The Furtive Fighter, Part 2: Hide 'N Seek Wrestling
Ginger & I had been together since that first match, almost four months now. We took turns living at each other’s house, neither of us ready yet to fully commit by selling their house. We’d had plenty of rematches and both of us had become much better wrestlers. Ginger was probably a little better, winning maybe 60% of the time, and that was fine with me. We’d tried all sorts of wrestling - oil matches, sex matches, outdoor matches in the grass, etc., etc. Ginger seemed to excel when the matches were sexual, while I did better with more clothes on. Her body was too much for me to behold, so I fell victim easier when we were naked. I was especially enamored of the bright red freckles all over her body. Brightly freckled boobs and ass are an incredible turn-on!
Ginger had a vivid imagination, devising all sorts of matches to try. But she’d been in kind of a funk lately, trying to figure out something new to try. Then after work one Friday, she literally flew through the door and landed in my arms, embracing me passionately. Finally, coming up for air from a prolonged kiss, she said, “I’ve got it, honey… I’ve figured out our next match!!”
We continued kissing and groping, finally slowing down enough for me to ask, “So, what’s it gonna be – a cabin, or in the deep woods, or…”
“Oh, c’mon. I’ve really got it this time. Did you play hide ‘n seek when you were a kid?”
“Sure,” I replied. “But what does that have to do with wrestling?”
“I’ve got that figured out, just give me a second to explain,” she continued. “My friend Janet from work is house-sitting a mansion just south of town for a couple who are out of the country on an extended safari. She said we could use the mansion tomorrow night. She thinks we’re having some kinky, sexual tryst, but this is what I really had in mind…
And so here we were, driving through the countryside south of town, trying to find our way to the country house/mansion. The sun was just setting, making the house more difficult to find. Janet had vacated the place for the evening, and we’d have it to ourselves. She’d warned that the place was devoid of most amenities, which the owners had placed in storage. All that remained were the larger pieces of furniture such as beds, couches, chairs, etc. It couldn’t have been better – no breakables and large pieces of furniture for hiding, seeking and wrestling!
“I told Janet to turn off all the indoor lights before leaving for the night,” Ginger advised. “She was really curious about the lights, so I just made up a flimsy excuse about us wanting to discover the place on our own. But she was gonna leave on the outdoor light in back for us, though.”
“Sounds just right,” I told her, finally spying the house number marking a narrow gravel road that extended beyond the tree line. I pulled in and we drove for about a half-mile before spying the place as dusk descended around us. The mansion was absolutely huge… a newer looking place with two levels, and very, very wide with lots of fancy architecture. It must have been worth many millions!
We pulled around back and parked the car. No other cars were around, so we were certain that Janet had already left. We were alone outside a huge, vacant, dark mansion that neither of us was familiar with – a perfect place for a hide ‘n seek wrestling match!
We went to the back door and tried the key. By mutual agreement, Ginger went in first. I looked at my wristwatch, marking the time. She was to get a five-minute head start before I came in. For this round, she would do the hiding & I would do the seeking. I stood outside near the car, waiting for the time to be up. It was a moonless night and had become almost totally dark this far out in the country. It would be very hard to find Ginger in there, let alone see her once I did!
Finally, the time was up, and I went in the door. In the glow from the outdoor light, I could see Ginger’s discarded clothes on the floor – sandals, shorts, blouse, bra, and panties. I closed the door behind me and latched the lock. Then I dropped my clothes with hers, one at a time until I was completely naked, too. I set my wristwatch down on the counter nearby, and moved stealthily into the house, seeking Ginger, not knowing anything about the layout of the house, or where Ginger would be hiding, and what trap she might spring on me when I did find her! For the first two rounds, there were three rules:
1) Once hidden, you couldn’t change to a new hiding place.
2) Once found, you had to fight it out - no more hiding that round.
3) Submissions only.
