A Chance Meeting (For Lunarocean)

Sweat dripped freely down Natasha's body as she pushed herself to complete just one more pull up and then another after that, nearly a dozen passing until she dropped from the bar feeling exhausted. A quick glance up at the clock told her it was now eight in the evening meaning she had been in the gym for the past two hours. She didn't doubt it either judging from how sore she felt and one look at her reflection in the mirror that covered the entirety of one gym wall served as further proof of that fact.

She was dressed in a plain blue sports bra and tight shorts to match, both of which were soaked through with the sweat freely dripping down her body after the long and intense workout. Even her long blue hair, which had been pulled back into a pony tail during her work out, glistened with sweat which the longer she looked the more she found she quite liked the look of it, all the more once she pulled out the band and let her dark blue hair cascade over her shoulders.

"Ugh I need a shower." Natasha remarked to herself after smelling her hair, tossing it behind her shoulders before she grabbed her towel and took off towards the showers. This was one of the off days for the gym and only a few people had come out to make use of it, which considering just how large the place was made it seem rather empty. That was just fine by her though as she hadn't had to wait for any of the machines or weights, one of the reasons why she did her best to schedule her work outs on the days the place wasn't slam packed.

Once there had only been one shower in the gym reserved exclusively for women but when the AFW expanded with Tension, adding men to its roster, the gym had been expanded as well to include a second shower much larger than the first. Of course the older and smaller shower room had been given to the few men visiting from the city that held Tension each week while the larger, and far nicer, showers had gone to the women. Natasha pushed the door open and stepped inside the locker room, starting to walk over to her locker when she realized the showers weren't running in the adjoining room and no one else was in there with her. She looked in the direction of her locker but then shrugged, thinking to herself that modesty wasn't a desired trait in wrestlers anyway as she headed right for the showers peeling her bra and shorts off along the way, tossing them aside as if she were at home.

The air felt cool against her warm skin but she was looking for heat, Natasha turning the master control knob for every shower head within on which brought hot water raining down from the ceiling. The floor was padded instead of normal tile, partly so that nobody slipped and injured themselves but also so people could blow off some steam in the room without having to worry about falling. The moment the water hit her skin Natasha shuddered as she felt the tight muscles in her body begin to relax immediately, the french woman reveling in the pleasurable sensations of the water falling over her naked form for several minutes before she ever retrieved a bar of soap and began to wash her skin.

The shower stalls of AFW reminded the young franco-vietnamese girl of window shopping in the fancier parts of a big city. The difference was that the "wares" on display could often crush you, intimately or physically, if you stared too long. More often than not, they were staring back at you with the same things on mind. She liked it that way. It made it feel dangerous, not threateningly so, but the sort of danger she associated with fancy clubs full of lovely ladies with dagger like stares. No one's health was really at risk but that sense of the sexual and the unknown hung heavy and she saw some wrestlers make good on it. It wasn't a surprise that cleaning themselves wasn't really on the mind of many of the women here.

Casually nude and clouded only by the mist, LInh answered ogling with smiles but made no moves of her own. There weren't many sweaty, filthy bodies today and she didn't recognize anyone here. Neither was anyone particularly lustful; just a few glances and the odd teasing catcall or two. She did like the addition of a padded floor altough she had the feeling it was added for reasons other than sanitary ones. As she turned on one of the heads and began blasting her hair, let down and going down a little under her shoulders, she only just noticed there was another woman in rather close physical proximity. She didn't make any signs of surprise, having had other things on her mind but she did get a good look at her.

Young, exotic, around her age, and... heavy as far as odours went. She was a real beauty alright and made her think of some exotic princess than a bog standard wrestler. Linh realized she stared longer than what would qualify for a "curious glance" and no doubt the other woman noticed. Turning away, she leaned back and let the waters run over her toned, smooth body. It was a little vain but she realized if the other woman had let her look, it didn't hurt for her to show off her own wares as well and test the waters.

Natasha was too busy attending to her sweat drenched body to notice that another woman had stepped into the showers, the low roar of the dozen or so so shower heads currently running masking any sound one's feet could make on the soft padded floor. Closing her eyes Natasha began by washing her face with her soaped up fingers, creating a mask over her face with the lather before turning her face upward to let the hot water wash the soap from her face. She had always loved the feeling of rain falling upon her, even when she had been little she would run out into the summer showers that often fell upon her home in France just so she could play in the rain, and showers like this one gave her a familiar sense of calm.

The soap was gone but her eyes remained shut as she just let the water fall over her, imagining for a moment she was back home when suddenly she heard one of the other shower heads turn on. Turning towards the sound Natasha would open her eyes to discover that another woman had joined her in the shower, a beauty with golden hair that fell over her shoulders, but it seemed to take her a moment to realize she had been caught staring by the object of her desires as she abruptly turned away.

Natasha flashed the woman a smile letting her know her attentions were not unwanted, in fact now that she had a chance to gaze upon the woman and her tight yet curvy form Natasha wanted her to look a little more upon her. Watching as the water rolled down along the woman's smooth skin she let her eyes travel downward, her gaze lingering upon her heavy breasts and then her tight, round ass with her lips spreading into a wide smile. "Hi...my names Natasha, whats yours?" She said with a soft laugh punctuating her words, her hands still lathering her body with soap even as she kept her head turned to gaze upon her shower mate.

