I had been looking forward to my new challenge for a few days now, preparing myself mentally and physically for my upcoming encounter with my mystery opponent. I was stood in the lift of the swanky hotel, having been informed by the hunky male hotel receptionist that I should head to Room 107 where the supposed rival to my sexfight crown would be anticipating my arrival. I recalled how the receptionist had spoken to me with a broad smile as if he had already met my challenger and knew of the challenge that awaited me, as I had felt his admiring eyes cross-examine the shapely form of my young body, knowing that he would have done the same moments earlier to my opponent and that he was comparing the two us and waging his bets for the upcoming fight.
My body tingled with anticipation at this realisation, turned on at the thought of how my opponent would compare against me, both in looks and, importantly, skill. A sudden ‘ping’ sounded and the lift halted, the doors opening to reveal Room 107 straight ahead of me. Stepping out of the lift, strutting my shapely legs as the tight fitting red mini dress I was wearing hugged my pert ass, my favourite 6 inch Jimmy Choo heels enhancing my already taught thighs, I reached the hotel room door and took a second to take in the suspense. Reaching for the handle, I took a deep breath and slowly turned the knob as I stepped inside what would be ‘the arena’ for the next few hours at least.
Looking ahead, I could see the room had already been prepared in anticipation of the fight, though I found my gaze instinctively drawn to a welcoming sight sat in the centre of the room. I paused to admire what was clearly my challenger for the night, and she was even more beautiful to the eye than my mind could have imagined. Her lithe body on show as she lay back on the mats taking in my presence, her impressive assets clear to see as I admired her courage to wear such a skimpy bikini. This girl would certainly make for one hell of a trophy I thought.
“I’m glad to see that you showed up honey”, I remarked as I approached the mats. “So you think you have a chance against me?” I said leadingly as I started to undress. Before you have chance to respond I begin removing my dress, wanting to give you the full view of what you’re up against before you have to provide me with an answer. As I peel away the tight fitting garment from my 5’4” frame, stretching provocatively as I present my toned and shapely legs, key to many of many victories over my career, I reveal my attire for the night; my finest matching lingerie. I smile across at you as I see you trying to hide your desire, the tight fitting bra enhancing my already sizeable 34DD’s, as I pass a wink in your direction and bend over to present my pert ass, the red thong partially disappearing between my firm cheeks.
Casting my heels to one side, I step on to the mats and stand before you, eager to get things under way and explore every inch of your exquisite body.
“So, shall we…...?”
