Divorce. Only a year after promising to spend their lives together. What a joke the whole concept was, thought Zoey Daraga as she leaned her head on the backseat car window. The tall green mountains flew by as they drove through little village after little village on the road to the lake. It had been two months since the final settlement, and this was her first holiday since the separation. It was much needed; it had been a clean but painful split from her now ex-husband. He should have signed a prenup, she thought looking at the brighter side of a bleak situation. She was far wealthier now than two years ago when they met, and at least it gave her options, including splurging on a pricy European holiday for her mental health. She promised herself that after this week at the beautiful Lake Balor, she was going to figure out what to do next with her life outside of working at her little coffee shop.
The journey was long, a 10-hour flight to start, but she had spent the last few days in London, exploring and spending wildly, mostly preparing for the second half of her trip. The jet lag was long gone, and she was ready for a soul searching and relaxing time at the lake of her choice. As the drive continued, her mind drifted back to the same question over and over, 'What went wrong?' That was the query so many people had asked her about her short-lived marriage. It was a long list, but a few things stood out and gnawed at her brain. 'This and that' is what she answered, their differing goals, lifestyles, and overall compatibility. But she always held her tongue if they pushed for more because the deeper truths she never brought up. Her husband often called her meek, a doormat, someone who let people take advantage of her, including him. She now knew that was one of the reasons he liked her so much in the beginning. It was true, she often bent over backwards to make people happy even at the expense of her own contentment and had her entire life.
But there was a deeper issue, one her husband never admitted out loud, and she never made him say it in court. She assumed that was the reason he never fought against the amount of money she received from their split. The truth was that the meek, quiet Zoey was very unsatisfied. Not in life, well sometimes, but mostly in bed and her ex-husband couldn't keep up. He had loved it in the beginning, a true freak in the sheets but as they spent more time, as they adjusted to married life, he seemed to understand that he never was able to satisfy her, and he despised her for it. She didn't blame him, hell, she blamed herself more so, but that was little comfort from the many nights he failed to even get her off, let alone last a full night with her. He would be angry, mad, screaming that this never happened before and that anger, that is what they both knew led to the separation.
People had always considered Zoey very pretty, a bright smile, long straight dark brown hair, a cute nose, and pink lips. She had slightly longer ears and her eyebrows were black, far darker than her hair and it made people question if she dyed them or her head, neither was true. She had dimples when she smiled, and a sweet laugh and people adored her as she gave them their morning brew. But as your eyes shifted lower you might see why some found her intimidating. Other wives got frustrated when she would show up to the community pool, even when she wore unflattering one-piece bikinis, or baggy jeans, anything to prevent the other husbands and teenage boys from literally panting at her as she walked by. Because pretty was for the face, and hot was for everything else. Years of gym going, and winning the genetic lottery made her a prize that even she couldn't deny. Her toned, long legs, an ass that stretched yoga pants to the limit, and breasts that filled out every bra while remaining taut and bouncy made her the dream of the neighborhood. Many people treated her differently once they knew and some struggled to balance the sweet girl with the woman who had a knockout body.
But that sexy figure was just a hint to the other side of Zoey. A side that Zoey couldn't control, a side that materialized when she was 18 and she was never able to force back into the cage. When she was in bed, Zoey changed, and she wasn't always sure it was for the better. In college, there had been endless bodies to throw at her, men, women, she didn't care, anything to try and anything to push her sexual limits. Her husband called it a state of lust madness, and Zoey would enter it as soon as she started to get turned on. He said that her beautiful blue eyes glazed over, her face became hungry, and she lost all sense of herself. She no longer cared about the other person except to dominate them, ride her partner till they broke, making him or her cum till they couldn't anymore, and she too would get angry when they couldn't continue. Her voice turned primal, demanding, irritated completely opposite from her slightly meek personality in her public life. She was an animal that could cum over and over, she could go for hours, hell, maybe days, she wasn't sure because had never been fully satisfied when she got like this. She was now 26 and she doubted a single man, or woman could keep up with her as depressing as it sounded.
She used the word, challenge, that's what she wanted. Someone to push her limits, make her want to quit in sex and body before the other person quit. Her husband would cry out surrender half an hour in, the longest was two and that was when they were dating. She knew that her husband had ended it because he couldn't handle her, and it broke him. Sure, she had toys, she loved her toys, but they never got her off all the way, never peaked her high enough, nothing did unless another person was using the toy and even then, it didn't always hit the itch of another person's body touching her, forcing her off. She had never been forced out of her sex craze, always having to lay awake all night until sleep took her while she groaned and hissed angrily. Normally when she woke up it had passed but over the last year it hadn't, and it affected their mornings with her snide comments.
Zoey let out a deep sigh pulling herself back to the present and did a small shake of her head. She personally refused to blame her failed marriage on THAT alone, but the more she thought about it, the more it was hard to ignore. This was also part of this weekend, controlling her sex drive, removing the temptation she felt for good, and let herself just be in the moment. Her primal self was going back in the cage. She wasn't going to find someone who could keep up with her or challenge her, so that meant suppressing it was the only way if she wanted to have a relationship or be happy by herself.
After another hour, she finally arrived at the European lake resort, a beautiful small freshwater site in the high mountains of a quaint little town. It was in the middle of summer, and hot, so there was a buzz of young families, gap year students, and couples from other countries flocking here. Only being 26, Zoey felt older than the college kids and younger than the families, a weird middle ground. It was also too expensive for couples her age to come here, so that would help with her personal training at least without young things to tempt her.
The lake was a cool temperature, perfect to take a dip and engulf yourself in the blue water for a swim. That was something she could not wait to do. She paid her driver and passed her bags to the young attendant at the entrance who smiled and led her inside to the main desk of the 5-star hotel. An older gentleman in a crisp black suit was standing behind it on the phone speaking with a kind voice. "Yes, the far chair is booked on the deck. No, thank you, Miss Almade." He clicked the phone down and beamed at Zoey who approached. "Hello, and welcome. May I please have your name?"
"Zoey Daraga." She replied. His eyes looked down and he typed a few clicks on his computer before looking up again. "Welcome, Miss Daraga, we have been very much looking forward to seeing you and hosting you at our humble hotel." He spoke with a slight accent and Zoey's blue eyes scanned him in a blink of a second, he was older, grey beard but well-tanned and a full head of silver hair. Handsome, and looked to be in great shape for his age, maybe early 50s. Zoey felt the thrill of the hunt, but she suppressed it right then and there. She was NOT going to have sex this trip, at least not with anyone but herself if needed. If she couldn't control it, the same issue would appear in every relationship going forward she repeated in her head. "Thank you." She responded after that internal monologue and passed on her credit card along with the other documents he asked for her check in. She nodded at everything he said as he explained her room and the area. Meanwhile, she looked around her residence for the next week. It was old timey but elegant hotel, 5 stars mostly for the location and history.
"Please allow me to explain some of the wonderful amenities we provide." He continued and this brought her attention back to him. This is what she wanted, to understand how she could distract herself over the next week that did not include sex, or anything couple related.
"Sure! Please tell me everything! I'm solo this trip so want to fill my time with everything I can." She replied happily, her eyes already scanning the brochure he had handed her in the beginning of the conversation.
"So, of course we have our world-renowned spa area that is open till 10 PM each day. It is considered the best in town, and that includes our side private deck for our guests to sunbath and swim with a robed off area in the lake. We have 2 sauna rooms, one wet, one dry, along with our two pools, natural and salt. A warning, the natural is not heated as it is pulled from the natural waters of the earth and will be far colder than the lake. It is supposed to help the blood flow with the mix of the sauna. A massage is also recommended in the spa."
"Wow, that all sounds amazing." Zoey replied with a genuine smile. He then mentioned their gym, bar, and more. Until he finally stopped and asked her a direct question. "And do you have dinner planned this evening, Miss Daraga?"
"Oh, no I don't, what do you recommend around town?" Her idea of ordering into her room seemed to be a waste in a hotel and cute town like this even on her first night.
"Well, can I book you a table for one at our restaurant? It's amazing food and offers one of the best views of the lake, we have an amazing single table in the far corner that shows a view unlike you have ever seen at sunset."
She knew he didn't mean to bring up her being alone, but she felt a twinge of annoyance. But that was fine, that was another thing she would have to get used to know that she was now single. "Wow, I mean if it's that nice, how can I say no? I'll take that table you mentioned too please."
"Of course, you won't be disappointed." He scanned down again, and she saw his eyebrows furrow for microsecond, but then relax. "Hmm, seems someone hadn't saved…" He muttered more to himself, "But I'm sure it's fine. The table is free, and you are booked in, I recommend the seasoned duck when you get there." He finished. "Anything else I can help you with?"
"Thank you, and no I should be good. I'm sure the duck is delicious but I'm a vegetarian." She replied sweetly, and then took the key. He nodded and offered to show her to the room, but she declined and took the stairs the three flights to the third floor. Her bags were already inside when she unlocked her room and entered. It was nice, a bit old timey, and not a suite but she didn't want that much space. It was just one big room, an onsite bathroom with a large bath that was also a shower. The view she had was towards the road not the lake, but overall, she was content.
It was her first day, and though she was a bit tired from the travel; she wanted to make the most of her time here. It was only 2pm, the sun was strong and a quick look out the window towards the lake deck made her yearn to start relaxing and small swim. She pulled open her bag and fished out one of her outfits and bikinis she brought for this trip. It was a standard lime green two piece, noting it nearly covered her whole ass and both breasts, not showing off her very well-endowed bosom or behind in much capacity. Maybe it was for the best that it was not very revealing. Sure, she had others that would leave fewer tan lines, but she wasn't going to be out for long and she wasn't looking for attention.
The trip down to the deck was quick using the stairs and she checked in with the lifeguard who gave her a towel and one of the few chairs left, right in the center of the dock. She had put on sunscreen in the hotel room and after getting situated and a small drink ordered, she laid down on the soft mat and took a deep breath as she stretched her incredible body under the sun. This was it; she would do her best to simply let the world go by and enjoy her time. Her eyes were just about to flutter closed when a movement from the far side of the deck caught her attention.
A young woman had stood up from across the pool deck out of an isolated lounge chair far in the corner of the dock, right on the water. Zoey turned her head to watch, as did all the other guests who had been lounging in the sun or playing in the water. From this distance Zoey could tell the woman looked roughly her age give or take a year. Also even from this distance, Zoey could tell this woman's body was very in shape. She was wearing a far smaller bikini than Zoey was, more daring, a sizeable dark blue triangle thong that turned into a string and showed off plenty of her full booty. The woman seemed to be alone and must have specially chosen or moved her chair away from all the other guests for some reason or another. Not paying any attention to the ogles of the other lodgers, the woman took two graceful steps up to the edge of the dock and did a perfect dive into the blue lake, leaving only a small splash in her wake.
Zoey noticed that all the eyes of the men and women were still following the diving woman as she remained submerged for a few seconds before appearing about 8 feet away from where she had disappeared into. Even she continued to watch the woman's head bop a few seconds in the lake before she did a few smooth front strokes, her bubble butt slightly out of the water as she swam to the edge of the buoyed off area and then back to the ladder of the deck in speedy fashion. The woman then climbed up out of the lake like she was in a movie, standing and doing a stretch with her fingers interlaced above her head. Long strands of water rolled down her womanly curves that she maintained besides the lightly defined muscle in her abs and arms. Her breasts were full and filled out the bikini cups easily, even almost spilling over slightly on the sides, dripping off the incredible toned body that seemed a bit more flexed after her little swim. Standing on the edge of the deck, now soaking wet and looking even more incredible than before her dive, she reached up and squeezed her slightly long black wet hair to the side like a thick sponge. Then she walked to one of the two small showers on the edge of the dock and flipped it on, rinsing her hair and body for a few seconds to the enjoyment of all watching before she returned slowly to her solo chair and started to allow the sun to dry her off naturally, ending the almost erotic show.
Zoey was very impressed in more ways than one and felt an urge of heat spike in her loins as she thought about the woman's tight tan body just across the deck. They must have been very similar sizes everywhere, even their chests and asses, the two most important places for Zoey and her personal pride points. Similarity was something she had always preferred when she went through her woman phase back in college, but it was rare to find a good match. Zoey was annoyingly in a league of her own, though she never admitted that, even to herself. A tiny voice in Zoey's head whispered the question, who was bigger where it counted? Which of them was stronger? Is that the challenge you want? But it had been a long time since she had done anything like that, and this was not the holiday to try and have sex with some random woman. In fact, this was just another piece of her newfound self-control, pushing down that side of her.
Regardless, she couldn't help scanning her eyes over at the other woman who was laying on the far chair with dark sunglasses over her eyes. Some last ripples of water dripped down the toned muscle of her legs as her tits hung slightly to the side thanks to their impressive size. But Zoey shook her head of the thoughts for a second time. She took a deep breath, suppressed the sexual thoughts telling herself that was not why she was here, not this early into her trip anyway. She was not going to flirt with the first person who just happened to have a nice body at this hotel. This was a couple hotel anyway, she had a feeling she was the only solo traveler here, so the woman was likely with someone. Closing her eyes tightly and with a few more deep breaths, Zoey returned to her relaxed state, letting the sun and lake remove the stress in her shoulders. When she opened her eyes a fair bit later, the sun had moved a decent amount, now starting to disappear behind the mountains. The chairs were all empty except hers and a family with young kids. She glanced to the far corner, but the woman was also gone. Happy with her progress and control she had shown, she packed up and headed to her room, hungry and ready for dinner.
That night, Zoey made her way to the restaurant of the hotel for her reservation. It was very busy, and no seats were empty in the crowded room. She had worn a yellow sundress that was light and breezy, with two straps around her shoulders and flowed down to her knees. It felt a little bit casual for the restaurant but with her white sandal heels, and silver earrings, she was able to pull it off. Plus, there was no wind in the building, so nothing would flow the dress into her taut body and give a very alluring sight to the other patrons. She did have to hope the sun wouldn't hit her perfectly in the direct light or the thinness of the material would give a sexy little sight. She was wearing a piece far more skimpy undergarments than the bikini from the morning.
