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We walked outside and it was already completely dark. It seemed that I lost track of time, with how much time we spent in the restaurant. But it wasn't important at all, I wanted to be with Ashley for as long as possible. The night was warm, although that feeling could have been caused by the alcohol. Ashley was still holding my hand with a strong grip, but for her it could be normal or even delicate. Her palm had a little calloused skin inside, that's the cost of lifting heavy weights.
After a while Ashley let go of my hand, and I was at first disappointed, but that feeling didn't last very long, because soon after she entwined herself on my waist and leaned into me. It encouraged me to embrace her shoulders and lay my palm on her gigantic right deltoid muscle, which was like a granite ball covered by silk. My fingers were touching her delicate skin which hid an unyielding and powerful muscle.
"Fuck, I feel so drunk, Danny!" Ashley was giggling and wobbling. Probably that was the reason why she hugged me and why we were walking together. "Please, let's find a bench, ok?" She asked and then exhaled a warm breath in my face. "Some discreet bench, hi hi hi."
"Sure, I will help you get there!" We both laughed, as we walked through the dark and desolate park. I was feeling like I was sixteen years old again. The first taste of alcohol, first dates, first touch of a female body. Even though I was a little bit drunk as well, I had never been so embedded in the present like then. And probably never before had I felt such an overwhelming love of life or appreciated one moment so preciously.
We walked for a short while and found a bench. I didn't know if it was a discreet one, but we both didn't care. Probably it wasn't, because there was a huge street lamp above it. The Woodland Park seemed completely empty, there was not a living soul around, except for us. It was my first time at this place, but I wasn't sightseeing, it was pitch-black darkness around and... well, I was distracted by the presence of an ultra muscular blonde bombshell. We sat down... or should I say that I sat down and Ashley lay down, put her feet up on the bench and leaned with her back heavily on me.
"You don't mind, do you?" She asked with a wide grin, putting her head in my elbow crease. Her broad back and shoulders were pressing on my chest and legs.
"Of course not, it's a pleasure to hold a woman like you in my arms!" I was still amazed at how freely Ashley was behaving in any interaction with me. It looked as if we were a couple for a long time, she didn't have any inhibitions in engaging close and intimate physical contact with me. Of course, at our first encounter we had crazy and wild sex, so maybe that explained her attitude, but it was still new and overwhelming, at least for me.
"Mhm, it's nice to be held in a strong man's arms..." Again sarcastic notes appeared in her voice, but she was glancing at me with humor and a frivolous smile. She was laying half on my thighs, half on the bench, with her head leaning on my left arm. It didn't seem to be a very comfortable position, but she looked relaxed.
"My arms, compared to yours, are like overcooked spaghettis next to iron bars!" My joke made her laugh, but then she stated rather seriously.
"Oh, c'mon, Danny, I know you're joking, but seriously, you don't need to belittle yourself in front of me. Obviously, you are weaker than me for lifting weights, but you're a pretty strong guy and you know how to fight, right? You can hit and kick hard." Was she trying to flatter me or she just stated what she considers to be the truth? Or she wanted to troll me again? I couldn't figure that out. But I decided to be open and truthful, as she was during the whole evening. Beside her teasing and pranking, Ashley undoubtedly was the most honest and direct person I've ever met.
"I guess, I do know how to fight and I thought that I could hit really hard..." I made a pause and placed my hand on Ashley's stomach "... until I hit this impenetrable wall of steel." I smiled at her briefly and gently stroked her incredibly sculpted abs through her blouse.
"Mhmm..." She pulled her blouse up and placed my hand on her bare belly. "That's nice, honey. But back to the topic, if you would hit me in the face with such force, you would knock me out for sure." I had no clue why she brought that topic up and what she wanted to achieve out of it.
"Let's start with the fact that I would never hit you in the face. And secondly, I don't know why you're talking about this..."
"Just hypothetically." She was looking directly in my eyes and again her confidence totally overmatched mine. "You said that you were thinking about my challenge a lot, so you probably thought about ways to beat me up." Ashley again had this provocative sparkle in her eyes. She was smiling and laying on my legs and yet talking about such topics so lightly.
