Wrestling Sue
by Barfly6363

I was nervous yet excited at the same time. I was going to wrestle Sue, a 30 year old school bus driver who was also into the underground wrestling scene. I had met Sue through a women’s wrestling website and after chatting and meeting in public at a coffee shop, we scheduled our match on a weekday afternoon when her kids would be at school and her husband would be working. I knew her neighborhood and drove slowly down the street looking for her house number, the excitement building as the numbers started to get closer to hers. I parked in her driveway and quickly jumped out after grabbing my bag. I was glad it was a weekday and nobody was around because the private wrestling I do is still a secret from my friends and family and I’m always afraid I will run into somebody I know on my way to a match. Sue opened the door as soon as I stepped on the porch and motioned me in as she stood back. She was barefoot and wearing a pink string bikini. She pushed the door closed after I walked in so that nobody could see her from the outside. We talked briefly while I glanced around nervously, making sure that we were alone. Some of the curtains were closed and others weren’t and I was a little nervous about that, but decided not to say anything. There were mats on the living room floor behind her. I asked where I could change and Sue showed me down the hall to the restroom.

I always bring several outfits to wear when I wrestle so that I can dress similar to my opponent and I pulled out my blue print string bikini for wrestling Sue since we were the same size, 5’6 and 180 pounds. It is one of the tiniest bikinis that I own. I checked myself out in the mirror, front and back, put on a little perfume and then walked out to the living room where Sue was waiting. We went over the rules one more time; strictly wrestling, no hitting, kicking, slapping or other catfighting tactics. We dropped to our knees and the match was on. I got a quick body scissors on Sue and wrestled her to the mats, putting her back down and pinning her. I wasn’t sure if I could submit her so fast into the match but I did want to gain control quickly and I had control of her. My thighs were locked just under her boobs and I could see her nipple peak out as she struggled to try to break free. I tried to slip my scissors up over her breasts and go for a submission on her, but she was too smart to let me do that and blocked my attempts. I was holding the scissors for a long time and got a little careless which allowed Sue to roll to her knees and put me to my back in the guard position. I still had the body scissors on her, but I had very little control. Sue was doing her best to break my legs apart when one of her breasts fell out of her top. She immediately tried to cover up and I told her it wasn’t a big deal. She went back to trying to break my scissors and didn’t bother to cover up. I struggled to keep the scissors in place, but when she reached back and slid her hand between my ankles, my scissors broke. Sue quickly jumped on top and slid into a schoolgirl pin placing her knees on my biceps as she worked the schoolgirl on me. I had some serious bruises the next day from her schoolgirl. I fought under her as she struggled to keep me down and with a loud grunt; I was able to turn out, only to be captured in her body scissors while she was facing me. She was smart and took us down to our sides and added a barehug for more pressure. We struggled on our sides, rather, I struggled while she stayed wrapped around me and I managed to inch slightly down her body, only to find her boob pinned against my face. Since we were both wrestling each other in tiny bikinis and most of the curtains were closed so that nobody could see in, I used a favorite distraction trick of mine to escape. I began to slide her exposed breast into my mouth, just a little. She reacted like I thought she might, she kept the holds on me but stopped pressuring them. I moved my mouth over her breast until I reached her nipple and then slowly started sucking when she released the barehug and then the scissors. Once her ankles unlocked and her feet dropped to the floor, I stopped sucking and slid on top of her into a school girl pin. She never said a word as I straddled her breasts and pinned my knees on top of her shoulders, but she knew I just reversed my way out of a pretty good hold. Sue struggled under me trying to escape and when she started bucking, my breasts bounced out of my top. I made no effort to cover them back up. She let out a loud grunt and threw me to the side unexpectedly and I lost my school girl, but she was in perfect headscissors position so I went for it. She saw it coming and at the last second got an arm between her head and my thigh to save her. Still, I wrestled her into it and I was happy about that. She was in my favorite headscissors position, facing me, but I wasn’t going to waste all of my energy for a submission if I wasn’t sure I was going to get it because she got her arm inside so I laid back and enjoyed the hold as best as one can. Hah! I lay stretched out on my side resting my head on my hand and watched her struggle. She tried to stand awkwardly a couple of times but I powered her back down with my thighs and then decided to go for it. Lying on my side with my thighs clamped around her head and neck, I started to stretch my body all the way out to add pressure and just kept the headscissors locked on her. About 30 seconds later she started tapping on my hip, tap tap tap, tap tap tap, tap tap tap, tap tap tap, and the first submission was mine.