"Table for 1, under Zoey Daraga." She mentioned to the host at the entrance taking in the smells of perfectly cooked food. The young man nodded and looked down at the sheet, but his face quickly became twisted as he viewed his notes, "Umm, one second." He suddenly stuttered and Zoey tilted her head in confusion as he picked up the small phone and made a call but seemed to get no answer after a few rings. He placed it down a second later with his fingers fidgeting and then looked at Zoey with a slightly clueless expression.
"Is there an issue?" She asked, doing everything she could to not sound aggressive or annoyed. She did not want to be the next viral Karen because they didn't have a table under her name.
"Umm, yes, I mean no, I'm sorry, please let me show you to your table." He spoke, stuttering slightly while picking up a menu.
"Okay, sure, thank you." She responded perplexed by his tone, but sweet in her reply. She followed him to arguably the best table in the restaurant, and she had to admit that the man from the front desk had even undersold it. It was a single table right at the corner of the full windows facing the water. It was the best view of the lake so far and she could even see the castle on the hill above it. Even now the sun gave off a red glow from the coming night that gleamed off the surface of the blue. It was breathtaking and Zoey was stunned for the second time the day but this one she let herself feel. The worry, the fear of divorce, seemed to wash off her body as she stood in that spot for an extra second till it would have been weird. She sat, grinning wildly at her own fortune, and ordered a glass of the most expensive white wine they offered. Then ordered a cheeky starter as well. This was what she wanted, no needed. Good food, good drink, and a view to die for. If this was her solo life, she could be happy even single if that was her destiny. She was also amazed this table had not been swooped up yet, but because it was a single table for one person, maybe it was more common to be empty than not.
A few minutes passed when her wine arrived, and at the same time Zoey noticed a little commotion from the front of the restaurant that pulled her attention away from the spectacle of the lake. From a distance, she could see the man from the front desk that morning and a woman of similar age approaching her, and it seemed they were arguing in hushed tones as they passed the dining guests. They were coming right towards her, and a moment later they reached Zoey's table where the woman spoke first, "I'm so sorry Miss Daraga, there has been a mistake, and this table was reserved prior to your arrival." There was pain in her voice and even a bit of fear, it was clear they did not make or take mistakes lightly.
"Oh! Umm, I'm sorry, but I already ordered, do you want me to move?" Zoey exclaimed with shock, but she didn't attempt to stand from her seat or even make a motion to do so regardless of her words. The woman nodded slowly and muttered a weak, "Of course." Not getting the response she had hoped for, while the man glared at his coworker before speaking in an overly polite tone, "Miss Daraga, my colleague here made a mistake and did not save the initial request from the other guest, and now that we know you have already ordered we absolutely will not ask you to move, unless you are willing to do so." It sounded like he too was half hoping, half begging that she would take him up on the offer to leave this table. Zoey blinked a few times at them. She couldn't believe this was happening. She had finally gotten to her mental happy place, a sense of a positive future and now she was going to be moved and taken from her. No, that was not happening, she was going to do another part of her own personal training starting right now. She was going to stand up for herself, put herself first and not be afraid to disappoint another person, especially a person she didn't know. But who was that other person? Zoey looked past the workers to the front of the restaurant unable to stop herself from wondering. There at the entrance to the eatery waiting at the reception was the solo woman from the lake. The diver that had been wearing her skimpy dark blue bikini, whose body was so perfect. Now she was wearing a long smooth black dress, cut down the center to her navel. Her full chest looked incredible, and a slit up the side of the garment went to her tanned hip. It was as elegant as it was erotic, and clearly beyond prestige of the room. Far more in tone than Zoey's sun dress that suddenly felt very unclassed.
It felt like once again all the eyes around gravitated to the standing woman and the scene unfolding, but unlike at the lake, this time the mysterious woman had a point of focus of her own. Her bright green eyes seemed to lock on Zoey and the table she was sat at. Her expression had an aura of aggravation and it seemed fixed towards Zoey. Zoey felt the glower set at her and sat up a bit straighter as if the woman was saying to her 'get out of my seat' from an expression alone and Zoey had no interest in doing so. It was easy to put two and two together. Someone at the hotel had messed up and booked them both at this tiny table for one, the only table for one, the only one right on the lake and prime location of the room. With the large volume of people eating, there was literally no other space for someone to get in especially not if they wanted the lake right next to them, which is what everyone wanted. They could share if they squeezed but judging from the look the woman was giving her, Zoey had a good feeling that was not an acceptable solution and now, she didn't feel like sharing either. From the opposite sides of the room, Zoey and the mystery woman observed each other, determined to find out who would back off. But as fate would intervene, the starter Zoey had order arrived mid-stare, the waiter placing it at the table while giving the two front desk works curious stares as he hustled away to the next table.
Zoey broke her little stare off with the woman and turned back to the man and woman, tilting her head innocently. "Well, with my starter here, I'm sorry I'm going to stay and finish eating, but I'll try to finish somewhat quickly." She said with a bit more authority. For one second, it felt like her hidden self, the secret side of her, that dominating woman said the words and though she felt a little bad for the workers, the stare from the woman took that away. The two front desk workers didn't really react beyond twin nods, and then shuffled slowly back to the waiting woman at the entrance.
They spoke quietly but must have explained the situation because the next stare the woman targeted at Zoey was no longer filled with aggravation but loathing and even livid. Now the workers seemed to be apologizing to the point of begging, but the woman didn't seem to be listening to them or care at what they had to say. She shot a final glare at Zoey who felt the intensity, and gave back a little shrug, one that she knew would infuriate the woman even further. Then, she turned her back at the woman, flicking her brown hair as she looked back towards the lake, because in the end she had the table, and the woman didn't. The whole situation had been a mistake that neither could control but that was life, and if that woman couldn't adapt to a hiccup, then that's her issue. In fact, Zoey's dislike of the woman was growing by the second, and she was already imagining this woman as a spoiled, entitled brat who always got her way and was calling daddy to complain right now. Zoey glanced over again a minute later, but the woman had seemingly left the restaurant. The brunette let out held breath she had been holding and then slipped a bit of her dry white wine. She couldn't help the small grin that began to curl on her pink lips. If this was the feeling, she got from standing up for herself, boy did it feel good.
The next day Zoey woke up with an extra skip in her step. She wanted to get to the lake very early and get a great spot right on the lake for her first full day of holiday. After a small croissant for breakfast, she lathered up her fit body with sunscreen and picking out the same lime green bikini form yesterday, nearly pranced through the hotel to the private dock. It was empty when she arrived and had her choice of all the seats except for a few that had small reserve signs next to them. She picked the furthest one that was open and got a towel from the lifeguard to claim it. There she setup, ordered an early morning cheeky cocktail and began to relax as the sun came in full force. "This is the life." She whispered to herself as she let her blue eyes flutter shut behind her shades.
She wasn't sure how long she had been laying there, maybe half an hour? When suddenly the sun disappeared, as if a cloud had covered the rays, and Zoey found herself in the dark. Her eyes blinked twice behind her sunglasses, and she glanced up to find a figure blocking the light. A figure she recognized immediately as the woman from the restaurant. The woman's fit body had fully obstructed the rising sun and Zoey had to squint up at this new arrival unsure of what to say or do in this situation.
"Hello, is anyone sitting here?" The woman asked Zoey while pointing to the free lounger right next to the brunette. Zoey glanced around noticing that she was still the only person on the dock this early in the morning. There were 30 open seats, yet the woman was asking about the one right next to her, instead of the far solo one in the corner the woman had been on yesterday. Something felt off, but Zoey simply shook her head, and the other woman gave her a bright white smile, moving out of the sun and placing her bag down. Now Zoey could really see this woman's body up close and view her physique. She was in a different bikini than yesterday, now a strapless bright red one piece that was cut up around the woman's ass a far more than what was necessary. But Zoey knew why, because this bikini allowed the sun to hit areas of skin that the two pieces didn't and would let the woman keep what Zoey guessed was a fully unbroken tan. Zoey admitted to herself that the woman was well bronzed, two shades darker than herself, but she guessed they had a similar base if they were out of the sun for a while. The woman's hair was raven, unlike her bright bikini a few inches past her shoulders. Her eyebrows though were very dark brown, the same color as Zoey's hair, and Zoey wondered if like her, that was the woman's natural hair color everywhere. She had sharper features, and thinner pink lips, her ears were more rounded, and a hint of tiny freckles on her face, though they were not pronounced thanks to her tan. Zoey felt she looked kind when she smiled, but also had a serious case of resting bitch face.
"Thanks." The woman added again once she had set up, and Zoey simply shrugged as they took their respective places. After a minute or two of silence, the woman spoke again, "Well, that was a bit of a mistake yesterday at the restaurant, wasn't it?" Zoey glanced over as the new arrival had begun to lather her own body with sunscreen oil, giving it a light sheen on what looked like very smooth skin. Right away, Zoey could tell that it sounded like this woman was searching for some type of apology, but Zoey scoffed. After that stare off last night, an apology was the last thing she would ever say. "Yeah, well, the early bird gets the worm."
The woman froze for a second mid-rub on her long-left leg. That had not been the response she had been looking for and Zoey could tell as the woman bit her lower lip lightly. The woman's next words came out a bit harsher, "I mean, fair, but I did book it first, so that's not applicable in this situation. You kind of just stole it from me, and I'm a bit surprised you can't see that. I mean, you could have at least could offered for us to share the table, but I guess that thought didn't occur to you."
Zoey took in the words and perceived the more aggressive tone. This morning had already taken a turn but if this woman thought Zoey was going to just sit here and listen to this, she was wrong, "The thought did occur to me, and maybe I would have shared if you hadn't been glaring at me like I had spit in your food." Zoey snapped back.
"Well, you stole my seat." The woman muttered under her breath back, but Zoey heard it loud and clear.
"Is there something you want?" Zoey questioned sitting up from her seat and turning her head towards the woman. This was the closest she had been to this other person, and her blue eyes flickered down. This woman was even more attractive up close, and Zoey felt a challenge not just from the words but also from the woman's body. A natural, frustrating feeling that she felt was not right in this situation, but she couldn't help it considering how close and similar their figures seemed to be.
The woman stopped oiling her right leg now and looked back at Zoey, the green eyes behind her black shades seemed to narrow. "Well, after you stole my table; I feel like you owe me an apology." She snapped with a calm tone, but her face serious. Her oily hands clenched, but Zoey felt like this was done out of fear, like the woman had built up her courage and had forced herself into this conversation that maybe she didn't want to. Zoey didn't have a chance to respond when the woman continued, "People have always tried to walk all over me, and I'm not letting that happen. I understand you are not to blame, but you didn't handle it well and were in fact downright rude and in the wrong. So, you need to apologize." The woman demanded and again glared at Zoey with a glare just like the night before.
"Excuse me? Are you crazy? Like YOU just said, It's not my fault that the workers messed up! I had already sat down and ordered, and I had booked it as well, so your logic doesn't stand, it was both our table and I got there first. I understand your frustration, but I think expecting an apology is wild. You aren't the only one that people try to walk all over and honestly you just seem spoiled."
"Spoiled!?" The woman gasped, dropping the sunscreen bottle she had picked up. Clearly that word had some extra meaning to this woman. "I saved for a year for two weeks here. I'm not letting you get aways with this. You need to apologize to me now!"
"No." Zoey hissed as she sat up straighter, feeling her body tense as the conversation spiraled. She then glared back behind her own glasses, but the conversation seemingly ended on that final word. Their stare off went on for a few more seconds until the woman let out some heated air from her nose and then picked up the oil bottle to continued rubbing her legs, pressing in harder to the muscle. Zoey turned away and laid back down, but the relaxing was over and having this woman next to her so close made her tense. A minute later, Zoey heard the bottle close, and she glanced over to catch the woman rubbing the oil onto her breasts under the red cloth. Even with how annoyed she felt at this presence, Zoey gulped watching the woman's full chest seemingly squish well into the palms and shoulders. Until she finished, folded her arms on her chest, looking equally as annoyed laid down as well.
The two women lay there under the sun, very aware of who was next to them and thinking of how they could have said something different to get what they wanted. After 20 minutes, and more and more people showing up to the dock, the silence became unbearable.
"You can move." Zoey spoke aloud but did not look towards the woman again instead saying it to the light blue sky.
"Nope, not till you say sorry." Came a snarky response from her right followed by another 10 minutes of silence as each lay in the sun seething in more ways than one. But as Zoey kept glancing at the woman, she could see her fidgeting, and glancing at the solo chair away from everyone else. As more people surrounded began to fill up the dock the girl seemed to get more antsy. 'Weird.' Zoey thought and the minutes went on, broken only when a new young lifeguard approached the sunbathing pair. "Hey Anastasia! Your seat is reserved over there, we had it blocked for you!"
'Anastasia.' Zoey now knew this crazy woman's name. She glanced to see this Anastasia sit up and give a relieved smile at the man. "Ahh, yes, thank you Dean, I was just talking to my new friend."
"Of course! Ah Miss Draga, do you need anything?" Dean said to Zoey, who was surprised at first of him knowing her name, but it seemed the workers here did their research to be as accommodating as possible.
"You can call me Zoey." She replied wanting to be as friendly to every worker in this sudden game she felt had just started between her and this Anastasia.
"If you are sure, sounds grand Zoey. Can I call over a waiter to get an order for you?"
Zoey glanced at Anastasia, "Sure, I plan to be here all day, I'm sure it gets really busy in this spot." She spoke, and saw the other woman fidget a bit more.
Anastasia glanced back at Zoey with a look that meant she understood exactly what Zoey was doing. One way or another, they were now on a first name basis. As he moved away, Zoey again felt the silence growing between them, but she refused to back down. She could tell that Anastasia desired to go to her secluded seat, so she just had to outlast her. They were getting nowhere, and it seemed Anastasia came to the same conclusion as she sat up with a sudden smirk on her lips. "You know, I think I will move back. It's better to have the best spot on this wonderful dock. We can continue this conversation later, Zoey." She stood packing up her bags as the lifeguard and a waiter returned, handing drinks and towels out to the suddenly full dock of guests. Zoey watched Anastasia as she packed and then their eyes met, and a little smirk came to Anastasia's pink lips. "Like I said babe, you shouldn't be so self-conscious and wear such unflattering bikinis. I know it can be tough when like I'm here, but don't worry girl, one day you will be able to pull something off like me!" Anastasia spoke so loudly that all the eyes on the dock turned to Zoey who felt her face suddenly go bright red at the unwanted attention. 'This bitch!' She internally screamed, she wanted to yell back but she was at a loss for words as Anastasia smiled at her mockingly, picked up her bag, and walked away, her full tanned ass on display in red which made the taunt even more frustrating.
