Chloe Mason vs Annette Weber - Beach Heat

She’d had hoped that she could remain standing for just a full hot minute. Sure, Chloe knew that having the fight taken to the ground (or sand to be precise) would be an inevitability. Perhaps that is her beach wrestling coming into play, or that she is already eager to get into the good stuff. Chloe couldn’t blame her.  If you’re facing such a beautiful specimen then you’d want to get right up close and personal. So falling down was a given. What wasn’t is who gets to be on top.

Something which Chloe surprisingly had controls over. She didn't know how she managed it given the short distance to the ground, but she didn't at all complain. Especially given the view from up top as she looked down at Ann, not at all stunned which is impressive due to the shock and impact. The soft Japanese sand would no doubt have a hand at this but it would still be enough to remind you of said fall. Either way, Annette isn’t going to stop there, doing her best to make Chloe’s position not so comfortable.

Chloe could at least get her legs positioned to create a good and solid base, all the while she felt a forearm pushing right up her jaw and subsequently, pushed away, which is ironic given Ann’s previous outspoken desires. Her blonde hair would fall around her left side, which acted as a veil around her face to those looking at that angle. Chloe’s upper body would show a natural curve around her spine, the Norwegian getting frisky once her hand grabbed the blonde’s chest. “My my…very eager, aren’t you?” She would say, a mix of a purr and a grunt due to the forearm pressing her jaw. Though her smile could show she is amused and liked it. But this is much early for that kind of thing.

Her own hands would move to Ann’s own, Chloe grabbing at the wrist that is near her face and the other wrist of the hand that is busy copping a feel. Seeking to bring them down and pinned over Ann and her periwinkle hair, the arm pressing her chin might be a bit easier than the one that is gripping her breasts, most likely this one would be challenging to pry. Meanwhile, her own legs, which usually would get some action in kicking someone, instead is given a new task to accomplish. Looking to snake them around Annette’s own legs, getting the hooks in, before straightening her legs out. She wasn’t opposed to getting quite steamy with her opponent, though it’s usually when she is in control over matters.

Though Annette was far from a notoriously bold woman, she did have her moments. Being trapped beneath a beautiful female body happens to be one of them. As much as people loved to associate her with a certain level of class owing to her modeling portfolio, she was a creature of whims. Doing what she wanted when she felt she wanted. And right now, with Chloe’s perfectly sizable bust only inches away, yearning for freedom beneath her bikini top, how could she resist?

Her opponent had her mind elsewhere, naturally. Ann’s hands were seized away in short order and pinned over her head. The Norwegian, however, put up less of a fight than Chloe may have been expecting, in that she didn’t at all. Unless she were to take the playful, sensual upward thrusts from Ann as some act of defiance. Was it odd that she just liked to feel this woman against her? Was it the heat? The beach? The smell of the ocean air?

All that, and perhaps a little more.

“I wasn’t hearing any complaints.” Ann cocked an eyebrow, a sly smirk growing on one side of her face. Strands of her silver hair fell from her face as she did to afford her a better view of the beautiful woman on top of her as she settled into position. The model’s smile grew a little brighter as she leaned her head back into the sand.

“Yes, your legs do feel quite nice. Though I’d appreciate them better with my hands, don’t you think?” She flexed her fingers innocently as they remained pinned beneath the commissioner's hands. Past her charming smile was a barely noticeable wince as the tension in her legs started to build. Ann wasn’t quite at the professional-caliber when it came to wrestling, but she’d done more than enough of her fair share to understand what the blonde was going for off the bat.

Chloe didn't mind an opponent perhaps copping a feel but under the right circumstances. Or at least circumstances in which she still has control over. It did feel nice but she can't have Ann get too frisky. There will be time for that later. Pinning those arms over her head, she gets to admire the facial features of the silver-haired woman. The devilish part of her brain wondered if her face would feel better against her soles than the soft sand they wrestle in. All the while her legs would bring the pressure to put tension on her legs. Those volleyball-trained legs as they pressed against each other, gently rubbing her inner thighs against the side of Annette's thighs, the playful, yet sensual thrusts adding up to it.

What was strange is that Ann didn't seem to be putting much of a fight. She expected a bit more than that, unless if the Norwegian was enjoying having her body pressed upon the American. Rarely did Chloe ever get the chance to indulge in something like this. And with an exotic European under her no less.

"This isn't doing much for you, hmm?" She chuckled at Ann wanting to feel those legs with her hands. Her own fingers curled, not putting much force into it, rather than looking as if she was holding the hand dearly to her lover. The blonde's abs pressed on hers, gently scrubbing with each movement. "Then how about I....adjust?" With that comment, Chloe would simply abandon the grapevine, giving her legs a nice break. But she would instead seek to move up, preferably sitting on her chest and her legs placed on either side of Ann's head. Consequently, Chloe would indeed let her hands go, just to honour the request of the Norwegian.

