? Simultaneously they tied the rope belts of their bathrobes and watched each other, uncertain what to do. Sarah had the strong urge to just turn and walk away. She was quite sure that there would be no more contact between them if they did not arrange the fight right now. But would she regret it later if her fear won and she denied herself that mad adventure? Sarah was about to turn when Veronica grabbed her hand. A wolfish smile appeared on Veronica's delicate features. She whispered, "Let's go. We do it." "What, right now?" Sarah protested. "Yes, now." "In this?" Sarah gestured towards her bathrobe. "Yes, come on. I know where we can fight." She beamed. "I saw it in the morning when they cleaned that room." Their eyes met. For a moment all the uncertainty and fears were in their gazes. Sarah could feel all the confusing questions of her own mind mirrored in Veronica's eyes. Sarah took a deep breath and smiled. She could feel Veronica relaxing at that. Slowly the smile turned into a wicked grin. "Then let's do it, bitch." Veronica grinned back, took Sarah's hand, turned around, and started running down the hallway, Sarah in tow. Many heads turned as the two beautiful thirty-something women, clad in white bathing robes, white towels wrapped around their heads, were running hand in hand through the hotel lobby, giggling like teenage girls. They had made a decision. They would wrestle with each other. They would find out which body would be superior, which will would be stronger, which woman would prove the better. "Here it is," Veronica declared, and opened a door, hushed Sarah inside, and closed the door behind them with a loud snap. A key was in the door. Sarah turned it, then both leaned against the door and caught their breath. It was a dance training room. One wall and the ceiling were completely covered by mirrors. Long ballet barres were installed before the mirror wall and in the middle of the room. Slowly they went in. Sarah almost couldn't breathe from nerves. They faced each other, and for a time that felt like eternity nothing happened. Sarah was fighting with her doubts and fears, and she could see the same emotions clearly mirrored in Veronica's pretty face. This was the last chance to walk away from a physical fight. Sarah took all her courage to ask: "Ready?", half hoping that Veronica would back off, and at the same time anxious to fight. Slowly and deliberately Veronica nodded. Her expression hardened; the doubt was replaced by determination. Both women took the towels from their heads and threw them into a corner. Their hair was still damp, wild, and unkempt. They tightened the knots in the bathrobe belts and started circling each other. Their bodies were slightly bent forward, every muscle was strained and ready to spring to action, their hands open in front of them. The circling became faster. Each launched fake attacks to test the opponent. Both jumped. Bodies clashed together, hands grabbed, legs kicked at each other. Neither got a hold. They separated again and smiled at each other. Now it was on. Sarah launched an attack at Veronica's waist. The blonde turned to the side and tried to grab Sarah from behind, but Sarah had already turned and they collided full front. Each secured a headlock and a fierce struggle began. Staggering to and fro, they tried to bring the rival down to the floor. Their legs entwined in the attempt to break the other one's footing. After some vigorous grappling, the fronts of their bathrobes slowly opened and a strip of skin came clear, including their deep round belly buttons and the inner sides of their boobs. Their intertwined limbs finally made them lose their footing, and the fighters landed on the mat. A quick but fierce struggle for the top position ensued. Sarah managed to be on top of her opponent. Sarah's left leg was trapped between Veronica's legs, while at the same time Veronica's right leg was between Sarah's. Both tried to crush the invading thigh in a hard leg-lock. Their pussies would have been riding on the opponent's trapped leg if the robe belts had not been trapped in between. Sarah could almost feel the wetness of Veronica's vagina behind the barrier of terrycloth, and she was quite sure that Veronica would get the same feeling from her. For quite some time they held each other in a stalemate, legs trapped, arms around each other's heads, and hands interlocked with each other. Sarah tried to ignore the softness of Veronica's skin against her own, a task made extremely difficult by the confusingly inviting feeling of side-boob against side-boob. Sarah could feel every single breath of her opponent, and she could sense the warm soft lips of the blonde so near to her own. The corners of their mouths were just a millimeter away from each other, and Sarah fought against the desire to bridge this distance as much as she fought Veronica. Suddenly it had happened, lip met lip. She could even taste a tiny bit