"Linh." She pronounced it like 'lean', which seemed fitting. She was rather slim but with some slight curves, curves molded towards a very smooth and sensual frame made of tanned marble. She smiled at her words and turned towards her, not enough to give her the full view however. She'd need to work harder if she wanted that and a little extra. "I did not notice you when I came in here. It is hard with all the smell and the smoke you know?"

That wasn't the strongest excuse in the bag but she wasn't planning on it being so. She brushed some strands of hair from her face and got back to washing herself. She was somewhat dirty after all. Even though their eyes were hard to see, she was sure someone would overhear and there'd be gossip a few days later. What kind of gossip depended on how things panned out.

As the woman turned ever so slightly to face her Natasha was able to get a much better look at the shapely woman, her slender yet incredibly toned frame boasting a perfectly shaped sculpted breasts and a just as exquisite ass. She could just make out one of Linh's thick nipples through the steam but that only made her want to see more of Linh, who despite being just as naked as she was seemed to retain a bit of mystery about her just from the way she kept her body entirely from Natasha's gaze. Hearing the woman's attempt at an excuse only made Natasha grin a little wider for she knew it wasn't meant to fool her, Linh was teasing her, inviting her to delve a little deeper and see where the conversation could take them. Natasha was only too happy to oblige.

"It can be a little hard to see in this steam, but not only that the running showers are making it a little hard to hear you. Wanna come over here so we can talk without yelling?" Natasha said knowing exactly what her words would be interpreted as an invitation for more than just mild chatter, which was just what she had intended. Her eyes drifted once again to watch Linh's hands as they lathered her tight skin, washing away the grime from the day. Feeling she needed to give Linh something more to entice her, just to be fair though since her body alone was doing a good job of that, Natasha moved her hands to her breasts and lightly cupped them to draw Linh's eyes to some of her her assets.

"I can hear you just fine~" She teased, giggling and letting her breasts shake lightly. There was a contented smile on her face. She would oblige of course... but Natasha would need to try to sell the deal to her with something more alluring. "Perhaps the heat is getting to your head dear."

Oh it was getting steamy all right. Linh's hands travelled from neck to belly, sliding over each and every curve. A trail of bubbly white soap was left in their path, now obscuring the scandalous sights of her unclothed form. She saw how Natasha cupped her breasts and she felt a little bit of pridefulness well up in her chest. She stuck her own chest out in return and compared. They were roughly evenly matched although Natasha's seemed to take up more of her own chest. Linh's by comparison were more solid in shape and perkier, something which made her seem a bit less physically mature by comparison.

Your move, she thought.

Natasha might have deemed the woman who joined her in the shower to be disinterested if not for the soft laughter she heard and the way the blonde's hands ran down along the curves of her body, leaving behind a white soap trail behind which only served to accent her natural beauty even further. It was a game the woman was playing with her and one Natasha knew intimately well, her lips curling into a flirtatious smile as her hopefully soon to be friend puffed out her chest for Natasha to see, her mind as always making comparisons between her breasts and those of this playful stranger. Her own she felt were larger in size without having lost any of the shape or firmness that the blonde's mounds possessed, but she wouldn't be sure until those mounds were pressed against her own, a test she hoped to perform here soon.

"I'm sorry?" Natasha said feigning hard of hearing for a moment before she took a few steps to get closer to the blonde, only stopping when she was but a foot away from the curious woman and standing shoulder to shoulder with her as she continued to run the soap over her body. "I really can't hear a thing in here, you were saying?" She then said, flashing the woman a playful glance that would give away her true intentions if she somehow hadn't guessed them already as she had.

Natasha would then turn around so that her back was to the shower, protecting the front of body from the water so that she could really lather the soap over her breasts and stomach, her head tossed back exposing the nape of her neck as she soaped up her luscious curves. "I haven't seen you before in here, are you a new wrestler?"

Deciding to initiate, she pointed at her and gesured with her finger, crooking it backwads and inviting her to get intimate. However, she took a few tentative steps back, still waving her finger back. She was slippery and hard to get when wet after all. If Natasha wanted her, she had to prove herself first. Her own breasts and features gradually became shrouded by the mistiness and she smirked, knowing that she was playing a very dangerous game now. Natalia had a powerful body but she felt if things got intimate she could take her. Perhaps that was her cockiness and the arousal speaking.

Natasha smirked wider than ever when she saw the blonde woman give up on their playful banter and get right to the point, beckoning for the bluenette to draw closer for what she could only assume would be an encounter that would make the shower all the steamier. This was certainly not what Natasha had expected when she came down for a work out but she wasn't too surprised either. This sort of thing seemed to happen quite often in the AFW, only natural given the beautiful talent gathered to wrestle one another here, when you had that level of competition and sexy bodies brought together what else could one expect?

Her new friend wasn't just surrendering herself to Natasha however, instead she was stepping further into the mist and the steam to obscure herself from Natasha's eyes. She could still make out the curvy outline of the woman and Natasha gave chase, feeling thankful for the padded floor beneath her feet as otherwise she would have had to be careful not to slip. "Its just you and I in here you know, no reason to feel shy."

"The correct term is hard to catch." She stuck out her tongue and blew at her, giggling in a moment of juvenile behaviour. In truth she wanted to get all over Natasha but something told her that would be rather unbecoming of her... and she didn't want any would-be onlookers to get some funny ideas, no ma'am. "Please, do you think I'd throw myself at your feet with a bit of exposed skin?"

She giggled and slid against the wall, wanting to see if she could get Natasha all hot, bothered, and desperate with what she hoped were lustful charms. It wasn't technically her area of expertise but a woman like her had a good degree of experience given her line of work.