Tug-O-War Women
In attendance at a large festive gathering, two very attractive women caught my eye. Everyone else seemed old or blaa. I made it a point to bump into them. Both women, looked to be in their twenties or early thirties and extremely fit. A friend told me that he saw one of them do 500 squats without a rest. Impressive!
The woman with dark brown hair challenged me to a tug-o-war contest. If I could pull her over, or knock her off balance, then I would win/be rewarded (with what, I don’t know). She was indeed strong, but I tricked her using my knowledge of the martial arts. I pulled hard against her. She pulled back even harder. I suddenly and purposefully relaxed my efforts and she fell back, losing her balance. I won the contest. She was impressed. Her friend, a light brunette, deeply tanned and whom I found especially attractive then challenged me. I won the contest using essentially the same technique. They were both amazed as they considered themselves unbeatable, as if no person, man or woman, had ever beaten them.
For some reason this put me in their good graces and allowed further association with them. Because they were tired and sweaty at the end of the day (were they Olympic competitors?) I invited them to my apartment. They considered and within a few minutes came along. I suggested they shower while I made dinner for them. I would also fix the button that had popped off the brunette’s shorts. They were impressed at my hospitality and cooking skills.
I broiled steaks and served it with a nice, big salad and some wine. The women were very tickled receiving all the attention. They looked so clean, fresh and relaxed. They smelled good, too. I enjoyed just having their company, to visit and be near them, and they me.
The woman with dark brown hair challenged me to a tug-o-war contest. If I could pull her over, or knock her off balance, then I would win/be rewarded (with what, I don’t know). She was indeed strong, but I tricked her using my knowledge of the martial arts. I pulled hard against her. She pulled back even harder. I suddenly and purposefully relaxed my efforts and she fell back, losing her balance. I won the contest. She was impressed. Her friend, a light brunette, deeply tanned and whom I found especially attractive then challenged me. I won the contest using essentially the same technique. They were both amazed as they considered themselves unbeatable, as if no person, man or woman, had ever beaten them.
For some reason this put me in their good graces and allowed further association with them. Because they were tired and sweaty at the end of the day (were they Olympic competitors?) I invited them to my apartment. They considered and within a few minutes came along. I suggested they shower while I made dinner for them. I would also fix the button that had popped off the brunette’s shorts. They were impressed at my hospitality and cooking skills.
I broiled steaks and served it with a nice, big salad and some wine. The women were very tickled receiving all the attention. They looked so clean, fresh and relaxed. They smelled good, too. I enjoyed just having their company, to visit and be near them, and they me.
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