of saliva mixing with her own. What she could not say was whether she had bridged the gap, or if Veronica had done it. But that did not matter. She would never admit to herself that their lips were in touch by anything but accident, and that the position was just a temporary incident in a wild fight. But neither of them was moving any part of their connected bodies away for a very long time. After a long time they separated again and stood up shakily. Grinning at each other through the mess of wet hair, they attacked. Catching each other in a tight headlock, the two beauties tried to wrestle the other one down to the ground. Grunts and yelps escaped them while their long naked legs intertwined in their fight to erase the other's footing. With one leg already knotted together, both tried to attack the standing leg of the opponent at the same time. Both lost their balance at the same time and crashed hard onto the mat, Veronica right on top of Sarah. Their sudden impact knocked the air out of their lungs, and for a moment both were dizzy and lay there just regaining their breath. Sarah became very aware of the pair of breasts pressed right into her own with every breath, of the soft cheek touching hers, of the rapid breathing through slightly open lips right beside her ear, and the flowery smell of blonde hair covering her face, the warmth of the body on top of her. Somehow this fight was changing again, and Sarah did not like the direction her own thoughts were suddenly taking. The strong urge to escape the grapple rose in Sarah. She started kicking, which just brought her long legs into heavier contact with Veronica's as the blonde tried to pin her down. Soft smooth flesh was sliding over each other, and a moan escaped both fighters. At that moment Veronica secured the position of their interlocked hands over Sarah's head, and then Veronica's face was in front of Sarah's. Very near in front of Sarah's. The tips of their noses touched each other. Their legs were intertwined to a deadlock again. All movement ceased. Both just stared into the other's eyes with looks of panic, uncertainty, and lust. Nose to nose, the breath of the other woman on their lips, each battled with confusing feelings and desires, while the battle against each other had halted at a standstill. Sarah could not take it any longer. With all her remaining strength she bucked up and pushed Veronica's body to the side. Her fingers escaped Veronica's and clawed into blonde hair. A sharp pain told her that Veronica's fingers had found brown hair. Both were on their sides now, and Veronica tried to push back, but their equal strength and intertwined bodies had settled them in a stable position pressed together side by side. Still their gazes were locked together, and their noses still touched, but somehow their chins had found their counterparts, as well. Both were breathing very fast from exhaustion and growing panic. Each exhale of the other woman caressed sensual lips. With each second that they stared into the huge, panic-streaked, beautiful eyes of her rival, primal lust clawed at their minds with almost overpowering ferocity. Their wet lips trembled; just the safe distance their chins and noses secured kept them from touching, and reaching a place both did not want to go to. Every millimeter of Sarah's skin was burning with desire to feel its counterpart. Her nipples were painfully hard under the soft terrycloth, her crotch dripping wet, and it took all her willpower not to think about the fact that just the belts of their bathrobes, which had dangled between both women's legs, separated her crotch from Veronica's. Sarah did not even notice that her tongue had started to move. It was slithering through her lips like a snake on the hunt, extending toward the source of warm air that promised relief from the unbearable desire. And the tip of her tongue met Veronica's. Their two warm, wet tongue-tips had collided right in the middle between their open mouths. Both squeaked in surprise, but neither moved her tongue away. For a short while their tongue-tips just rested against each other while both women's minds tried to process what was happening. Then very slowly they started pushing their tongues forward. Tongue-flesh mashed into each other as each tried to push the other one back, then they entwined into a wild, frenzied, hungry kissing duel. After long minutes they stopped kissing. Licking the other's saliva from their lips, they stared at each other. Slowly, with trembling fingers, both women opened the knots on the other's bathrobe girdle. The cloth fell down. The room was filled with heavy silence; the only sound was the heavy breathing of the combatants, who stood unmoving, unsure what to do next. Each gripped the middle pole with sweating fingers and avoided the other's eyes. Sarah couldn't help it, her gaze was drawn to Veronica's swollen crotch. She wanted to feel that last part of her opponent, but