[man-of-sea]

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A hidden agenda

Brad, with his graying hair and weathered features, settled into the hot tub, the warm water soothing his aching muscles from the intense wrestling match. Zoey, her lithe body glistening with a sheen of sweat, climbed in beside him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and desire. She straddled him, her bare thighs brushing against his as she leisurely rode up and down his legs, seeking his hardening cock.

"Tell me, Zoey," Brad inquired, his voice a low rumble, "What drew you to the thrill of wrestling?"

Zoey's smile was devilish as she began her story, her hips still moving in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. "It all began when I was 18, during a summer at our beach house in La Hola. The house was secluded, and I loved wandering around au naturel, basking in the sun without a single tan line."

She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear as she continued, "My mom and I would often compete to see who could get the deepest tan. One afternoon, I told her I was going out to sunbathe and that she could join me. I lay on the lounger, feeling the sun caress my naked skin, when I heard the back door close."

Suddenly, hands began rubbing baby oil onto her back, and Zoey knew instantly it wasn't her mom. "I moaned softly, thinking my mom was there, but when I opened my eyes, I saw Kathy, my cousin, just a year older, kneeling beside me. She was pouring baby oil down my back, her fingers digging into my shoulders."

Zoey paused, her hips still moving, her story enticing him. "I was about to confess my new boyfriend, Tom, when I felt Kathy's nails dig into my skin. I turned around, and there she was, the rage plain in her eyes."

"Stealing my boyfriend, was she?" Brad probed, his cock now fully erect beneath her.

Zoey chuckled, her body undulating against him. "I told her Tom wanted her more, and that's when all hell broke loose. We rolled off the lounger, and the fight was on. Flesh against flesh, elbows and knees flying as we tussled in the sand, our passion and anger intertwined."

Brad's hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, fingertips tweaking her nipples. "And what happened next?" he growled, his need palpable.

Zoey's eyes blazed with lust as she whispered, "We fucked, Brad, right there in the sand. The sand grains rubbed against our sweaty bodies, heightening every sensation as we gripped, gouged, and grappled, until we both collapsed, exhausted and sated."

Zoey's story had Brad hard and throbbing beneath her. He gripped her hips, lifting her subtly against his cock. "And that was the beginning of your love for wrestling?" he asked, his voice strained.

She grinned, a wicked curl of her lips as she began to slide up and down against him slowly. "Yes, it fueled my desire for both the fight and the fuck. And today, I caught you, didn't I?"

In the hot, steamy tub, their bodies tightened together. Zoey began to ride him in earnest, her skin slick against his, matching the ferocity of her late cousin's dueled passion with equally fierce intentions of her own.

Zoey's question hung in the air, a teasing challenge. She slid up and down against Brad, her pussy teasing his cock, while her lips nibbled at his earlobe. "Well, Bradley, how about you share? What kindled your interest in such carnal contests?"

Brad, his body responding to her touch, began to play with her nipples, his thumbs circling the sensitive peaks. "Well, if you insist on knowing," he murmured, his fingers deftly teasing her. "It all started when I was just a young lad, about 10 or 11 years old. I used to sneak into my older brother's room and sneak a peek at his *Playboy* magazines, the ones he kept hidden under his bed."

Zoey's laugh was low and sultry, her hips continuing their slow, seductive dance. "And what did those magazines reveal to you, my curious child?"

"One issue had a special photo essay about women boxing," Brad continued, his voice growing huskier as his fingers pinched her nipples, drawing a gasp from her. "The pictures and the story captivated me. It was about this reporter in LA who had to box a woman for an assignment. I dreamt of being him, living such exciting and virile adventures."

"Mmm, I can see how that would ignite a young imagination," Zoey purred, her teeth grazing his neck.

"Then came that fateful summer," Brad went on, his body tensing beneath her. "We were off camping, and my brother brought his girlfriend and her twin sister along. We ventured into the wilderness, and during one particularly memorable hike, they stumbled upon a serene beaver pond."

"Oooh, I'm listening," Zoey cooed, her pace faster now, her excitement building.

"I trailed behind them like a shadow, hidden in the underbrush. When we reached the pond, the sisters, both nearly naked, began to tussle, splashing and fighting playfully in the water. Their laughter was intoxicating, their bodies sleek and wet, glistening under the sun."

