[Kayla]

Please warmly WELCOME Roberto, a newcomer to catfighting fiction, who wrote the following - very, very - sexy story of me clashing with a Ukranian athlete after me being with her girlfriend. Note that Part 2 doesn't contain any catfighting, but is quite hot - winks! - and builds up for another confrontation with Veronika. Hope you enjoy!  

And please post comments & ENCOURAGE Roberto to write more!  

Hugs

Kayla

****

GIRLS FIGHTING OVER A GIRL: KAYLA Versus VERONIKA
By Roberto


Leaving the stadium with her teammates, Kayla ate a light dinner at the hotel restaurant then snuck out for drinks at a nearby bistro. She was on her third drink when she felt someone ease in beside her and take a seat at the bar. “Hello, Kayla,” said Veronika after she’d ordered a drink.

Kayla set her glass on the bar and turned to look at the woman she’d beaten in the 800m race of the heptathlon at the IAAF World Championships the day before. The tall blue-eyed blonde was wearing a short black skirt and a fawn-colored sweater that fit tightly around her breasts.

“Does your coach know you’re schmoozing with the competition?” Kayla replied, smiling at the well-built Ukrainian.

“My coach left early.”

“In that case,” said Kayla, “have a seat and let me buy you a drink.”

When the drinks arrived, another girl walked up and put her arm around Veronika’s shoulders. “Hi, lover,” she said. “May I join you?”

Veronika tilted her head up so the other girl could kiss her. “Of course,” she said.

The new girl was tall with deep blue eyes, blonde hair and full lips. She had long legs, a narrow waist and full breasts that rode high on her broad chest.

“Kayla, this is Svetlana,” said Veronika. “She’s from Russia.”

Kayla reached over and took the other girl’s hand. “Hi,” she said. “I’m Kayla.”

“Yes,” said Svetlana. “Veronika has mentioned you many times.”

“Nothing bad, I hope.”

“No. She has much respect for you.”

They were interrupted by Veronika’s cell phone which she answered right away. She listened for a while, cursed in her native tongue, then switched off the phone. “I have to go,” she said. “Something about my equipment and customs.”

“Should I go with you?” asked Svetlana.

“No, this may take a while and there’s nothing you could do anyway. Stay here with Kayla and if I’m not back by the time you’re through, I’ll see you at the hotel in the morning.”

When Veronika left, Kayla and Svetlana exchanged small talk for a while then the conversation changed to sports and finally, the subject of sex came up. It was then that Svetlana confirmed what Kayla suspected and admitted she was currently having an affair with Veronika.

“I’m envious,” said Kayla.

Svetlana’s face turned red and she shyly averted her eyes. “You are very kind,” she said.

Kayla smiled. “And you are very beautiful.”

“Veronika tells me you are bi-sexual.”

“Um-hmm.”

Svetlana nodded her head. “So am I, but Veronika does not like the idea that I prefer a man on occasion.”

“If I were her, I would not want to share you with a man either,” said Kayla.

Svetlana blushed again. “You say the nicest things,” she said.

“I only say the truth.”

Svetlana looked up at Kayla, their eyes met and held. “I’m glad it is just the two of us,” she said softly.

The look in Svetlana’s eyes was like an electric jolt, surging from Kayla’s chest to the tips of her toes. The connection was undeniable, and the message that went with it traveled in both directions. “I have a room,” Kayla said.

“Let us go,” Svetlana said, “before I have too much time to think about it.”

********

By the time they reached Kayla’s room, both girls were wet, their nipples hard and their pulses racing. Ignoring the lights, Svetlana took Kayla’s hands and pulled her close so that their bodies touched at their breasts and again at their hips. Svetlana’s head tilted down and her eyes fluttered closed as her lips found Kayla’s.

Kayla’s mouth opened to accept Svetlana’s wet, darting tongue and she moaned softly at the tingling feeling it sent through her belly and down between her thighs. They tasted one another; giving, taking, enjoying every moment as the pleasure began to build.

