The Challenge

September 10th, 2014

Katsuro watched the women as they walked out onto the stage – tones ranging from milky white to darkest ebony, and every hue in between, framed by the same style of bronze bikini and topped by faces both fierce and beautiful. Each was an angel, blessed with smooth curves and tight muscles, refined by discipline. He slid his hand into his pocket and pulled his erection to the side. Each flex, each pose that showed off the physiques of these women always filled him with desire. Only one thing kept him from going into the back and relieving himself.

I promised Ayako.

Ayako walked with measured grace, small confident steps that allowed her hips to sway with her muscular thighs. Her black hair trailed down her shoulders and her smile drifted up to Katsuro. Her golden skin glowed under the lighting. She stopped at the middle of the stage and stood with her legs apart. She brought her arms to her side and raised them slowly, letting the muscles tighten and form. Gentle applause sounded from the audience. Ayako turned and swept her hair off her back and over her shoulder. She brought her arms to the side, her back smooth. She tensed her left hand, and moved the tension in a wave, up her arm, across her shoulder and back, down her right arm until every muscle protruded and shined under the light. Whistles joined the applause and she relaxed to join the line of women for final judging.

Sada, who was new to this competition, followed behind, walking with quick, aggressive steps and smiling over the crowd. Katsuro could appreciate her body, well sculpted and topped with shoulder-length red hair that framed green eyes that radiated confidence. She paused, in profile to the audience, and brought her right arm up in a bicep curl, every muscle tight and defined. She brought her body around so that she faced the audience now, her curled arm raised and pulling her chest muscles tight. She brought up her left arm, presenting another bicep curl before joining her hands over her head and turning. The muscles of her back seemed to have been sculpted. As she lowered her arms, they flexed and rippled. The audience applauded and whistled loudly.

Sada had proven to be a crowd favorite for several of the segments, but it was clear that Ayako carried the judges.

Katsuro grasped his knees and pulled forward as the host stepped up to announce the winners of the competition. Third place went to Jenn Carpenter, the perennial bronze winner. Sada Oshiro was announced as the runner up for this year’s competition and the name Ayako Fukui was barely heard over the applause. She held her hands to her face and walked up to accept her ribbon with grace.

As he stood to applaud, Katsuro thought that later she would look very nice, wearing only the ribbon on her torso as those thighs surrounded his face.

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