Ann could only thank her flexibility that the grapevine hadn’t been more excruciating than the commissioner likely intended. Her opponent’s legs were amazing. Anyone could see that from a glance, but it took a trained eye to see the number of hours that likely went into making them appealing as well as functional. Anyone else in the former model’s position probably would have buckled much sooner.

Then again, Ann was finding much to dislike at the moment. There were worse places to be at the moment, and she was getting a good helping of Chloe’s bikini-clad body as it rubbed over her midsection, letting their hips roll against one another and their modest busts press together. It only got better as the American surprisingly obliged her proposition, bringing herself into a more intimate but still binding position on top of Ann’s chest.

Ann didn’t stir all that much during the transition, laying perfectly still and content with a bemused smile as the blonde settled like a queen taking her throne. Making use of their newfound freedom, the platinum blonde’s delicate fingers came close and brushed gently along Chloe’s upper leg. She felt the refined muscle and flawless skin that made up the curve of her thigh, loving every inch of the extremities that could have knocked her unconscious two seconds from now if the woman cared to do so. Ann wasn’t aware of that, even enamored further by the very thought.

But for all she could appreciate in a beautiful body, this was still a competition. And losing just wasn’t something she was all that good at.

“Much better.” She craned her neck slightly to plant a quick kiss on the woman’s toned inner thigh, running her lips along the soft and supple skin. “Shame it can’t last.~”

Ann curled her body back and brought her legs up, coiling them around Chloe’s waist like entwining serpents. As fast they came up and around, the Norweigan brought them straight back down with their hooked prey, attempting to throw Chloe off of her and into the sand, giving her the freedom to stand up off the beach floor again.

While it might be rare for Chloe to be in a position like this, it isn’t one that she is completely unsure of what to do. Plus it helps to have seen that move being played out thousands and thousands of times, the different variations, how one might use it – either by focusing on the pain aspect straining the legs and groin area or the sexy kind where their bodies rub up one another or have one's breasts on their face – Chloe was confident to say that she had seen them all. She wasn’t biased to one of the two aspects, having a balance between the two. Anyone with less flexibility would have massively struggled in this hold. And yet there was still more that she could do to reach the point where Annette can’t go further. But with Chloe’s deceptively strong legs, the grapevine was by no means less effective.

Although she was tempted for the Icelandic model to get a taste of her breasts covering her face, something that not many gets that blessing, Chloe would grant to Ann’s request in being in a much better position where she could feel them with her hands rather than her legs doing that very thing. The blonde was in a better position over the silver-haired fox but it would be a shame to have things end way too quickly. There was still much more fun to be had and Chloe was sure to get as much as she wanted. So she would move up. Not a hold that did cause pain but still quite the dominant position, which Ann, surprisingly, didn’t show much resistance to. That is if you call Ann’s fingers brushing against her thigh “resistance”. Adjusting her bikini top, the crowd gave a few hollers and hoots as the ex-commissioner sat on top, almost rather regal-looking.

Ann did give a kiss to the inner thigh, getting rather close to the sexpot, something that Chloe noticed. Any further up and Chloe’s thighs would be closing in on that head of hers. While that would probably bring Annette’s face closer, it wouldn’t be without any consequences. So long as there is no funny business.

Though just as she got herself in that position, Annette was quick to get out of it, seemingly done after having her request answered. Soon as Chloe realised those athletic legs coiling around her waist, she was flung off from her seat, sending her to the sand. With this being the sand and not a surface that is much harder, the landing wasn’t so bad. But it did lose Chloe that dominant position that she had and her legs would almost come towards her head but then flop down to the beach floor. Most definitely a shame that it didn’t last long.

And as the exotic European rise up to her feet, Chloe would do the same. Her facial features didn’t sour, still having that smile on her face. “All done so quickly?” Her eyebrow raised as she dusted herself off much of the sand as she came up. “I do hope it’s not the same for…other aspects~”

Felt good breathing full breaths again. Granted, breathing felt only slightly better than being stuck between Chloe’s legs, but she had a feeling they’d be reunited soon enough.

For now, the rare moments when her better judgement started taking over reminded her that this was a little more than a friendly fling on the beach. The more Annette watched her opponent, the better a picture she was getting. The thin layer of refined muscles around her legs was especially telling. Much as she wouldn’t mind getting carried away in this kind of contact, something was advising her against staying between those extremities for too long.

Ann was quick to act on the distance she’d made, rolling off her back and coming down on her feet in a low squat. She popped up to her feet, a playful grin on her lips as she backpedaled to with her hands crossed behind her back. Her eyes kept to the American, humming an amused tone with a flick of her ponytail back over her shoulder.