“I wanted you the moment I first saw you,” whispered Kayla when their lips parted. She watched through slitted eyes as the taller woman began to undress her. First her blouse, then her bra, her jeans and finally her black silk thong. The cold, conditioned air coming from the ceiling ducts made her nipples stiff and terribly sensitive and she instinctively touched them with her fingers.

Covering Kayla’s hands with her own, Svetlana cupped Kayla’s breasts. “I love your breasts,” she said, leaning down to kiss them one at a time. Kayla shivered at Svetlana’s tender touch then reached for Svetlana’s sweater. Svetlana lifted her arms, raising her taut breasts and causing Kayla’s breath to catch in her throat. Then the sweater was off and falling to the floor. Svetlana’s breasts were larger than Kayla’s, firm and perfectly symmetrical, the nipples pink and distended.

The zipper of Svetlana’s skirt slid noiselessly down and the garment fell in a soft halo around her ankles. She wore white silk panties, cut high at the sides, making her exquisitely shaped legs seem even longer.

Hooking her fingers inside the elastic of  Svetlana’s panties, Kayla slid them down her thighs and to her feet. With a move that was so sensual and so completely feminine, Svetlana stepped out of the circle of clothes, one foot at a time. Even in the dim light, her creamy white flesh was like that of a china doll. Kayla thought she would cum just looking at her.

And then they were in each other’s arms, flesh to flesh, their breasts rubbing together, their pubic mounds in heated contact. Svetlana lifted Kayla from the floor and Kayla instinctively wrapped her legs around her waist as she was carried through the apartment into the bedroom.

“Lie down,” Svetlana said as she placed Kayla on the bed. She moved half over Kayla so that they were both half reclining. Svetlana’s breasts hung deliciously in front of Kayla’s face and Kayla’s dark eyes were drawn like magnets. The tip of her tongue came out, unconsciously sweeping over her parted lips.

Svetlana straddled Kayla, keeping her imprisoned between her powerful thighs. She thrust her mount forward. “Smell me,” she whispered huskily. “Can you smell me?” She dipped a finger into her moist pussy then traced the outline of Kayla’s mouth with it, rubbing it back and forth between her closed lips.
 
Kayla’s lips parted and she sucked Svetlana’s wet finger into her mouth. The taste was intoxicating.
 
Svetlana bent her head, licked at the cleavage between Kayla's breasts as she began to grind her hips into Kayla's. Kayla’s eyes fluttered closed and she grasped Veronika’s hips with both hands, pulling her closer. Kayla began to pant, arching her hips up. She moaned, “Oh, oh, oh, yes. Oh!” when Svetlana touched her mount.
 
Svetlana’s lips and tongue worked their way down the moist flesh, dipping into her navel, swirling the tip around, moving slowly downward to her pubic hair.
 
And then, as Svetlana's lips were about to encompass Kayla's sex, she pulled desperately away. “Not yet,” she cried, pursuing Svetlana's mount with her own. She forced Veronica’s legs apart  so that hey were now joined like a pair of scissors.
 
Svetlana pulled Kayla’s upper body to her, their breasts rubbing together as she ground herself into Kayla, her eyes closed, her muscles quivering as she rode toward the peak.
 
“Oh!” Kayla moaned. “Make me come.” Her fingers twined in Svetlana’s hair, the sharp nails scoring the scalp. “Ohh! I'm almost there,” she gasped.
 
Then Svetlana's head lowered and her fingers slid beneath Kayla, lifting the other woman’s hips off the bed, plunging headlong into her sex.
 
“Oh, God! Ohhh, . . yes!” Kayla began to tremble and jerk uncontrollably as her orgasm exploded outward, coursing throughout her body.
 
Not until Svetlana got up and stood over her did Kayla's eyes open. She reached out with both hands, stroked along Svetlana's thigh. “Let me touch you,” she said in a whisper. She pressed her cheek against Svetlana's stomach and one hand snaked through Veronika’s legs. “You didn't come.”

********

The next morning as Kayla was emerging from the shower, she heard a knock at her door. She wrapped a towel around her and padded across the plush carpet to the door. Looking through the peephole, she saw Veronika standing there nervously looking up and down the hallway.

