Fantasies of Lyle - “I Dream of Jinni”

Featuring Mindy, Fantasy Session Wrestler

By Gark

Mindy: Age 27, 36C-24-35, 5' 9½", 145 lb.

Lyle: Age 28, 40" chest, 34" waist, 5' 10", 153 lb.

[As told by Lyle]

Over the years, of the women friends and/or lovers I’d managed to convince to engage me in my wrestling fantasies, none had offered much in the way of a real contest. Most had only given a half-hearted effort, opting out for sex before we had really begun to tangle. Of the few who had actually tried hard, most had been too weak or too short to make an equal contest. But there had been Marta, who’d showed so much potential in height, weight and attitude. And when I’d explained my wrestling fetish to her, she’d replied simply, “Oh, is that all?” indicating that this was no big deal to her.

After only a few matches, Marta had been able to best me regularly, and I’d been ecstatic! Unfortunately, by the time we’d met, Marta had already accepted a big promotion and was making plans to move to New York City. With her impending move, Marta had been unwilling to start a serious relationship with me. Thus, we’d never had sexual relations, nor would she remove her top while wrestling, something I’d wanted very, very much, as her breasts appeared to be quite large. I was reasonably certain that had we been in a serious relationship, wrestling topless would have been no problem. But I was uncertain of what she’d have thought about my wild wrestling fantasies. We just hadn’t gotten that far.

My work as a freelance writer didn’t tie me down to Chicago, but our relationship was way too premature to contemplate a move to New York. I considered Marta to be a lost opportunity… a major lost opportunity, in fact. Chicago just wasn’t the same without her. However, Marta and I had continued to stay in touch by email, so maybe someday…

However, this sort of frustration had led me to try session wrestlers. Some were just bodybuilders with little or no wrestling skill, while others were so far beyond my skill level that I couldn’t compete on an equal basis. Others were too short to be convincing, while others were so tall that I was overwhelmed. And of the few remaining, most were unwilling to wrestle topless. It was like the three bears story - I was looking for that ‘just right’ female wrestler. And thankfully, I’d found her in Mindy.

I didn’t particularly care who won or lost when wrestling, although I hadn’t shared this information with Mindy. I wanted her to think she needed to win in order to satisfy my ‘needs’, so that she would try as hard as possible. I wanted a true test between a myself and an equally sized/skilled female, preferable topless, as I have this ‘thing’ for women’s breasts. Regardless, I derived my true wrestling pleasure and excitement from not knowing the outcome of the match beforehand. It was a battle of the sexes thing for me, with the big question being ‘who will defeat whom?’

In my first and only encounter with Mindy, I’d used my fantasy of being stuck in a cabin in a blinding snowstorm with a bitchy woman not of my acquaintance. It had been a resounding success with Mindy willing to act out my fantasy completely - she followed the script I’d provided with the skills of a true thespian. We were a good match-up physically - similar in height and weight [very slight advantage to me], strength [very slight advantage to me] and skill level [fair advantage to Mindy]. Plus, Mindy had breasts to die for and didn’t mind wrestling topless. She’d given me a good match in all respects. Our wrestling contest had been a very close one! The exorbitant fee I’d paid her had been worth every cent!

Obviously, I couldn’t afford a fee like Mindy’s very often, but on the other hand, I had a lot of fantasies that needed attention. Depending on the fantasy, four to six weeks was about my limit, which it was right now. Thus, I found myself within a fantasy suite at a local hotel, awaiting Mindy’s arrival. We’d gone over the script the other day over coffee and I’d swear she had it memorized before parting. Tonight’s encounter was based on an early fantasy of mine, when I’d been extremely frustrated at finding that ‘just right’ female to wrestle. I knew the whole idea was absurd, but I’d imagined finding a genie in a bottle, just like in the old television show, and then making a ‘special wish’. I’d even managed to find a genie outfit nearly identical to the one worn in the show. But this night would be decidedly different from the TV show!

The fantasy suite I’d rented was an Arabian harem setting, complete with vaulted doorways, purple veils everywhere, plus a large circular bed. At least I’d saved a few bucks this time by not needing to get a room for Bruno, Mindy now deeming me an acceptable risk. I twirled the complimentary bottle of champagne within the iced serving chalice while waiting, getting more and more excited by the minute. Though, I had no reason for complaint, as the appointed time was still 10 minutes away.

My mind was on overdrive, so I reconsidered our previous ‘Snowbound’ match once again, which had slipped more towards the sexual than I had foreseen. The isolation of the cabin and the close quarters of the conflict had overwhelmed our sensibilities. Not that I objected in any way, but the outcome of the match had been decided more sexually, than skillfully. I hoped to prevent that tonight by using pinfalls instead of submissions. Right or wrong, I figured mixed submission wrestling could more easily turn sexual.

Deep in thought, I was surprised by the knock on the door. I flew over to the peephole for a quick look. I was greeted by an oversized view of Mindy’s smiling face. She must have been leaning close. Yet, it wasn’t the Mindy that I knew… this Mindy had blond hair! I unlatched the door immediately to invite her inside.

As always, Mindy literally filled the place with her radiance. “Nice place, Lyle,” she said, handing me her wrap to hang up. “Very, very believable. I’m impressed!” she continued.

I was unable to speak for the moment, so Mindy led the way into the center of the room. Then she noticed the genie’s bottle, “Just like the real thing!!” she gushed excitedly.

Mindy wore a spectacular, low-cut, clingy, sleeveless blouse with a hip-hugging skirt that accentuated her slim waist and shapely hips. But she also wore white nylons with high heels! I was nearly speechless as Mindy walked around the suite for a better look. I’d never seen Mindy look as sexy as she did tonight.

I finally got my center of speech back. “I thought you were a brunette,” I asked.

“I’m accustomed to wearing a wig, or even temporarily changing my hair color for special occasions,” she smiled. “In this case, it’s a temporary blonde hair dye. What do you think? Does it look real?” she asked.