Even if it wasn't true, it felt like everyone at the hotel was currently on the dock, and all the whispers were about her in that minute. That bitch had found a way to ruin her day of relaxation in one simple move. The bitch, and now it felt like it was on. What was on? She wasn't sure, and Zoey didn't know how or what good was escalating this sudden issue, but she would NOT end it here. Two could play at this game.
Where the fuck did that comment come from anyway? Was the bitch so insecure that she had to comment about what Zoey was wearing because it wasn't as revealing as her slut gear? Like this woman was so sure she was more confident because she dared wear some skimpy thing that was just to desperately draw attention to herself even though she clearly did not like being in crowds or something. This was just some schoolyard bullshit, a girl making fun of another for not dressing as slutty, and she would NOT lower herself to that. She wouldn't, she wouldn't, she kept repeating to herself. But the conversation with this 'Anastasia' was replaying in her head like a broken record. She was thinking of all the witty comebacks she wished she could have said and how the unwanted attention was still on her. The bitch! Making fun of her bikini and her body on her mental health holiday was just not ok. Insinuating that she was scared to wear something smaller, that she wasn't as in good shape, she would show her. She WOULD lower herself because she could pull off a way skimpier bikini and would do it with her head held high. Growing her confidence was just as much this holiday's goal anyway she convinced herself. She stood and started walking back to her room, turning only once to see Anastasia watching her from her spot on the dock, a cocky victorious smile on the woman's face before she returned to reading her book.
Fuming Zoey got back to her room in a huff and tore through her suitcase until she found what she was looking for. This one should do the trick she thought. She pulled out a revealing dark red G-string bikini and strapless top, much like the one Anastasia was wearing with somehow a bit more skin showing. The triangle in the back showed off a full amount of her beautiful ass. The single wrap of cloth around her chest showed how big and still firm her tits were. Satisfied, she marched back down to the lake and across the dock where all eyes were on her, and most importantly the green eyes of the woman from dinner. The darker haired woman was looking at Zoey with shock and then fury at the new bikini Zoey was wearing. Zoey smiled at her and gave the woman a little wave with her fingers until she slowly sat down, making sure to turn it into a little show for the woman and prove to everyone else that her bikini was smaller, and she was more daring. If anyone thought she was scared to show off her body, they wouldn't now and that alone made her confidence soar.
A subtle message was sent and received as Anastasia stood and left the dock in a mood. Zoey had won, and with a big smile she laid back and stretched. But the relaxation didn't last long. Not long after, Anastasia was back, and not only was she back, but she had changed her outfit as well. To Zoey's surprise, Anastasia was now in an even skimpier blue one-piece thong style bikini that showed off far more skin than the previous.
The top and bottom were connected by a thin strip down her smooth stomach and the triangle in the back was about 3 inches in length on each side. The top didn't seem to be tied which meant the woman's breasts were that big, and equally firm that they didn't need support to keep their shape. Just like Zoey's. "What the fuck…" Zoey hissed at the sight of her rival changing. She hadn't seen breasts defying the laws of body except when she looked in a mirror. Seeing them on another woman was, or at least THIS woman was frustrating to say the least. Now it was Anastasia's turn to have all the eyes, and she decided to apply an extra layer of sunscreen to her tanned skin, making sure to rub her legs slowly while looking at Zoey with a cheeky grin. Zoey couldn't help watching, it was a very sensual show until she shook her head knowing that she had just been one upped once again. So, this was the game. The woman gave her a taunting smile that meant she knew EXACTLY what kind of game this was. In a flash, Zoey was up, back in her room and changing into a small black two piece that was even skimpier than the red.
This happened three more times over more over the course of the hour. Both women seeing what the other put on and quickly going back to her room to change into something more daring. The bikinis became smaller and more erotic each time, until Zoey only had one left that she could switch into. A gift from her maid of honor at her bachelorette party. All her friends had squealed in delight seeing her hold it up out of the box, laughing at how ridiculous it was. She bet they never would have expected her to wear it in public. It was called a mini-micro bikini and honestly, it fit the name. A bikini that had no right to exist and served no purpose except to maybe wear in front of a partner in the privacy of your own home or backyard. In fact, she might as well go nude, but there were rules against that for the for the lake. But this micro bikini would in theory give her a pass because it was still clothing that she would be wearing.
It was bright silver and made of floss sized strings. The top was just two penny sized circles that only covered her pointy nipples but not even her entire areola that was peeking out on the sides. Even more would be exposed if her nipples went even the slightest bit erect. The silver strings were as thin as floss on her upper back, tied at her neck torso. The strings were equally as thin on her bottoms, literally floss on her ass, like a thin T that basically was not existent on her hips and back and disappeared between her thick glute cheeks.
The front of the bottoms was a triangle the size of a quarter that only covered her clit, the top of her vagina and really nothing else. It showed off the entirety of her smooth pink labia to the world, the string disappearing between her lower lips. Not even her ex had seen her wear this, and she only brought it for a revenge photo that she had maybe planned to take. Slowly, Zoey pulled on her 'joke' bikini after a few seconds of indecision. Wearing it made her feel more nude than if she had just walked out naked onto the dock. The sexual shudder she felt made her gasp and she pushed down the feelings as best she could, but wearing this bikini did not help.
Looking in the mirror, it was even crazier on her hot body than she had expected. The strings really did disappear into her pink smooth labia in a way nothing else she owned did, and her bubble ass was fully bare when she turned around. She couldn't even see the strings without the right light making them gleam. Her two darker areolas were almost fully visible besides the two tips and again the floss looked nonexistent connecting them. She gaped at herself in shock. Though the embarrassment of wearing such a ridiculous bikini would be bad, there was little doubt in her mind that she would win this unspoken contest with Anastasia if she dared wear this down to the dock. As she thought about that prospect, at seeing her rival leave and not return made her feel bold. She would send this Anastasia back to her room with her tail between her flabby legs. It was worth likely getting kicked out of the dock if it happened, but that didn't really bother her now. All that mattered was winning this contest and this was the final card she could pull. She threw on a towel over her body and marched down to the lake.
When she arrived, she saw Anastasia was there also there covered in a white towel, and her eyes seemed to flash as Zoey reappeared. It seemed the other woman had changed at the same time, and they stood on opposite sides of the dock in their towels. Other guests may have guessed what was going on now, but neither Zoey nor Anastasia cared, and as if on cue, they both undid the knot of their towel and let them fall confident in their victory.
Both women expected the other to gasp, to quit, but it did not happen. In fact, the sight they were given shocked them to their core and left them speechless for a different reason. Anastasia was in a gold micro bikini of her own, in the same style as Zoey's! Similarly sized and covering with strings that Zoey could only see thanks to the sun. The woman's tan body was fully bare, and looked as sexy, as strong, as Zoey did.
There was no hiding the look of shock on both women's faces as the towels dropped to the dock. The sun shined off their nearly fully exposed bodies, the light of the Sun illuminating the tiny about of silver and gold dawning their forms. They even removed their own shades to make sure they were really seeing what they were seeing and to get a good look at this sudden rival in their presence. 'Her tits, that ass.' Were the mimicked thoughts in their heads as they looked for any flaw but found none on the body of their new rival. They had worn nearly identical styles of micro bikinis and annoyingly Zoey felt her already barley covered nipples lengthen at the sight of Anastasia standing there in her gold microscopic cloth. The bitch was incredibly attractive, and her daring to wear such a skimpy bikini meant she had been just as ready to wear whatever it took to win this contest.
After the initial shock faded, their eyes seemed to turn almost fearful that their bluff had been called. The other women on the dock looked disgusted at the two model looking girls while many of the men averted their eyes in fear of the wrath of their partners or trying not to get caught staring with their tongues out. Luckily there were no kids on the dock or at least the ones that were there were too young to care or understand.
But for Zoey and Anastasia, they only had eyes for each other. They took in the sight of their sexy dock rival and then made eye contact, blue to green. At that second, Zoey knew. Something was going to happen between them. She didn't know what exactly, but there was little doubt in her mind that the ante had been raised. Zoey had never felt this kind of challenge and both her lustful demon side, and her sweet side demanded to meet it and win it. So much for control she thought.
They took their respective chairs silently acknowledging that the contest was a tie. There was nothing else they could change into, but the ordeal was not over. Every few minutes, one would get up and do a suggestive little stretch in her nothingness that drew all eyes to her on the dock. Or turn and widen a leg towards the air at their rival. Then when she sat back down, the other would get up, and do short walk or stretch, so that everyone could get a full view of the big firm glutes or tits until she returned to her place. Everything Zoey did, the other woman matched or escalated and vice versa for almost another hour.
Zoey couldn't believe she was doing this little suggestive contest once again? She wasn't even sure how it had already gotten to this point. They hadn't spoken at all but just knew what the other was up to. The thoughts passed through her head as she applied more sunscreen, making sure her rival was watching as she rubbed her smooth skin everywhere, including her soft tits and bubble butt.
Alone, in bed with someone was one thing, but to do this in public, wearing next to nothing, micro cloth just around pussy. The blush on her cheeks was from both the sun, and the embarrassment but she couldn't stop because her heart was going was crazy. How they were getting away with this was crazy, but the hotel workers weren't going to say anything, in fact, the workers around were naturally drooling at the little show they were getting between the two tourists. Most of them had never seen such small bikinis worn on their deck even with some of their most risky clientele. After the hour of this little game of walk around, it was apparent to both Anastasia and Zoey that they had reached a second draw. Neither had anything less to strip down too unless they were fully nude, and that wouldn't fly but neither would back off. Yet, a draw between them was unacceptable to Zoey who was already thinking of how to press the matter further. Inviting the woman up to her room sent the wrong implication, out to dinner they would have to dress up, saying sorry was even more of a no now than before. But Zoey didn't have to think for long because Anastasia seemed to be a step ahead. She walked directly past Zoey's chair, giving the brunette the closest look at the incredible bare body in the bikini yet. Zoey eyes followed as her rival's ass flexed in the sun, the gold strings invisible. The woman stopped at one of the workers. "I would like to rent one of the row boats." Anastasia spoke loudly to the lifeguard, enough for Zoey to hear her clearly from a few seats away.
"Oh, of course, but it is for two people minimum." He replied looking to her left and right and trying to avoid looking down at her tanned sexy body.
"No problem. My new friend Zoey will be joining me!" She replied with such fake glee that the man raised his eyebrows. She pointed at Zoey who was caught looking over at their discussion and Anastasia's ass. Caught off guard for a second, Zoey looked surprised at being called out but quickly smiled brightly at them, so brightly in fact that it was a little obviously fake, "Oh, they have one free! Great! Let's do it!" She jumped up from her seat and walked towards them in her tiny bikini, tits having the slightest of free bounce each step. Her ass fully bare to the world and hit with sun, with a little extra flair in her hips towards Anastasia. The young man looked down at the body approaching them. Wow, was his only thought, switching back and forth between the two women. Zoey could tell the man couldn't hide his lust standing next to them both. She noted Anastasia was looking at her with mix of disgust and maybe something else? Zoey couldn't be sure.
The wooden boats were small with two planks as seats with a decent amount of space in-between them. The sides were also tall to stop any water from splashing over. The bottoms were padded with a soft gym like material, most likely to stop the feet of the guests from being splintered by the old wood.
"Yeah, so just row together, one on each side. Please put on your life vests. Umm, and of course have fun!" The lifeguard spoke while looking down, trying to do anything from get caught checking the two buxom women out. They pulled on life vests, and it quickly covered both women's full assets, and added even extra padding to their chests. It ruined the little contest they had been giving each other but there was no way around this if they wanted to get out on this boat together without them.
Once they were situated, they looked up at the two men. "Thanks!" They responded in unison and then glanced at each other with a roll of their eyes. With that, one of the men pushed the boat out of the dock and into to the lake. There was a slight lull before Anastasia picked her oar up and attempted to row awkwardly before she motioned to Zoey to do the same. It took a few attempts to get it right before they got in sync and began to row with far better teamwork than would have believed. As the shore became more distant, each stroke rose the pressure and tension between them under the sun. After five minutes, and a light sheen of sweat building on their skin, Anastasia stopped rowing when they reached arguably the middle of the small lake. There were a few boats around but none within 50 yards of them. Zoey stopped rowing a second later and then moved off the bench to sit across from Anastasia on the other plank. They eyed each other in their indecent bottoms, life vests and sunglasses.
"Well, we are now alone." Zoey stated factually like she was talking to a longtime friend. She leaned back on her hands viewing her new rival? That seemed like the only word that fit. Then, Zoey spread her legs a little more than what was necessary, exposing her barley covered sex. Why? She wasn't sure, nothing really was making sense but this sexual position felt natural. The bikini changing contest had started that and now she was showing off a bit. Anastasia's lips pursed at the exposing position Zoey had gone into. Yet, with a look of cool, she slowly spread her own long toned legs, even going a little wider so that her knees touched the side of the boat.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Zoey enquired, "I thought our little game was fun!" She added sarcastically, biting back her tongue from the insults she wanted to lob at the other woman.
"Oh, I'm sure you can guess, just a little continuation of our tiny disagreement. This is getting ridiculous already between us, isn't it, Zoey?" Anastasia said, her tone had a sensual flair that seemed to naturally roll out of her pretty mouth.
"Well, yeah, the hotel made a tiny little mistake, and you couldn't handle it. You came at me demanding an apology from someone who didn't owe you one. Then, you made a comment about my body, I wasn't going to let that pass." Zoey replied, flicking her hand away. Her blue eyes flickered down to the body that was now half hidden behind the vest, but the woman's sex was there, smooth and nothing but a slim line of gold hid it.
"I disagree. I asked for one little apology for how you acted at the restaurant, outside of the mistake of the hotel. You could have shared the table; you could have asked them to help setup another next to yours for us both. There were so many other options, but you chose rudeness, and THAT is why you owe me an apology."
