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Ten Minutes on the Mat with Kym

"Still time to back out," I told myself as I sat in the car outside of the Elite Wrestling Academy, which was located at the end of a none too prosperous looking strip mall in Syracuse, New York.

Backing the car up and driving back the 150 or so miles to my home in Argyle, New York would have probably been the prudent thing to do since what was waiting for me inside that storefront could end up to be something I would regret, but this was something I wanted to do all my life ever since seeing a picture of a woman named Mildred Burke in a bathing suit flexing her muscles in a wrestling magazine as a kid.

The idea of wrestling somebody like that, a wonderfully muscular woman in top physical condition, excited me a whole lot and the concept of doing it went onto my bucket list. Now being divorced and 53 years old, I had decided that it was time to do it before I became too old and frail to enjoy being tossed around.

The Elite Wrestling Academy came up when I searched the subject of inter-gender wrestling, and since it was located a good distance away from me I didn't have to worry about being seen doing something that would raise eyebrows for sure.

Apparently, while the place was actually used for teaching the art of wrestling to kids and young adults seeking to someday be the next Hulk Hogan much of the time, they also did a brisk business catering to guys like me and during the e-mail exchanges the woman in charge didn't seem to be at all shocked at my interest.

The guidelines were strict and the rules were not open for negotiation. I was doing this at my own risk and would be required to sign a waiver to that effect. I was to come alone and there would be no filming or photography allowed, although I would get a picture taken with my opponent before the match, I guess while I was still recognizable.

My opponent? The woman's name was Kym Barnes, who was one of the proprietors of the academy, a woman who was supposed to be 33 but I suspected to be a bit older. She was a blond with close cropped hair who had a bit of a Martina Navratalova look to her courtesy of a lantern jaw and a piercing intimidating stare she had on her photo on the site.

Below the neck she was an amazon with a body like that of that female wrestler Chyna who was around a while ago. The site claimed she was 5'7 and 170 pounds, and while that might be overweight as far as insurance charts go, if there was an ounce of fat on the woman it wasn't visible.

The price was not cheap at all, especially for 10 minutes of wrestling, but in my mind it was worth it. There was also a mention that if a man beat Kym - provided he didn't outweigh her the session was free. At 5'8" and about 145 I qualified, and while I suppose it was within the realm of possibility some man could beat her, it sure as hell wasn't going to be me.

Since my wrestling career consisted of a year of very bad grappling for my high school's JV team I wasn't expecting victory, especially since her bicep measurement was not much less that my thigh, but I didn't want to win. I wanted to get tossed around and pinned - not injured mind you because I'm not into pain or humiliation - and since the sessions were private there would be no shame in getting my butt kicked by a woman.

Deciding that I had nothing to lose since I had already paid much of the fee upfront, I finally managed to get my ass out of the car and entered the place which smelled like every other gym I had ever been in. There were two women at the desk, with the rest of the place empty since these inter-gender sessions were done behind locked doors after hours with the curtains drawn over the front windows.

"Dave?" the woman I recognized as Kym said, and her voice was as gravely as her look suggested.

I nodded and got a brief introduction to the other women, a far more feminine young lady who I guessed was there to take a picture of Kym and I. Kym was wearing baggy black sweats, which disappointed me when the picture was taken.

The photographer left right after taking the picture, and when Kym let the willowy girl out I saw that the two were more than friends if the kiss they shared was any indication.

"Warm up with me for a bit and then we'll get into the main event," Kym said as she led me to the rear where a large red mat filled much of the room and a mirror covered the one wall.

"I guess the mat color hides the blood," I said with a smile.

"Yeah, but it gets sanitized regularly anyway," Kym informed me as she pulled off her sweats briskly, the snaps that held the legs and sides together sounding like caps as they popped open.

"Good grief," I remember mumbling as Kym's wrestling attire was revealed.

Short black trunks not unlike those of a boxer, only with what looked like studs in rows on the front, and they were brief enough to expose tree trunks disguised as thighs. Up top, an Olympic-like black top that did little but barely cover Kym's breasts, which were very small and looked more like a man's pecs in the tight fabric.

Kym's head looked so tiny but it wasn't. It was her bull-like neck and massive shoulders that made her skull look little, and as she started doing exercises and playing with some equipment over to the side her muscles kept getting bigger and bigger.

"Like your chances?" Kym asked as she started flexing in front of me, and although my first inclination was to not stare that wasn't possible. Besides, I was paying for Kym's time and standing right in front of me while she lifted small barbells over her head and reached back, she wasn't shy and seemed to welcome the attention.