Zoey's hips moved in sync with her fantasy, her hands clutching his shoulders. "And what happened next?"

Brad's eyes lit up, recalling the scene vividly. "My brother egged them on, and the twins, fueled by a mix of sibling rivalry and flirtation, escalated it from play to a full-blown wrestling match. They rolled on the sandy bank, limbs entangled. One would grab a fistful of hair, the other a wrist, their breasts heaving with effort and laughter."

"Ah, the beauty of competition," Zoey murmured, her movements becoming more fervent, her body aching with need.

"Their skin glistened with sweat, their cheeks were flushed. They pinned each other, their bodies arching, muscles taut. They were a swirl of thighs and breasts, slapping mouths and growling challengers. And beneath it all, the raw, undeniable energy of lust."

Zoey's climactic breath was ragged against his ear as her pussy, wet and hot, matched the rhythm of his panting. "And that's when you realized the allure of struggle, yes?"

"Every night after, in my tent, I'd replay it in my mind, my young reason yearning to join that passionate fray."

Their bodies merged, a dance of feral hunger and mud-yearning force, each lost in the euphoric tapestry of remembered and heightened desire.

Zoey's hips began to buck faster, her body meeting his with a feral intensity, a hungry craving that drove them both to the edge of abandon. "So," she asked, her voice throttled with need, "What about your exes? Were they into this sort of thing?"

Brad's eyes were hooded, his voice a guttural rasp. "No, they thought it was weird. My second ex, in fact, insulted me, calling me a pervert. I think that's why she managed to get a chunk of my fortune—planned to humiliate me in front of the board."

The words were barely out of his mouth before Zoey bore down on him with a primal cry, her release spurring him on. "OMG, Brad, yes!!!" she screamed, her body convulsing as he unloaded deep within her, his cock throbbing with the force of his climax.

As their bodies shuddered through the waves of pleasure, Zoey nuzzled his chest, her fingers tangling lightly in his damp hair before trailing across to his nipples. "You know, I don't think you're a pervert," she teased, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. "I rather like this interest of yours."

Brad panted, his chest heaving, a sated smile curving his mouth. "I'm glad to hear it."

Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she reached between his thighs, her fingers once again probing softly, gauging his recovery. "And you'll be ecstatic to hear this, darling. I was thinking, what if I and a friend of mine... let's say, we give you a special treat?"

"Oh, really?" Brad's breath caught, his senses already stirring with renewed anticipation. "I think I would very much like that."

Zoey's finger brushed his inexorably rousing cock, her voice low and enticing. "I was thinking about Sabina at the office. She and I hit it off, you know, and I've managed to see her... well, naked. She's quite the specimen. I know you're a connoisseur of tits and ass, and I think she'll have you all sorts of hot and bothered."

Brad's smile broadened, a devilish glint in his eye. "And what makes you think that, little one?"

Zoey leaned in, whispering against his skin. "Because, you see, I know she enjoys boxing. In fact, we've been sparring quite a few times. And this weekend, well, let's say she and I plan on giving you a show you'll not soon forget."

Brad groaned, a sensation of pleasure and anticipation coursing through him. "You've got me on the edge as it is. You really think you can set this up?"

Her laugh was sultry, full of promise. "Trust me, darling. This weekend will be unforgettable. Now, why don't you relax, and let me ride you to another wave of bliss?"

With that, Zoey began to move once more, her sights set on drawing him back to the cusp of ecstasy, her plans for the weekend already beginning to unfurl in a tapestry of erotic possibility.

Later that week, Zoey met Sabina at the gym, her eyes gleaming with excitement and a touch of mischief. They settled into a quiet corner, away from prying eyes, where the air was thick with the scent of sweat and the anticipatory thrill of what was to come.

"I've got quite the plan for you and me," Zoey began, leaning in close. "I want to give Brad a show he won't forget. But, of course, it involves a bit of sport first."

Sabina's expression was guardedly curious. "Sport? You mean wrestling? I've heard whispers of your playful brawls."

Zoey grinned. "Exactly. And I thought, why not spike it up a notch? You and I, in the ring, putting on a show for Brad. What do you say?"

Sabina's interest piqued, but her answer was careful. "I'd consider it. But what's in it for me? You know I'm always looking to climb a rung or two socially."