“You worry too much.” Her feet shifted as she started to near the edge of the square, stopping on the spot with a hand at each side of her cocked hip.  “I just want to enjoy you my way.”

That way being slow and subtle, if the Norwegian’s movements were anything to go by. She crossed one leg over the other as she slowly made her way back over to the American once she was back on her feet. She made a show of it; adding a little sway to her hips here, a generous bounce to her bust there, letting the rays soak her skin and brighten her platinum mane.

With only a few feet between them, Ann suddenly brought her hands up, closed into fists unlike the grappling position she’d adopted a moment ago. That playful smile was still on her lips as she broke off her path to slowly round the woman’s side. One step, two steps, then her back foot came off the sand with a smoot crescent, grains from the bountiful earth trailing beneath her soles as she threw a high kick to the side of Chloe’s head.

And she was just getting so comfortable. Such a shame. Although Chloe herself believed that Annette will revisit that position soon enough.

But for now, however, she wasn’t sitting on top of her Norwegian foe, rather just standing up after being flung off by Annette’s own legs. It was a brief moment but she felt that deceptive power that lies within the flawless, sun-soaked skin. Something that tells Chloe she needs to watch out for, lest she gets caught hard. There was still much to see from Ann, if she has any other tricks up her sleeve.

The distance between them grew bigger when Ann rolled back, coming up straight after, the playful grin still on her lips. Chloe managed to dust off most of the sand that clung to her skin, getting some in her fingers too. At least this was among the softer variety that Chloe has been in. A quick adjustment of her bikini a flick of her golden locks there, she still kept herself looking good not just for the audience watching but for Annette herself. All the while keeping her eyes on the Norwegian woman who soon began to close the distance between them. Slowly, but subtly, her movements added with a sensual air as Ann approached her. “Well someone has to.” Chloe hummed with a playful tone, Ann moved through the sand without any sort of wobble or a misplaced step. As if she grew up in the sandy beaches and walked on them her whole life. It was indeed a sight to see. Any other woman would have been caught staring too much at the near-hypnotising strut that Ann was doing.

Though the calm soon ended as soon as Ann brought up her hands. Closed fists. Unlike the stance that she used before and the attack that soon followed made it clear of her change of tactics. One of Chloe’s legs slid back behind as Ann stepped in, the back leg swinging up high with a trail of sand following it. The American brought up her arm right as the back foot came barrelling towards her, just about getting her forearm and wrist to guard the oncoming kick, the impact almost having her own hand smack at her face. One eye closed, turning her head slightly, mostly for the grains of sand that followed with the kick, unclear if that was by design for Annette, but just so that they don’t find themselves in her eye.

Not a good look to fall into something similar to throwing pocket sand at you to blind an opponent.

“Like that huh?” She gave a playful question, her rebuttal coming quite quickly in form of her front leg kipping up high, bits of sand coming up like a sandy eruption, trailing her foot as it came around and back with most of the grains of sand stuck at her sole along for the ride as it fires towards the cheek of Annette.

Ann had made her career off her grappling. It was what came natural to her and it was something she could quickly build on with Jiu-Jitsu lessons and the occasional spar. She didn’t have to push herself too hard to make it work. She didn’t have to break away from her modeling routine or stop doing what she loved.

But that didn’t mean she had to limit herself. She had two perfectly useful legs, great for cycling and just as good for kicking. All she really had to learn was how to kick correctly, and, if she were being honest, that didn’t take much effort either. Her well-earned flexibility was on display for everyone to see now, kicking a fair degree above her chest with impressive speed and little wind-up. There was a fine tuned art to the motion that wasn’t easily appreciated from the outside. Subtle details, little flexes of the muscle that Chloe had the privilege of witnessing in all their glory.

That was the hope, at least. Chloe was a very different kind of person, if the match so far hadn’t proved that already.

It wasn’t just the way she moved, but how natural such things seemed to come to her as well. Leaning back and avoiding the blow with minimal effort, letting the sands dance off her face like so much glitter and idle sparkles from mother Earth. She swung her body around without missing a beat, and Ann could only watch from the corner of her eye as she turned back around after her roundhouse failed, only to catch the blonde’s bare foot right in the side of the face.

She was sent into a stumble a couple paces to her side, moving away from Chloe to one side of the ring as she rubbed her cheek. The spot was slightly irritated by the sand from the sand covering Chloe’s soles, but it was easily ignored. There were worse things to be hit in the face with, after all. If anything, the elation on Ann’s face was practically palpable after she removed her hand.

“That was mean.” She grinned slightly and realigned herself, bouncing on both heels as she circled around Chloe, keeping her hands close and at the ready above her waist as they shook about.

It felt natural that Chloe made her career off from striking. In fairness, nobody would have any reason to suspect she would be any good at that, particularly with her kicks. Her legs don’t stand out too badly, but they soon become painfully obvious why they are her favoured weapons in battle once the first ring of the bell reverberated. There wasn’t much effort Chloe had to do to make it work, simply a perfect fit that her past privately-owned instructors found out. It was like a hot knife through butter; the blonde was easily in her element.