I was in love with her arms and shoulders, which seemed to get even larger as they took on a glaze of perspiration. Her armpits especially got my attention, since I have a thing about women's underarms to begin with, and when I saw the dense stubble that filled the deep craters I smiled, noting that the five o'clock shadow was several shades darker than her scalp.

I wouldn't have minded if Kym was completely unshaven, because it wasn't as if she was feminine to begin with, but seeing what seemed to be the result of a couple of days of not shaving was fine by me.

"I can shave my pits if you want," Kym said, her voice bringing me back out of my trance. "Lazy this morning."

"NO!" I said very loudly, and she got a kick out of my mumbling afterward, "I mean no, you look fine."

"Then let's get it on," Kym said with a grin as she headed over to the other side of the mat, and if I hadn't seen the front of the woman I would have sworn she was a man with that broad back. "Don't hold back."

"I won't," I assured her as I moved close to her with my arms out, and in the brief second my hands touched her shoulders I felt how rock hard they were just before I went flying over her hip and onto my back.

The sound the mat made was much like the groan that came out of me when I landed, and then Kym was all over me bending my arm back behind me and climbing on top of me.

"Had enough?" she snapped as she bounced on me, and while the hold hurt my shoulder it wasn't as bad as Kym could have made it if she had bad intentions.

"No," I wheezed and the next thing I knew Kym was wrapping her legs around my waist and squeezing hard while I slapped her thigh.

"Tapping out?" Kym asked.

"No," I grunted because all I wanted to do was feel her leg, the faint down on her thigh as thrilling as the marble-like muscles that were trying to squeeze the life out of me, and she even lifted me up a little bit and dropped me back down on my ass to show me who was boss.

Mercifully she let me up, probably trying to see how she could keep my sorry self in one piece for the 10 minutes I had paid for, and when we tangled again she let me take her down to the mat, something that could not have happened without her help.

Kym was slippery. sweating even more than I was, and the strong scent of her fresh perspiration acted like an aphrodisiac as I tried to wrap her up from behind. It was a lame effort on my part to try and duplicate what she had done to me only with me at her back, and I'm sure she could feel my erection against the small of her back as I tried to restrain her.

"Got a little fight in you, dontcha?" Kym snapped as I tried to pull her arm back to give her a half nelson of some kind, and she actually pretended to struggle which allowed me to get up close and personal with her bicep that had become even more pumped.

The sight of that undulating muscle that was as big as a softball hypnotized me as I got an up-close anatomy lesson watching the tendons and muscles in action.

"Trying," I grunted as we had what I thought of as this epic struggle, and Kym let it go on for a bit before she slithered out of the dubious hold my legs had around her waist and then decided that my attempt at applying a half nelson on her was over.

"There!" Kym chirped as her arm got away from me and I then found myself in a very sweaty headlock which would have hurt a bit if it wasn't for where I found myself, and I don't think it was by accident that my face ended up buried in Kym's muscular armpit. "You give?"

I shook my head because I was being a little smothered and couldn't talk but I didn't care because I was in heaven as my ears were flattened by the vice-like grip my head was in, and judging by the way it felt Kym might not have been holding back much.

The coarse stubble of her armpit against my lips and the ripe aroma of her was driving me crazy, and if the entire match was just like this I would have had no problem with that. I even let my tongue slip through my lips and brush her armpit, and when she didn't complain I just blatantly licked the salty cavern while pretending to be trying to escape.

Kym's reaction? She started to churn my face into her underarm by cranking up the headlock, sending my head moving up and down and making the licking even easier. I would have cum if she didn't let go of my head and spin to her feet, and as I staggered upright my erection was clear to see and was noticed.

"Having fun so far Dave?" Kym asked as she glanced at my boner.

"Just warming up," I replied just as Kym slid towards me, her legs taking mine out from under me, and my ass had barely hit the mat before she had me in a figure four leg lock.

We were twisted together like a pretzel with Kym dramatically slamming herself back down on the mat while pretending to be applying the actual pressure that would have ripped my knees to shreds.

I remember as a kid Buddy Rogers and Ric Flair applying this hold to a lot of victims on the Saturday afternoon wrestling shows but this was a lot better and I wouldn't have rubbed their thigh like I did to the chiseled one that had me twisted and immobile.

After letting me back up to my feet after milking that hold for a short break she correctly sensed I needed, I wearily reached out towards Kym as time was running out. That was just as well because I was running out of gas and a brief glance at my reflection in the mirror on the wall confirmed that I was a beaten man.

"You want to see yourself Dave?" Kym snarled as her slippery body spun around me, and after applying a full nelson walked me over closer to the mirror. "Take a good look."

I looked helpless and pitiful, like a child being toyed with as Kym kept the hold on hard and making my arms flop around futily, her grinning face showing how she reveled in flaunting her physical superiority over me.