Kayla unlocked the door, opened it and let Veronika inside. “What is it?” she asked. “Did you get things straightened out with customs?”

She turned around to get her underclothes off the bed and was blindsided by a wicked punch to her kidney. She screamed and doubled over into a ball, her insides feeling as if they had been ripped out her back.

Moaning softly, Kayla rolled over and slowly got up on her hands and knees. Veronika lashed out with her shoe and drove it into Kayla’s side, just below her ribs. “Unnngh!” Kayla went down again, gasping for breath. The loosely-wrapped towel slipped away from her body and fell to the floor.

Then Veronika leaned over and grabbed a handful of Kayla’s hair and jerked her to her feet. pulling Kayla’s head back awkwardly so that she was staring at the ceiling. “You fucked her, didn’t you?” Veronika shrieked. “You waited until I left and then you fucked her.”

Kayla tried to twist her head so that she could look at Veronika. “What are you talking about?”
Another pull on her hair and Kayla screamed again. “I’m talking about Svetlana.” Then she released Kayla’s hair and bodily shoved her onto the bed. “I know you slept with her last night. I could smell the sex the moment I got in bed.”

On her back, her legs splayed open awkwardly, Kayla started to get up, but Veronika grabbed her wrists and pushed them above her head, straddled her and pinned her to the bed. Kayla fought like a wild woman, kicking and twisting her body side to side, but nothing she did would break Veronika’s vise-like grip.

“I’ll kill you for this,” said Veronika. “I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Veronika, please. I….”

Veronika punched her in the face, snapping her head to one side and sending shards of bright lights flashing before her eyes. A ribbon of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth and splashed onto the tops of her breasts. She shook her head and Veronika struck her again, catching her on the point of her chin and rattling her teeth.

Her head throbbing and her eyesight blurred, Kayla fought back as best she could. She threw a weak punch that missed Veronika’s face, striking her ineffectively in the shoulder. Then a short jab to Veronika’s left breast that flattened the soft mound of flesh. Kayla knew Veronika was hurt because she heard the Ukrainian cry out and felt her shudder. Invigorated by the knowledge she’d hurt her opponent, Kayla grabbed Veronika by the hair and pulled her down, head-butting her in the nose.

Veronika’s eyes lost focus and her hands went to her face. “My nose,” she cried. “You’ve broken my nose.”

Kayla shoved the taller girl aside and scrambled from the bed. Still dizzy from the shots to her head, she had to steady herself by leaning against the wall. Eyes blazing with hatred, Veronika crawled off the bed and faced Kayla, arms and hands up to protect her upper body.

But Kayla had done her share of fighting and knew better than to trade punches with a woman who had both a height and reach advantage. Instead, she drew her arms up close to her body, planted her left foot and threw a snap kick with her right that caught Veronika between her breasts, driving her backwards across the room.

Kayla followed quickly and delivered two more snap kicks, followed by a side kick that rocked Veronika to her heels. On unsteady feet, a wary Veronika kept as much distance between herself and Kayla as she could until she recovered her senses.

Kayla came in again, feigned a snap kick, then delivered another roundhouse strike that caught Veronika on her left ear and she went down like she’d been pole-axed.

“Get up,” yelled Kayla contemptuously.

Keeping her eyes on her opponent, Veronika got to her feet and put up her arms once again. Kayla stepped in, attempted a snap kick, missed and followed with a side kick. With as much luck as anything else, Veronika ducked the blow, grabbing Kayla’s ankle as it went by and, using Kayla’s momentum against her, threw her to the floor.

Kayla scrambled to her hands and knees and immediately caught a solid kick to her side. “Ooomph!” She grunted loudly and rolled away, clutching her bruised ribs. On the offensive, Veronika stepped forward and kicked Kayla in the side and again in the chest.

Kayla gasped for breath, scrambling out of Veronika’s reach, but Veronika kept the pressure on, closed in again, kicking Kayla on the point of her chin, snapping her head back violently and sending her crashing into the foot of the bed that left her sitting on her ass with her legs wide apart.

