Naomi Wilkinson tries Kickboxing

Early mornings for many older viewers are brightened immensely by the sunny presence of beautiful children’s tv presenter Naomi Wilkinson. The nubile young brunette with the dazzling eyes and flawless honey skin is probably being ogled by a mix of dads and mums as she cheerfully introduces each programme, or dances and sings in the showcase programme she features in. Kids watch oblivious to her charms, as older viewers look for a flash of thigh or glimpse of belly as she throws herself enthusiastically into her work.
Outside of work Naomi is keen to keep herself in perfect condition, and is a member of a private health club just a couple of miles from where I live. During the last year or so I have got to know Naomi fairly well, to the extent that she is comfortable with my flirting with her, and treats the physical contact I instigate, such as a brief hug, or an arm around the shoulders, with a flash of a smile. Naomi leads a very busy life, and at the moment she does not have a steady relationship. She lives in a very smart flat, and drives a very desirable car, but spends much of her time in London away from her home and local friends. When she is at home, and she visits the gym, it is usually on her own. I have a relationship which though testing, is fairly steady, but it doesn’t prevent me from desiring this beautifully formed tv presenter.
I’m not the only one of course. Naomi wearing cropped top and cycling shorts with her shapely thighs and sexy midriff gleaming is a sight to behold, and she has several admirers at the gym. There is one admirer whose desires interest me. It is a woman. Not attractive in the slightest I’m afraid, in fact she is mannish, with a ripped taut body, pale skin, and shortish spiky blonde hair. She wears a common looking tattoo at the base of her spine, and another one on her shoulder. The woman spends much of her time in the free weights area with her hot eyes glued to Naomi’s softer sleeker curves as the beautiful presenter works out on the cross trainers. I’ve watched her many times, and she very obviously is letching after Naomi, no doubt as I do, but in a really obvious manner. I’ve noticed her brush past Naomi on purpose, on several occasions, once deliberately allowing her hand to brush the cheek of Naomi’s pert ass. The weights woman looks to be in her early thirties maybe. Probably about eight or nine years older than Naomi who has just turned twenty two.
I mentioned the weights woman to Naomi the other day when I managed to engineer the opportunity to buy her a soft drink in the bar after a work out. I wondered f she had realised. Of course she had. She flashed me a sparkling white smile and said live and let live. She wasn’t troubled by the woman.
As time went on I noticed that the woman began speaking to Naomi, looking her up and down as she faced her. I saw Naomi blush once, after being cornered in the entrance way and spoken to for a minute or so by the weights woman, who was leaning into her as she spoke.
In the bar Naomi came over to me, which got me feeling pretty good for a start. She told me that the weights woman, whose name apparently was Lynn, had insisted on Naomi visiting her home to see her personal gym and training facilities. She had offered Naomi free use of these if ever she needed privacy. It had been hard to say no, and Naomi reluctantly had agreed to go. Now she wished she had said no. I sympathised with her. You had better watch out for her I said.
On one of her next visits, coincidently perhaps on a day when Naomi had chosen one of her sexiest and most revealing outfits, Lynn made her move. She brow beat Naomi into taking the short trip to her home. There was no need to change first, it was a hot day, and the two very different women left in Lynn’s open top MX5 for the short trip. Naomi shot me a nervous glance as she was swept out of the equipment room by an enthusiastic Lynn. I stayed at the gym for another hour but neither Naomi nor Lynn returned.
It was a couple of days before I saw Naomi again at the gym, and had an opportunity to quiz her. She told me that in truth, Lynn had an amazing private gym, and that she had even showed her how to spar in her fourteen foot kick boxing ring. My draw almost dropped open. I could just imagine how much the big brutish Lynn would have enjoyed that. I think I might have blushed a little as I asked Naomi how she had fared as a boxer. The tv presenter was no fighter she said, and she had felt a little intimidated as Lyn had physically exerted her superiority over her. The bigger woman had given Naomi a bit of a shock talking openly about her experiences in the ring. She had lavished praise on the nubile Naomi though, and taken care to maintain acceptable boundaries. Lynn had insisted that Naomi return this week, and this time she was to have a second lesson in the ring. Naomi was not going to go. She was going to make her excuses, but I spoke up for Lynn, and encouraged Naomi to trust the tattooed blonde. She’s just being friendly I said. In my mind I was imagining the big blonde lesbian digging her fists into Naomi’s feminine curves. Oh yes. I had to change her mind.
I saw Lynn later, and with Naomi gone, I had a word with her. She smiled and nodded.
It was the day Naomi was due back at Lynns. It would be late afternoon as she was on tv over breakfast, live from the studio in London. I watched her , enthralled by her smile and her deep brown eyes. Her arms were bare, toned but not muscular. She didn’t look like a kick boxer.