My shorts were tented out embarrassingly as my erection throbbed away begging for release and the large wet stain that was present was not sweat but my cock drooling.

"Want to go night-night Dave?" Kym asked as she changed the hold to what might have been a sleeper hold, and when I felt her apply a little pressure to my neck I grunted no.

Kym response was to spin my head around to apply another headlock to me and cackling, "I know you like this," as my face got forced into her other armpit and she ground my face into the sweaty stubble.

I came with my cock pressed against her thigh, and while I didn't try to make it happen I did try not to let on when it did, and because my shorts were already a mess I didn't know if Kym even noticed.

In any event, it was time to finish me off and I got to watch myself get hoisted into the air just over her shoulders like a sack of potatoes by the glorious Amazon, and although I got the wind knocked out of me when I got slammed down as gently as I suppose was possible it was worth it.

"One, two, three," Kym counted as she covered me, her count slow enough so I could enjoy the feel of her breasts as she slapped the mat like a ref. "You're done."

Kym jumped up to her feet effortlessly and raised her arms in triumph while looking down at my spent self, allowing me the thrill of seeing those ripped arms one last time before she reached down and grabbed my hand to effortlessly help me to my feet.

"Good match," Kym charitably said.

"Thank you - for not killing me," I replied which got her to laugh that husky laugh.

I fished my wallet out of my slacks and after refusing the offer of using the facilities to clean up I settled up, happy to sit in the car and revel in the scent of taste of Kym for the three hour ride home.

"It was everything I hoped it would be," I said as I paid the balance and generously tipped Kym.

"You seemed to have fun," Kym said.

"Look," I said, not sure I wanted to mention it but feeling guilty. "When we were wrestling..."

"It's okay. It happens Dave."

"It does?"

"Sure. but as long as a guy isn't gross about it, what's the harm?" Kym explained. "If somebody gets out of line I have ways to - let's say dampen their enthusiasm?"

"I don't doubt it. You seem to love your work though. I'm surprised you aren't in the WWF or something."

"I tried when I was young but it's too much bullshit and the travel sucks. I have a bad back and planes kill me."

"I couldn't tell your back hurt when you lifted me over your head," I mentioned and she chuckled at that. "I'm glad that you took it easy on me."

"When I started this I had some anger issues," Kym admitted. "I kind of hated men - some bad experiences when I was young - and when the idea of wrestling guys came up I started out by pretending every guy was my Uncle Ray. Then my partners explained to me that putting guys in traction was bad for business so I learned to relax and just enjoying beating them."

I'm sorry about that - not about the relaxing part," I told her. "I didn't want to get hurt but I confess what I wanted was to wrestle a woman who was physically imposing. I have no interest in wrestling a man of any shape or size. I've just always had a thing for muscular women."

"Among other things," Kym chortled, and I blushed when I was reminded of my none-too-subtle licking. "Hey you're harmless."

"Sadly you're right," I told her as I grabbed my clothes and prepared to leave.

"Hey Dave," Kym said as she walked over to the side of the gym where were had grappled, giving be another view of her magnificent back, and after she fiddled with something on the wall returned with a tape.

"It's not professional quality and it's just a stationary shot of the mat," Kym said as she showed me the tape. "It's more for security purposes than anything else but if you want a memento of our match..."

"You're kidding?"

"I only offer it to cool guys," Kym said. "Your tip more than paid for the tape itself."

"Sold!" I chirped and gave Kym what I would have spent for a bunch of porn that wouldn't be half as hot in my book.

"If you ever want a rematch," Kym said as she let me out.

"Let me bask in the agony of my defeat for a while," I replied as I headed for my car, nodding at Kym's friend who I would have given anything to trade places with for ten minutes too.

I don't know if I will ever go back because that was so good that it would be tough to top that, or even duplicate that experience. Besides, I got a tape that I wasted no time in having transferred to a DVD for posterity, and I didn't even mind that the old guy who ran the store would see it, and judging by the look on his face he didn't mind either.

"That was really something," he said as I paid him for the duplication. "That gal - she was really..."

"That she is."

"If I was younger I would have loved giving her a tussle. I was sectional champ in my weight class back in 1963 but I'm too old now and she would mop the mat up with me worse than she did you."

"Bet you weren't too old to make an extra copy for yourself," I suggested, giving him a wink to say I knew I couldn't have stopped him but didn't much care.

"If it makes you feel any better, I don't pay much attention to you when I watch it," the proprietor told me. "And I might be old but I'm not dead if you know what I mean."

"Elite Wrestling Academy in Syracuse if you want to give Kym a match," I said in leaving. "It was on my bucket list too."

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