was too afraid to make the step, the last step that would break the barrier of just wrestling, of friendly competition, of fighting, and turn their encounter into something that could only be described as sex. "Ready when you are," Veronica whispered. Their eyes met, and suddenly Sarah was ready. She held the gaze of the blonde, nodded, and swung herself under the pole. Feet on the ground, gripping the pole with both hands, her body was vertical, knees, legs, torso, and head in one line parallel to the pole. Veronica mirrored the position, knee to knee with the brunette. Their eyes met over their slim bodies; each admired the other's girlish muscles bulging on the upper arms. Sarah slowly opened her legs, guiding Veronica's in the process. Slowly they spread their knees wide and moved closer together at the same time. Soon their calves were almost open in a split, inner thighs and labia lips just inches away from each other. A last look in Veronica's determined and hungry eyes gave Sarah the courage to break the last gap. The entire length of their inner thighs touched. A two-voiced scream broke the silence as swollen, wet pussy lips came together. The labia embraced each other and the pussies merged together. Clit found clit as both girls pressed harder into each other. The feelings were overwhelming and delirious. With every bit of strength available they pushed into each other, trying to get deeper or push the other one back. Both could feel that this could not go on for long, someone must yield soon. The pressure on their already sore muscles and the sexual energy was too overwhelming. The mutual pressure reached its highpoint. Neither Sarah nor Veronica's body could bring any more strength. With shaking and twitching bodies they pressed, their faces twisted with endeavor. Their teeth clenched, they defended the stalemate their muscles had reached while their swollen clits fought each other head to head in a throbbing, pulsing collision of sexual power. Their wet fingers started to slip from the wooden pole. Both were forced to divide their attention to keep from falling down; the pressure they mustered against each other was diminished. Both women gasped as their pussies separated with a soft smacking sound. They arranged one leg over the other woman's body, building a more stable position like two interlocked scissors. When both had found a new grip, their eyes met again. They smiled at each other hungrily and challengingly. "Had enough?" Sarah asked mockingly. "Sorry, darling," Veronica answered happily, "not until you give up." "Then come on, make me," Sarah teased. Veronica retreated herself a little bit. Then she rammed her labia forward into Sarah's with a wet thud. Sarah gasped, and when Veronica retreated again, she did the same, and this time both smacked forward into each other, which increased the pressure of the impact. Soon they had found a rhythm together. Again and again they slammed into each other in an intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain. Their strained, lean bodies were covered in a layer of sweat. Drops of sweat were running over their strained muscles and were dripping down from their butts, backs, and even from their hair. Slam, slam, slam, the squishing sound was soon drowned by the gasps of both opponents as explosion after explosion rocked into their entire bodies. Both girls were on the verge of orgasm and beyond the point of physical exhaustion; their bodies were operating on sheer willpower by now. The rhythm slowed down, it had to. Every muscle in both bodies was on the verge of deserting. Slowly the distance they separated became shorter and shorter. Then every movement stopped. Their arms were trembling from exhaustion; neither of them could even muster the strength to raise her head again. Their labia lips were kissing each other. With inhuman willpower both pressed forward one last desperate time. Each woman's rock-hard, throbbing clit found the other's vulva and entered. A high-pitched mutual scream marked this new-found height of pleasure. The sexual energy refueled their strength, and their hips started moving as the two beauties fucked each other with their clits. Both were puffing like in childbirth. They pressed, and pressed, as deep as possible they entered into each other's body. They fucked as deep as the female physique allowed. A last even deeper push, the pleasure unbearable, then slowly, slowly they moved back. Clits retreated, rubbed against each other, length to length, until the tips came together in one last touch. Their fingers slipped, their wet bodies clashed down, shaking and spasming with the ultimate orgasm. Long they were lying there softly caressing each other's body, exhausted and satisfied like never before in their lives. Then they stood up and smiled at each other. After putting their bathrobes back on, they kissed. "Your room or mine?" Sarah asked, and hand in hand they left.