With Kayla in this vulnerable position, Veronika drove her heel into the juncture of Kayla’s thighs, crushing her pubic mound and eliciting a scream from her lips. Katja grabbed her sex with both hands and started to double over when Veronika kicked her in the left breast, flattening it against her chest.

With Kayla trying desperately to protect her chest, Veronika came down atop her, pinning her arms to her sides then throwing short jabs at her breasts, pounding them mercilessly. She laughed with glee as she saw Kayla’s breasts flatten each time she drove her fists into them. Her head thrashing from side to side, Kayla screamed each time Veronika’s fists struck her tender, bruised breasts.

Tiring of battering Kayla’s chest, Veronika stood up and pulled Kayla to her feet by grabbing a handful of hair. Then she shoved the weakened South African into a corner and began to pummel her belly until the flesh was covered with red blotches. Kayla gasped and groaned each time one of Veronika’s fists sank into her belly. The pain was sickening and she fought to keep from retching.

Grasping Kayla by the throat to hold her upright, Veronika drove her knee up between her legs, crushing the tender lips of her sex and lifting her off the ground with the force of each blow. That was the last thing Kayla felt before she fainted, her eyes rolled back into her head and she passed out, becoming dead weight. “Bitch!” Veronika sneered and let Kayla fall to the floor.

Disappointed that Kayla had passed out, Veronika kicked the unconscious woman in the face, snapping her head around viciously. Again, Veronika kicked her, driving her foot into Kayla’s unprotected ribs, her breasts and her head. Tiring at last, Veronika crushed Kayla’s breasts one last time and then delivered the final kick to her mons.

TO BE CONTINUED ...
 

[Kayla]

Chapter 2

Following the beating, the flight back to Johannesburg promised to be long and uncomfortable for Kayla. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find a comfortable position in her seat. Roberto had been watching her since she boarded and could tell that something wasn’t right.

When one of the flight attendants passed by, he pulled her aside and spoke to her in hushed tones. “Here’s my frequent flyer information,” he said. “I want you to upgrade the young lady in 10F to first class. She appears to be in some kind of discomfort and the extra room might be exactly what she needs.” Then he pressed a hundred dollars into her hand. “See that she gets whatever she needs.” The woman smiled at him, took the money then went to Kayla and told her she was being moved forward.

On arrival at Johannesburg, Roberto offered to carry Kayla’s luggage through customs and when they got to the inspection area, he put her bags on the table ahead of his own. When the inspector began to ask questions of her, Roberto spoke up. “My fiancée is pregnant,” he said. “Would it be possible to let her through without all the questions?”

Visibly surprised, the agent looked at him. “My apologies, madam,” he said.

“We just found out,” she said, smiling proudly at Roberto. “It’s twins.”

The customs agent did a cursory check of their bags and then told them to follow him past the others in line. She had to stifle a laugh once they were alone. “That took balls,” she said to him.

“It just came to me,” he replied. “I rather enjoyed it.

After they introduced themselves, she briefly explained how she got so banged up.

“Are you going to be okay?” he asked.

“Give me a few days and I’ll be good as new,” she answered.

“He reached into his pocket and handed her his business card. “I’ll be at the Hyatt for the next two weeks. If you’ll allow a man twice your age to take you to dinner, I’d like to see you again.”

********

Two days later, Roberto got a call from Kayla asking if he’d like to go to dinner with her that evening. If you only knew, he thought to himself. “What time?” he asked.

I’ll meet you in the bar at seven,” she said.

He was there at six-thirty and when she showed up at seven, his breath caught in his throat. She was wearing a white cotton pullover, cropped above her bellybutton, low rise jeans that rode low on her hips, and high-heeled sandals. He thought she was stunning and he told her as much.

********

“Tell me,” Kayla said once they were seated in the restaurant, “what exactly do you do for a living? Your card says you are a defense consultant, but that tells me nothing.”