At 5’o’clock Naomi arrived at Lynn’s large secluded home. Having inherited a large amount of money, the 32 year old career woman had fitted out an amazing gym. Sure enough she had a ring, lighting and even video cameras set up to record her activities should she want to review them later. She was a very confident character this blonde, and the way she manoeuvred Naomi into complying with her very dubious desires was impressive. After drinks she had Naomi change. Lynn was already dressed in short leather fight boots, black shorts, and a grey singlet top. It was warm, very warm in fact inside the gym, and with Lynn’s continuous compliments on Naomi’s figure and looks, having the tv presenter try on some incredibly sexy gear didn’t seem that unusual. In fact Naomi began to enjoy it , twirling for Lynn in a sports bra and lycra shorts as Lynn showered her with compliments. The next outfit was the one that made Naomi blush. From the short soft leather ankle boots, there were Naomi’s shapely calves, then the whole length of her gleaming golden brown thighs, until you came to a very skimpy pair of lycra shorts, closer to briefs than shorts, and leaving a large portion of each pert ass cheek completely bare. The waistband scooped low across the belly exposing most of Naomi Wilkinson’s lower abdomen. At the sides were just two thin straps of lycra at hip height. Your eyes moved up over the abdomen to the tummy, the navel bare, cute and sexy. Above the waspish 23” waist the sleek ribcage and the swell of Naomi’s perfectly formed d cup breasts, encased in the flimsiest gossamer thin lycra bra. The bra was no more than you would expect in a daring bikini set, exposing not only a good part of the tops of each mound, nut most of their sides, and a little of the under curves. With the firmess of youth together with a natural roundness, Naomi’s breasts were superbly shaped. In her excitement and to her embarrassment, her nipples were becoming stubby and beginning to push out through the thin lycra. She twirled for Lynn again, blushing deeply, unable to avoid her breasts quivering erotically under her gaze. “Come on”, she said suddenly getting up and shepherding her “opponent” into the ring. “We’ll kick box today. No need for protection I think, so leave the guards and helmets. If you like we can wear the MMA gloves, or go bare fisted. What do you think Naomi?” The blushing tv star tried to laugh. She looked mouth watering, and so clearly overmatched by Lynn it gave this whole scenario an erotic charge. “I better not wear gloves” she laughed, not with my nails. “Bare fists then” said Lynn, laughing. Naomi did not in her wildest dreams actually expect Lyn to hit her.
This would have been the tale of the tape. “On my left, weighing in at 120 pounds, in the white boots and matching shorts and top, at 5’6” tall, (and measuring 36d 23 36 I added to myself) is the beautiful TV presenter, Miss Naomi Wilkinson. On my right, weighing in at 147 pounds, in the black outfit, at 5’8” tall (and 38a 27 36), a local prizefighter, is Lynn “the Bull” Taylor.”

Naomi flashed a smile as Lynn moved towards her purposefully. The young TV presenter had such an amazing figure, a genuine 10. Those breasts quivering as she stepped back, with the nipples hardened looking so inviting. Her rich long brown hair swirling around her shapely shoulders.
Naomi was being bustled around the ring by Lynn, “come on girl”, Lynn was saying, “fight me.”
“Now first of all I would slow you down a bit using my legs, to kick into your thighs”. Lynn aimed a soft kick into Naomi’s left thigh. “A few more like that…..I’d work on the same place, weakening that left thigh. Lynn sent three more kicks into the smooth muscle of Naomi’s shapely thigh. “You should try to counter. “
Naomi danced clear and tried a kick of her own. Lynn avoided it easily.
“There are other ways I could slow you down too, like this.” Lynn stepped in and landed a light punch on Naomi’s delicious stomach. The same sexy stomach I wanted to lick and kiss! Naomi felt that one and made an audible gasp. The legs again, added Lynn, grabbing Naomi by her upper arms and pulling her onto a raised knee to her left thigh. Ouch.
Watching on the monitor upstairsI felt myself hardening rapidly and had to sit down to avoid embarrassment.
Naomi hobbled backwards only to be caught again round her tiny waist in Lynn’s arms and given a sort of improvised bear hug. Now that was sexy. I loved the sight of those quite muscular white arms locking around that honey gold waist. “How does she feel?” I wanted to ask Lynn.
“Hey!” cried Naomi as she was forced to arch backwards in Lynn’s grasp. The blonde was looking down at those thinly veiled breasts and releasing her bear hug, she pushed the TV presenter into the ropes.
“I thought I’d show you a wrestling move too” Lynn laughed. Naomi bounced into the ropes and hung on with her arms outstretched. She looked stunning, if a little flustered. Lynn watched her for a moment then strode forwards. “Well if you leave yourself open Naomi, I might as well soften you up a bit”. The blonde swung back and delivered a medium weight punch into Naomi’s belly, making the sexy presenter grunt and bend forwards. Lynn shoved her back upright with her left hand, then hit Naomi even harder . Her fist smacked into Naomi’s ribs. The 22 year old coughed and curled to her left, exposing the other side of her ribs. Lynn crunched another punch into the revealed skin.
Hearing those fists thud home into that sleek body, and hearing Naomi cry out in pain, so totally outclassed by the big blonde, I almost moaned myself with excitement and pleasure. This was when Lynn winked at me. I remembered our earlier conversation. Lynn new that she was free to do whatever she liked to Naomi.