Mindy made me feel special, having gone to all the effort to look the part. Her hair certainly did look real, so I told her as much. “It’s completely believable Mindy, very real looking indeed! Thank you so much!”

“Thank you Lyle. I’ve always loved the television show, so I went all out to look the part. I even have a small hairpiece to simulate the braids around the top properly. Before we begin, I’ll put my hair in a ponytail and put in the hairpiece. I tested it earlier, and it seems to stay put, even when I move suddenly - just as long as you don’t grab at it. Really, Lyle… I do think you’ll like the effect!”

If I’d had any doubts before, they were completely gone now. Mindy’s fee for the evening would again be worth every cent. Mindy seemed completely at ease, but I was as nervous as a schoolboy on his first date. I very much needed to put myself at ease. “Would you like to have a seat,” I asked her politely, motioning towards the loveseat. “The room includes a complimentary bottle of champagne.”

“Certainly. I’ve nowhere else to be tonight,” she replied, smiling wickedly. “Besides, you have such wonderful fantasies! So very creative… and fun!” she literally gushed.

I gulped noticeably, unsure what I’d gotten myself into tonight, still not feeling very much at ease, especially with the next topic. “Uh, Mindy,” I began as we sat down, “I really enjoyed our last match, but tonight I had hoped to concentrate completely on the fantasy… wrestling, without sexual maneuvers determining the outcome.”

“I know, Lyle,” she replied, popping the cork from the champagne bottle. “We talked about this over coffee the other day. I was just messing with your mind. But what about when I lose my top?”

She was still teasing, I realized, as she poured us both a glass of bubbly stuff. So, I played along with her game. “Assuming your ‘bountiful breasts’ should become exposed, feel free to use them against me in any way, as they are a female’s inherent assets.”

“But last time, you know… I used them against a certain part of your anatomy… a bulging part of your anatomy, in fact,” she rasped huskily.

“I know, and in spite of how nice it felt, as you know, that particular move is off limits tonight,” I stuttered, despite knowing she was toying with me.

“Okay, Lyle, I’ll stop with the tease,” she laughed. “But you blush so easily, that it’s such fun to tease! I couldn’t help myself!!” she grinned. “But really, I was just making sure about what you really wanted,” she continued, draining her glass of champagne.

“You’ll get yours,” I laughed, admitting to inner self that I really enjoyed a good tease. I finished my champagne, too, before refilling both of our glasses.

“I would certainly hope so, but don’t count on it. I might make you eat those words,” she countered in a friendly, yet challenging manner.

“That’s what tonight is about after all… a true test between us… female versus male in an equal wrestling contest,” I replied, spelling out my fantasy in no uncertain terms.

“Um hmm. I’m looking forward to it, too. I find the battle of the sexes scenario very exciting, as well, especially between well matched opponents,” she replied. And I could see by the look in her eyes that she really meant it.

It was like a signal. I popped the cork back into the Champagne bottle for safekeeping. Then we both downed our second glass of bubbly and rose to our feet. I handed Mindy her genie outfit. There was no need for further discussion, as we both knew the script. Mindy retired to the bathroom to change clothes while I did likewise in the main floor area. I wore the clothes of a beachcomber - close-hemmed, bright yellow, nylon swim shorts and a nondescript baggy t-shirt.

I’d purchased a fancy looking genie’s bottle on the Internet. I placed it in the hallway, not far from the bathroom. After a moment, I saw the bathroom door open slightly, Mindy’s cue for me to begin.

I took a deep, calming breath, trying to convince myself that this whole thing wasn’t too ridiculous, but it didn’t help. I was too far into this thing to stop now! I retraced my steps into the hallway and picked up the bottle, examining it closely.

“Hmm. What have we here?” I began, feeling exceedingly silly. “A fancy old bottle, extremely old by the look of it. If I polish it, maybe I can figure out where it came from,” I said as I began to rub the bottle with the bottom of my t-shirt.

Off to my side peripherally, Mindy silently slipped from the bathroom and switched on the hallway light, simulating the ‘poof’ of a genie emerging from the bottle.

I turned around and found Mindy stooped low to the floor as if she’d just emerged from the bottle. Like a true thespian, she slowly rose to a standing position, somehow managing a meek and unassuming appearance.

“I am the genie of the bottle,” she began, not even cracking a smile. “I grant you one wish for freeing me, even if just for a time.”

I gasped at her appearance, devastatingly beautiful and totally believable. The costume I’d purchased fit Mindy flawlessly, a perfect copy of the one worn by the genie in the old television show. But unlike the genie in the show, the bottom part of Mindy’s costume was cut lower in front, well below her navel. Somehow, even the silly little hat seemed appropriate on this Arabian apparition.

Yet, in spite of her well-toned physique, Mindy somehow managed to look physically unimposing, which was what I had requested. Mindy played the part ‘straight’ and exceedingly well. She bent her knees slightly & stooped over to hide her true stature, as well as her large bust. This was the real deal, I realized. Mindy could and would carry this thing off like a true pro. Now it was up to me to do my part!

“What is this?” I asked in reply. “Who are you?”

“As I said, handsome master, I am Jinni, genie of the bottle. I am here to grant you one wish,” she said evenly.

“Uh right,” I replied. “But unfortunately, I don’t believe you in the least. Why don’t you prove yourself before I make my wish?”

“I am sorry handsome master, but your one and only wish would be consumed if I were to comply. Surely you must have some wish you would make?” Jinni/Mindy answered convincingly, seemingly consumed within the part of playing the genie.

“Okay,” I replied flippantly, finally getting comfortable with my role. “There is one thing I’ve always wanted, though it is somewhat unusual.”

“Is it not wealth… or power?” she asked incredulously.

“No. I’m afraid not. It’s a lot more unusual than that,” I replied, grinning widely.

“Oh handsome master. I beg you, do not waste your one and only wish!” Jinni pleaded.

“I’ve decided,” I replied evenly. “This is what I want,” I began.

