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As Aisha entered into the dressing room she saw Dixie, who was still in the middle of changing for her next match. The woman didn't turn around to see her longtime rival and friend but instead only continued to fiddle with her outfit and never noticed the black blonde in the opposite corner of the room. She sighed as she still had time until her match and was bored. She hefted her boobs in her hands as something came back to her. "They aren't that big, Aisha was just exaggerating." She said softly to herself and made a show of smashing them to her chest, and sighing she looked down to survey herself.
Aisha had walked up behind the tall buxom blonde and laid her hands over hers. "They are big Cowgirl and you know it." She said in her sassy voice, gently massaging them before Dixie could get a hold on herself, the woman was stunned at her friend touching her like this, obviously too stunned to resist or deny her access to her body. She didn't have her vest or her chaps on, and was in a top and bottom only, she was even barefoot. But Aisha seemed to like this she touched Dixie's hip lightly making the Texan shiver, which also elicited a sigh from the New Yorker. "Come on Rawhide, didn't you tell me that you weren't gonna fight me, so make sure not to renege on that." Aisha whispered softly into the woman's ear.
The Texan sighed and leaned into the slightly smaller woman, what she was doing to her felt so very good. 'Damn how long has is been since I last got any?' she thought to herself, and somehow she didn't remember, it must have either been too long or must not have been that good. Somehow as she's been thinking, Aisha had worked her top off, she gasped and blushed, slapping her hands across her chest to cover herself. "Aisha!" she exclaimed, though she knew that she had been touching her just the way that she liked. She saw the devilish grin on the woman's face and shivered in both excitement and fear. Why did she want her to continue, she knew she didn't walk on that side of the fence.
And every time Aisha ran her hands up her sides, Dixie moaned a little. "So, are you gonna fight me or what?" was again whispered into the Texan's ear. When she shook her head, Aisha took the lead and grabbed her breasts in her hands, playing with the weight of them and squeezing gently, she kneaded and massaged little by little. When the Texan let out a loud moan, Aisha knew she had her: pressed against her back and now rubbing gently at her thighs, the Texan gasped as she neared the apex of her thighs, and there was a faint flowery scent, and a dampness that began to leak down her thighs, 'God, she's so wet!' thought Aisha to herself as she finally touched the fabric covering Dixie's heat. And it excited the both of them, this tension and excitement; the forbidden aspect of it.
Finally when she couldn't take the tension anymore, she pushed Dixie to the floor and kissed her forcefully. Shoving her tongue against Dixie's and trapping her arms above her head, she molded her body to the woman's, their breasts were mashed against each others, and it felt so good. Everything was perfect, until she heard Reiko shouting in the hallway, looking for her.
"Damn, honey. Looks like we'll have to continue this later…" Aisha kissed her forehead and pulled her up handing Dixie her clothes before walking out of the back entrance to the room, and then Reiko burst in.
"Come on! It's almost time for the match!" the Zero Fighter exclaimed as she pulled on Dixie's hand, the tag team match against Evil Rose and Dr. Cutter was important, but Dixie's mind was on Aisha and what she wanted to happened next time.