Which was why she could very much appreciate the fine form when others do use the same methods that Chloe herself uses. The American was happy she could take in the well-drawn art when she was in the receiving end of it. At least as much as she could, the sand that trailed with Annette’s foot made that a tricky thing to do, but she saw the tight chamber and the fast execution that followed, twisting the ankle of a standing leg is quite hard on a surface like sand, but it was as if the Norwegian took it like a duck to water — getting the right twist of her hip, generating the power that Chloe felt when it hit her guard. No wasted movement, everything was as crisp as it could be, as Chloe could see with the one open eye the extended leg and the form the silver-haired woman had at the point of impact, quickly looking up and down to admire it in a quick millisecond. All of this told the danger had Chloe failed to avoid getting hit by it, most likely would be found in massive trouble once the instep struck Chloe’s head.

A shame that Annette wouldn’t have the chance to relish in such a feeling, though she would be given a replacement just as fast: Chloe’s sole smacking her right in the cheek.

Swung out like a whip, showing the form that had been practised many times before she met the Norwegian. As impeccable Ann’s kick was, this was Chloe’s territory, and she is confident if Annette wanted to battle the ex-commissioner that way. Soon as she sent Ann stumbling to the side, Chloe hopped off the standing leg, letting the other foot meet the soft sand, bouncing on her heels as she turned to face her. Any worries that Chloe might have smacked the sunny disposition of the Norwegian would be quelled as Ann returned a look of elation as soon as her hand left the cheek. “Awww, poor baby. Would you want me to kiss it better?” She returned with a smirk, settling back into her stance again. While Chloe did have a mean streak, there wasn’t any evidence shown on her face or body language. Plus, she did manage to hide the fact that she enjoyed having the sand-covered sole smacking into her pretty face a tiny bit too much.

Chloe would soon close the gap as she came in, wherever Ann is ready or not, leading with her left foot forward. One step, two steps, all before she fired a low side kick directed at her thigh. Wherever or not that hit perfectly mattered not, Chloe only needed to get the attention of Annette on that low kick, which is when the ex-commissioner would plant the leading foot down. Motions fluid and quick, Chloe would use the turn and momentum to carry her form around, stepping forward with the spin and pivot, grains from the bountiful earth beneath them would follow the trailing foot that came up, drawing a smooth arch where she threw another high kick right, her sole streaking towards the side of Annette’s head.

Ann was of two minds on this.

The side of her face did hurt. Getting kicked in the cheek seldom produced a different result, even when the woman delivering the blow was half as skilled as Chloe. And Chloe was good. Ann hadn’t been around the professional scene for all that long, suffering only a few odd years in the amateur and backyard league, and wasn’t much of a martial arts enthusiast, but even she could see tell just how good her opponent was with her feet. The sting in her cheek, the slight grace in the blonde’s stance. There were plenty of warnings that advised against opportunities for that kind of contact.

But that was where the other part chimed in. Did it really hurt that badly? Wasn’t it more like a sting than a burn? Didn’t that make it kinda hot? Hm. Actually, when you got past it, there were still impressions from her foot left. Soft soles, perfect toes. The underside of her foot was practically embedded into her face and it wasn’t entirely a bad thing. A not-entirely-bad-thing she wouldn’t mind feeling more of before things progressed a little more intimately.

Decisions, decisions.

Best to go with the flow for now. Chloe didn’t give her much time to ponder before she started moving again, throwing a quick quip for her to work off of. Annette considered it. Genuinely. The thought process as palpable on her face with one silver brow raised and a quick nod the American’s way. “I’d want more than a peck.”

Ann quickly stepped back as her opponent came in close. Her front leg raised instinctively to guard against the low kick. Her Jiu-jitsu instincts were guiding her movements, reacting to something close to a sweep, anything that could ruin her posture. Which was what Chloe apparently wanted. Even though the Norwegian managed to block most of the force, the kicker was still coming, stepping into her personal space with a spinning flourish.

Ann’s eyes kept to the woman’s legs. Strategy, partly. Mostly, just in silent, longing admiration that ended up working out for her. She could see the high kick only a second before she’d run out of time to react. She tucked her legs and fell low into a crouch, throwing her leg out in a wide sweep in front of her as she did to take Chloe’s planted leg out from under her. Ann spun herself around in the motion to face her back toward Chloe. Assuming her sweep had put the blonde on her back, Ann would tuck her leg back in and shoot the other high in the air before bringing her instep right down on the commissioner's exposed gut. Even if she hadn’t put the woman on her back, kicking her other foot out would at least be a deterrent and make herself some distance. While she could still stand it.