Zoey's eyebrows furrowed at the request, "Listen, you aren't getting an apology from me because there was nothing, I did wrong. You reacted to the situation poorly, and that's all there is to it. So, if that's all you wanted to say, you can row us back to shore and then go put on something that covers up your flabby body. Between the two of us, you are the one who can't pull off little things like that." Zoey finished nodding down to the little gold piece between her rival's legs. 'Talk about schoolgirl bullshit', she thought but that was the theme of the morning apparently.
Anastasia's stare turned dark, a look of fury behind her stern face at both the refusal and even more so, the insult. "Please, you deserved that comment, and you were embarrassing yourself on that dock. Even now, nobody there would give you a second glance even when you are wearing that little pathetic bikini of yours, not while I'm there. I'm sure that's why you naturally picked silver, when I of course picked gold."
"Please." Zoey hissed though the comment stung more than she wanted to admit. "Everyone was looking at me at first because of your little comment, but now they are looking because they know that I'm sexier than you. That bothers you, doesn't it?"
"Are you joking? Look at my body. You can see, right? How dare you think for a second that you can pull off anything better than me? I'm not second to anyone, especially you, and I proved that on the dock today."
"You didn't prove anything except you clearly have an inferiority complex to me."
"Inferiority? I think you are projecting. You should have backed off the first time I changed. Because now that we both are in these, we and everyone can tell, I have a far superior body than you in every single way."
"My hot body blows yours out of the lake, 100 out of 100 times. If that's what you needed to hear from me to get over your inferiority, you're welcome." Zoey snapped, crossing her toned legs angrily.
"Well, maybe I should throw you in this lake, cool off that so called hot body of yours?" Anastasia threatened, sitting up straighter and snapping her legs closed like she was ready to stand.
"You can try, but trust me, I won't be the first one in the lake." Zoey hissed back, her hands gripping the side of the boat till her knuckles were white. There was a short pause, then they both stood up in a furious rush but the small boat, which had been somewhat stable so far, rocked wildly in the waves thanks to their sudden movements. The women let out gasps as they stumbled back and forth a few times before falling back to their butts on each side of the boat.
"Don't rock the boat!"
"That was you!" They argued like children when Anastasia leaned forward and in a hiss said, "I'm sick of you and I don't even know you. You are the exact kind of person I'm cutting out of my life, and I will not allow you to ruin my holiday any more than you already have."
"You need to shut up. You are ruining this for both of us. You had no business coming up to me, and now you invite me out here looking for something you will NEVER get from me, bitch." Zoey breathed back in anger, the word coming easily to her tongue.
"The fuck did you call me?" Anastasia whispered and moved off her seat down on her knees on the floor of the boat with only a slight rock. She may have started to shuffle towards Zoey and grab her legs but Zoey matched the pose instantly and they held here for a few seconds eyeing each other warningly.
"I called you a bitch." Zoey replied emphasizing the word with a twisted smile.
"You better take that back, or things are going to get very serious." Anastasia threatened on her knees, hands on her hips, her golden thong still disappearing into her labia lips.
Suddenly Zoey took the last few inches and smacked her thick life vest into Anastasia's who held her ground best she could as they went face to face. "You said you were gonna try and throw me out of this boat and make me swim back to the hotel? Well, I think you could use a little cool down for this temper you have, and a swim would be good to burn some fat off your ass." Zoey threatened, her body shaking from the conversation. She felt herself flexing her abs and muscles, like an animal preparing to fight off a rival in her territory best she could. No one in her life had this effect on her before and she couldn't explain why now it was strong that she was now ready to fight. Her body felt primed, neither was backing down, and her muscles seemed to yearn for a contest, she felt a deeper side of herself coming out. Her animal instincts coming out, but for once, she wasn't in bed, she wasn't with a lover, she had never been with someone she didn't like, she had never hate fucked or fought before.
"I dare you to try it." Anastasia whispered, her hands had gone into fists. A similar flash of emotion showing on her face. There was a short lull as each waited and one last chance for the other to back down, but they didn't. They had already gone too far, and then it was on. They screamed like two hell cats as their hands shot into the dark brown and black hair as a fight broke out between Zoey and Anastasia in the boat.
"If you wanted a fight, you should have asked!" Zoey snarled, pulling Anastasia towards her by the black hair.
"I did and you accepted the second you agreed to come on this boat with me!" Anastasia screamed, pulling the brown until their life vests slammed together multiple times during the hairpulling contest. The thick jackets were the only thing separating the bountiful squished chests. Back and forth the pulling went in the boat, the women crying out in pain, hidden by the planks just enough so that no one on the shore, or another boat could see them see the brawl. Then, Zoey flung her own body to pull Anastasia's hair and slammed her rival to the side of the boat and sending the bitch off the side and down to the floor. Zoey jumped on her rival but the impact of Anastasia's body to the planks sent the boat into a wild rocking that made pinning her rival impossible. Hands still in their rival's long hair, they exchanged the top spot in the boat using the momentum of the rocking ship to help them even wearing their vests. The commotion sent large waves and ripples from the center of the lake as they fought. Their bare legs flexed and tried to twirl around the other into a knot and control their rival, but they succeeded in only slowing them. For the skimpiness of their incredibly small bikini bottoms, the pieces of cloth stayed on their hips in the commotion. But as the boat began to settle, Anastasia successfully remained on top of Zoey and thanks to their life vests she pressed her weight down on her rival, trapping the other woman successfully.
"Looks like you don't have the strength to back up your attitude!" Anastasia hissed down as Zoey struggled to roll her rival off. All she could was hold her rival's wrists above both their heads on the floor of the boat. They came to a pause, the rocking slowing as they caught their breath.
"If you apologize right now, I will let you off easy, whore." Anastasia spat down at her rival again, trying to free one of her hands but Zoey held the grip.
"No fucking way, bitch." Zoey hissed up but felt a wave of panic in her sudden predicament. The rocking had been key to them rolling on each other in these stupid vests and she seemingly needed a miracle wave to knock the boat or something forceful to knock Anastasia off, but the chances of that seemed to be near zero.
Anastasia smirked tauntingly down at her, "Well, then I'll just lay on you and let the Sun tan my hot ass for as long as you need to think about it."
Zoey hissed again but she didn't doubt Anastasia could really hold her here for the rest of the day if she wanted. After a minute, she was becoming desperate, but the constant sensation of their smooth toned legs rubbing and looking up at her rival's beautiful face brought an awareness to Zoey's core. Her lustful side suddenly demanded to take over, and the little control she had was lost thanks to the fight she was now engaged in. It seemed it was the only chance to escape, and Zoey was ready to do anything. She released one of her rival's hands suddenly, reached behind Anastasia's head, but instead of pulling the black hair back, she pulled her rival's head down and slammed their lips together. The reaction was instant, Anastasia gasped and pushed up with her hands off her rival in surprise. The new position allowed Zoey to use both her arms to throw her rival off her by the obliques and use the momentum of the push to roll to her side and up off her back.
Anastasia was up swiftly, the shock gone but a look of deadly intent on her face at Zoey.
"Oh, what's the matter? Sad your flabby ass isn't going to get the sun you want in the water?" Zoey laughed sitting up, but just as she got to her feet, Anastasia screamed in fury and lunged at her rival with her whole body. Anastasia might have done a better tackle if they had been in the center of the boat, but they had lost sense of where they were and their surroundings. Not only did the two women crash together, but they rocked the boat with more force than ever and finally they toppled it. The entire boat leaned so far to the side that it capsized and with twin cries of surprise the girls were flown into the cool lake. Two loud splashes came up, forcing the fighters to separate as they collapsed into the cool lake. After the chaotic battle, the flipped boat just bobbed in the water for a few seconds as Zoey swam back to the surface. She emerged and gripped hold of wooden bottom of boat, gasping for air from the fight and sudden submerge. "What the fuck." She coughed and heard Anastasia come up on the other side of the wooden craft. Zoey pulled herself up further, her exposed skin scraping thanks to the rough wood and when she made it basically to the top so that only her legs were still in the water, she found her new rival in the same position facing her. They glared but no longer had a place to really fight, but that didn't stop them. They lightly pushed each other with their hands, lightly trying to force the other off back into the water but stopped as they had little effect. Though their fight had remained private, the boat flipping was a scene that even people on the shore noticed and within two minutes a lifeguard boat had arrived up and pulled both women into it.
"How the hell did it flip!?" The lifeguard from the dock asked his teammate, not asking the girls who were both quiet now covered by white towels after they were pulled onto the rescue boat. They sat across from each other, in a nearly identical position they had been in before their short but intense catfight in the boat. The teammate had no answer and then they turned to the women with the same question. Anastasia spoke first, "I'm so sorry. We tried to do a leaning selfie together on one side, and we def put too much weight on one side."
"Yeah, that's what happened!" Zoey agreed their eyes sparking between them. It was a good lie, and Zoey felt that their now shared secret made this random new rivalry even more personal. The men nodded, half believing them but also half not, though they didn't say anything. They rowed the women back to the shore and then set out again to pull the boat back.
Zoey was furious after her little scrap with Anastasia. She had just been in her first real fight, with some bitch she barely knew, wearing a micro bikini that covered less than 1% of her body. What the hell was going on? This was NOT how this holiday was supposed to go, but the thrill was exhilarating. There was no chance she and Anastasia would simply ignore each other from now on, and it was not finished. This was another crossroads. She watched Anastasia grab her stuff and march back towards the spa of the hotel away from the dock and also the rooms. To Zoey, the bitch had made a choice not retreating and now Zoey had to choose whether to give this up and stop this escalation of beef between them, or follow Anastasia and settle this. It didn't take long for her to pick. She took her stuff and went right after her rival to the spa. At the entrance, she picked up a fresh towel and thin white sheet that was available for people using the spa area of the hotel slightly adjacent to the main building and on the lake.
She was in her own head but stopped as read the signs and remembered the rules of the spa host that had been given to her, 'In the Sauna area, we do not allow any swimwear, please use the sheets and towels provided. Pool wear must be re-worn when using the ice bath or pool in alternations. Thank you for your understanding.'
'How European.' She thought but doubted in her skimpy suit that anyone would notice she wasn't nude in the co-sex sauna rooms, and she slowed her pace to a walk considering her options. Till she stopped fully, unsure how to go forward or what to do. This was crazy chasing after that other woman in her bikini, not to mention it would be beyond embarrassing if she did wear her bikini and got kicked out because of it. She could imagine Anastasia ratting her out to the front desk and could see the look of joy on that bitch's smug face at the prospect. The thought of wiping that look off that face kept her going and she turned the next corner with a jump, fists raised, half expecting her newfound rival to be there, ready to fight in the dressing room hallway, but there was no one. She ducked down twice to check but saw no feet showing from under the changing doors. It seemed in her indecision that Anastasia had left, or maybe even had never come this way in the first place. A feeling of annoyance and disappointment swelled in her and she was just about to turn around and leave her eyes caught a glimpse of gold.
There hanging on the wall, using one of the hooks provided to hold swimsuits was the very same gold micro bikini that had been on Anastasia's hips and tits in the row boat. Zoey remembered seeing all the trunks and bikini's hanging here last time she had come down in the evening, but now there was only one. The gold cloth looked even smaller hanging there, just a few strings that had hidden Anastasia's pokey nipples and the top of her vagina to limited effect. That it was hanging there alone meant the spa area was empty, except for Anastasia.
Leaving that micro bikini hanging there on the wall felt like both a threat and challenge to Zoey in another insane escalation. She took a deep breath and then stepped into one of the dressing rooms. It didn't matter how small their bikinis were, the rules were the rules. Bathing suits weren't allowed, and if Anastasia was plucky enough to leave her micro bikini on the wall, so would Zoey. She peeled off her silver strings, the tiny fabric slipping free between her two wet pussy lips and revealing the hood of her clit that had been covered thus far. She untied her top and let it flutter to the ground. She picked up the white sheet and towel she had taken and wrapped her body with the former. The thin white material pressed into to her curves. She could only imagine what would happen if she was still wet, the white cloth quickly become translucent.
As she stepped out of the pod, she unexpectedly felt far less embarrassed than before at the lake. If someone saw her now, she would just be another nude sauna goer, not a weirdo wearing an inappropriate micro bikini on the dock. She hung her tiny silver cloth next to the gold, looking just as microscopic fluttering on the wall. Moving forward now, she went around a few more corners making her ways towards the saunas themselves with the white sheet wrapped around her body and a towel in hand. Then, there she was, Anastasia, standing in a similar state of dress, a single white sheet covering her tan body and a towel in her hand. The bitch seemed to be waiting, waiting to see if Zoey would dare to follow her once again. The look in the woman's green eyes was wild, and dangerous at the sight of Zoey's appearance.
There were two doors, one on Anastasia's left and one on her right. A wooden sauna, dry heat, on the right, and to the left, a wet sauna, a steam room. The stare down in the hallway was intense as each waited for the other to move first. Then Anastasia finally made the choice for them, opening the glass door of the dry heat, Finnish sauna. A wave of heat from the room exploded out even reaching Zoey down the hallway. Anastasia lifted her right and gave a slow come-hither motion with her pointy finger at Zoey as she turned and entered the heated room with a glaze that flickered between hate and maybe something else once again? Zoey couldn't help noticing how sexual this whole thing was becoming between them, with their skimpy bikinis and now going nude together into a sauna together. Not to mention her kissing Anastasia in the boat, though that had been in self-defense during a heated fight, slightly different.
But it didn't matter if this bitch wanted to sauna together naked, Zoey was more than happy after what had already transpired. She walked forward and entered the dimly lit wooden room right after Anastasia.
The wave of heat that engulfed her the second she entered was even more intense and the floor was almost burning her bare feet. It would not be possible to fight in here, but maybe that was the point, Zoey wasn't sure. Anastasia was sitting on the lowest bench with the towel laid out under her ass, and a second under her feet. Her legs were crossed, and her arms folded over her breasts and nipples. But even if she moved them, she was still covered by the very thin white sheet like a threadlike toga. Zoey closed them in while Anastasia lifted the water bucket and poured it on the heated coals, sizzling them loudly and sending a new wave of steam into the air. Zoey took her spot right next to Anastasia, placing her own towels in the same positions and her white sheet covering her nude body in a similar style to her rival. The sides of their bare thighs grazed slightly in places the sheet did not protect them.