“Handsome master, please!” Jinni appealed loudly.

But I cut her off. “Stop. I have decided!” I told her forcefully. “What I want most is to wrestle a beautiful female, but there are a few stipulations…” I added with a smirk, still doubting her words.

“Handsome master. This is such a waste, though acceptable within my genie bounds. Your wish is hereby granted. Tell me then, what are your ‘stipulations’?” asked Jinni squarely.

I grinned at her in total disbelief, before playing along. “Okay, here it is,” I began. “I’ve always wanted to have a battle of the sexes type of wrestling match with a beautiful, well endowed female of equal physical stature and skill to myself.”

“Oh master,” she blushed. “Is that all? Surely there are further stipulations,” she giggled girlishly, sounding much like the genie in the television show.

“Well, I’d like the wrestling contest to be two out of three, by 4-second pin-falls, with no submission holds allowed. The winner of the first round will start the second round in the standard ‘down position’, giving the loser of round one a slight advantage at the start. If the match goes to three rounds, my opponent and I will reverse positions for the start of round three.”

“Agreed,” she answered without hesitation.

“And…” I hesitated shyly, “my opponent shouldn’t be timid about losing her clothing above the waist. In other words, she must be willing to wrestle with her breasts fully bared.”

“Oh, handsome master. You make me blush,” Jinni giggled again. “But these stipulations are well within my bounds and can be granted. Are there any further stipulations before battle?” she asked straightforwardly. “Location for the contest, or rules of conduct, perhaps?” she asked.

“There should be a large bed in the center of the room, with soft flooring nearby, both areas being suitable for a wrestling contest,” I replied smoothly. “And, the match should be as between friends, with no untoward holds or maneuvers. Otherwise anything, anywhere within the bounds of the room is allowable.” I hesitated a moment, then continued, “There are no further stipulations,” I said, still disbelieving. “That should just about do it!” I chuckled.

“Done, oh handsome master,” she replied. And with that, Jinni folded her arms in front of her chest and nodded her head forwards & down, ‘boinking’ just as the genie had done in the television show.

Then Jinni waved her hands to signify the transformation. “Behold, handsome master. Our wrestling chamber!”

Jinni took my hand and led me into the main portion of the room. Somehow, Jinni seemed taller now… more self-assured. Even her breasts seemed to swell larger. Though deep within I knew it was Mindy, the consummate actress, now standing fully upright and confident, my mind saw Jinni the genie instead.

“I see it, but can I believe it?” I began, pretending to see the fantasy suite as it was for the very first time - a very large Arabian harem setting, complete with vaulted doorways, numerous purple veils, a large circular bed with purple pillows & mirror above, and a large, nearly unfettered floor area in front of the bed with soft, lush carpeting.

“This is what you have wished, is it not, oh handsome one?” continued Jinni.

“Y… y… yes,” I stammered, displaying my own thespian talents, completely in my persona and finally realizing the extent of my error in my choice of wishes.

“I am truly sorry, handsome one. I tried to warn you…” she offered in solace.

“Yes, you did, repeatedly,” I began. “But the wish was still a good one… something I truly desired. But tell me, where is my opponent?” I asked.

“Oh handsome one. Do not you understand? I, Jinni, am your opponent.”

I gasped, looking her over from head to toes, unable to reply.

“Cannot you see that I am now your physical equal?” she began. “We are now of the same height & weight. In addition, I can assure you that my strength and skill are also alike yours. Our contest will truly be that of equals… but of opposite genders. Please accept me as your opponent, oh handsome one,” she implored.

I played my part, too, appearing to finally see the light. “Yes, of course,” I replied. “You are the perfect opponent. But I notice you no longer refer to me as ‘handsome master’, now saying ‘handsome one’ instead.”

“That is because you are no longer my master. Although… if you wish… I am able to allow… that if you are able to defeat me, you will once again become my master and be granted another wish. But if you should lose…”

“Yes! I agree!!” I cried, realizing my redemption was at hand, caring not about any possible consequences. But somewhere, submerged within my psyche, I couldn’t recall this offer as being in the script…

“You must first win. I can assure you that I am a most formidable opponent, your equal in every way… and more so, bared to the waist as you would have me, oh handsome one.”

I shrugged off her warning and replied, “Please, you can stop calling me handsome one. My name is Lyle and I accept your terms.”

“Accepted, oh handsome Lyle,” she replied. “And you may call me Jinni. Are you ready to begin our contest?” she continued, grinning confidently from ear to ear.

I decided ‘handsome Lyle’ was as far as I would get with Jinni and left it at that. “Yes, I am,” I told her. Jinni took my hand and led me into the luxurious main chamber.

“What is this place? I gasped.

“We are inside the bottle, oh handsome Lyle,” she beamed, “within my private chambers! It is here where we will wrestle to decide our respective fates!”

I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that, but the rapidly approaching struggle with my scantily clad, female counterpart drowned out what remained of my sensibilities.

“Come, let us prepare,” Jinni continued, removing her cute little genie’s hat & facial veil and carrying them to one side of her chamber.

I got the idea and pulled off my baggy t-shirt and unbuckled my sandals. Then I carried them to the opposite side of the bottle/room. All that remained upon my body were my close-hemmed, bright yellow, nylon swim shorts.

Jinni seemed to gasp aloud as I removed my t-shirt. Perhaps the genie was attracted to my washboard abs? After a moment’s hesitation, Jinni unfastened her sandals and set them aside, too. Now only her genie blouse, genie ‘bottoms’ and leg veils remained.

“Where should we begin our contest, oh handsome Lyle?” she asked.

I motioned to the open area in front of the circular bed. We took station opposite each other and prepared to begin. I was as hot as a pistol from the pre-match scenario we’d just acted out. And from the look in Jinni’s eyes, I swear she was about to orgasm right there on the spot. From this point forward, everything would be unscripted with the victory going to the better wrestler.