The third round would be a little different, but that would be later, so I put it from my mind. I worked my way slowly from room to room, methodically searching for Ginger, making as little noise as possible. I was in no hurry – we had the whole night! The first floor was mostly devoted to entertaining with a huge dining room, kitchen, and living room, thus far. The kitchen was empty, and I figured she wouldn’t be there anyway. I entered the dining room on my hands and knees. The carpeted floor made for stealthy movement, so for all I knew, I could be just a few inches from Ginger and probably not know it. But there was absolutely no furniture present, so I passed through quickly. The living room was next. I could just make out the outline of some chairs and couches, so I moved as silently as I could, wary of a possible trap. Thankfully, the house was well built and the floor did not squeak as I crept along. I positioned myself at the end of the couch and peered over the armrest stealthily, feeling about the cushions with my hands. But Ginger wasn’t there, nor was she in any of the other furniture.
I crept into the next room, which must have been a home theatre with huge padded chairs and a plush, high-backed loveseat. But there was no large screen monitor to go with it… must be in storage. I peeked into each chair and then the loveseat, but no Ginger. Darned… she must be upstairs! I stood back up, knowing stealth was not needed for the time being. The staircase was in the foyer, near the front door. It was an wide staircase, padded with extra thick carpeting. There were about a half-dozen steps, followed by a landing area, and then another half-dozen steps on the way to the second floor. A heavy, open handrail was on one side of the stairway, and the wall was to the other. At the top, there was a long hallway presumably leading to the bedrooms and baths. I couldn’t quite place it, but somehow this mansion had a certain feeling about it… ideally suited for wrestling.
I tried the room farthest away first, slowly pushing the door open. Inside was a large bedroom with a very large bed. I snooped around on my hands and knees, finishing in the coat closet. But there was no sign yet of Ginger! I was beginning to get impatient and stood up to make haste to the next room, raising my arms to stretch the kinks out of them. That was when Ginger struck. I don’t know how she’d stayed hidden from me… ‘Oh Gawd! Under the bed!’ I realized as she clamped a full nelson on me from behind and threw me down face first on the bed. She’d surprised me good! And now she had me at a big disadvantage!
Ginger’s bare crotch was atop my bare butt as she applied ever more pressure to the full nelson. It was sensuous and painful at the same time as she kept me in her control. “Glad you found me, honey?” she whispered in my ear.
“Uuuggghhh,” was about all I could say in reply. Ginger rolled us onto our sides, and then scissored me at the waist, all the while maintaining the full nelson. It was still pitch dark, and even though my eyes had adjusted, I could barely see a thing. The outline of her long legs was obvious, though, as she squeezed the heck out of me from below. I grimaced and grunted from the pain, but endured nevertheless. We’d become comfortable with the idea of inflecting/receiving certain levels of pain during our matches, and this was no different. We knew our comfort level, and stayed within it.
Ginger was beneath me with her back against the bed, legs scissored around my waist with me facing away from her. My very erect rod swung back and forth as I struggled against the force of the hold. Her pungent female scent was heavy in the air, so I knew she was enjoying herself a lot!
I regained my senses somewhat & worked my arms downward, trying to power my way out of the full nelson. I knew Ginger’s strength was in her legs, so I decided to work on her arms first. Gradually, one arm came loose, and then the other, and I was free of the nelson. But Ginger quickly wrapped her right arm around my neck and her left arm around my left arm, morphing the hold into an Anaconda. This was little better of a predicament, I marveled, somehow very proud of her despite my duress. Ginger was now an accomplished wrestler, and definitely no pushover!
