Interview With A Sexfighter (2/3,FF,Sexfight)

Q:  Does any sexfight stand out as particularly
erotic?
A:  Well, a few years ago, I had something happen to
me that's pretty rare.  I had a most stimulating bout
with a stranger.  To this day, I don't know her true
name.

Q:  So sexfights with someone you don't know usually
don't happen.
A:  Generally speaking, anonymous sex in the lesbian
community is not that common.  And a sexfight is
something that requires a great degree of trust.
That's why it almost always occurs between people
who've already been intimate.

Q:  I'm intrigued.  How did this come about?
A:  I had a client in the Virgin Islands.  They wanted
to set up a Web portal for their tourist business.  So
I flew out there to discuss features, pricing, etc.
They put me up in first class hotel on the beach.  It
was fabulous.

After a long day of talking about page design,
features, system requirements, I was looking forward
to a couple of quick drinks and a quiet evening.  I
went down the hotel bar, a nice little thatch-roof
building where some reggae music was playing softly.

I was in my "island" garb.  I had a long, blue
wraparound skirt, sort of like a sarong.  I was
wearing high-heeled sandals, bare-legged, and a
matching blue bikini top.  My hair was just as long
then as it is now, and it was flowing down over my
back.

I took a table, and started on a rum punch.  The
evening was mild, and there were only a few other
people in the place.  I sipped my drink, listened to
the music, and was starting to feel very mellow.

Then I saw an incredibly beautiful woman walk in.  She
was just gorgeous.  Obviously a black and native
islander mix, with some Caucasian thrown in as well..
Her skin was classic caf  au lait.   She was tall,
about my height, but leaner in build.  Her breasts
were high and firm, a C-cup shading into a D.
Narrower hips than mine, but an ass that just begged
to be squeezed.  She was wearing a long white gown
that rose over her breasts and tied in back of her
neck.  Simple low-heeled sandals completed the
package.  The dress was slit up to her hips on the
side.  The material was semi-translucent.  I could see
the shadow of her nipples and dusky skin underneath.

She passed in front of a bright light as she walked to
the bar, and it was clear she wore absolutely nothing
under the dress.

Q:  So it was lust at first sight?
A:  Major, breath-catching lust.  I felt my nipples
get stiff.  I felt my labia start to soften and swell.
 I was smitten.

Q:  So what happened next?
A:  She ordered a vodka martini and sat down at the
bar.  She turned around to survey the room.  I
remember ducking my eyes as her face came into view,
but I looked as her gaze moved by.  It was a striking
face.  Long, black hair came down in a spiral perm,
draping over her shoulders.  Her eyes were wide,
slightly tilted.  The face was oval, and she had a
slight, mysterious smile.  Even then, I could see her
expression was...challenging.

I was wondering if I could approach her and how.  I
was wondering if she was lesbian or at least bi, and
if she wanted to do anything.  I was as nervous as a
fourteen-year-old boy asking the head cheerleader out
for a date.

Then she caught my eye.  She tilted her head and made
a slight motion of acknowledgement.  I raised my glass
to her and smiled, ever so slightly.  Then she eased
herself of the barstool and walked to my table.
Watching her walk was a delight.  She glided on those
long, dark legs.

She said, in English, with a little French lilt to the
words, "Hello, I noticed you sitting all alone.  May I
join you?"  Her voice was musical.

So I said, "Certainly.  It would be nice to have
someone to talk to.  I'm Tara Williams."

She took my hand in hers, and squeezed it softly,
almost a caress.  "Hello, Tara.  Perhaps I should
explain that I think that names can hide as much as
they reveal.  For this evening, I wish to be known as
Satin."

"Satin.  That's beautiful.  It suits you."

"Thank you, cheri ."  She took a sip of her drink.
"Tara Williams, I sometimes come here and I am bored.
There are no interesting people here.  But tonight, I
am not bored.  I am intrigued.  You are not the
ordinary American tourist."

Her words excited me.  Could she be interested?  I
tried to control my breathing and sound casual.
"Perhaps not ordinary.  I would very much like to be
intriguing."

She smiled again, and said, "So, we shall see.  Would
you like to dance?"

"I would love to."

The music had changed to an Afro-Cuban piece.  The
drums were...compelling.  We went out on the small dance
floor and moved.  She really got into the rhythm, her
legs and arms and body shaking in a rapid tempo.  Her
legs would come into view during her steps, almost up
to her groin.  I tried to keep in time with her, but I
was so aroused by watching her move I knew I wasn't a
perfect partner. I just wanted to sit back and watch
her twist and shake that gorgeous body.