We started the next fall and I gained the advantage with a well applied headlock. Sue pulled us backwards and down to the mat where she wrestled her way on top of me and secured a basic body press. Her breasts were falling out as she wrestled on top of me, pinning my back and shoulders into the mats as she dropped her breasts down against mine. She reached for my wrists and after a brief struggle, she snatched them both and pinned them above my head. I was in trouble now. She kept her weight on top of me and after about a minute, she asked if I submitted. I said no. She looked down at me and then spread her thighs wider for even more leverage. She dropped her chin on my shoulder and stayed on top of me, keeping my back and shoulders pinned into the mats. I could feel her breath and then she started talking, “your pinned barb, can you escape?” When she said that I planted my feet and threw up a high bridge to try to roll out. I was arching my back high when she decided to grip my hips with her inner thighs and pin herself against me. When I dropped the bridge, she stayed on top of my hips, riding them. Every move I made she was right with me, like her inner thighs were glued to my hips. When I tried to bridge up, I was taking her weight with me. When I tried to turn out, I was turning her weight too. Fuck! I was going to have to submit to a pin! Her mouth was near my ear, her chin was resting on my shoulder and her hair was tickling my face. We were both perspiring. When she stretched my wrists even higher above my head she had me and didn’t have to ask. I gave her a verbal, “all right, you got me, I submit” submission and we were now tied 1-1 in the match.

We started the third match more aggressive than the first two. It was obvious we were comfortable with each other now. I gained about a 30 second schoolgirl on Sue that I had up high but she flipped me off and broke free. I ended up behind her and went for a quick headscissors but missed, although I was able to get a leg around her upper body from the back. With my foot and then calf bouncing against her breasts, we wrestled for position as I tried to gain more control on her. She was struggling to escape when I took her down to her back and moved into a cross body pin, sliding one of her arms between my thick thighs and pinning her other arm out to the side. My breasts were bouncing as I began to use my weight on her to keep her pinned and she was none too happy to have her back and shoulders buried in the mats like they were. Sue was a big girl like me and didn’t like to submit to a pin. I could tell by the way she was struggling and the look on her face, which made me want to pin her all the more. I stretched her arm out farther to the side and used my dead body weight to keep her on her back. I had a good scissors on her arm, squeezing it between my thighs, and I had both hands on her other wrist, stretching it out to the side and pinning it into the mats. Sue was squirming the best that she could and was even beginning to grunt in frustration. Then she threw up a beautiful bridge and held it for at least a minute. It was impressive to say the least. Her legs were spread wide for support and her back was in a perfect arch. The drawback for her was that she was forcing her shoulders into the mats by keeping the bridge because she couldn’t flip my fat ass over her head. I briefly thought about sliding my thigh over her head and taking her in a headscissors, because this would be the time to do it and she was off guard, but this was one of the better cross body pins I had ever gotten on an opponent in a match so I continued to ride her upper body. Besides, I was kind of enjoying the view; her bikini bottom was starting to inch down and she didn’t know it. I could see the very top of her trimmed mound slipping out of the waistband. I was a little bummed when she finally dropped the bridge, but what’s a girl to do? Her thighs and ass slapped the mat when she dropped back down, but she wasn’t done. With a loud grunt she tried to turn out, but I simply wasn’t going to let that happen and I stayed pinned tight on top of her. She let out a few more grunts and then stopped struggling; the big girl had given up. She tapped out with her scissored arm on my ass, which I didn’t mind one bit. I was surprisingly up 2-1 in the match.