He laughed, the skin on his face crinkling at the corners of his eyes. “Unconventional warfare training,” he said. “I teach people how to win in close combat or, as some will tell you, how to fight dirty….you know, no rules.”

“So you work for the military.”

“Very little, actually. Most of what I do is with non-military combatants; defense contractors, mercenaries and the like.”

 “Do you have clients here in South Africa?”

“Nope. I’m here because this is one place I’ve never been. Sort of a vacation, if you will.”

After dinner, he took her for drinks at a downtown nightclub where she opened up about the fight she’d had. “I made a mistake, but I didn’t deserve to be beaten within an inch of my life.”

Afterwards, when they got back to his hotel, she pulled into the hotel’s portico and tossed her car keys to the attendant. Your room number?” he asked her.

“Quick, Roberto,” she said. “What’s your room number?”

“Seven fifty-four, but….”

“Seven fifty-four,” she said to the attendant.

When the attendant drove off with her car, Kayla turned around and grabbed Roberto’s elbow. “Don’t say anything,” she said. “Just take me to your room.”

“But, Kayla….”

“Shhhh!” she replied, placing her fingers over his lips.

Not until they got inside his room, did he finally get a chance to ask her what she was doing.

“What does it look like?” she asked as she walked over to the windows and threw back the curtains. “I’m staying with you tonight.”

“Just like that?” he asked, a quirky smile on his lips.

“Just like that. I knew you were too much the gentleman to ask, so I saved you the trouble.” She sat down on the edge of his bed and tested the firmness with her hands.

“You don’t need to do this,” he told her, slightly embarrassed.

“You’re right, Roberto,” she replied. “I’m doing it because I want to.” She flopped back on the bed and put her hands behind her head. “Don’t tell me you didn’t think of this.”

He was standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at her. “Of course I did,” he said hesitantly, “but…well… there’s the matter of you and that other woman.”

“Relax, Roberto,” she said, “I’m bi-sexual.”

“Oh.”

She sat up on the bed and opened her arms to him. “Come here,” she said. “I don’t bite.”

He came closer and she began to unbutton his shirt. “Wait,” he told her, standing up once more. He took her hands and pulled her to her feet then took the lower part of her tee shirt and began to pull it over her head. She raised her arms, lifting her modest breasts, and the blouse slipped off easily. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

It was then that he kissed her for the very first time; a gentle touch of the lips that left her wanting more. “That was nice,” she whispered, her dark eyes searching his. He encircled her waist with his arms and their bodies melted together together. Then he kissed her again.

Her lips parted and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. He moaned softly and she felt the vibration down to her toes. He sucked her tongue deeper into his mouth, taking great pleasure in the taste and texture. She began to move her hips in a circular motion, grinding herself against his growing manhood and he groaned yet another time.

With their lips still joined, she deftly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his trousers and when she had finished undressing him, he embraced her again, their flesh in searing contact, her nipples, hard with desire, pressed hotly against his chest.

Her arms came around him, her hands clutching his shoulders and her sharp nails digging into his flesh. His hands came up and he held the weight of her breasts in his palms, rubbed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and felt her body shudder. Then he leaned his head down, kissing the soft tops of her breasts, touching his lips to her nipples then sucked them one at a time into his mouth. He heard her gasp.

He began to slide down her body, his lips and his tongue caressing her flesh from the lower swell of her breasts, across her hard stomach and pausing at her belly button. He licked her there, his tongue swirling around the delightful indentation, she uttered something unintelligible then took his face between her hands and held him close.

His hands at the front of her jeans, unfastening them then sliding them down her smooth, muscular thighs. She glanced down at him as his head eased lower. Her eyelids fluttered closed. Somehow, sometime, she couldn’t remember, he removed her thong, sliding it off her hips and down her legs to her ankles. She felt his breath on her belly, just above the neatly-trimmed thatch of curly brown hair and her tongue swept across her lips.

He inhaled her private scent, his nostrils dilated and he moaned softly, the intimate sound lost between her thighs. Then he plunged his face into her heated sex, sucked her outer lips into his mouth, bathing her with his tongue. “Oh, God,” she whispered. “Oh, God.”