The quick number ended, and it went to a relaxed
island tune, more suited for slow dancing.  I stood
there a second, then she took my hand in hers, and we
started moving to the music.  I had not expected the
close contact. I think I shivered.

Her touch was firm.  Her arm was strong against my
lower back, just over the skirt.  She looked at me, a
ghost of a smile.

I don't know exactly when it changed, but it did.  As
we danced, her hand started squeeze mine tighter.
Well, I do not shrink from anything like that.  I
squeezed back.  Then she pulled me in a little closer.
 I answered her with my own arm pressure.

The distance between our bodies started to shrink.
Before I knew it, we were dancing with our breasts
pressed against each other, and the intensity of the
pressure was increasing.  I really started to wonder
about Satin.

Q:  So now it's sort of a contest?
A:  Exactly.  I'm still really enjoying the dance, but
now there's an added element.  It was a long number,
so the dancing and squeezing continued.

I could feel her nipples stiffen.  They pressed into
the tops of my breasts.  She pulled her head back and
looked at me.  There was a question in her eyes.

I swirled her around, and she swung out on my arm as
it extended.  Then I pulled back, very strong, she
came slamming back into me.  My breasts slammed into
hers.  We both gasped.

Now at this point, some of the other people in the bar
were looking at us.  It's not that ususual to see
women dance together, but this something else.

Satin moved her mouth to my ears as we whirled in our
dancing bear hug.  She whispered, "Cheri , I am hoping
you like this.  If you do, I know a place where we can
finish it."

So I moved my mouth to her ear and said softly, "Oh,
yes.  We have to finish this."

The song ended.  We left the bar quickly, the people
inside staring at us.

When we got outside, Satin indicated a new Jeep.  We
got in.  I hiked my skirt up to my thighs to get on my
seat.  She also pulled her dress up.  She turned to
me, and said, "I did so hope that you wanted this."

I asked her, "So how did you know to even try?"

She said, "Something about you...your face, the way you
danced...said you could be a lover...and a fighter."

She started the Jeep and we drove off in the warm
tropical night.  It wasn't too long before we came to
private gravel road.  We turned into that, and soon I
saw a small, charming beach house.  It was about a
hundred yards from a small section of beach, an alcove
almost.  The night was gorgeous.  It looked like there
were a million stars out.

She parked by front door, and we got out.  She led me
into the house, through a small living room and
kitchen, and out back into a large wooden deck with a
spa and lounge chairs.  There were several large mats
by the spa.  She flipped a switch and soft yellow
lights came on.  There was a small ice chest.  She
opened it and got a couple of splits of Dom Perigon.
She expertly opened the champagne, and handed me one
bottle.  We drank large swallows of the delicious
bubbly, right from the bottle.

I decided to start things.  I put down my bottle on a
small table.  I kicked off my sandals.  I walked up to
her.  She set her bottle down.  We stood inches apart.

She said, "Cheri , you have beautiful breasts.  Are
they strong as well as pretty?"

I reached behind my back and undid the tie.  I lifted
the bikini top off, working it around my head and long
hair.  I dropped it on the deck.

"What do you think, Satin?" I asked.

She undid the knot at the back of her neck.  The top
of her dress slid down, revealing the dark skinned
tits with large stiff nipples.  She slipped off her
sandals.

"Now!" I yelled.

We grabbed each other around the waist and slammed our
breasts together.  Oh, God, it was fucking wonderful!
It had been a couple of months for me since I had a
sexfight, and I was reveling in the sheer pleasure of
the tit-to-tit contact.  The shock, the sudden pain
was like a tonic.  I grunted, then I took one arm and
grabbed her head.  I pulled her face to mine and I was
kissing her, hard.  She opened her mouth and her
tongue started fighting mine.  In the meantime, our
breasts are in full contact, hard and rough.  Our
nipples are stiff and when they touch each other, it's
shocking and delicious.

We start swinging our torso's from side to side, and
our tits are hitting each other.  I can still hear
that slapping sound, and feel that hard ecstasy.  I
can feel my cunt start to moisten.  I'm getting
soaked.

Still tit-fighting, she reached down and found the
knot on my skirt.  I take my hands and place them on
the waist line of her skirt, working my fingers under
the bunched up material.  She undid the knot.  My
skirt fell in a puddle to the deck.  I kicked it away
and I pushed down on her dress.  It fell past her hips
and we were naked, rubbing our breasts.

I called out, "Time!"

We stepped back and looked at each other, breathing
hard.  Our hands moved to our battered breasts, softly
holding them.  We were breathing very fast.