[After our last match, Mindy had told me that it was ‘foreplay, foreplay, and more foreplay’ that did it for her, but not foreplay in the usual fashion. The foreplay she craved so much came from acting out a creative, pre-match fantasy scenario.]

“Let us begin,” Jinni stated simply, moving steadfastly towards me, leaning forward on the balls of her feet for optimal balance and agility.

I matched her movements, taking a similar stance as we gradually closed the distance between us. Jinni seemed to be glancing towards my bare chest with a certain glint in her eyes, obviously hot for battle. I obliged her, swiftly grabbing an outstretched arm and pulling her towards me. As Jinni twisted around and landed with her back against my chest, I trapped her left arm behind her back with my left hand, while I slipped my right arm under her right armpit and cupped my hand against the back of her neck for a half nelson. Jinni’s right arm flailed around helplessly as she tried futilely to free herself.

Jinni tried to slip a foot behind one of mine to trip me, so I kept my feet well clear. I wasn’t sure whether to throw her to the bed, or force her onto her back on the lush carpeting. As we staggered around the room, I finally disregarded my more primal instincts, and threw her to the floor on her back. Jinni landed with a soft, well-padded thud with me atop, straddling her with a leg to each side of her taut abdomen. I wasted no time in securing her wrists and going for a schoolgirl pin. Her confined/covered breasts loomed large as I rapidly maneuvered my knees over her shoulders. Then I slipped her arms under my ankles, but didn’t let go of her wrists - Jinni was much too formidable an opponent to take that chance.

My knees were astride both sides of her head. Jinni flapped her legs, helplessly trying to catch my armpits to flip me off. But my position was too well set and she was unable to reach far enough. So instead, Jinni bridged and twisted, trying to unseat me. Every so often, when she seemed under my control, I began to pin-count, “One-thousand-one, one thousand-two…” But that was all the farther I got before Jinni would bridge and twist one shoulder up off the lush carpet on which we fought.

I was satisfied, nonetheless, with my position, which I’d managed to hold a good long time. Jinni was rapidly being worn down from the constant exertion, while I strained minimally. I had planned a battle of attrition, hoping to wear her down before taking her down altogether.

Finally, Jinni managed to bridge and twist enough to unseat me. I tumbled off her to my right. To her credit, Jinni rose to her knees very rapidly and attacked head on. But I met her hands to each other’s shoulders and we struggled in that position, face to face, trying to force the other back down to the carpeting. Jinni was as strong as me, and just as determined. As we struggled, her chest heaved within the confines of her blouse and I visualized the formidable orbs contained within.

Finally, we brushed each other’s arms aside and rushed together, chin resting upon each other’s shoulder, as we clinched in a mutual headlock. I still tried to flip Jinni onto her back, as she attempted the same with me. We were more similarly matched than I’d previously realized. Other than Jinni’s opening mistake, our moves had been fairly equal.

Jinni began rising to her feet and I had little choice but to follow along. As she gained her footing, Jinni rapidly pushed me backwards towards the bed. But I managed to plant my feet firmly on the floor just prior to contact with the bed, and as she tumbled me backwards onto the bed, I managed to flip her over the top of me. Jinni landed on her back near the head of the bed, while I remained at the foot of the bed, both feet dangling towards the floor.

I quickly jumped up from the bed, landing with my feet on the floor and turned to face Jinni, just now rising to her knees on the circular bed, a devious smile upon her face.

Up to this point, Jinni’s abundant, precocious orbs had remained covered. To my surprise, I was holding my own against Jinni, even topping her best efforts. Could it be that her true power was within her orbs, her fabulous naked orbs? More likely, perhaps, there was some weakness within myself for a female’s powerfully large, naked orbs!!

From her kneeling position at the far side of the circular bed, Jinni seemed to be considering the same question. “Perhaps our contest will be better served without the use of my upper garment,” Jinni chuckled, grinning mischievously as she unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it far to the side, unfettering her large, devilishly magnificent orbs, shimmying them to and fro prominently. It was like waving a red flag in front of a raging bull. Jinni would use her natural assets to their fullest.

“Come, join me on the bed and continue our contest. What are you waiting for, oh handsome Lyle?” she taunted, displaying her beautifully firm & shapely breasts. Jinni’s large nipples were of an unusual, but incredibly attractive rose-pink coloration - they were rock hard & erect in anticipation. “You aren’t afraid to face the power of my mighty orbs, are you?” she taunted, licking her lips seductively.

The allure of her breasts was undeniable; their call was like that of the sirens. I was drawn to them like a moth to the flame. But deep down, I knew the match would not become sexual. But there was only so much a male could take. I climbed onto the bed opposite Jinni, kneeling, prepared to resume our contest, her breasts dancing to and fro as she maneuvered seductively towards me. I knew it was a setup… that she was using her assets to distract while plotting my downfall… and it was working all too well!

Peripherally, I was aware of our two images moving towards the other in the mirror suspended above the bed. We made contact once more, but this time Jinni pressed her naked orbs firmly against my bare chest as our hands searched for some advantage over the other. I gasped loudly upon first contact with her magnificent orbs. Their firmness pressed unrelentingly against my chest, forcing me inexorably backwards towards the edge of the bed. But leaving the bedded surface was not Jinni’s goal, as she fell backwards unexpectedly and looped her veiled legs about my neck for a head scissors.

I was both bewildered & beguiled by her movements, and, in deep trouble. Her mighty orbs flopped around wildly as I thrashed about trying to free myself. I was badly distracted by her breasts and doing poorly for it. Jinni pulled firmly on my arms, forcing my face firmly against her crotch within the head scissors. From this position, I could see the underside of her breasts and just the tips of her rose-pink nipples while I suffered in thrall. I could sense (or scents?) that Jinni was particularly enjoying this phase of our contest. Jinni seemed to prefer submission holds - I was thankful our contest was by pinfalls only.