I managed to twist around within the leg scissors, squirming around in an attempt to get free. Her arm came loose of my neck, but she was still grabbing at my arms trying to subdue me further. Finally, I managed to rise to my knees, twisting to face her. But I could barely see a thing. As she clamped down hard from below with the waist scissors, my erect rod came into direct contact with her very wet pussy. Ginger gasped loudly at the unexpected contact, momentarily relaxing her leg scissors. I pushed free of her legs and surged forward against her body. I couldn’t see a thing, but managed to find her arms with mine. Soon we were handclasped together, struggling, trying to roll the other one over and dominate. Our legs naturally entwined and we each clamped down hard on the other’s offered thigh. Our thighs were in direct contact with the other’s most sensitive regions, rubbing erotically upon the other as we rolled back and forth. It was different than our usual entwining as we were clamped together much higher on the thigh than usual, greatly enhancing the erotic contact. Added to that was the fact that we were facing each other only a few inches apart and struggling with our hands clasped together. It was incredibly arousing, capturing each other in such an erotic test of sexual strength. We were both moaning loudly from the contact, having discovered a new, extremely erotic hold!
Finally, I was afraid my manhood would burst prematurely, and I had to let go & try to regroup. But as I released her, Ginger flung me back down to the bed on my back and climbed aboard, straddling me at the waist. I knew what was coming next, but I couldn’t avoid it. Ginger’s signature hold was her Schoolgirl pin (although her scissors was a close second), and once applied, I’d rarely been able to get loose - especially in a bed where we sunk in, there would be no escape.
I soon found myself staring upwards at what was probably her bare pussy. I couldn’t see a thing, other than the outline of her body. But I could tell from the pungent scent that her pussy was very near indeed. I struggled, but resistance was futile.
“Ready to give, honey?” she asked.
I knew I was beat, so I replied, “Yep, I give.”
“Goody!” she squealed, climbing down from her high horse to lie atop me, applying a passionate kiss to my lips. But after only a few moments of this, Ginger got up abruptly, pulling me with her. She led me by the hand and out of the room, and down the stairway to the back door. We kissed a few more minutes, our nakedness wrapped around the other. Then she picked up my wristwatch from the counter and said, “Your turn now hon… five minutes to hide before I come and get ya!”
Ginger liked to call me ‘hon’, which I assumed was short for honey. But maybe she meant Hun, as in Attila. I’d never thought to ask. I turned and padded across the kitchen and out into the carpeted area of the dining room. I knew where I was headed and didn’t hesitate at all in getting there. But I was completely silent in my movements, not wanting to give Ginger any clue to my whereabouts. I lay down on the living room couch to wait, trying to mold my body within the soft cushions so that there’d be little or no visible outline of my body. I was pretty sure that Ginger had not yet visited the living room, most likely heading straight upstairs for a bedroom so we could fight on a mattress, so maybe I could surprise her as she’d done to me.
I lay there silent as a mouse, breathing softly, careful not to give her a clue of any sort. I’d been there about ten minutes, with not as much as a sound from Ginger. I was beginning to think she’d gone upstairs first, but then I saw the outline of a head rise from the floor in front of the other living room couch, opposite from the one in which I was hiding. Ginger had quietly worked her way into the living room and had crawled silently to the other couch, getting ready to probe for my presence. It was too good of an opportunity to let pass. I rose silently to my feet, padding up silently behind her on my hands and knees. As she retracted her arms from probing the couch, I struck hard and fast from behind, grabbing one arm and pulling it across her face and then behind her head. I similarly secured the other arm as quick as I could, so that her arms were crossed in front of her face and I was pulling back on them at neck level. It was a variation of a surfboard hold, and I’d never had the opportunity to get her in it before. Normally, she’d have seen it coming, and prevented me from doing it. But in the dark, I could get the necessary advantage.
I yanked back hard, and Ginger let out a squeal of pain. I knew I hadn’t really hurt her, but the pain must have been really intense for her to squeal that way. “Happy to find me, honey?” I asked.
“You have no idea,” she grunted roughly.