He licked her and he sucked at her intimate flesh until she was wet with a combination of his saliva and her own juices. The muscles in her thighs begin to quiver, her hips started to roll and he knew that she was getting close.

He eased her onto the bed then onto her back so that she lay with her thighs spread apart, her delicate sex wantonly open. Coming down between her legs, his tongue separated her inner lips, searched her cleft until he found the center of her womanhood. Her hips spasmed uncontrollably in response to his tender ministrations.

Kayla’s hands grasped his head, her fingers intertwining with his salt and pepper hair, holding him tight against her, holding back as long as she could, wanting the feeling between her legs and deep inside her core to go on forever. But as she reached the very top, when the pull became so intense that she could hold back no longer, she lost what control she had left and cried out sharply as she came in an orgasm that left her drained, her body bathed in sweat.

Afterward, as they lay side by side in his bed, she could feel his hands tenderly caressing her body, his fingertips brushing across every hill, every valley as if he were exploring a woman’s body for the very first time.

She looked over at him and their eyes met and held. She tried to read him, but what she saw overwhelmed her. She reached out to touch him, her fingertips caressing his face. “What is it?” she whispered.

He stopped caressing her, resting his hand on her belly. “This could have waited,” he answered. “There are bruises everywhere.”

“She rolled onto her side and cupped his cheek in the palm of her hand. “It’s okay,” she said. All I felt was your touch and the way you pleasured me. It was just what I needed.”

He said nothing, but continued to smooth his hand over her body.

“You’re awfully quiet,” she said after a while. “What’s going through that head of yours?”

“I’m not sure you’d understand,” he replied as he began to tease the hair over her sex. How could he tell her she’d just satisfied one of his greatest desires; to go to bed with a younger woman and know that not only had he satisfied her, but he’d made her feel special in the process?

“Try me,” she said, capturing his hand with her own.

And when he told her, her eyes brimmed with tears. “I sensed this about you the moment we met,” she said, brushing away the tears. “Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here like this.”

He was quiet then, content to have her close by, but she had more on her mind than allowing him to go to sleep. She reached between his legs and took him in her hand. “You didn’t….”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.

“I’m not made of egg shells, Roberto,” she said, stroking him gently until he was again hard as a post. She released him just long enough for him to turn onto his back then straddled him between her knees. Holding him in the palm of her hand, she brushed the tip of him along the wet lips of her sex. He gasped out loud.

She fitted him to her and he let out a long, ecstatic groan as she settled herself down on him. He took her hips in his hands and held her there soaking himself within her velvet sheath unable to believe his good fortune. Then she began rock back and forth on him, slowly at first and then faster, until she brought him to his peak and he gasped, arching his buttocks off the bed. He was shooting heavily deep inside her. At the same time, his hands reached up, cupping her breasts, pulled her down against him while he emptied himself inside her. She came again.

********

Before she went home the next morning, he learned that she was to race in Los Angeles in two weeks and that she would compete once again with Veronika.

“This Veronika,” he said as he got out of bed to shower. “You say she’s from the Ukraine?”

“Yes. She is like a national treasure. They practically worship her.” Still naked, she sat up and followed him into the bathroom.

He turned on the water and waited for it to get hot. “Join me?” he asked as steam began to roll out of the shower.

She stepped in ahead of him and then he was behind her, covering her body with a rich lather, enjoying the feel of her slick breasts in his hands. She closed her eyes as he played with her nipples. “What would men do if women didn’t have boobs?” she inquired.

”Play with this instead,” he said, dropping his hands to the juncture of her thighs.

She squealed and grabbed his hands. “If you don’t quit that,” she said, “we’ll never get out of the hotel.”

“Wouldn’t that be a shame?” he said, kissing the side of her neck as he pulled her buttocks against his emerging erection.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she murmured, turning her head aside as his lips caressed her.

“Because you do this to me,” he answered, becoming more insistent with his probing.