Neither girl moved for almost a minute, the dry heat filling and burning their lungs as they adapted to it slowly. Quickly the sauna began to consume them as the tension built even faster than the temperature. Zoey could feel her pores starting to open and the first bead of sweat began to drip down her forehead. Still, they didn't speak, and minutes ticked by as she started to sweat more and more under her sheet. She wasn't sure what game this was. Was it just to see who could last longer in the heat? That could be a long and very dangerous game, maybe just as dangerous as fighting in the boat like they had only a few minutes prior. 10 minutes went by and now sweat was pouring off both their bodies and turning the white sheets translucent, sticking wetly to their erotic forms. Only after Anastasia poured a second round of water on the coals did the raven-haired beauty turn her head towards her rival.
"I'm surprised you followed me again, but I'm glad you did." Anastasia admitted.
"You started this. I'm going to finish it." Zoey replied, turning her own face to lock eyes and be nose to nose with this erotic rival.
"Wrong on two accounts. You are the one who started this, and I'm going to be the one finishing you." Anastasia hissed and doubled down by pushing her sweaty forehead into Zoey's lightly.
"And how do you plan on finishing me?" Zoey growled under her panted breath.
"By doing everything and anything I want to you." Anastasia spat, some spit hitting her rival's pink lips but the sweat hid it.
Then Zoey felt that urge again, something she could not control. A lustful state consuming her just like the heat was and now it was her chance to see if that boat kiss was a hint. Instead of pushing harder with her sweaty forehead into her rival's, she tilted her head and pressed her lips into Anastasia's lush pair for the second time that day. For a second, Zoey wasn't sure what was going to happen, Anastasia seemed to freeze like ice even in this sauna heat. The sweat had covered their lips making them salty to taste. Just as Zoey was about to pull away, Anastasia slowly pressed forward, allowing more of their jaws to align and continue the kiss. They didn't move their lips much until Zoey pulled back slowly with the smallest of smooch sounds.
"That's the second time today you have kissed me without my permission." Anastasia whispered into Zoey's face, but her tone sounded almost curious rather than angry. A flicker down with her blue eyes and Zoey could literally see her rival's nipples becoming more erect behind the translucent white sheet. The sweat was pouring off the other woman, her darker areola fully visible with the cloth acting like a second membrane on her tanned skin. Zoey gave her rival a nasty little smirk, "Just seeing if you can keep up. All is fair in this little beef we have found ourselves in. If a little kiss is enough to scare you off, then good, leave this sauna before I kiss you again."
"Is that so, is this all about keeping up? Well, on the boat, I assumed that was just a trick, but now I know." Anastasia whispered in the sauna, and then without any other warning she shot her face forward and slammed her open mouth onto Zoey's. More so, her wet tongue slipped between the pink lips and slashed into Zoey's mouth like a sword. Zoey gasped letting Anastasia in deeper before the brunette kissed back in a frenzy with her own tongue meeting her rivals for the first time. The two sweaty women began an aggressive make out, turning only their heads to meet in this new battleground. The sensations exploded in Zoey and the lustful glaze between to take over her body. She now could admit it to herself. She wanted to fuck this bitch but more so, dominate her like she had unconsciously done to many of her sexual partners over the years. But Anastasia was giving just as good as she got as the tongue war escalated in the sauna. Their bodies turned more so, and the sides of their covered breasts met with a light thud.
Their wet tongues were now out of their mouths, twirling and knotting before they opened their jaws wider in an effort to suck in their rival's lips. After two long minutes, they broke apart with a wet gasp and a line of spit connecting their mouths. "But if we want to do it this way, you had better be careful what you wish for Zoey. I won't be second to you in anything. Especially not that." She didn't define what THAT was exactly, but Zoey felt that maybe for the first time, they were on the same page. There was a famished look in Anastasia's green eyes, a glazed hunger, and for the first time in her life, Zoey saw what everyone saw in her. How Anastasia looked right now was how Zoey did when she lost it in bed. It was perfect. It only made Zoey hungrier to devour Anastasia or be devoured in turn. The final inhibition, the final piece of her that would have stopped this insane escalation disappeared. She was going to fuck this bitch, fuck her, until like all the others, cried out her surrender. Maybe that was the core of their anger, their newfound hate.
But the worst thing that could happen to the two women happened. The sound of people arriving to the spa ended their sweaty engagement of lips. They likely only had minute or so till more people entered the sauna. Zoey thought for a second about locking them inside, but that was beyond the danger level she was ready to reach. Invite the slut up to her room? That seemed the best option, but Anastasia was already ahead of Zoey's thoughts and turned to her rival once again. "Tonight. Let's come back here. Just the two of us and settle this for good, whichever way we need too." Anastasia spoke sensually giving Zoey a knowing glance.
"The spa closes at 9." Zoey breathed back unsure she could wait the hours with the nude women so close to her but as more people passed by, it would be impossible for them to continue.
"Don't worry about that, just show back up here at 10 and prepare to be…" She paused, searching for the right word and then smiled, "Subjugated. Loser leaves the hotel, cuts short her much needed holiday short." Anastasia challenged, a dangerous flare in her green eyes. Zoey took in the words, a showdown, with real consequences, against this slut. The stakes made it 10 times worse and 100 times better. She gave her rival a dangerous smile in return, "If you want to settle this alone where no one can help you, then I will oblige you, Anastasia. You are on, tonight at 10."
"Good. Then tonight it is, Zoey. Oh, and one more thing. Wear that silver micro bikini of yours, I want to tear it off your hips personally before I finish you."
"Sure, as long as you wear your gold one, so I can rip it off your ass before I do more."
Anastasia smiled sweetly at the threat, and then finally stood in the sauna. But as she walked away with her towel in hand, she allowed the wet sheet that had still be covering her nude form to be left behind. It seemed to flow off her until her fully bare sweaty ass was now visible. It looked incredibly formidable as it flexed in challenge at the still sitting Zoey as Anastasia took the three long steps to the door. Pausing while holding the handle, she turned her head and used her free hand to slap her own ass, sweat exploding off the thick muscle. Then she opened the door, wrapped the towel around herself and closed it behind her.
Zoey waited a minute longer processing the events, then her eyes shot open as the overwhelming lust was put aside. Her bikini! The bitch was going to take it! She covered herself with her own towel and ran out of the sauna but found her worries were not warranted. The bikini was still there, and it seemed Anastasia wanted not to steal it, but tear it from her rival. Zoey gripped the two tiny pieces of cloth, tied her towel tighter and made her way out of the spa, planning to be back very soon.
Zoey got back to her room in a daze. A long hot shower followed by an even longer nap were the only two things that helped clear her head. Somehow, she resisted the urge to masturbate to the thoughts and memories of her already erotic day with Anastasia. Her inner urges were exploding at the threats of what was going to happen between them this night in the spa. Not only did she feel like it was challenge to her sexuality, but it also had the stakes of her holiday on the line. She was going to dominate that bitch physically and then sexually if she had the chance.
When she woke from her extended nap at 7 PM she felt rested and light on her feet. Ordering a small room service meal that she ate in bed, and doing a light dose of makeup, she was ready. All her thoughts were on Anastasia and the fight she had agreed to. Just a bit more than 24 hours from seeing Anastasia for the first time and now she was going to fight this stranger, with her claws and her tongue until one of them quit and left the hotel for good. The danger and thrill made the lustful persona begin to control her movements and thoughts as she struggled to control her breathing.
At 9:55 PM, Zoey left again for the spa and was surprised to see one of the workers, a young pretty girl there at the entrance holding a towel and sheet. "Oh, Miss Daraga, you must be the other guest who will be joining Miss Almade this evening. She booked the whole Spa for you both to use overnight, quite out of the ordinary, but regardless, please enjoy yourself. The attendants have gone home, but you can call the front desk if anything is required. Please continue to follow the rules of course and I hope you have a relaxing night." She finished with a somewhat curious tone, and Zoey was sure the girl was giving her a knowing glance behind the small glasses she wore.
"Thank you. I intend too." Zoey replied ignoring the tone and stare, as she took the three towels and the white sheet from the woman. Then she entered the spa where her rival was waiting for her.
The whole spa was far bigger than just the two saunas and changing hall that Zoey had been in when she was here earlier that day. There was a heated lap pool, a smaller shallow ice bath for natural healing, a massage and treatment room, several showers littered around, and a jacuzzi. All located within a few steps of each other. Zoey had only been in the sauna section as of now, but alone at night, everything felt much more spacious. As she passed the changing hall, she noted there was no gold bikini hanging on the wall this time. "Looks like there are no rules tonight." Zoey muttered as she stripped from her robe and stood there in her silver micro bikini. She did a light stretch, ready for anything and then continued towards the back in her nearly nude state. Once again, as she turned the corner to the saunas; Anastasia was there, the dim light making her gold micro glow of her tan body.
"There you are." Anastasia said as she flashed her teeth in a wide dark smile.
"Wouldn't miss this for anything." Zoey replied returning the grin. Anastasia's smile somehow grew, and she gave her rival a mimicked taunt from before, a slow come-hither motion with her finger to Zoey and once again entered dry wooden sauna. Zoey's eyes narrowed but she followed, entering, and seeing that Anastasia had left several towels on the floor that were warm but protected their feet from the burning wood.
"I thought you wanted to fight, not sauna together." Zoey teased but quickly sealed them in as the door closed and Anastasia laughed standing inside the hotbox.
"Oh, we are going to fight Zoey, trust me on that, but we have some time, why not enjoy your last night in the hotel?"
Zoey ignored the taunt, "It would be very dangerous to fight in here." She added plainly, again sweat starting to form on her skin as the heat surrounded them.
"Oh, I know." Anastasia purred as she leaned down slightly, showing off her full ass to her rival as she poured some water onto the black coals. The sizzling sound rose again with steam from the heat. She turned back, placing the handle down and stepped onto the toweled floor. Her body was what every man seemed to want, and that gold micro bikini looked even tinier than it did at the lake. "This seems to be the one place in the spa we can't physically go at each other, but I just thought we should start exactly where we left off earlier today." She licked her pink lips slowly at Zoey and the brown-haired woman copied the motion.
"Hmm, I wouldn't mind getting another taste of you."
"Good, because I'm going to give you a full meal." Anastasia finished and took another step forward. Zoey moved as well, tits bouncing in the silver micro, clit feeling already like it was engorging at the sight of the other woman's tan body. She could only assume her body was having a similar effect on her rival. Now, this was a challenge. A challenge she now she knew she had been missing. They came together in the center of the sauna, bare still dry skin brushed and sent signs of erotic pleasure to their cores.
Breasts touched, and fingers caressed as the two women aligned their bodies, then slowly tilted their heads and pressed their pink lips together starting the first kiss of what they assumed was going to be a long night of them. Standing in the hot wooden sauna, the two sexy women, wearing nothing but strings began a slow longing make out. They squeezed in tighter and opened their mouths wide, letting their tongues trace lightly, hands wrapped around their rival's back but starting to explore using the forming sweat to glide them. Zoey got her first feel of Anastasia's bubble butt and felt her own squeezed for the first time. They pressed closer, placing a leg each between the other's limbs to align more of their bodies. Their full chests began to battle as they fought for space and to compress the other's rack back, moving and sliding on each other erotically as more and more sweat began to drip off of them. Once the fluid had built up, Zoey broke the kiss, leaned down and began to lick and suck Anastasia's exposed neck. The other woman moaned and gave a harder clasp of Zoey's thick ass, kneading the full muscle and then digging her claws in. Zoey then dragged her wet breasts around onto Anastasia's gliding and locked her back into a kiss as they continued to make out in the dry growing heat. This kiss was far more aggressive and gripped tighter into a single ball of women. Only their sexes were heating up faster than the room and they became acutely aware of their micro bikinis, already feeling like barrier that had to be removed for them to finally get at it.
"I'm going to fuck you up Anastasia, and then I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you harder than you ever have been in your life." Zoey whispered as her Anastasia licked her cheek and ear, while Zoey's black nails dug into Anastasia's thick tan ass. They crossed tongues as they switched around, building an erotic tension that was already sky high.
"Very cute Zoey, but it will be me fucking you, while also fucking you up in a way you never have been." Anastasia whispered back threateningly. One of her hands then took small front of Zoey's silver micro thong and pulled it up from the head deeper into Zoey's sex and uncovering her enlarging clit from the side. She did this while her other hand cupped one of Zoey's big sweaty breasts and caressed it playfully right around the nickel sized silver.
"Well, if that's the way you want to play it." Zoey hissed with a cruel smile forming on her pink lips. She matched her rival's pose, taking the gold thong front and jamming the tiny triangle up into Anastasia's labia and grasping a tan tit simultaneously. They stopped kissing and glared at each other, pressed sweaty body on body and letting the anger and hate devour them.
"That's exactly how I want to play with you." And at the same time, the women released the wedged thongs and began to rub with two fingers each, the outer lips of their in-view sweat covered vaginas. It was no longer just one type of secretion that allowed them to slickly add pressure to the pleasure zones. Sticky discharge began to drip as prolifically as the sweat and soak their fingers. They tongue kissed again outside of their mouths and simply wrapped their arms around each other's sweaty backs into a final long wet kiss. A sudden timer rang a few seconds later, signaling 15 minutes in the hotbox was up. Zoey figured Anastasia must have set it before she arrived but neither woman pulled out of their spit filled kiss or was willing to separate their clammy bodies for at least another two minutes.
Finally, Anastasia ended the long smooch with a final nip of Zoey's bottom lip with her pearly teeth. The brown-haired woman hissed again and took a step back. She was tired of letting Anastasia control the engagement in every sense. It was her turn. She smiled and then without warning spit right on Anastasia's face. "You fucking bitch." She added with a twisted grin. The other woman seemed to have expected it however or at least wasn't shocked. She spit right back, landing the glob on Zoey's big tits. "Fuck you, you pathetic slut." The raven-haired woman shot back.
Zoey simply smiled, before suddenly slapping Anastasia's soft left tit with her palm, joggling her rival's breast. "Ow!" Anastasia hissed more surprised than before. She hadn't been expecting that. But Zoey was already turned and stepping out of the dry sauna into the cooler air, her big, toned ass almost shaking at her rival in anticipation, daring her to follow. Her body was an inferno, and she didn't feel the chill of the air at all. The sound of Anastasia shutting the sauna door and coming after her was instant. But Zoey wasn't planning on going far. Just a few steps and Zoey entered the lap and ice pool area. She turned around in her silver micro just in time as Anastasia came to her. There was more space here, and that's what she needed. There was no kissing or playful caresses this time, and with two catty cries they swung harsh slaps and crashed together in a fury of limbs.