"What do you want me to say?" I said quietly. "Yes, if I'd hit you kütahya escort in the chin with such force, I would knock you out. But on the other hand, if you would hit me as strongly as you did then in the gym or even stronger, if you'd use proper technique, you might even kill me."
"Oh, no, Danny, I would never hurt you!" Ashley interrupted me and she scowled, hearing what I said, then looked at me... quite warmly. "I'm not into hurting people...".
"I hope so... but let me finish." I was trying to phrase all my thoughts in a way which won't show me as someone self-pitying, but also not to show that I'm scared of her or something like that. I wanted to state that as calmly as I could. "You have incredible power, Ashley. Back then in the gym, you hit me so extremely hard, even without rolling your shoulders or rotating your hips. It was shocking for me, because I may not have such strong muscles like you, but I had a couple of amateur muay thai fights and no one hit me so hard in the midsection. I can't even imagine how vicious your punch would be, if you'd throw it with the correct boxing technique. Such force may puncture organs like the spleen or the liver." Ashley was listening to this with a worried expression. It really seemed that she might have not realized that her strikes could be so dangerous. "So yeah, like I said, I had many thoughts about your challenge, many of them were attempts to explain to myself your strength advantage over me. I was recreating different scenarios of our challenge. And yes, I was so shocked and crushed by that one punch, that I was wondering if I would be able to defeat you in a real fight or some kickboxing match. And while using my muay thai skills and experience, maybe also a speed advantage or a better cardio, I thought that I may have beat you. But you know what? Thinking about that made me sick and disgusted. I felt like shit imagining that I'd hit your gorgeous face, because... why? Because the feeling of insecurity was so strong, that I would hit a woman? Because I lost a challenge to a woman and my ego couldn't handle it? Because a woman appeared to be much stronger than me? Because my male pride was destroyed? It was a repulsive concept for me."
"Sorry that I gave you such a headache." Ashley smiled sadly.
"No, no, don't be. Because beside my crushed ego, I was also amazed by you so much, by your attitude, beauty, body, strength, all of that. And I realized that I will continue to feel like shit forever, if I won't simply accept the fact that you're stronger than me. So, I told myself, 'Accept this and go for it, explore this feeling further, find her and ask her for a date'", that was my final provision in that topic, as I finished my summary, I just laughed to her, "and it seems like I'm realizing my plan was worth it. I much prefer to admire these amazing abs, than hit them." My hand was wandering on her belly, exploring every nook of her chiseled, rock hard abdominal muscles.
"Poor babe... I see now that I really messed you up..." Ashley chuckled quietly, but it seemed that she had honest remorse. She was glancing at me gently. "See? I told you that I'm not the best girl to hang with."
"And I told you that I don't see you that way. I'm just being totally honest with you. It was quite a hard experience for me, to admit it to myself, that I met a woman so much stronger than me. Of course, I was aware that somewhere in the world, there are girls stronger than me for lifting weights or pro female martial artists, who would beat the crap out of me in the blink of an eye, but... you know, they were out there, in an undefined somewhere, and meeting someone like them in person, was devastating for my ego, at first. I'm in the best shape of my life and there is a chick, who beat me with one punch. However, it took me a while, but I eventually made peace with it and accepted that, or even appreciated that experience as something on which I can grow as a humbler person."
"That means that you have a healthy ego, Danny. I like it." Now it was Ashley stroking my hand. "So, you are not scared of me?"
"I'm not. Of course, I just hope that you won't whoop my ass after our first argument!" I laughed.
"Haha! I can't guarantee you that I won't spank your cute little ass, when you will be naughty." Ashley smiled broadly and continued. "But the truth is, I don't know how to fight in any way. I mean striking, kicking, etc... I tried a few boxing lessons, but being hit in the face wasn't my thing."
"Ashley, you don't need skills, your raw strength is more than enough to knock somebody out cold, even while hitting with an open hand." I said it with honest respect, but I also knew that she likes to listen to compliments about her power.
"Oh, really", she mocked me humorously, "What if someone will teach me how to punch properly?" She looked at me with a sly smile "But to be serious, I may not have a clue about stand-up fighting, but I know a few escort kütahya wrestling moves. I was in the wrestling group in high-school for a short period."
