The joy of the healthy livestyle!

It was not the first time that a girl had tried to seduce Tessa outside of a ring, but it w2as certainly not the norm. Makoto had also attempted to seduce and had indeed conquered her back then, but after that Tessa had defeated her in an oil wrestling bout so that her confidence had not been shook much.

Although she liked to be taken by storm and a really sensually strong woman, she was no sensual pushover just in private she did not expect to be hit on so blatantly. Still she would herself let over to the training mats area, a large mat filled space with blue mats and red cushions surrounding them.
“So, misses unknown beauty, how should I wrestle you now? Naked, clothed, oiled?”
She asked when they had arrived there, feeling waves of excitement already running down her spine.

The room may have been their own, but such a fact could easily change. With no doors locked, and the likelihood of the trainer perhaps coming to close up or collect the rest of her gear, this was not exactly the place for a interaction such as the one these two figures were clearly steering towards her.

Not that Amelie cared of course. And neither for the moment did Tessa.

The moment both feet were on the match, Amelie would find herself with a peculiar question.

"Wait...wrestle?" She'd purr, trying her best impression of a woman completely surprised. "That...that implies this is even!" Before her chuckle could begin to expel itself from Amelie's curled grin, the bigger French beauty would begin to heavily lean upon the girl with arms latched to her own. She didn't expect the girl to fall over, even within such a curvy figure now pressing on her so, but she didn't expect her sizeable assets mushrooming against the girl to be ignored either.

Now this girl was full of surprises indeed.
“o...okay, I uhm, count this as clothed and you are already submitting to me then...”
The German replied half jokingly when Amelie leaned in on her with her considerable assets, but she could already feel from this little bit of Amelie putting her weight on her that she was hard to move around which could considerably make her harder to wrestle on the mat. But now it was to late to back down, and she indeed had never really liked to quit.

Stemming against the bigger girl with one leg only seemed pointless, but that did not really stop her from doing it while one of her hands would cup one of the breasts of the other girl at the same time to show her that the Blonde was all business with something like that.

It was clear from the offset that the two women were simply playing. Or at least Amelie hoped. She was far from the most competent wrestler, but felt what skill she did have would of been completely put aside by the pain her joints still felt from the yoga class.

Luckily, it seemed Tessa had little intention for the moment at least of seriously wrestling the woman. Instead, she'd find a 'submission' move clad to her large right breast, which instantly earned a cute squeak of sorts from the taller woman. She'd immediately peel a bit of her weight off the figure, albeit wouldn't break contact. She simply didn't want the girl teetering over quite just yet.

"Ohhh...well it is such an effective move..." Grinning yet still, Amelie opted to return the 'submission' attempt, cladding her hand upon Tessa's own chest and groping the flesh between her fingers with passion.

“...Ah...”
Tessa groaned when her breast was counterattacked, but the touch of Amelie felt really good from the get go. A rather large yet feminine hand on her still heated body was very relaxing and electrifying all at once. This would probably be more of a sensual duel instead of a hard fought match as it seemed for the Blonde. All the more exciting.

After the initial O of surprise on her mouth was gone, she would lean in as much as she could against the imposing figure of Amelie to look her better in the eyes.
“You sure know how to touch a girl like a sensual wrestler...”
She whispered, liking shortly over her upper lip while enjoying the hand of Amelie andkneading the breast of the other girl sensually on her own.

Whilst the two figures appeared to be in a contest of sorts with their sensual groping, another unspoken contest of sorts soon began to become apparent. With both figures so close to one another, eyes not at all hiding the fact they were latched to the others lips, it appeared to be a competition of who would break first and lock lips with the other. Amelie's grin grew a touch more serious, as she blew a heated breath against the girls own cheeks in an attempt to wile her.

"So I've been told..." Speaking now almost at a whisper, Amelie's firmly groping hand had reduced it's grip considerably, as if the object in her hand was soft and delicate to the touch, still fondling her foes breast.

Amelie was obviously patient, but Tessa was not willing to give in so fast too. Kissing in a sensual match also meant dominating the other a little bit, but the absence of a kiss was something she had not had that often happen to her in that manner as she had indeed already though about invading the other girls mouth with her tongue but decided against it. but it intrigued her which was pretty visible as her nipples started to dart out of her top under the grasping hands of Amelie while they exchanged hot breaths and her second hand began to wonder on the back and butt of the other girl too.
“...Exciting...you seduce your girls like that before you take them by storm...”

"Ohhh, no, you have me all wrong..." The teasing simply ongoing, Amelie found herself tickling her nose with the girls own, as her hand continued to play with her chest as if it was but a stress ball. She did appreciate the fact that Tessa was not swooning into her arms as many opponent had, and found herself equally interested in finding that point where Tessa would finally do so. If she had a point like that.

"I haven't taken you by storm just yet..." Hands finally releasing the girls breast, Amelie began to slide her hands down Tessa's fine figure. If they went unhindered long enough, they'd trail along the soft fabric-clad skin of the girl, before finding a spot to rest upon. Tessa's firm rear of course, pulling so there was absolutely no space between the two figures.

Tessa was not someone you could easily womanhandle in a situation like this, but of course she also had this breaking point. The harder the attack, the harder the retaliation in an usual match. But this was not a match, and after a little bit of a disappointing release of her breast and the short freedom this gave her, she was pressed against the other girl.

“Ah!”
She gave a short moan when she was pulled against the bigger breasts of Amelie. It was pretty obvious that the other girl had beat her in chest size which was pretty intimidating when you were pressed against them so closely. Her breath was coming harder and her mouth opened again a little in excitement, her supporting leg coming back in a more normal position as Amelie now more in charge of keeping them standing while her hand wandered over the back of the other girl.

Her hold going firmer and firmer, Amelie slowly found the beauty becoming putty in her hands. Part of her wanted to push the girl to the floor; at allow a more thorough control of the girls every curves with her wandering hands. Soon that time would come, but right now, Amelie believed the two of them standing was the best way for the girl to comprehend the girls thick curves beginning to mush against her own.

Hands both still yet to that rear, Amelie smirked as she felt the girl readjust; moving her furthest leg back a little for seemingly both stability and out of reaction. Lowing herself, Amelie went for broke as it were as both her hands came to the girls thighs. Somewhat believing the girl could topple over any second in combination to the sensual feeling she was experiencing and Amelie pressing against her, the French beauty simply opted to lift Tessa up; via her legs, forcing the blondes thin yet firm set to wrap around her own, kiss still abound.