“You really ought to cover up and fight back girl” said Lynn as she continued to soften her young opponent. The TV presenter tried to speak and even tried a jab at Lynn’s face but Lynn subdued Naomi with several more precision punches into the girl’s scantily clad torso. Naomi began to fold forward again, and was roughly pushed upright by the meaty blonde.
“Naomi, you really are very hot aren’t you. You have a great body. I am really going to enjoy myself now” said Lynn.
Naomi looked helpless as Lynn targeted the 22 year old TV presenter’s left breast, with a beautiful clubbing punch which struck the bare outer curve and set the firm mound quivering deliciously. A soft sexy moan escaped from Naomi’s full lips.
I could hardly believe my eyes. Lynn had just punched Naomi in the breast! The big blonde pulled the tearful brunette away from the ropes and walked round her, looking her up and down. Naomi was whimpering, clutching her hurting breast.
Lynn kicked her in the thigh, and watched her stagger back a step. Naomi tried to wipe her eyes, but Lynn grabbed the arm and twisted it up behind Naomi’s back, before thrusting the hot presenter against a corner post belly first. Helpless to resist Naomi squealed as Lynn began to hammer her knee into her ass cheeks. Lynn pummelled Naomi’s pert bum with knee lifts, then turned her around, and hit her in the belly. Naomi coughed and gasped, her face wet with tears and perspiration under the hot ring lights. Lynn snarled and started to go to work on the contents of Naomi’s skimpy lycra bra. I watched with hungry eyes and an ever harder erection as the brutal blonde smashed her fists into that bra, mercilessly working over each rubbery firm breast in turn. With Naomi crying, glistening with perspiration, and half naked, being beaten up by a bigger rougher woman, this was the hottest thing I had ever seen. It was about to get even hotter.
Naomi dropped to the mat gasping, and was treated to a kick to her belly. When she rolled over, Lynn kicked her again in the side. Naomi began to crawl towards the ropes, with Lynn slicing kicks into her sides until the hot presenter collapsed on her belly. Then Lynn knee dropped Naomi in the kidneys, before hammering her fists up and down the length of the girl’s perfect back. Naomi was taking an incredible beating. I still couldn’t believe it. I certainly wasn’t about to intervene. I wanted to see Lynn beating up Naomi some more.
By now Lynn had to string Naomi up in the ropes in order to keep her upright. Naomi shook her head desperately trying to stay conscious. Lynn kneed her in the crotch. That helped keep her awake.
Suddenly my erection tweaked even more as I witnessed Lynn ripping off Naomi’s bra, and freeing Naomi’s perfect springy breasts with their turrets of brown nipple. For the next ten minutes I watched Lynn pulverising Naomi Wilkinson’s gorgeous breasts, hitting her just for fun. Every now and again the big blonde would kiss Miss Wilkinson on the lips, or twist a nipple in her fingers, but mostly she just hit the girl’s beautiful breasts.
The Channel Five girl cried and moaned sexily as she took the beating of her young life. Lynn was loving it, working her fists all over Naomi’s slick bare torso now, pummelling the hot girl’s gorgeous belly and breasts.
When at last Naomi was spread out on her back on the mat, more than half an hour had passed. Lynn had destroyed all resistance in the TV girl. The blonde moved to Naomi’s thighs and peeled down the thong, leaving Miss Wilkinson naked. Then she slid her fingers inside Naomi and began to work on the TV girl’s clit. As she did, she sucked on Naomi’s nipples and kissed her on the lips eagerly. Naomi was helpless, and did not react. She found the assault terrible and frightening. In no way did it turn on the TV presenter. The opposite was true for Lynn. She grew wet as she mauled and kneaded Naomi Wilkinson, sliding herself up and down on top of her. Soon Lynn had an orgasm on Naomi, and let out a real cry of pleasure.
I watched Lynn humping Naomi for a long time. Then, satiated, Lynn dragged Naomi back to her feet and threw some water over her. The TV girl rocked on unsteady feet, dripping wet. Lynn smashed a punch across Naomi’s face, a thin line of blood spraying out from a cut to the presenters lips. Naomi hobbled backwards into the ropes and swayed there, helpless. Lynn began to smash Naomi’s face from side to side. There was more blood as the nose burst along with both lips. The eyes became puffy, the left one closing under Lynn’s hard knuckles. The blonde lesbian smashed and smashed Naomi Wilkinson’s face, brutalising the TV girl, literally beating her to pulp. Then she destroyed Naomi’s breasts and belly completely, before viciously pulverising the girl’s crotch and inner thighs. Several brutal bone cracking back breakers followed, then several gutbusters. Kicks lashed across Naomi’s bloodied face repeatedly as the hot TV girl lay unmoving in the centre of the ring. A pool of blood formed under Naomi’s battered face. Still Lynn wanted to work on that amazing body.
By now I was done. It was becoming too brutal for me. I waited for Lynn to finish, before going down and seeing that Naomi had been beaten unconscious. Lynn cleaned her up as she lay there. She asked if she should replace the thong and I said yes. Lynn then went to shower. I looked at Naomi laying there, and began to bring her round.
Fiction 2010.