Then I noticed our images reflected in the mirror above. Jinni had a very satisfied smile on her face, while I wore a pathetic expression upon mine. I saw her mighty orbs fully in the mirror, flailing to and fro as she controlled my futile struggles. Jinni noticed my attention to the mirror, sticking out her tongue at me, giving me ‘raspberries’ just like the impish television genie might have done! I stuck out my tongue in return, just before she twisted around so I couldn’t see the mirror.

This time, I was the one expending a lot of energy trying to get free, while Jinni was regaining her energy. As I squirmed in place, eventually her leg veils obscured my view, perhaps a blessing in this case, as I could no longer see her mighty orbs. I managed to loose one of my arms from hers and slip it between her thighs and pry my head partially free. Jinni tried to re-gather my arm from between her thighs, but it was too late and I freed myself from her clutches.

But it wasn’t for long. As I rose to a sitting position, Jinni slid in close behind and clamped an arm around my neck and threw me back down to the bed. I landed on my back with Jinni squarely atop. She slithered quickly to the side, immediately trapping my right arm between her thighs. Her arms trapped my left arm while her bare chest pressed against mine in a crossbody pin. Her mighty orbs pressed firmly against my chest and I was unable to move effectively. The rose-pink nipple of her left breast was just a few scant inches from my face, seeming to tease & taunt my helplessness. Realizing submission holds to be of little value, Jinni resisted the urge for a smother, instead concentrating on a pinfall. I tried to twist, bridge or whatever, but I couldn’t break free. In the mirror above, I caught sight of the back of Jinni’s magnificent torso, strained to the limit, holding me in place.

Jinni counted me out then and there, “One-thousand-one, one thousand-two, one thousand-three, one thousand-four!! I win, oh handsome one!!” she squealed in obvious delight. Aside from her topless condition, I could have sworn Jinni was identical to the television genie, especially her devilishly playful grin! Despite losing the round, I was ecstatic!

Jinni released me and we both sat up on the bed to talk. “A good contest thus far, wouldn’t you agree, oh handsome Lyle,” Jinni began, her powerful orbs heaving up and down slowly as she regathered her wind.

“Yes, Jinni. Despite being behind one to zero, I am most pleased,” I replied.

“Most excellent,” she grinned. “Perhaps you will do better next round. Or perhaps not,” she giggled. “Methinks you are far too distracted by my orbs to wrestle effectively.”

She was right. I’d have to control my baser instincts to battle effectively. “We’ll see,” I replied. “Perhaps I can mount a comeback next round.”

“Yes,” she replied, jiggling her breasts slightly, merely to catch my attention. “We shall see…” she hesitated before continuing. “Since you have lost the first round, by the rules, you have the top position for the beginning of the second round. Where do you wish to begin, oh handsome one?” she asked.

“I think the floor will do nicely, Jinni,” I began. “How about over there?” I pointed, indicating an area as far from the bed as possible.

We rose from the bed and I grasped her hand lightly to lead her to my preferred starting point. Jinni got down to the lush carpeting on her hands and knees, assuming the ‘bottom’ position. I knelt down, my right knee alongside her left. Then I leaned over and grasped her left wrist in my left hand and wrapped my right arm around & over her back and placed my hand upon her unyielding abdomen.

“Ready, set, begin,” I stated simply.

Jinni immediately tried to rise to her feet for an escape. I fought hard, keeping her in place momentarily before sprawling forwards on her tummy. I lost control of her left arm and she nearly wriggled free. I wrapped both arms tightly around her waist and hung on while Jinni did her best to twist free. My arms slipped over her hips and around her waist, snagging her leg veils. There was a soft ripping sound as the light fabric tore free from her genie ‘bottoms’. I was left holding a thin veil of fabric as Jinni slithered free.

“Look what you have done, oh handsome one,” she began. “Now I am most cross with you for destroying my beautiful outfit!”

Not bothering to stand, Jinni launched herself upon me and we tumbled end over end across the floor. Almost automatically, our legs entwined, crotch forced against crotch, as we struggled for control. Jinni’s bare legs felt ultra smooth against my own. Her mighty orbs smashed against my smooth chest. Jinni was grinning ear to ear as we struggled, obviously enjoying the contest. Then I realized I was wearing a big grin myself!

Gradually, Jinni was forcing the action closer to the bed, no doubt believing she had an advantage there. And perhaps she did, especially with the visually stimulating mirror above. I had to stop her!

Despite the wickedly pleasant sensations, one time while atop her I twisted my legs free of hers, spreading them wide to keep her from rolling. Jinni quickly freed her hands from mine while I squirmed upwards across her body, going for a front headlock. Jinni wrapped her long arms around my chest, locked her hands together for a bearhug and squeezed mightily. Unfortunately for Jinni, I had already locked my arms around her neck, completing the front headlock. I squeezed my arms about her, clearly the more effective hold as her arms immediately released about my chest. I trapped one of her legs between mine, which limited her movements considerably.

Jinni wriggled and squirmed for long minutes trying to free herself as we rolled back and forth over the carpeting. Occasionally she was atop me, although usually beneath, but never free of the devastating headlock I’d placed upon her. Jinni’s mighty orbs were all but useless to her, as I’d lost all sight of them. Slowly, steadily, Jinni’s mighty struggles grew weaker and less frequent.

Now was my big chance! With Jinni on her back, I released the headlock and grabbed for her hands before she could react. I slid my body downwards upon hers until our chests were perfectly centered upon each other. I pressed my bare chest hard against Jinni’s mighty, naked orbs, nearly squashing them flat, trapping them firmly beneath me. My arms were splayed out solidly along the full length of her arms, holding them flat against the floor. Jinni seemed unable to resist as my legs also held hers to the carpeted floor. Instead, Jinni concentrated her energies at my chest and arms, in a test of strength. But she was badly out-positioned, having little leverage from below.

I looked her straight in the eyes. She didn’t flinch, still defiant, as I began counting, “One-thousand-one, one thousand-two, one thousand-three, one thousand-four!!” I cried, startled, not yet believing. I’d beaten the woman who I considered to be unbeatable!! But it was just one round, I realized, as I rolled off her to the side.

