Posted by Emma on 12/8/2002, 1:42 pm
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After my easy victory over Davinia, which quite surprised me, to be honest, I couldn't help wondering how I would go against Margaret, the acknowledged champion amongst the, all too few, hard girls of the airline. I didn't have to wait long, she left a message for me saying she'd heard about my victory over Davinia, previously [!] the second hardest girl, and suggesting we should meet for coffee! I liked her immediately! She was very beautiful, crushingly so for another woman, even a bumptious 19 year old like me! Perfect strong face, blonde hair, light, almost translucent blue eyes, lovely tanned skin. A strong sexy body 5'10" tall 38DD 26 38 154 well toned pounds. I felt faintly ludicrous as a 19 year old, 5' 8 1/2" 126 pound weakling for even imagining I could ever challenge this magnificent woman! She seemed surprised when she first caught sight of me, no doubt wondering how I could have beaten Davinia! She told me she was 31 and had won all five fights she'd had with other girls in 12 years flying and a dozen or so before that while at school. She talked pleasantly, matter of factly and I found myself warming to her. She then asked me about my record. It was funny because I'd never had anyone to talk to about my fights before and I really wanted to! I told her that I'd won all 13 fights at school and that the win over Davinia was my first fight out of school. I told her about Bobs, the ex-army boxer who worked at our country home, who I had persuaded to teach me to fight before I went off to boarding school. I told her of the thrill I got from fighting, of my love for it! When I had finished, she smiled at me pleasantly and said "Sooo nice to meet someone like me. You remind me of myself when I first started flying. Tell me, do you like to sleep with girls as well, after you fight with them?" I knew where this was going! "Yes" I said "Very much so. I prefer girls to men actually. I've found all the men I've slept with to be disappointing, frankly." "Yes" she laughed "I know what you mean but how many men have you slept with exactly?" "Three" I said, feeling ridiculous. I thought "ALL the men I've slept with! Yes, ALL three of them!" "Oh" she said "Well, when you've slept with a hundred or so you might find a good one, as I've finally done!" she sighed "A pilot of course. He's actually left his wife and filed for divorce. We're going to be married and start a family so I shan't be flying much longer." "He's a lucky man." I said sincerely, looking at her. "I like you, Emma." she said looking back "I haven't had a fight in two years but I'd love to fight with you, if you think that's fair, before I finish up. You've obviously got some skills that will even things up a bit. Once we have a winner" [I liked the evenhanded way she put that, even though I think we both expected her to win easily] "we can stop fighting and have some fun together. It's always better after a fight!" "I'd love that, Margaret." I said smiling "I'd like nothing better. I don't care if you beat me. If you do I'd like to fight you again and again until I beat you. Full face sitting submission then?" "Oh yes" she she said, her eyes sparkling "You are a sportswoman, Emma. I like that. Shall we coordinate our rosters, then?" "No, I can't wait." I said "I want you now. Come back to my flat and fight me there!" [I knew I was giving away huge tactical advantages by fighting this powerful woman in a confined space but I simply didn't care!] "I can't wait either" she grinned "I'm game." I drove her to my flat in central London about 20 minutes away, putting the car in the garage and taking the lift up. "Nice place." She said taken aback. "It used to be Daddy's bachelor pad but he let's me use it now." I said, embarrassed. This was true, but he had actually given me the flat when I finished school. "That figures" she said "Being so close to Soho! Ever go to watch the catfights in the clubs there?" "No" I said, beginning to realise I could learn things from this woman! "Come and see my bedroom, I'd like to fight you in there!" We both cleared away furniture and other things I had embarrassingly left strewn about and, being a maisonette, were left with a clear area about 15' square. We both eyed each other curiously as we slowly undressed and placed our clothes on the bed. Margaret had an even better body with her clothes off, her muscles rippling under her skin. The thought of submitting to this powerful woman was really starting to get to me, although at that time I didn't understand why I fantasised about submitting to other women! When we were finally completely nude, she took me by the hand and lead me out to the middle of the floor, giving me a lovely kiss before saying "We can stop any time." I nodded, too excited to speak as we separated. We fought for 15 minutes, the longest catfight I've ever had. She fought well, if not as good at boxing as me. Nevertheless we traded punches and I tasted my own blood. She fared worse mainly because she constantly tried to trap me against a wall, so she could use her undoubtedly superior strength on me. This gave me many opportunities to hit her hard. As I did also when she grabbed my hair. I still felt however that I was merely delaying the inevitable, her strength seemed inexhaustible. She trapped me in a bear hug twice. The first time I gave her what Bobs had called the "Liverpool Kiss" a headbutt with my forehead to her mouth and nose. The fight changed a lot after that, she started swearing at me and we both became more savage. I had never felt fighting fury like it before. Now I wanted to win, not just put up a good show before submitting and making love. There would be no prize for second place in this fight! The second time she caught me in a bear hug I exultantly kneed her in the pussy with all my strength. She cried out but didn't go down. I gripped her shoulders and kneed her again, and again for a third time until she sagged to the floor. I straddled her and started punching her full breasts for all I was worth, overcome with savage lust. "Submit" she sobbed and I stopped, stunned. I couldn't believe what I had just done. It truly frightened me, looking at what had become of the confident, strong, sexy woman who had begun the fight. "I'm sorry." I said as she sobbed. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me." I became aware of the stereo blaring in the background. I'd turned it on to drown out the noise of the fight from the neighbours. I got up and switched it off and then returned to Margaret, still sobbing. I somehow got her into bed and cuddled her. Then tended to her as best I could. Eventually I drove her home and stayed for several hours. I lightly stroked her hair and cuddled her but there could be no question of doing anything more with her in that condition. I never heard from Margaret again and she didn't return any of the messages I left for her. I learned a valuable lesson for the future. I resolved that I would never again lose control of myself like that in a fight with a woman I was attracted to. Although I revelled in my savage victory over Margaret and thought her a bit of a cry baby for the way she took her defeat, I had nevertheless lost a potential friend and lover. In future when fighting a girl I fancied, I would hurt her no more than I had to to win and would use a wrestling hold to gain a sexy submission rather than continuing to pound her with my fists. I didn't tell anybody about the fight with Margaret. This was pure self interest. I knew that, just as at school, the opponents would dry up if word got out. I found however that Margaret had felt compelled to warn the other "hard" girls at the airline. None of them showed the slightest inclination to have a fight with me after that! Emma