"Oh, I've noticed that you are quite... agile and experienced... when you were on top of me. Was it due to your wrestling background?" Ashley chuckled, knowing that I was meaning her riding me on that yoga mat.
"Oh yeah, I'm a true expert in naked wrestling, haha! But you mentioned that you had a couple of amateur fights, right? Tell me more about it."
"Yes, I had seven fights to be exact. The first one was... I believe they call this the first step of fighting or something like that... It was under very limited rules, kicks or knees in the head weren't allowed, elbows also, we had to wear protection on almost every part of the body. Quite an amusing view. But the other fights were... let's say... more brutal."
"I would like to see one of your fights. Are there any of them on the net?" Ashley surprised me with that question. Usually I would proudly present videos of my fights to any woman, but in front of Ashley, I again felt a slight sting of insecurity, rather irrational, but still. Probably I just wanted to impress her furthermore, so I decided to show her my most dominant and spectacular victory.
"Yes, I have them on my Facebook. Just let me take out my phone from my pocket." Unfortunately, that meant that Ashley could no longer lean on me. It was so pleasant to hold her in my arms. She seemed to be a little disappointed as well.
"Oh, no, it was so cozy", Ashley laughed, but sat up next to me, very close. Her huge thigh was connected with mine. "Hey, hug me again, don't be shy."
"Just a second, I'll find this video." I passed her my phone and embraced her shoulders. My hand again landed on Ashley's deltoid muscle and again it struck me by its size, volume and density. I don't have small palms, but I couldn't cover her shoulder even with straightened fingers.
"Daniel Baker..." She read my surname quietly and pressed play on the screen.
The video started and Ashley was watching very carefully. It was my fourth fight, as I remember correctly. Despite that it was an amateur fight, me and my opponent hadn't even shin protectors or helmets, only gloves. So, the rules were almost identical like during pro bouts.
"Hey, what are you doing now? It looks dorky!" Ashley laughed.
"Oh, it's called Wai Kru, it's a traditional muay thai dance, which fighters usually have to do before a fight. It's a part of the ritual or something like that. Yeah, it's kind of funny." Indeed, this whole dance looks a little bit dorky, especially if you are watching yourself doing it.
Then the video showed me and my opponent facing each other and the referee was explaining the rules. Classic stare down. Ashley paused the video and noticed.
"This guy is much taller than you."
"Yup, he was at least 3 inches taller and also had a better reach. And was heavier. To be honest, if it wouldn't be an amateur fight, we wouldn't be matched together, for sure. It was supposed to be a middleweight bout with a 185 or 187 lbs weight limit. I was weighing even less. And this guy was way above that, I think he was closer to 200 lbs."
"Wow, it looked like a tough matchup for you." Ashley glanced at me with respect.
"It was what it was." I shrugged.
Ashley focused again on the screen and clicked play. The fight began.
The first three minutes round was dictated by my opponent. I had trouble finding my reach and avoiding his jabs. He didn't hit me too much, because I was circling around, changing angles, moving my head, et cetera. But I also didn't score too much, most of my punches didn't reach his head. All I could do was throw a lot of low kicks, which started to work and damage his thighs.
The first round was close-fought, but slightly won by him. Surprisingly, while watching this fight, I felt again an adrenaline rush and a little bit of stress, mostly because of showing that fight to Ashley. I wondered what her thoughts were after the first round and she immediately spoke to me, as if she could read my mind.
"He won the first, right?" I nodded my head and she continued. "But you fought smart, fuck, this guy has long arms like a monkey."
The second round started and then I began to outsmart this guy. I was throwing low kicks in his lead leg, to slow him down. However, he caught me a few times with straight punches and I again couldn't reach his head. And that gave him confidence, as a result I had noticed that he started to keep his hands lower, not so close to his chin like earlier. So, I started to bait him, by kicking his right side, he was sloppy in blocking low kicks and ate many of them. It frustrated him and also hurt as hell. After another leg kick, I saw that he attempted to catch my leg. Of course, it's legal in muay thai and even you can get scores in the judges eyes, if you catch and sweep kütahya escort bayan your opponent.
So, I threw a low kick again and he again tried to catch it. He was already set up. I marked another low kick and when his right hand went down, I immediately cut the distance with a quick jump and exploded with a sharp left hook on his jaw. Momentum gave me additional power and I knocked him down.