“Oh, but I think I do. Turnabout is fair play, after all.” I shoved Ginger face-first onto the couch, so she was lying across its full width. I sat upright upon her butt, straddling her at the waist, and applying periodic pressure to her crossed arms. My manhood rested firmly in the small of her back, rubbing lightly with excitement. Ginger seemed helpless, and I punished her there for some time. But she wouldn’t submit, so I decided to try something new. I released her arms, trying for revenge on her earlier hold with a full nelson. But Ginger must have sensed it was coming and kept her arms close to her body. I couldn’t secure the hold, and she soon flipped me off the couch and onto the floor. I rolled a few times, clearing the area safely before Ginger could pounce. From my position low against the floor, I could see Ginger’s outline sit up on the couch and peer out into the room, scanning for any sign of me. She must not have realized that she was somewhat visible… I could tell she had no clue to my position!
I crawled slowly towards Ginger, silently approaching. Suddenly I sprung at her, bowling her over against the back of the couch, resulting in a loud ‘oof’ from Ginger. I straddled her at the waist and grabbed both of her arms in mine, holding them back over her head. I pressed my chest against her boobs, lightly brushing back & forth, up & down against them. I knew it to be a weakness of hers, and played it to the hilt. In the meantime, Ginger fought back by grinding her tummy against my manhood as best she could, which wasn’t too easy.
“You turd,” she gasped. “How’d you sneak up on me a second time?”
“Oh c’mon,” I replied.
“Oh… my outline, right?” she gasped once again, obviously enjoying her predicament.
“Uh huh,” I whispered in her ear.
We liked it best when one of us was helpless before the other… captured, so to speak. I arched her back over the top of the couch, adding a little pain to the hold. Ginger gasped loudly, then thrashed back towards me propelling us to the side and ultimately off the couch. We were both on the floor now, separated by what could be a few inches or a few feet, probably both of us hugging the floor, unable to see the other. I crawled around silently, probing with my hands, trying to make contact.
Suddenly, I felt a hand brush against my left foot. I had only a split second to react. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs apart slightly, hoping for the best. Ginger landed between my legs, but her main body had landed farther up against me, and I could only scissors her across the thighs. Regardless, she was still caught, and I had the advantage. I couldn’t punish her with my thighs, so I quickly grabbed her breasts and squeezed as hard as I knew to be reasonable.
“You double turd!” she cried. “Just wait until I get my chance at you!!”
And then Ginger did something completely unexpected. She dug her nails into my chest and squeezed my chest similarly to the way I was squeezing her. I had no breasts, obviously, but it still hurt like hell, especially with her nails! I released her breasts quickly and pulled her hands off me.
I quickly tried another tack, releasing the leg scissors and switching to a bear hug. At least she couldn’t get at my chest this way. I locked my arms around her and squeezed hard. Ginger’s strength was in her legs, and I knew her to be somewhat weak in the upper body. She grunted and grimaced as I applied pressure, squashing her 34A’s hard against my chest and forcing the air from her lungs. I periodically released pressure and then reapplied. Ginger tried hard to get free, but I could tell the hold was taking its toll.
“Wanna submit, hon?” I asked.
“Yeah… okay… I submit,” she grimaced in return.
I released her quickly and helped her to the couch. We sat side by side for a time, resting and gathering our wits & our strength before the third round. “Wanna go over the rules for the third round again,” I asked.
“Sure,” she replied, suddenly climbing atop me, straddling my waist, and then rubbing her moist pussy against my hard rod in a lap dance.
“Ooookkkkaaaayyyy,” I replied as best I could. “Now settle down for a minute so we can talk,” I requested.
“Party pooper,” she sighed, ceasing her erotic movements. “Okay… we can talk.”
“Right… The third round will be similar to the first two rounds, but there’ll be both hiding & seeking from each of us. So, we can both move around freely seeking out the other, or just hide and wait. I’ll start in the living room and you start by the back door.”
I knew that neither of us was going to do much hiding, much preferring to hunt, seek or stalk the other in battle. “And this time, the round will be decided by who can outlast the other sexually. Whoever orgasms last wins the round… and the match. But it will be sex wrestling, and not simply a sex fight!”
“Well said, hon, but I knew all of that,” she teased, pausing momentarily. “But… I really enjoyed hearing you say it.”