Zoey clucked her tongue. "How about I tell you it's just the beginning? Brad has a bit of weight to his name, and he's been looking for someone with a bit of spunk. Think of him as a...new opportunity."

Sabina's eyes narrowed, a sly smile hinting at her true intentions. "Fine. I'm in. But I want to set the stage. We use the gym's ring after hours. I've got a seat picked out, right by the ring, where Brad can watch us up close."

Zoey nodded, her plan already unfurling. "Perfect. We'll come in wearing trench coats, adding a bit of mystery. Five minutes each to titillate him before we step into the ring."

Sabina chuckled darkly. "Oh, I plan to titillate, all right. I'll tease him, taunt him, maybe even a little show of what's to come. A peek, a touch, just enough to make his blood boil."

"Mmm, I adore the sound of that," Zoey mused, her mind already racing with possibilities. "And inside, three two-minute rounds with a one-minute rest in between. The final third round goes until there's only one left standing."

Sabina smirked, rolling her shoulders back. "And the loser gets to watch the winner fuck Brad in front of her. I'll make you beg."

Zoey grinned, a wicked glint in her eye. "I expect nothing less. Now, in those final minutes before the ring, I'll let him preview what I've got. A glimpse of thigh, a flash of flesh. Maybe even a mock grapple, to stir the pot."

"Oh, and I'll take things further," Sabina purred. "I'll nip at you, claw at you, my hands all over where they shouldn't be. Tease a nipple, cup a breast. I'll be painting quite a picture for him."

Zoey's smile sharpened. "And in the ring, I'll squeeze your ass, groping you hard, pulling you close, grinding against you for effect. I want him to see every bit of our fight, every bit of our desire."

Sabina nodded, her eyes never leaving Zoey's. "I'll squeeze every fucking inch of you, drown him in a spectacle of bodies. And when I pin you, I'll ride you hard, mount you like he's watching you helplessly thrash. I want that cock aching for me."

"I'm counting on it," Zoey replied, her voice a low promise. "And when one of us is left standing, it'll be a sight to behold."

Their plan set, the illicit anticipation simmering between them, they parted ways, each lost in the salacious fantasy of what the weekend would bring. The gym's ring, initially meant for discipline, would soon become a stage for the ultimate test of desire and dominance, and Brad would be the prize.

Friday evening rolled around, the air thick with anticipation and the promise of a night to come. Zoey slipped into a trendy restaurant where she knew Brad was waiting, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. She wore an outfit that caught his eye immediately, her movements fluid and alluring as she walked toward their table.

"Hello, my eager pupil," Zoey purred, her voice a low, sensual octave. "I've been planning your experience with great care."

Brad's eyes sparkled with anticipation, his cock stirring at the mere sight of her. "I can hardly wait. Tell me, what does the evening hold?"

Zoey leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. "Well, my dear, I've secured our arena. I met with Jimmy, the gym's owner, and left him with an envelope...let's say, stuffed with appreciation. He'll be out of our way tomorrow night."

Brad raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Hot damn. I appreciate your dedication."

Zoey chuckled, her fingers trailing a path down his arm. "I aim to please. So, here's the key," she said, pressing a sleek metallic object into his palm. "It's all set. Sabina and I will meet you at the gym tomorrow evening. We'll be at our tantalizing best."

Brad's grip tightened around the key, his mind already racing with the possibilities. "And what about the rules? The plan?"

Zoey's smile was salacious, her eyes gleaming with promise. "Oh, we've thought of everything. Five minutes to warm him up outside the ring, three two-minute rounds, and a final titillating round until only one of us remains. The loser gets to watch the other take her victory... in the most intimate of ways."

Brad's breath hitched, his body already responding to the mental images she was painting. "Fuck, Zoey. You're going to make me cum right here if you keep talking like that."

Zoey laughed, a throaty sound that seemed to wrap around him. "No, my darling. You hold on to that arousal. Tomorrow, you'll have all the release you can handle. Get ready for a show that will leave you breathless."

They continued through their dinner, the promise of the weekend heavy in the air, each anticipating the night to come with growing fervor. Brad, already hooked, counted the hours until he could watch the erotic spectacle that awaited him in the ring.