Jinni sat up nearby, saying, “Congratulations, oh handsome Lyle. You have defeated me, though but for one round. I shall surely win our final round.”

I turned to face Jinni, trying to avoid staring at her magnificent orbs… the ones with the large, delightfully colored, rose-pink nipples. “No way,” I stuttered, despite my best intentions.

“Let us continue, former master,” she smiled beguilingly as she rose to her feet. Then grabbed my arms, pulling me to my feet, too. Then Jinni led me towards the bed, saying, “I believe it is now your turn to be on the bottom,” she said mischievously.

“By the way, oh handsome one,” she began. “In the rush to begin our contest, perhaps I have neglected to mention one minor detail.”

I had no idea what she was getting at. There was no script at this point in the contest. “And what might that be, beauteous genie?” I asked.

“I tried to warn you, oh handsome Lyle,” she replied smugly. “But in your haste to do battle, you would hear none of it.”

“None of what?” I asked, the hairs on the back of my neck twitching nervously.

“Only that the loser of the match takes residence in this bottle as the genie,” she grinned. “I did try to warn you…”

This was totally unexpected, clearly an ad-lib. I was ecstatic!! The wager was a fantastic one!! This would be a high-stakes contest slated for the history books!! I quickly reestablished my composure. “I admit to some surprise. Although, I’m certain that I would have agreed to your terms, regardless. I am confident that I can prevail against you,” I told her.

“Believe what you will, oh handsome one,” she whispered softly as she led me onto the circular bed to begin our third round. “But I am the one who shall prevail here today,” she countered effectively. “Please take the bottom position in the center of the bed,” she ordered.

I knee-walked to the center area and got down on my hands and knees. Jinni knelt down alongside as I had done with her at the beginning of round two. She placed her left hand upon my left wrist. Then she slowly leaned over, allowing her rock-hard nipples to trace a slight pattern onto the skin of my back as she placed her right arm about me. When Jinni placed her hand upon my stomach and lingered/groped momentarily, I realized she was attracted to my six-pack abs. For a few long moments, Jinni remained poised above with her nipples continuing to lightly trace light patterns across the bare skin of my back while her hand softly stroked upon my abs. At the moment, I was unsure which of us was the more distracted.

But finally, Jinni chose to begin the third and deciding round… the one in which everything had been wagered… “Ready, set, go,” she ordered with intense determination.

I was prepared, and thankfully I knew something about starting a match from the bottom position. I quickly reached for her hand, the one pressed against my abs, and grabbed hold of Jinni’s right wrist, executing a roll away from Jinni’s position on the bed. Jinni was hauled inexorably over my back as I tucked and rolled. She landed flat on her back next to me on the bed, as I automatically jumped atop of her. It was a classic move that I’d used, yet I had managed it against a wrestler of Jinni’s considerable skills - totally amazing!!!

Perhaps she was stunned, but it was only momentary, as Jinni quickly went to work at escape. I found myself lying across Jinni, my back pressed against her tummy, her legs thrashing about trying to bridge. I realized my good fortune, so when her left leg thrashed upwards momentarily, I snaked my right arm behind her knee and pulled her leg over my body and towards her head. I quickly looped my left arm around her neck and clasped my two hands together. I’d captured Jinni in a cradle pin!! For a time, I allowed myself to believe I might defeat this formidable female. Perhaps such things were possible!!

Jinni’s arms flapped around uselessly. Her right leg seemed equally useless as I held her in thrall. While she struggled mightily, Jinni’s potent orbs were completely flattened against my back, out of my line of sight, leaving me immune to their hypnotic sway. Perhaps the formula for success was keeping her breasts ‘out of play.’

I rolled Jinni’s shoulders back against the mattress, going for the pin. I began to count her out. “One-thousand-one, one thousand-two…” But she kicked back with her right leg, rocking both of us upwards and freeing her shoulders momentarily from the pin.

But we rocked back again into place with her shoulder’s pinned to the mattress. So I began the count once again. “One-thousand-one, one thousand-two, one thousand-three…” But Jinni kicked out with her right leg, again freeing her shoulders momentarily and interrupting the count at the last second.

I’d almost gotten Jinni that time, plus I could sense that she was weakening from the strain. I tried once more. “One-thousand-one, one thousand-two, one thousand-three…” It went as the previous attempt, but with one big exception. Jinni again kicked out with her right leg, freeing her shoulders momentarily, but her left arm came free from beneath her. Jinni quickly went to work at breaking my handclasp. In seconds, my hands came apart and she flip/rolled my body up and over her head.

I landed face down on the bed, momentarily disoriented. Jinni took advantage, slipping an arm under my left arm, ultimately securing the back of my neck. She flipped me over onto my back neatly and leaped on top. Her legs neatly straddled my waist, her butt resting on my 6-pack abs. I was unsure what she planned next - Schoolgirl pin or Grapevine pin?

But Jinni just sat there, holding my abdomen down to the mattress with her ass and pressing her hands against my shoulders to keep them down. It wasn’t a particularly effective pin, but then I saw her beautiful breasts, dangling and jostling above me as we struggled. Jinni’s goal was now clear - trapping me beneath with an unobstructed view of her two mighty orbs. She knew I found them to be irresistible.

My hands were locked to her shoulders, trying futilely to wrest her from my body, while her hands were locked upon my shoulders holding them tightly to the mattress.

“I know your weakness, oh handsome one,” smiled Jinni. “My bountiful orbs are most potent against a male such as you. I’ve watched… You cannot take your eyes from them. When they sway one way or the other, your eyes always follow. You cannot resist their power… Now I will finish you.”

Perhaps Jinni was right. I couldn’t take my eyes off her beautifully shaped breasts… her unusually attractive, rose pink nipples… the large, rock-hard nipples… Maybe I was indeed done for.