Then she kissed me hard on the lips and lap danced a few more moments before rising up off of me, and then off of the couch, as well. “Give me a slow count of thirty to get into position before starting out,” she called out from the dining room. “I’ll do the same.”
I sat there alone in the darkened living room, patiently counting out the thirty seconds. When the time was up, I dropped down to the carpeting on my hands & knees. Maintaining silence, I slowly worked my way towards the stairway, wanting to prevent Ginger from sneaking upstairs. It would be too complicated and too time consuming if she decided to go upstairs. After that lap dance, I was in the mood for something a lot quicker.
I crossed into the dining room, and sensing possible movement, paused for a second. I waited about a minute, straining with my eyes & ears, trying to sense something further. But it must have been my imagination… there was no trace of movement. I began to move forward again towards the stairway in the foyer. But something else attracted my attention – a pungent female arousal scent wafted through air very nearby. My manhood immediately re-hardened and all my senses were suddenly on the alert!
From an all-fours position on the carpeting, I reached out one arm at floor level feeling for any sign of Ginger. It didn’t take long before I latched onto an ankle. I pulled her leg to me quickly, but Ginger had already latched onto my left ankle, pulling me towards her, as well. Before I knew it, there were two legs clamped around my torso. “Oh, there you are, hon,” Ginger giggled.
I responded in kind, managing to put the same hold on her. “Yeah, it seems I’ve found you, too,” I grimaced in reply.
It was a mutual body scissors, each of us capturing the other in a 69-type position. We’d been here before, and we both knew we liked the hold, enjoying the feeling of being totally captured by the other. We rolled around back and forth across the floor, punishing each other repeatedly with pressure from our legs. I grunted out in pain from time to time, while Ginger seemed more inclined to grimace and groan. She was wearing me down, but I knew I was taking a toll on her, too. Finally, I’d had enough of that, so I worked at getting her legs from around me. My efforts were soon rewarded, and Ginger had not yet freed herself from my grip. I renewed the pressure on her chest with the scissors, and was rewarded with a full-fledged grunt from Ginger. Maybe I could weaken her here enough to win!!
I kept up the pressure, and I could tell Ginger was in trouble. I decided to go for broke and rolled Ginger onto her back. I straddled her at the waist, facing towards her feet, and then plopped my bare butt down upon her bare breasts, settling in nicely. Ginger’s hands reached for my shoulders, but I leaned forward towards her crotch and place my hand on her very wet pussy. At the contact, Ginger suddenly sucked in a deep breath and my confidence soared!
I rubbed her clit slowly, kneading her female pleasure point softly. Ginger moaned loudly in response, but still reached for me, trying to force me off her. But I kept at it, regardless, taking great pleasure in weakening her so readily. Soon, she pawed at my waist, managing to get a grip on my pelvis, and pulling my butt towards her face. I wasn’t sure what was going on, so I kept after her pussy regardless.
But soon, I found a hand upon my rigid rod, and a thumb softly flicking upon its tip. We had each other in sex grips, and I wasn’t sure I could beat her now. I generally needed to work on her longer than her me, and I was suddenly feeling very vulnerable. But it felt too good to bail out, so I kept after her clit, trying to put her handling of my rigid rod out of mind as best I could. I hoped for a sign of her weakness, and her moaning was growing in intensity, so maybe I could take her right here and now. I kept at it, raising my body upright momentarily to rest my back. But it was a big mistake! Ginger latched onto my shoulders and yanked me back roughly. My rod was free of her clutches, but so was her clit free of mine!