"You bitch!"
"Fuck you whore!" Those were the only words that escaped before they devolved into screams, cries, and yelps. Slap, rip, scratch, they screamed in fury and ache as the twin pairs of black nails raked and palms landed on arms, chests and faces in an explosion of movement. A slap to Zoey's face, a returned one to Anastasia that stunned them both, then they locked into a twin headlock, flipping each other back and forth as their nearly nude bodies bumped and slammed in an effort to overpower and throw their rival down to the hard tile.
Releasing the head grabs with a push, and on the edge of the ice pool, the two women locked into a sweaty bear hug, squeezing their enemies' lower backs and crushing her breasts with cries of agony. They moved their slick legs like a quick dance, trying to trip her rival and land on top. Boobs freely bounced, claws scratched, and wet hair was ripped as they shrieked louder and louder. But as they struggled, the sweat on their feet and dripping off their bodies made the tiles even more slick than they already were, and as Anastasia tried to use all her weight to try and suddenly toss Zoey into the ice bath, Zoey's grip on her was relentless. With a scream, the momentum of Anastasia carried them both off the ledge, and they flopped directly into the freezing water. They separated instantly as they submerged in the shallow pool. The freezing sensation was five times colder than the lake on their still burning skin and it shocked Zoey's whole system like needles. It was almost painful at first and the air left her lungs, but it subsided swiftly and turned into a dull ache. The pumping of her blood seemed to flow even quicker to every inch of her form. She gasped in air as she broke the surface, and she heard Anastasia's equally loud gasp a few feet away. The effect on her body was instant, her pussy suddenly felt more active in the cold and her nipples seemed to grow an extra centimeter, threatening to pop her micro silver top right off the tips thanks to the increased flow.
Standing now, Zoey found the pool only went up to her bellybutton at the deepest point. It was a tinier pool, roughly the size of a larger dining room table and equal depth throughout. She glanced over at Anastasia who was still catching her breath, her massive chest going in and out, but her blue eyes locked on the sharp points that seemed to push the gold nickels forward.
"Looks like you are about to pop out of that little gold top." Zoey jeered as she stood up to her full height in the frosty water. She could feel every mark of the scratches and slaps Anastasia had given her amplified due to the chill.
"I think I might, and I think I'm not the only one." Anastasia snipped back, her green eyes staring at Zoey's brown rigid nipples behind the silver. "Why don't we see who is really more erect if you dare?" Anastasia added with a taunting glance, and with that she reached behind herself and undid the tight knots that held her gold bikini top in place.
"Would love too." Zoey replied, and undid her silver knots letting the threads slide off her body and float away in the water alongside the gold sliver. Zoey then glanced at the imposing chest of her rival now that her enemy was topless. She had not seen Anastasia fully bare yet, covered by the lift vest and then the sheet before but she had correctly guessed they seemingly could go cup for cup. Luckily, it seemed Anastasia was equally as intimated by Zoey's chest as she was of hers. The women seemed to freeze in the ice but not due to the cold. Yet, it was too late to back down, there was no stopping this crazy fight, and Zoey flipped her long brown hair back and moved forward to the center of the ice pool and again Anastasia met her there, till their nipples were an inch from touching tip to tip.
Zoey then took the final inch, and they speared each other's areola slowly, neither nipple bending in the cold. They interconnected their bodies in the ice, every nerve more sensitive as they pressed more of their flesh together in the frozen water. Arms wrapped around as nipples dug into the other's meat, hands down in the water, taking a good feel of the ass of their rival.
"Cooled off, enough yet? Bitch." Anastasia said with a loud shiver in her body that trembled all the way to her tongue despite her attempt to hold it in.
"I could be in here all day pressed on you." Zoey said back with chattering teeth as they squeezed each other's hot ass with one hand submerged in the cold to spread their rival's muscular ass cheeks. Zoey would swear she could count every goosebump on her rival's skin and knew her own were both visible and feelable. Zoey's light brown nipples had never been this fully erect, and she couldn't help admiring that the spa treatment must really work for her body to hit this level of sensitivity, though she admitted it likely helped that a woman like Anastasia was pressed up against her as well. But that both excited and pissed her off, and with that wave of anger she leaned back and then slammed her thick bouncing chest directly into Anastasia's with a smack that send waves in the ice pool and led to a loud cry of surprise and agony from her rival.
"You fucking bitch." Anastasia gasped forced back a foot and then, with her hands behind her back, she launched forward tits first and Zoey braced as they collided with the meat on their bodies as both rams and shields. They screamed in anguish, but Anastasia pressed her body forward only by the tits, as they feigned and smashed each other flat with spiky nipples that refused to bend or shrink in this cold erotic battle.
In the icy water, the woman slapped and then pressed their bouncing boobs, crying out from the sensitive nerves exploding from every squishy impact. Their nipples were like spikes, knives cutting into the other's goose bumped cold flesh and Zoey was sure both women could poke the other's eyes out if they got the chance with the stiffness, they both displayed. They had their hands behind their backs though it was loose truce at the best, silently agreeing that only boobs could be used in this fight. The water rolled up and down their thong stringed waists as the splashing sounds filled the room. Finally, Anastasia forced Zoey's ass to the wall of the pool and tried to pin her there by bending her rival back by the waist, but Zoey twinned their legs in the water and put all her weight on Anastasia's as they submerged again. Breaking the surface apart, they flipped their brown and black hair as their bodies took a second to recover from the gripping cold. Zoey felt like she was in shock as the circulation of her blood seemed to spike. She looked at Anastasia hatefully and went at her again, her body showing more definition from the constant flexing in the chill. This time they had each other's hair in their hands as they smacked their increasingly sore tits together. The impacts began to hurt far worse and a surprising ache in their loins, even in the cold, reminded them that breaking the enemy's tits was only a small prize in the grand scheme of this very sexual confrontation.
It was Anastasia who had the realization that finishing the bitch the right way wouldn't work in this ice, and that it would take a long time to break Zoey by only the tits. They had softened each other up though she figured, and the increased sensitivity for both of them would help her win this. Plus, flattening Zoey was not how she wanted to win anyway. They were both in groaning in agony and their cheeks were red from what Anastasia assumed was the start of hypothermia, it was just dangerous for them to be in here this long just as it was the dry sauna. She happened to be by the stairs of pool and gave Zoey a mocking glare. Then, she left the pool without a word, water flowing off her round ass, and she heard Zoey slushing towards the exit as well. "Chase me bitch." She hissed under her breath and walked slowly back towards the saunas. Zoey watched the ass go and moved quicker in order to catch her rival. But Anastasia turned before the saunas, into a room that had the small sign, 'Massage' on it.
Zoey stepped into the room after her wet rival, but didn't even have a second to get her bearings. Her long wet brown hair was taken hold of, and she was pulled to the side with a shriek as she realized Anastasia had laid a small trap, "I think you belong in the mud you fucking trash!"
It was no metaphor, and Zoey's left foot sunk into a gooey substance as she was led by her long brown hair. "What the fuck?!" She screamed and a sudden misstep made her fall face first into a pit. But she caught herself, landing on her hands and knees in the goo, ass in the air with the silver string wedged up between her heart cheeks. It was a very shallow bathtub sized grey pit, used for mud bathes for those very special massages. Zoey looked up at a new sound and on the edge of the pit, standing still in her dislocated golden thong was Anastasia; laughing loudly at her and then was walking away!
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?!" Zoey hissed but Anastasia just flipped her off moving back towards the door.
Maybe she expected Zoey to come after her rather than stay in the mud, or maybe she had actually expected Zoey to throw something but likely miss. But Zoey prided herself on her aim from playing softball for years and making as much a ball out of the glob as she could, she threw it. And when the massive slop of mud slapped into Anastasia's back and ass, she turned back. Zoey was now standing in the mud, "Scared to get dirty with me?" The blue-eyed girl taunted, and rage took over. Anastasia did not want to fight in the mud, but she would NEVER back down from challenge from this slut. And throwing Zoey down and covering her in the mud was somehow appealing enough to get past her reservations. Likely for the first time in her life, Anastasia didn't care about the filth and with that she started walking back as Zoey waited for her.
She didn't wait long, Anastasia stepped into the mud, threw her whole body at Zoey with a scream. They crashed in the mud, then flung each other down into the grey goo. Anastasia inhibitions left once she was down in the mud and with a second cry threw her weight onto Zoey's as they sluggishly rolled a foot each way back and forth in the tub. The grey sludge covered their sexy bodies, turning them into erotic blobs that defined by their hips, waists and tits. They struggled to really fight in this pool, slowed by the sludge and just kept pushing each other around. Two sexy mud figures would appear, crash, push and press, until one would force the other back, or they would roll and separate before coming together again. For a few minutes, anyone watching the two beauties wrestle would not be able to tell them apart. And as one of the blobs left the mud bath with the other jumping on her and them rocking in a tight muddy ball on the floor, they were still indistinguishable.
They rolled around the small room, leaving a dirty trail of grey mud around the massage table in a wide circle. Just two sexy goddesses, obscured by mud, flopping over each other with sexy legs and bouncing asses. They had each other by the filthy hair and were looking to pin their rival on their back, one hot woman on top, then the other, neither able to hold it for more than a few seconds. Finally, it was Zoey who claimed the top spot, only known because the top woman reached down and took hold of the thong of the bottom muddy girl. "This gold doesn't look so good now does it!" She snarled and tore it up her rival's muddy ass.
"Ahh!" The now known Anastasia screamed, and reaching behind Zoey's hot hips, took hold of the silver thong and ripped it up. Now Zoey cried out and they continued their rolling with their right hands holding the back of the strings on their thongs and their left hand still in their rival's hair. But for how thin the micro thongs were, they were seemingly well made because the tight pieces of cloth refused to snap off the muddy women's bodies and only dug more painfully into their rival's ass and crotches. But they were undaunted and both women seemingly took a tighter hold of the back thing threads and ripped them up higher as they rolled, their cries amplified by muddy slaps to the same asses that were taking the strings into them. Then, when she was on the bottom, Anastasia pulled the silver strings down instead of up for once and the silver micro that had been so far wedged up Zoey's ass and pussy held there for an extra second before finally gave way. It made its way down to Zoey's thighs, but all the while her own golden thong was now dragged off her sex as Zoey took retaliation in a similar manner as the rolling continued. But they came to a problem and were unable to bring the little piece of clothes any lower on her adversary's legs without being in a disadvantageous position! The ball of woman separated on the ground and then jumped on their knees and clasped together again in a messy bear hug with their thongs each half down their own legs.
The thongs reduced their mobility as the strings held their own knees together, and the hug ended quickly as the women collapsed down back to the floor of the massage room with a hard push. On their backs, their feet shot forward as they attempted to kick their mud-covered rival and hook their enemy's thong with their toes. Mud flew off their feet, then, they flung what level of handfuls of mud at the other's face. Zoey landed her throw again, Anastasia missing by a mile. With the shot near her green eyes, Anastasia cried out and froze for a second, and that blink was enough time for her gold thong to be hooked by Zoey's big toe and taken the rest of the way off her rival's legs. She flicked the gold away with a laugh. But the laugh died in her throat a second later as the muddy and now nude Anastasia did a wonderful rolling motion directly from her back onto her feet thanks to years of ballet and was on Zoey in a flash. Her fingers took hold of the half-removed thong at Zoey's legs and her rival yelped as it was pulled by her rival's hands. Zoey tried to hold on to her silver cloth and kick Anastasia way, but the advantage of the standing woman was too much. The black-haired woman ripped it down Zoey's calves before it finally slipped off her feet and Anastasia fell back with a cry of triumph before doing a second roll, this time backwards to her feet. But as quickly as she had done that, Zoey had just enough time to recover and had scrambled to her feet to match.
The naked Zoey charged, slamming into her just standing rival, slapping muddy bodies and shoving her back almost 10 feet when Anastasia's thick bare ass hit a glass wall with a groan. They separated for a second on impact, but then Zoey shot her hands forward and sunk her nails into the muddy tits of her rival. Anastasia howled, instantly trying to pull her rival's hands off her puppies. Then failing, she slapped her rival in the face stunning Zoey and forcing her off that way. By accident, or maybe on purpose because Anastasia couldn't stand being covered in mud a second longer, the shower knob was flipped, and a rush of pleasantly warm water came pouring from above. Under were the two arm wrestling women who had locked fingers in the shower. They were starting to tire; the mud wrestling had taken far more strength and energy then they expected and that was after the ice pool titfight. But sexually they were raring to go, and it would only take one moment for the shift into a different type of fight to happen.
Zoey had been so engaged in the physical fight that just for a few minutes, her sexual hunger had been dormant. Now in the shower, seeing Anastasia's body become clean it returned at ten times the intensity. They had pushed each other away and were standing on opposite sides of the pouring water. Anastasia's tan hot body was like a social media star, and Zoey had never fucked someone this hot. She had to do it, her blue eyes seemed to glaze over. She was going to fuck this bitch, but there was something in Anastasia's eyes, something that sent a shiver of fear in her core. They looked glazed too, an equal hunger. Was she the challenge? Was she being hunted like she often hunted? She was going to find out one way or another.
The grey mud on their bodies was washed away, showing their smooth skin from the side spa treatment they were doing together as they fought.
"I think you are soft enough now. Kicking your ass was just the first part for me. Now I'm going to fuck you." Zoey spat at her rival, rubbing away the last bit of grey.
"I was always planning of fucking you, but now you will be nice and tired for me to hold down and make scream." Anastasia hummed back. They went back into the water and pulled each other close by the black and brown hair. Anastasia then kissed her rival hard on the lips. Zoey groaned opened her mouth wide to get as much over rival's wet tongue in as possible before she clapped it with her lips and sucked it hard. Anastasia groaned and wrestled her taster free before diving back in for another round of spit swapping.