"Wow, nice!" Ashley yelled with emotions.
He was counted for the first time and made a rookie mistake, by standing up too fast. The referee counted only four and he was already up, to show me that nothing happened. But I saw that he was wobbling and his eyes were foggy, barely conscious.
So immediately after the restart, I charged on him and set up another trap. I threw a sequence of hooks and he was covering himself with a double guard. None of my strikes reached his head, but it was exactly like I planned. I wanted him to focus on high guard and protecting his chin. The last left hook wasn't aimed in his jaw, but in the liver! Boom, he didn't expect that at all and bent in half like a Swiss knife. Ashley again almost jumped from excitement. The referee came in and the guy was counted for the second time.
He stood up at 8, so in the last chance, but I knew that he was defeated already. You can't recover from a liver shot in only 8 seconds.
So, he was hurt, shocked and confused, because he couldn't predict from which angle another strike would come. He didn't know if he should cover his head or his guts. He was moving like he was underwater, in slow motion. I threw a left hook again and he blocked it, but promptly, I made something quite spectacular - I kicked with the left leg in his guts and it collided hard with his ribs and as my leg went down, I bounced it from the ground and kicked higher, right in his head. My shin hit him in the ear and he fell down, totally unconscious and knocked out cold!
"Fuck! Whoa! Just wow, that was very impressive, Danny!" Ashley was shaking her head with disbelief and looked at me so lustily, that I almost fainted. Wow, watching my fight made her so steamy? "You are a force to be reckoned with, Danny. That was impressive... and hot, haha! You outfoxed him perfectly. Didn't you think about turning pro?"
"I thought and dreamed about it, but I don't think it's really worth the huge effort and the risk of severe injuries. There is no money at all in pro muay thai, maybe only on the highest level. It's not as popular as boxing or MMA. I had those fights just to test and challenge myself."
"I see. But I liked it very much." She said and scrolled on the screen to read the comments of my friends. "Who is Stephanie Evans?" Ashley suddenly asked and looked at me with a sly smile.
"Her? She is a colleague from work, why do you ask?"
"She's hot. And clearly into you, judging from her comment full of awe, he he. You should pick her up." I knew that Ashley was trolling me again, but it surprised me that she stated without doubts that Stephanie was interested in me. Ashley's intuition was almost right!
"Hehe, funny, that you saw through her so well. The truth is, that I had been thinking exactly the same and tried to pick her up about a year ago. I invited her for lunch at work and... I was very fortunate that I didn't push that any further."
"Why not?"
"Because during maybe the first twenty minutes, she mentioned her ex-boyfriend probably ten times. It was clear for me that she had some issues with her former relationship. And later I found out that Stephanie and her boyfriend had broken up and then came back together again a few times in the past."
"Oh, so she just wanted to have a 'spare guy', in case her fucked up relationship finally wouldn't work out?"
"Yeah, something like that. She was giving me a lot of mixed signals, so I'm really glad that my 'sixth sense' alarmed me on time, hehe."
"Good for you..." Ashley stated and then said with serious outrage. "God, what a stupid bitch. I hate chicks like her. They never know what they want. I may be messed up in many ways, but I had never done anything like this to guys. So, miss Evans, you won't know what guy you missed." Ashley showed her middle finger to Stephanie's Facebook profile, which made us both laugh.
"I don't give a simple fuck about her. She is very pretty, all the nerds from my office have wet dreams about her, but for me... she is too skinny." I said with a wide smile.
"Oh, you prefer plus size women?" Ashley played along with me.
"A little bit more muscular, you know."
"But seriously, you didn't seem to be into female muscles at first. What happened?" Ashley again had this sarcastic vibe in her voice, which coming from any other woman would be arrogant, but in her case, combined with her unbelievable confidence, that attitude was... just hot and seductive.
"I've met one beautiful woman with slightly bigger than average muscles and she somehow persuaded me that a muscular female body can be exciting in many ways." I was bantering with her, but only in a positive way.
"Oh, slightly bigger than average? You are stepping on thin ice here, babe". Ashley jocularly raised her eyebrows, "So what was the name of that woman, huh?"