She shoved me to the side, and I could hear her rise to her feet, heading towards the foyer. I followed as quickly as I could. I had her on the run, and I vowed not to let her get away! I heard her stumble on the stairway, and I rushed to follow. I knew she was nearby when I reached the landing at the halfway point up the stairs. I heard her footfalls just ahead and reached out, managing to latch onto her ankle once again. I heard her go down with a thud, and pulled her down the carpeted stairway towards where I stood at the landing. Her legs were flapping around wildly, so I jumped atop her on the stairs, landing atop her back. We quickly tumbled down to the landing area. I was underneath her, managing to wrap my legs around her legs from behind. I reached for her pussy, but her thighs were tight together and there was no way. So, I went for her breasts instead. But I wasn’t sure who would like this hold better… her or me. I went for it anyway, kneading her breasts from behind as best I knew how, trying to weaken her.
“Hey hon, are you sure this is such a good idea,” she asked. “I could enjoy this all night, but can you?”
Then she began rubbing her backside against my manhood, and I knew she was right. I pushed her off me, trying to establish a new hold. But then I heard her heading back up the stairs, so I grabbed wildly at the sound, again managing to grab her ankle. But this time, in my desperation, I was badly out of position, and soon found my neck between her thighs on the staircase. We were midway up the stairs, and Ginger was apparently sitting down upon one of them. My neck was trapped between her thighs, and I was kneeling on a stair-step below Ginger, trying to maintain my balance as she constricted her legs around my neck. My face was buried in her pubic hair, and I’m sure Ginger was enjoying my predicament profoundly.
I tried to twist and turn, or even stand up. But my movements were very limited, and Ginger punished me with increased pressure whenever I tried. I couldn’t get at her clit, either, so there seemed to be no way out. I found the completeness of my capture an incredible turn-on, and I seemed to be weakening very rapidly, both from a physical and sexual point of view.
I strained at her legs with my arms, gaining some ground once in a while, before she reestablished control again. I was tiring badly now, while Ginger seemed to be growing stronger. I was in bad shape, and needed to get away quickly, or lose right there. I tried to stand while prying at her legs with my hands. Her legs suddenly slipped over my head and I was free. I tumbled backwards to the landing, regaining my footing there. I heard Ginger rising to pursue, and I quickly scooted down the rest of the stairs. Once in the foyer, I wasted no time making my way into the home theatre room, bumbling through the swinging door with a loud thumping noise. Ginger was close behind, grabbing at my shoulders and twisting me around as I flew forwards. I managed to catch my balance, but Ginger barreled into me so quickly I couldn’t mount a defense. We twisted around, struggling in a standing position. But I was badly weakened from the staircase battle, and Ginger was overpowering. She pushed me around with little trouble, shoving me into the nearby high-backed loveseat. I landed sitting upright, with Ginger sitting atop me, straddling my legs with hers, like our earlier lap dance.
“Feel up to a battle royal hon?” she cooed in my ear, establishing complete control by grabbing each of my hands in hers and forcing them back over my head. “It’ll be just mine against yours,” she continued throatily.
“How can I refuse,” I replied with as much bravado as I could muster, but I wasn’t very convincing.
Ginger shoved her hot, wet pussy firmly against my rigid rod and began to rock up and down against me. She knew I was very susceptible to this maneuver, and I knew I was outclassed. I tried to put my mind in another place and not let the intimacy of the hold overwhelm me. But it was no use! I knew where I was… and I knew what she was doing to me… and I knew that I was completely captured by this wild, ravishing female. And, I screamed out my explosion in only a few moments. I’d had no thought of defeating Ginger in this position, and was very surprised to hear her scream out in pleasure only a scant few seconds later. I felt a little better for that, as we seemed to melt, falling sidelong into the loveseat. We lay there as one for long minutes, basking in the pleasure of our erotic battle, talking softly about our encounter. I thought I heard movement elsewhere in the room at one point, but failed to hear anything further.
It was a long time before we stirred, rising unsteadily to our feet. As we made our way out the swinging door, I could have sworn I detected another female scent, different from Ginger’s. But it was gone before I could be sure, so I dismissed it from my mind.
I declined to say anything to Ginger, and we quietly made our way to the back door and our clothing. We slipped on our stuff and went out the door, setting the latch before departing in our car for the drive back to town. This definitely had been a new adventure … and very, very fun, too!!