She began to count, a certain smugness to her voice. “One-thousand-one, one thousand-two…”

I closed my eyes and twisted a shoulder up from the mattress as she just reached three. I’d stopped the count, but my shoulder fell back to the mattress and she began the count anew. “One-thousand-one, one thousand-two…”

My eyes had come open momentarily, but I shut them again and twisted my shoulders hard. Thankfully, I couldn’t see her powerful orbs dancing wildly above my body as we struggled for the final pin. This time, I barely beat the four-count that would have finished me. I’d have to a lot more careful - my eyes remained closed.

“Is there a problem, oh handsome one?” Jinni taunted. “Are my very dominant orbs too much for a mere male?” she laughed. “Are you so afraid of them that you cannot open your eyes?” she goaded.

“Perhaps,” I replied. “But I do what I must.” Before she could begin the count once more, I twisted hard and fast, this time raising both shoulders from the mattress and forcing Jinni’s shoulders to the side. Jinni tumbled from the bed, landing to the lush carpeting below with a soft thud.

Jinni quickly rolled free of the area alongside the bed, so there was no way to take advantage. I slid my legs off the bed and stood up, my feet firmly planted on the soft, carpeted floor. Jinni rose warily to her feet a safe distance away.

“Impressive, oh handsome Lyle, most impressive indeed,” Jinni complimented. “We are tied, each with one win. And then you nearly pin me, and even manage to resist my orbs of power. Perhaps this match will be more difficult than I’d imagined…”

“I, too, am impressed,” I replied as we began to circle one another guardedly. “You are the embodiment of my wish, a truly formidable female wrestling opponent.”

“Thank you, oh handsome one. But you are most formidable yourself. And, I find myself drawn to your wonderful abdomen, much as you are drawn to my orbs,” she countered truthfully.

“I see now,” I replied, the light bulb finally coming on. “That is why you sat upon my stomach… you were avoiding eye contact with my six-pack abs.”

“What is a six-pack, oh handsome one,” she grinned, suddenly lunging at me.

I knew she was lulling me with the sweet talk, so I was ready for her attack. Her chest smacked hard against mine. Our hands found each other and our knuckles were soon locked together in a test of strength. I could feel the warmth of her sweat-soaked orbs pressed close against me. I fought with all my strength. Fortunately for me, her breasts were outside my field of view.

I tripped Jinni backwards to the floor, managing to keep my hands locked with hers. I immediately went for the bodypress pin, as it had worked so effectively in the previous round. I held Jinni for a few moments, but was unable to secure the hold. I fought her there for a time, trying with every ounce of my being to establish the bodypress pin. But Jinni fully realized the danger and countered my every attempt effectively. I decided to try a new tack.

I swung my legs off Jinni to the side and grabbed for her right arm before she knew to resist. I tucked it neatly between my thighs for safekeeping. Then I laid my chest across hers and attempted to secure Jinni’s left arm to complete a crossbody pin. But Jinni saw it coming and kicked out with her legs, pulling her arm free of my thighs, attempting to flip me over her head. It nearly worked, but I rolled back into position, chest against chest. I reached once more for her right arm, wishing to secure it between my thighs again. But she twisted and squirmed and fought all my efforts. When Jinni kicked out & pushed at my body a second time, I couldn’t help but flip over the top of her.

I was sorely disappointed, having figured my chance at a pin as very good. But Jinni had deflected my attempts, although I could sense weariness to her movements. But there was weariness to my movements, too. We staggered to our feet once more to face off. I thought little about the stakes of the match. All I wanted was to wrestle this formidable female, the one with the magnificent orbs of power! I lusted at the mere sight of her glistening breasts, the rose-pink tint of her nipples somehow enrapturing my soul to its core! I couldn’t take my eyes from them, softly swaying just a few feet in front of me as we circled slowly.

Suddenly Jinni lunged at my waist in a sort of tackle. I flew backwards landing directly onto the bed. We landed near the center of the circular bed, my back to the mattress with Jinni perched atop my body. Her legs straddled my waist as she sat on my abdomen. As before, Jinni held my shoulders down against the mattress with her arms, allowing her mighty orbs to sway to and fro above me. I hadn’t the strength to resist and watched their every movement, entranced especially by Jinni’s hard & erect, rose pink nipples.

After a few moments, Jinni shifted positions for a full Schoolgirl pin. My goose was all but cooked. Jinni’s mighty orbs swung about wildly above me as I twisted and turned futilely. I’d never really seen her breasts from directly below. I saw the underside of her orbs, the beautifully shaped curvature all the more apparent from this angle. My movements slowed noticeably as all resistance left my body. The underside of her rigid, rose pink nipples was the last thing I was aware of as Jinni finished counting me out. I’d lost the match!!

Jinni just sat there atop me in the Schoolgirl pin, savoring her victory. My face was buried deep between her thighs, as I lay there trapped. Her female scent was overwhelming and I found myself wondering whether she had just orgasmed. I’d been sorely aroused throughout the match, but not to the point of orgasm. But had she???

After a few moments, Jinni finally spoke from her position of power, still holding me in the clutches of the Schoolgirl pin. “Forgive me, oh handsome Lyle, for I have bested you in a fair wrestling contest.”

“Yes, Jinni. You have truly bested me in a contest beyond all of my wishes,” I replied honestly.

“You must call me Jeannie, now, oh handsome one” she replied. “And I must call you Jin, as you are now the genie of the bottle.”

“But, but,” I countered. “What shall I do??” I gasped as she rolled away and stepped onto the floor, striding away determinedly.

“Farewell, oh handsome Jin. I wish you good luck,” she began. “Perhaps a beautiful female will find your bottle in a mere thousand years. And, perhaps she might be willing to wrestle you for a chance at gaining a wish… versus regaining your freedom… who can say for certain?”

And with that, Jeannie switched off the lights, a clear signal that she had left me to my fate… the new genie of the bottle.