Kayla’s eyes fluttered closed at the delicious sensations she was feeling, already imagining him buried deep inside her from behind. Her lips parted and she reached back to take him in her hand.

“Not yet,” he said. He went to his knees, grabbed her hips and turned her around. He kissed her belly, the prominent rise of her mons and the soft hair above her slit. Then he lowered his face between her wet thighs, his mouth capturing her swollen labia. Drew her secret flesh into his mouth, impaled her on his tongue as he devoured her, savoring her delicate taste and kindling a ire in her loins.

She reached up and held onto the shower head then opened her legs. When his tongue found her clit, her hips jerked wildly. Over and over, he laved her swollen womanhood and as her orgasm overtook her, he wrapped his arms around her hips and supported her weight, as she cried out, “Ohh...ohh…ohh…ohh,” her eyes rolling up into her head.

She thought it was over, but it was merely a plateau from he would lift her even higher, for he did not want it to be finished. He ached for her…anxious to soak himself in her warmth. “Turn around,” he said and she did, knowing what he wanted. She leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands against the shower wall, arching her back and thrusting her hips toward him. She opened her legs then reached back and placed him against her nether lips, felt the veins in his shaft pulsing in concert with the beat of his heart.

He eased up into her, slowly, her hot, velvet sheath enfolding him, and it was his turn to groan. “God, Kayla,” he gasped, “you feel so good.” And she wiggled her hips, sending another surge of pleasure throughout his body.

As the hot water cascaded over their glistening bodies, he began thrusting in and out, slowly, savoring every second of her warmth, wishing he could get even deeper inside her. And she responded to his thrusts with those of her own, pushing against him as he pushed into her.

He looked down at their intimate connection, her firm, round buttocks so inviting, his hot cock sliding in and out of her, slick with her sexual juices. He could feel the tension building in the pit of his belly, spreading outward, making the muscles in his legs quiver. “Not now,” he said to himself as he neared the edge. “Oh, please, not now.” …wanting the feeling to last forever.

She reached between her legs, touched herself even as he touched her, massaging her clit. She began to whimper, then her cries grew louder as the sensations between her legs grew in intensity. “Oh, yes,” she groaned, “Oh, God, yes….please….oh, please….”

Her body began to quiver and shake as she, too, was nearing her peak. Her inner muscles began to spasm. She was losing control. Then she felt him swell inside her, his cock beginning to throb. And this sent her over the top in a rush so powerful that she cried out over and over, bringing him with her in long, heavy pulses.

When at last it was over, he encircled her with his arms, lifting her up so that her legs went around his waist, holding him deliciously between her muscular thighs. And he kissed her, long and deep, with more passion than she had ever known. They clung to each other until the hot water was exhausted and their muscles began to ache. Not until then did he let go of her and help her from the shower.

“I’m not sure I can walk,” she said as she reached for a towel. “My legs are so weak.”

He paused and looked over at her, admiring the way she looked with the water still dripping from the pink tips of her breasts and splashing to the floor, or running down her belly to be lost in the tangle of hair between her legs. All he could do was stare.

“What?” she finally said, a sheepish grin on her face.

He shook his head gently. “I was just wondering what I did to deserve all this.”

“Do you really need an explanation?” she asked, running her slender fingers through his tousled hair.

He smiled at her. “I suppose not. I should just be thankful for it all and not question why.”

********

Later, when he had taken her to breakfast, he asked if there was a place where he could show her how to defend herself if she ever ran into another Veronika

“The place where I train would be perfect.”

“There’s nothing exotic about this,” he said. “Size up your opponent, exploit their weaknesses and keep them on the defensive. When you see your opening, take it and don’t let up until they’re out of the game. I’ll show you a couple of lethal strikes as well, but I caution you to carefully consider the consequences before you use them.”

********

He left the a few days later, but before he boarded his flight, he asked if he could see her in Los Angeles. She allowed that she would be delighted and promised to send him some tickets.

Once he was alone, he picked up his cell phone and dialed a number in the States. “This is Roberto,” he said when the other party answered. “I need a favor.”

TO BE CONTINUED ...