The gold and silver micro thongs lay discarded in the mud bath. As if the two minuscule pieces of cloth had been the last objects stopping them from exploding with aggressive sex in their attempt to conquer each other. On their feet in the shower, a nude Zoey pushed a nude Anastasia against the wall of the shower again, this time with her breasts mushroomed into the other fat pair. She put a leg between her rival's thighs and pressed it up onto the warm sex that even was hotter to the touch than the steamy water pouring on them. "Bitch." Anastasia hissed and spanked Zoey's wet ass. The brown-haired woman growled, and moved her leg off, before pressing her hand lightly to her rival's stomach before dragging it down to cup Anastasia's sex. It felt wonderful in her hand. "I'm going to make you cum so fucking hard bitch. I don't get tired when I fuck someone, I don't fucking quit." She whispered as she slowly pressed a finger into her rival. Zoey's mind was driven, all she wanted to do was fuck this bitch. And when Anastasia surrendered like they all did, she would enjoy the slutty body for the rest of the night.
Anastasia's green eyes focused, and even pressed on the wall, she slid her hand between them to take a matching pose and slipped two fingers into Zoey's open sex. Zoey felt herself clinch as her rival gave her a sadistic smile, "You have never fucked someone like me. I break men and women alike and you will be next." Anastasia whispered. Both women hissed as they began to pump each other's gushing pussies and it took only seconds for Anastasia to slide her back down to the floor on the glass while Zoey went with her to continue this face-to-face masturbation. They went down to the tiles on their sides, fingers inside each other, the other arms holding their rival's hair. It only took a few pumps for Zoey to feel a sudden orgasm coming. "What…" She whispered to herself. Had all the fighting really turned her on this much? The answer to that was yes. Pleasure had never come this fast or felt so unstoppable.
"Look at me when I make you cum, bitch." Anastasia suddenly spat and Zoey narrowed her blue eyes as they went lip to lip. "You look at me." She snarled back and she pressed their foreheads together, watching her tan rival attentively. The slight whimpers were the first sign that something big was building, and then the pussies clutching their rival's fingers and the moans. "You bitch, how?" Anastasia whimpered at the last second before she began to breath erratically.
"Fuck you." Zoey gasped, and then, the two fight women brought themselves to a simultaneous orgasm right there on the wet shower floor. "BITCH!" They moaned loudly as their palms were filled with more than just water. The pleasure had spiked in a way that Zoey had never felt. She had just been forced off by her rival and there was a problem. This orgasm exploded her entire body in a way sex with her ex never did, or sex ever. She screamed louder than she ever had in her life and even the running water could hide the high pitch she found. Even Zoey's insane sexual side hadn't expected such powerful sensations from just some fingers before! It made every muscle tense, her limbs constrict, and she felt her sex detonate like a bomb. She had never gone off this hard as she felt her clit implode on itself. "OH GOD!" She cried, and the only thing she could hear was another pitch next to her.
Anastasia was screaming, shattering, and this struggling orgasm lasted a damn near 45 seconds. And when it ended, Anastasia's a few seconds earlier, Zoey flopped to her back on the shower floor gasping. Her ex, her lovers in college. Nobody she had sex with had gotten her off that hard, and with only fingers. What the hell would have happened if she had touched pussies with this bitch? The thought was terrifying.
Zoey had always thought that she could fuck forever, that her lustful crazy couldn't be sated. Had she been wrong? Had she just never been turned on enough? Was her sexual insatiable hunger just finally given the right meal? Another one of those orgasms would break her, and Zoey felt fear. Was it the fight? Was it the situation? Was it just because Anastasia was so fucking hot and bitchy that her body was reacting to the pleasure of being with a thus far equal woman. She looked over at Anastasia, the woman who had just exploded every nerve in her body and felt at least a slight bit of satisfaction that the woman's mouth was hanging open and her eyes seemed wide. The glaze seemed to be gone, for now. The sight cleared Zoey's head and her hunger finally returned. She could fuck her rival down, and now the challenge was even more real. But Anastasia was already moving and though she seemed in a similar state, she looked over at Zoey and licked her red lips. But the tan woman stood and instead of continuing, she flipped the showoff and left the stall. Zoey watched as Anastasia avoided the mud on the floor as best she could before she stood and began to follow. The tan woman grabbed a clean white towel that was on a shelf and exited the massage room without a word. Zoey hissed as she once again gave chase to the slut.
"You fucking slut. Get back here." Zoey growled and walked after her, drying herself and her pussy with the soft cotton towels as she went.
It was impossible to know what Anastasia was thinking or how she was feeling, but her green eyes gave her away. They were fearful, the lustful gaze still there but wary of what they had just felt. This promised long night might be much shorter if they could fuck each other like that Anastasia wondered. She huffed in frustration as she dried herself as she walked. Finished, she didn't discard the towel, she needed it for another purpose. A tiny part of her couldn't believe she was in a spa, fighting and fucking some hot bitch. A bitch who had just made cum in a way that she hadn't experienced before, this fucking Zoey.
But it was happening, and unlike her rival, one place she didn't even attempt to dry was her pussy; it was a faucet. She heard Zoey walking behind her once again, and so she added a flair to her strut, jiggling her magnificent ass as an insult. With no clear direction, she entered the sauna hallway and then decided where to finish this bitch for good. She turned left and went into the final room the two women had not been in together. It was a wet sauna, covered in flower blue and white tiles with a single row of elevated seats and nothing else. An abrasive humid temperature that was different than what they had been in earlier and the thick air filled her lungs as water droplets dripped from the ceiling, re-wetting her just dried skin. She flipped the two used towels onto the ground flat, creating a slightly softer area of the floor in the middle of the small room and then around to face the door.
Zoey walked in a few seconds later, also slightly drier with a towel in hand. But as she saw the setup and watched Anastasia sit down on floor with a daring look on her face, she understood what her rival was getting at. Zoey closed the glass door behind her and placed her own towel on the floor next to her rivals. Onto her glutes she went next and then spread her toned legs, then she spread her pussy with two fingers. "This is what you want right bitch? You want an apology, try right now and fuck it out of me. And I'll make you scream your regret for trying."
"That's exactly what I want bitch. That sweet apology, and to fuck you harder than you ever have been in your pathetic life. I'm more than ready to fight you sex on sex. It's been too long already for us to get here." Anastasia snarled taking a similar pose with her sex open and dripping. They taunted each other, glanced down at the appearing clits that seemed to be swelling in their moment to meet. Zoey was fearful, and yet hopeful that it would be figured out now. Was the sex monster in her truly unsatiable? Or did it just need a slut like Anastasia to fuck into paste. The ultimate challenge to conquer.
After daring each other multiple times, they moved forward in unison, but to ensure that the towels didn't squish, they raised their asses in the air as they went. Then, they worked to cross their legs, Anastasia's left-over Zoey's right and Zoey's left-over Anastasia's right. Their shoulders flexing as they held this position, weighed down by their meaty chests. There was no hesitation otherwise. They met with their asses suspended in the air, pussy on pussy totally connected. Like two live wires, and sexual sparks exploded.
"UGH!" They groaned in unison, beginning to flex hips as sweat shot off their bodies, while water dripped from the roof, and cum dripped between their legs. But they stayed hovering for almost a minute, leaning into each other and increasing the pressure now fully pressed between their horny bodies. Zoey had known Anastasia's pussy was going feel good, she only hoped it wouldn't feel THAT good. It was that good. It was so smooth and wet, and her body seemed to annoyingly react like it was happy to be fucked by this bitch, the exact feeling that would lose her this sexual duel. But her rival looked just as frustrated, and there was no doubt Anastasia wasn't feeling just as good. But neither would ever admit the slut fucking her was giving her more pleasure than any other lover had. So instead, they glared as they tribbed on the mat in the humid blue sauna, strangers less than 24 hours ago, now locked by their pussies and exposed in every way.
Zoey's full tits bounced on her body as she moved, nipples still sharp and her sex easily feeling Anastasia's clit and her own slash and flick. It was a long pussy kiss that grew wetter and wetter as they finally settled back down on their behinds on the towels. Zoey had to stare at her rival's perfect tan body, her full chest, her thick ass and her thin waist, all bronzed without a single line of imperfection. The bitch's snarky face was contorted, trying to hold back the pleasure that they shared, and Zoey knew the same look was on her own features as their clits had their longest standoff yet.
"I knew you wanted to fuck me the second you tried to outdo me on that dock." Zoey hissed over the sounds of their sex. It broke the silence and forced Anastasia to open her green eyes and stare at her rival, sexy body and all.
"Please, you clearly just wanted to fuck me too! But this is the right way for us to do this. It's the only way to find out which of us is sexier by forcing the other to cum so hard she has to submit!" The black-haired woman spat, feeling her pussy yearn to explode but pushing it down hard.
"That's fucking right and it's going to be you." Zoey snarled but her rival didn't respond, deciding to glare harshly instead. Another minute passed of their hips moving and Anastasia was moaning uncontrollably, Zoey's figure giving her sensations she hadn't felt in years. The pussy of her rival was unbelievable, and the dance and duel of their clits was perfect in the worst way. She traced the thin lines of Zoey's flexed body with her eyes, soft and hard, she wanted to destroy it and earn the rest of her holiday. She now figured that this fuck would be enough to satisfy her for months, but only if she won. Only if she could overthrow this sexy woman with her long brown hair, smooth sand skin, and cocky face. But it was a battle of wills, and first blood was taken just three minutes in. Zoey came lightly; at least in comparison of what it could have been. Her clit was pushed back by her rivals, the two squishy nubs pressing. She cried out but she returned the favor a second later, making Anastasia gasp as her clitoris was crushed before recovering quickly. The orgasms seemed to grow something, the sexual demons crying out. Neither slowed and pushed through the shaking in their limbs and the very short relapse period they both suffered from the growing hill of pleasure.
The humid fuck went on another few minutes, taunting slowly giving way for just grunts, groans, and slaps of nether flesh meeting as the two beautiful women tried to settle it on the sauna floor. There was no more kissing and reaching for each other's tits only slowed their humping which was pretty much taboo at this point. But Zoey was slowly gasping for more humid air into her burning lungs and feeling more pressure in her loins than she had ever experienced. This didn't happen, she never was the first tired or broken during sex, but her rival was not slacking, and Zoey's control of her urges started to falter.
They locked eyes, blue and green, pupils dilated to the fullest of sizes, trying to capture and burn this hot bitch into their memory forever. They hadn't changed positions since their last kiss earlier, just letting their groins settle it all. But it was then and there that Zoey's seemed to give an inch of space and then start to dawdle even more. "God, fuck." She whimpered quietly, and Anastasia seemed to hear it, her ears perking and her eyes narrowing like a predator closing on its prey. Zoey hated Anastasia, and more and more she felt like she was getting fucked, rather than them fucking each other. "You bitch." Zoey cried, and Anastasia hissed back, "You're going to be my bitch." And pressed forward harder, looping her arms around Zoey's leg so her rival couldn't back off an inch.
"Fuck!" Zoey cried, and something that had never happened in her short-lived marriage, or in her sexual life. An orgasm, forced out of her like no other. This was out of her control, and it was surprising as it was horrific in the circumstance. An orgasm that seemed to be more intense, and the sexual glaze that took over seemed to snap away. Zoey let out a surprising banshee like wail, her hands giving out and she collapsed down on her back to the towel. Every muscle in her body seemed to flex and she couldn't help holding her own tits with her hands a few seconds. The shift of her rival's position gave Anastasia a second of much needed sexual relief and she pushed back the growing pressure in her loins. Then, she moved forward, shifting her own body up, until she had mounted Zoey in their continued wet trib. Zoey tried to throw her rival off, but Anastasia had already lifted her rival's left leg to her shoulder and fully opened her rival's pussy open before pressing her own dripping pussy down onto it once again flexing her incredible tan ass.
She began to grind their sexes in a more advantageous position, controlling the flow of their sweaty fuck. "You bitch, I hate you!" Zoey cried as held back another orgasm, but it was far closer than she expected. Anastasia looked down at her with wild green eyes, panting wildly, but she licked her lips at Zoey like she was a meal finally prepared on her back. Then she thrust her bubble ass like she never had, and they cried out as their pussies created the largest connected surface area yet.
"You said I had to fuck that apology out of you right? Zoey?! Well, I think I will do just that!" Anastasia screamed, as she sent her left hand down and filled it with Zoey's right breast as she began to hump her rival aggressively. They moaned as Zoey met her thrust for thrust at first, but she was starting to feel pleasure she could no longer control. Anastasia's fleshy love knub seemed to find Zoey's again and again as they mated like wild animals. The brown-haired woman screamed, squirmed and spat, slapping her rival's tits and ass when she had the energy but doing little else than fuck back with all her remaining strength. It went on for maybe three minutes in the heat, the sexual position not changing and as Zoey felt her clit, her pride, meet her rival's again, she felt it squished in way that she never had before this night. "Oh god!" She cried. The aggression, the battle, and now this sexy bitch was fucking her to insanity. Sensation she couldn't push down seemed to peak, seemed to break the dam of her sex and Zoey Draga let out a wail that was higher pitched than any other. Her swelled pussy flexed and spasmed, and she let out a wail as she came, her clit suddenly pushed back, and it felt like Anastasia's sex was conquering the battle between them. She came, nearly squirting, her entire body spasming. The orgasm carried on for a near 45 seconds, five times stronger than the one from her rival's fingers. The tanned woman rode her expertly, flicking clits when she needed too and squeezing Zoey's nipple at the right time. Anastasia was breathless but a small grin was on her lips as she felt Zoey break under her. Her sexual hunger felt good, but not full and that was fine. She had all night. "I beat your clit, bitch. I fucked you and you couldn't fuck me. Give me that apology, Zoey, and I promise to only fuck you for a few more hours."
"Oh my god, fuck you." Zoey whimpered, so this is what satisfaction was. And it came not from a lover but a mortal nemesis. If only her ex could see her now. Zoey felt nearly fully satisfied, but this is the one time she didn't want to be. Ironic. She hated the Anastasia had just fucked her harder than she could fuck her rival, her body fulfilled and starting to surrender. The words of the apology almost came to her lips as she looked up at her rival. Anastasia had caught her breath, and Zoey couldn't tell if the woman had also cum, but if she had it was nowhere near as overwhelming. There was so much discharge between them outside of the sweat and water that it was impossible to tell which woman had spread more cum between their oozing sexes. But when the top woman opened her eyes, the emeralds sparkled with achievement.