Epilogue:

I finally snapped out of my stupor, regaining reality once more. It had all seemed so real… Jinni the genie… our wrestling battle… a new wish for me versus freedom for her. And she’d bested me. But it had been close! I’d won one round and had a few near pins in the third round against this most formidable female. My male rod was throbbing and I wanted her so badly!! But within my being, I knew the thought to be futile. I’d spent the night with Mindy once before and nothing untoward had happened. So, ‘what was different this time?’ I asked myself. Yet, I hoped against hope that she would return… perhaps naked???

But my hopes were dashed once more as Mindy stepped from the bathroom and switched on the room lights. She was dressed in the same clothes in which she’d arrived.

“How are you doing, Lyle?” she asked innocently. “Did I earn my fee?”

I snapped out of it, now realizing fully that this woman, Mindy, was out of my league. The best I could hope for was to ‘rent’ her from time to time… to satisfy my extremely vivid wrestling fantasies. “Yes, and more,” I enthused. “As for your other question, I’m doing fine, considering I’m the new genie of the bottle.”

“Yeah, I was hoping you’d like that particular ad-lib twist to the script. It opens up the possibility of a similar rematch sometime, if you want,” she smiled.

That was one of the things I liked about Mindy… she was totally willing to indulge and even improve upon my wrestling fantasies, no matter how silly they might seem. But I was beginning to think that Mindy enjoyed the fantasy scripts nearly as much as I did. Otherwise, it would probably never occur to her to ad-lib so creatively. I daydreamed momentarily as Mindy fetched our glasses and sat down in the loveseat for some more champagne.

My ideal woman, I realized yet again, the one I hoped to meet & marry someday, would be a large breasted, potent wrestler with an active fantasy life and vivid imagination. It wasn’t Mindy, I assumed, just someone very much like her.

Mindy patted the cushion next to hers on the loveseat, holding a glass of champagne for me, indicating for me to have a seat next to her. I got up from the bed, walked over and plopped down next to Mindy, completely spent.

“I’m bushed,” she began. “That was one tough match!”

I wasn’t sure of her meaning, so I let it pass. “Me, too,” I replied uneasily. “I’m worn out, too. But it was really great… incredible, in fact!”

“Yes, it was. And congratulations on an incredible match!” she beamed “You won one round and nearly had me pinned three or four times in the third round.”

“Yeah,” I replied, thrilled to have gotten one round off her. “Maybe next time I can get two…”

“Yeah, maybe,” she smiled. “That is if you can keep from being distracted by my boobs. Or was it my nipples?” she asked.

“Both, I guess,” I chuckled for a moment or two before continuing. “I admit two wins against you are pretty unlikely, and I don’t really want to get over my breast fixation. Although, I did manage to control it a few times …” I pondered. “I just can’t help it, I guess. But it’s your fault, too, you know.”

“How’s that?” she asked. “My breasts are a bit larger than average, but they’re not that large. Surely you’ve encountered women with larger breasts than mine?”

“Uh, yes, as a matter of fact. But of the few that agreed to wrestle with me, none were really that talented, or that strong, or that interested in a good match.” I hesitated. Dare I tell her the rest? I gulped hard, then blushed deeply, “And… um… none of them has ever had such beautifully shaped breasts… with such beautiful rose pink nipples.”

“Why Lyle! What a nice thing to say!” she beamed. “I’m flattered… truly flattered,” she said, leaning over towards me. At first I thought she was going to kiss me on the cheek. But she suddenly jerked back, as if smacking into an invisible barrier. Yes, I told myself, Mindy was definitely out of my reach.

We chatted for a long time, discussing the match in detail. I explained my philosophy that breasts were the natural assets of a female, which to me meant that women should always wrestle topless. Mindy smiled at that, countering that I was truly the ultimate breast man. And, she was right. But still…

We even discussed the bodypress pin I’d used successfully to pin her. I preferred the term ‘breast-squash pin,’ while Mindy had opted for the term ‘breast-press pin,’ which I finally accepted after much discussion. I got the distinct impression that Mindy had actually enjoyed being pinned. Then she teased me endlessly about my breast fixation, but I deserved it.

Finally, we finished the champagne and Mindy rose to leave. I walked her to the door.

“Spending the night in your bottle, Jin?” she asked.

“Yep, I’m afraid so. I’m too tired to go home right now anyway. You could stay, you know?” I asked, ever hopeful.

“Sorry Lyle, against the rules y’know,” she grinned, putting on an artificially happy face. “Last time was an exception… we were out in the middle of nowhere and all, plus Bruno was along.”

“Yeah, I understand,” I sulked.

“Hey, any ideas for next time?” she beamed.

It was clear Mindy was trying to cheer me up, and it worked. “Uh, yeah, as a matter of fact I do.”

“C’mon. You can tell me. In fact, you have to tell me!” she mock threatened. “There’re some things a girl has just got to know!”

“I thought women liked surprises,” I teased.

Mindy pushed me backwards so my back was against the wall and then grabbed my arms and pinned them over my head against the wall. Her breasts heaved up and down within the confines low-cut dress. Her ample cleavage threatened me once more. It was great!

After a few moments of pretend indecision, I spilt the first part of it to Mindy, “I’m thinking about being a wealthy industrialist.”

“Boring,” she teased, before letting me continue.

“And you’re my kidnapper. Naturally… Oh sorry. The rest is a secret,” I teased.

“Um, delicious, Lyle. You have such a vivid imagination! And who knows, maybe you’ll be able to withstand the onslaught of my breasts next time,” she teased in return. “And maybe not…” she smiled wickedly.

I swear Mindy nearly leaned over to kiss me, but it must have been my imagination, as she quickly spun around and opened the door to leave. “Good night Lyle, and thanks,” she beamed. “Tonight was truly a great fantasy!”

“Um hmm,” I smiled. “Yes, it certainly was!”

Mindy turned and walked down the hallway towards the elevator. I waved goodbye to her as she stepped inside and the elevator door closed.

I’d have to content myself with being alone tonight… as a genie trapped within his bottle.

The End