Our tops weren’t doing much but we decided to keep them on, just in case. What that case could be, I don’t know, but we left them on anyway knowing we were going to be falling out of them soon. Sue went on the attack as soon as we started and we wrestled furiously for about the first 3 minutes. I was on defense the entire time. It was 3 minutes of Sue trying to get me in various holds while I did my best to stay out of them. Sue mounted my back and was going for a body scissors and I dropped to the mat just in time so that she couldn’t get it. She got me in a half nelson and tried to turn me to my back, but I kept turning and ended up on my stomach again and kept my arms tight to my sides so she couldn’t nelson me. It was fast paced, one-sided wrestling and we were both perspiring. I love this kind of wrestling! One woman dominates but all it takes is a reversal to slow things down and I couldn’t get that reversal! I was a good enough wrestler to read almost all of her holds before she could get them on me but I somehow missed the most dangerous one, her headscissors. I never saw it coming. When a big girl slaps her thighs around your head, you are in trouble. Weighing in at 180 pounds each, our thighs carry a lot of weight. We may not be the most athletic and can’t play soccer like someone weighing 30 pounds less, but we know how to wrestle with our thighs. She had gotten the mount on my back again up high and rolled off to the side. When she landed on her back, I didn’t see her spread her thighs, so when she grabbed on to my wrists I wasn’t prepared for her to pull me forward and into her waiting legs. Her ankles actually slapped together when she crossed them. I had been dodging her big thighs all match long, but I wasn’t good enough this time and this was a good headscissors. I was on my knees when she locked me up in it and I tried to stay there but she used her thighs and hips to power me down to the mats and took me to my back. I could tell she knew what she was doing and it was obvious I wasn’t the first person she had headscissored in a match because once I was down she started making adjustments to make whatever escape attempt I was going to try that much more difficult. I was flat on my back looking up at the ceiling at this point and she was facing me but looking down. I could smell the cocoa butter on her thighs and the perfume on her bikini bottom. I struggled the best I could because I didn’t want to give her a quick submission and raise her confidence. I tried to turn out a couple of times but got nowhere. I threw up a bridge and held it to try to bridge out, but Sue held her ground and wouldn’t let go. My pale white boobs were struggling to stay contained in the bridge and my nipples were hard from the struggle and body contact. I saw Sue look back at my breasts a couple of times checking them out. I dropped the bridge and my fat ass slapped down and then I threw up another quick one to try to catch her off guard and it almost worked. She scrambled to maintain her lock on me and when I dropped back down, she repositioned herself so that I was facing her with my neck pinned against her bikini bottom and my jaw was resting on the front of her bikini, over her mound. I could feel my jaw sink in slightly when I dropped it against her. I didn’t know if she was trying to test me out by holding the headscissors this way. Some women will tap immediately when caught in a front headscissors up high like this, with their neck and face being a little too close for comfort. I’m not one of them. I’ve been caught in front headscissors in many matches. I’ve also applied it when given the opportunity. To say it isn’t a turn on is a lie. It is a turn on. Sue looked down at me and we made eye contact. I wiggled my neck to see how far it would move and it wasn’t much. Next I moved my chin over her mound and watched her reaction. She had kind of a blank stare, like she was in another world. When I looked at her breasts I knew why. Her nipples were standing straight out. She was turned on. Sue was on her side now holding eye contact with me. Her face had a visible glow and was wet with perspiration. She rolled to her back, taking me to my stomach and held the eye contact. I reached up and dropped my hands on her sides and slowly slid them down, stopping at her hips. She bit her lip in anticipation and then I began to tap her hip lightly to submit, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. Depending on the match, and the woman, a light tap like I was giving with several taps means more than just submitting to the hold but Sue wasn’t familiar with what I was doing. She let out a moan, unlocked her ankles and released my neck. I had my hands on her hips and could see some serious camel toe when I started to push away and that’s when we heard kids talking as they walked by Sue’s house. School had let out and she had to go.

We talked to each other as we dressed, putting our clothes on over our bikinis because Sue had to hurry. She said she was going on spring break and would be gone for a week and told me her little sister would be staying at their house. She smiled and suggested that I give her a call to wrestle. I told her I would.