She licked Zoey's sweaty calf that still rested on her shoulder, then spit on Zoey's belly. "I'm actually glad you didn't apologize right away, Zoey. Doing this to you makes me feel more alive than anything I have ever felt, and now you will take it." She leaned down, letting her rival's leg fall to the mat and gave Zoey's left nipple a light bite before sucking it harder than before.
Zoey cried out, pain and pleasure mixing, until Anastasia ran her tongue toward Zoey's neck and sucked the soft skin while Zoey whimpered. "Time for your humiliation." The sexy woman moaned, then sat back up shifting forward until she was school pinning Zoey to the ground, her tan thick ass resting on Zoey's crushed boobs.
"Let's use that mouth a bit before you make that sweet apology." Anastasia taunted, and then she began rubbing her wet pussy on Zoey's face, sliming the cheeks and mouth of her rival with their hybrid cum. Zoey resisted, groaning as her face was smeared. She reached up and clawed her rival's big tits, but she had little strength left and Anastasia slapped them away. "Get that tongue out slut." Anastasia ordered, but Zoey shook her head defiantly and rocked as much as she could on the soaked towels. "No? Well, I'm sure you will change your mind soon." Anastasia hissed, then she drooled a line of spit out of her pink lips down onto Zoey's face, mixing even more liquids onto it.
"No…" Zoey moaned, but it was getting hopeless. Looking up at the hot slut filled her anger but it wasn't enough. Yet, as Anastasia again brought her pussy forward, Zoey gave it her all. She threw her legs up and hit the bitch in the back with her knees. Anastasia flopped forward and Zoey escaped the pin by going under her rival, sliding on her back down, passing the wet pussy and ass of her rival, almost getting fully face sat if the sweat hadn't made her so slick. But Anastasia was up quickly and turned with a curious smile as Zoey was on her hands and knees facing the door. "You lost bitch, accept it or it's gonna get even worse for you."
Zoey's confidence in her sexual skill was shattered, her pussy out done by the other woman's sex. Unable to take as much pleasure than Anastasia was devastating and being forced off like a common slut was humiliating. She had wanted a challenge, but she always expected to win. After throwing her rival off, and in her final strand of fury and humiliation; she threw a wild kick and hit Anastasia in the shoulder, then turned and crawled desperately away from her rival. She felt defeated yet the smallest part of her was only thinking of escape and recovery if possible. Was there any chance of a second wind? The feeling of that ice pool came back to her, when her body had reacted in such a way. The ice water might be her only hope for her body to be shocked back into form. It was a long shot, but she would take anything rather than be forced to suck this bitch off and give the desired apology before being fucked all night like a whore.
Anastasia sat up rubbing her shoulder, her pussy sore, her body worn-out but watching Zoey crawl away gave her a thrill unlike any she had ever felt. And the need to have this slut suck her off would drive her forward to finish this mortal enemy. She stood nude in the wet sauna with a short stretch and slowly walked after her rival out of the wet sauna, relishing the hunt.
Zoey had tears running out of her eyes as she got the edge of the ice pool in time and simply flopped in like a seal. The cold water had some of the effect she had hoped for, and she felt a rush as her body cooled instantly and some feeling in her sex and legs returned in a way she hoped. But she had to be fast before Anastasia caught her in the pool, and she crawled out of the freezing liquid as quickly as she had been in. Anastasia was right behind her, the woman herself taking a short dip into the ice bath by the stairs on the other side and coming out with a deep breath as her own body recovered in a similar way. Refreshing was the key word, and she slicked her long black hair back as she moved forward with glowing eyes and a body of a goodness. Though she was tired, and her legs wanted to give up, she felt exhilarated, and she strolled with a sexy strut after her pathetically crawling rival, hungry to finish the job and that slut of a woman for good. Her green eyes followed Zoey's incredible unprotected ass as the woman slunk the way they had just came, and then surprisingly into the dry sauna in which they started this night, and undaunted, Anastasia followed her.
She came in and shut the glass door just in time to see Zoey up and pouring water on the coals before turning to face the arrival on her knees. "We agreed not to fight in here, but fucking you was not against our deal." Zoey hissed moving back slightly to give space to her opponent on the slightly very lightly damp towel on the floor. Anastasia raised an eyebrow while squeezing her tits in her hands, "I believe you already lost this night, but if this is where you want to suffer your defeat, I'll oblige you, Zoey."
"Bring it bitch, I'm not done." Zoey snapped feeling her clit and nipples go erect once again thanks to the spa. But Anastasia's body was having a similar reaction and Zoey could see her rival's clit swell and her nipples again go sharp.
"Are you sure? After you nearly passed out getting fucked by my clit in that humid air? My pussy just beat yours, slut. I'm the better woman, and you really should just submit now and live with your shame."
"Fuck you." Zoey snapped, "Fucking get on your knees and settle it then."
"Knees? Scared of my pussy? You should be." Anastasia taunted, spreading her lower lips with her hands and showing off her clit with her hand. "After I finish you, I'll make you eat it properly this time." Anastasia threatened, but she dropped to her knees on the towel across from Zoey as the heat once again began to rise in the room rapidly. It was like they were back in the boat form earlier the day, but now so much had happened since that first little skirmish.
Now they faced off for what felt would be like the final time. Then, in the burning dry sauna where they had first started this night, they slammed their big sore tits into a compression with a groan. Without the sweat, they grinded harshly but quickly they began to slicken. Then, without hesitation, they each shot two fingers into the other's wet pussy, desperately looking to finish it for good leaning their weight on the other.
They were in identical stances, on their knees, right hands down and between legs, two fingers pumping the other woman's pussy. The other hand around, nails digging into their rival's left taut ass cheek, making sure her sexy rival couldn't escape the pleasure. Zoey tried to squeeze her rival's fingers with her cunt, but it was too slick and just had to take the pleasure. Anastasia's sex was so wet warm, but the hate she felt, the frustration from having her clit out fucked drove her wild. Anastasia grunted but sped up as well, thrusting her fingers deep into Zoey feeling the cunt that had been giving her so much pleasure and pain. They both cried a few times when the cold to hot sensations got their clits and nipples erect once again, then they locked eyes and held in any further groans.
Zoey stuck out her tongue towards her chin and moved forward not having to say what she wanted. It met Anastasia's who did the same, letting the two bumpy fronts of their tongues rub and held them still pressed together. Some mixed drool dripped off the touching tips, and waited to see who would pull away when she inevitably came. Every part of their bodies at sexual war and starting to break down in the passion. Their clits were somehow engorged again, long out of their fleshy hoods, drawn out by the spa treatment and their rival's sexiness. They switched from pumping to flicking their clits. They finally both let out moans and whimpers but kept their tongues touching, knowing the game and meaning behind their long-held touch.
The panting from their open mouths, the moans from deep in their throats and each press of their clits better than the last. Zoey couldn't last again; she was about to scream just like she had in the wet sauna. But Anastasia's pretty face was equally contorted, her green eyes squeezed shut, her breath coming in ragged pants that hit Zoey's mouth in waves. They were both there. Both on the very edge. And neither of them was breaking first because they were breaking at the exact same instant.
"You first," Zoey gasped through gritted teeth, her hips jerking involuntarily into the fingers between her legs.
"You," Anastasia hissed back, voice shaking, her own pussy clutching at Zoey's knuckles.
Their tongues, which had been touching this whole time, finally broke apart only because they had to scream. The orgasms hit them in the exact same heartbeat. A twin wail, almost identical in pitch, ripped through the wooden room as both women's pussies clenched on their rival's fingers at the same second. Their hips spasmed in unison. Their bodies arched at the same angle. The dry heat amplified everything until they were just two women on their knees, locked together, coming on each other's hands at the same moment, neither able to claim that hers had landed first because the truth was undeniable to both of them.
The orgasm carried on. Forty seconds, fifty, neither willing to let go of the other's hair, neither willing to break the tongue contact that had restarted somewhere in the middle of it, neither willing to be the one who collapsed first because that would feel like losing. But the dry heat had taken everything they had left, and finally they slumped at the same time, sagging into each other like two boxers in the last round of a fight that had no winner. They went down to the towels on their sides, fingers still buried in each other, mouths still close enough that their breath mixed, eyes finally opening and locking, blue to green, both glazed, both wrecked.
"You came first," Zoey whispered. It wasn't true and she knew it wasn't true and Anastasia knew it wasn't true.
"You came first," Anastasia whispered back. Same lie. Same instant.
Neither could move. Their bodies were spent in a way that neither had ever felt before. The dry sauna heat was suffocating now and the air was thick enough to make every breath an effort. Their fingers slid free of each other's wetness only because their wrists had no more strength to keep them where they had been.
"Get up," Anastasia rasped finally, eyes still closed.
A long minute passed. Then another. The heat was becoming dangerous; both of them knew they had to get out of the sauna or pass out in it. Zoey moved first, only because she happened to be the one closest to the door, and even that took everything she had. Anastasia, seeing it, found her own remaining scrap of energy and pushed up too, refusing to be the one who lay on the floor while the other stood. Neither could fully stand. They crawled, side by side, to the glass door. Zoey reached it first and pushed it open. Cool air hit them like a wave and they both gasped at the relief.
They lay in the hallway for another long minute, half in the doorway, half out, breathing.
"This isn't settled," Anastasia eventually said, her voice scraped raw.
"No," Zoey agreed. Her voice was the same.
"Our agreement was that the loser would leave the hotel."
Neither of them said anything for a long while after that. They had both felt it, the exact same second. There was no version of the night that could pretend otherwise. Zoey had been ridden into the floor in the wet sauna; Anastasia had been wrung out under Zoey's fingers in the same wet room a different way. The dry sauna had been the tiebreaker and it had not broken. They had broken together.
Eventually one of them, Zoey, barely, got herself onto her feet. She wrapped a towel around her body, picked up another for the floor under her, and stumbled out of the sauna hallway toward the spa lobby. There was a row of cushioned recliners by the heated lap pool, and she made it to the nearest one and collapsed onto it sideways, asleep before her head touched the cushion. Anastasia, when she finally followed a few minutes later, didn't bother looking for her rival. She found a recliner across the lobby, behind the partition by the jacuzzi, and went down the same way.
They slept in the same building, twenty feet apart, both completely spent, both still undefeated. Both still undefeating.
The morning staff arrived at seven and found them. Two guests, draped in white towels, asleep on lounge chairs. Two faces that went bright red with mortification when they were politely woken and asked if everything was alright. They mumbled something about falling asleep after a late massage, and the staff was too well-trained to question it. Neither met the other's eye on the walk back to the changing hall. Zoey took her silver micro bikini down from the wall on her way out. Anastasia took the gold one from beside it a moment later. Both made it back to their rooms without exchanging a word in the hallway.
Five more days of the holiday stretched ahead of them. Neither left. The agreement had been clear and they both knew exactly what it had said, loser leaves the hotel, cuts her holiday short, but there had been no loser, so there was nothing to enforce. They tried to avoid each other for those five days and mostly succeeded. Zoey took her dock chair in the middle of the deck; Anastasia kept the solo one in the far corner. They ate at different times. They never spoke. But across the dock each afternoon, each could feel the other's eyes on her body without ever catching her looking. The bikinis got more modest as the days went on, both of them. There was nothing left to prove to anyone but each other, and that one thing was not going to be proven on the dock.
On the last day Zoey did one final swim and one final long look across the deck at the woman in the corner chair. Anastasia met her eyes and did not look away. They held the stare for a long moment, both knowing exactly what it meant, neither willing to be the one who turned away first. Eventually it was the lifeguard ringing the closing bell that broke it. Zoey packed her bag and got in the car and went home, and that was the end of the lake holiday. Or so she thought.
A few weeks later, Zoey was in the back of her coffee shop in the middle of a long shift. Relaxing on her phone in the back, she opened her email app and was surprised to see a new email in her inbox labeled, 'Unfinished.' She clicked it open.
It has been three weeks since the lake. Three weeks of telling myself it was settled, that what happened in that dry sauna was something two adults could leave at the lake and move on from. I have not moved on. From the way you looked at me on the dock on that last afternoon, I do not believe you have either.
Our agreement was that the loser would leave the hotel. Neither of us did, because neither of us was the loser. We came in the same instant. You felt it the exact second I did, and we both know exactly what that means. Your pussy and mine, in the dry sauna, on the floor we crawled to after the wet room. The same second. No one was conquered. No one submitted. We both gave way at the same moment, and then we lay there for ten minutes pretending it could be lived with.
It cannot be lived with. Not by me. And from the way you stared at me from across the dock for five days afterward, not by you either.
A draw is the one outcome neither of us was prepared for. I came on that trip looking to find someone who could not break me. I found her. You came looking for the same. We found each other, and instead of an answer we got a question I will not let go of for the rest of my life if I do not get to test it again.
So I am writing to propose a rematch. Different hotel, different week, same arrangement. Loser leaves. No tie this time. If we get there again I will be ready, and if I read you correctly, so will you. A plane ticket and a reservation will follow this email if you respond yes. I have already picked the location.
For motivation, in case three weeks have made you doubt that any of it actually happened, I have attached a photograph. The same pussy that came against yours in the wooden sauna. The same pussy that intends to settle this argument the next time we meet.
With expectation,
Anastasia Almade'
The photo attached was taken from what looked like an expensive desk in a corner office. Anastasia's legs, in a hiked-up pencil skirt, nothing covering her pussy. It looked exactly as Zoey remembered it from the spa, smooth and pink and dangerous, except now she had a photo to keep.
Zoey stared at it for longer than she would ever admit later. Then she walked to the staff bathroom, locked the door, and took a matching photograph of her own. Spread two fingers. Took the picture. Sat back down at the staff desk and drafted her reply.
I have been thinking about it too. About the exact second your clit and mine gave way at the same time, and neither of us could finish what we started. It eats at me the way I assume it eats at you, because the alternative is admitting that I cannot beat another woman, and neither of us is going to admit that.
So yes. Send the ticket and the date. I will come and you and I will find out which of us was supposed to win that night. The pussy you have a photo of is the one that is going to settle it. Here is the one that will settle it on your end.
With matching expectation,
Zoey Daraga'
She attached her photograph. She hit send. She locked her phone and went back out to the counter where a regular was ordering a flat white, and she smiled and took his card and made his drink, and for the first time since the divorce she did not feel anything other than alive. She had not made a holiday enemy. She had made an enemy for life, and she was already counting the days until the ticket arrived.
