A Chance Encounter?

Anka was quickly turning the locker room into a sauna for the trapped Natasha, beads of sweat rolling down her body to soak into her already drenched top while more still dripped from her hair into her face, giving her yet another reason to shake her head. "Not that I need...anything to protect me." Natasha whispered in reply, smiling sweetly for Velvet despite her circumstances. The grip on her was tight but not so much that she couldn't move a little, Natasha arching her back to shove her tits more forcefully into Velvet's opposing pair, her shoulders then rolling about to heighten the friction between their deliciously warm breasts.

Her eyes winced as her shorts were drawn up tight against her sex, Velvet now discovering Natasha wore nothing underneath when she visited the gym. "You want me this much, you only had to ask love." Placing her hands upon the German beauty's waist Natasha locked her gaze with Velvet's and leaned in close, nose to nose in fact, before drawing the woman's sex quite close to her own. She stopped with less than an inch of space left between their lower lips, leaving it up to Velvet to close the gap in a challenge of her own.

The Valentine chortled in the back of her throat in such a way that her large breast wobbled and virbated against Natasha's chest as the Russian lean in closer to within kissing distance with her face and lips.

"Vhy should ze Valentine ask... Vhen ze Valentine can jus take?" She said, snuggling her cushiony body into Natasha more. All of a sudden, Velvet Valentine yanked up tightly on the back rim of Natasha's shorts, at first it seemed that she wanted the other girl to be wedgied even more than before so that her mound would be pressed against the front of her shorts... But then it became apparent that her true intentions were to lift the blue haired woman completely up off of her feet and into the relentless bear hug... The valentine purposely positioned herself so that the other woman's crotch would run up over the front of her belly, so that Natasha's breasts would ride up and over to sit on top of the Valentine's bust and so that Velvet Valentine's warm soft pants were now fluttering into Natasha's cleavage.

"Like zis.." She murmured as she squeezed in tighter than before, her arms crossing over each other at the small of Natasha's back, twisting Natasha's wet shorts up and slipping them deep inbetween her butt cheeks

Alarm bells were going off in Natasha's head, they had been since Anka snuck up behind her and wrapped those surprisingly strong arms around her, but she had brushed off that uneasy feeling a couple minutes ago and now she was regretting that decision. Velvet Valentine wasn't going to be content with teasing Natasha or even with getting a little hands on with her, no she seemed to have her mind set on making a forceful point to the French woman. "Who said I would UGH!" Velvet made her move before Natasha could properly get a word in, hauling the bluenette clean off her feet and right into a bear hugh Natasha certainly didn't want to be in. Thankfully her arms were free though it took her a few moments to think to use them, only they didn't seem to be of use as she tugged on Anka's arms to little effect.

Squirming about within the bigger woman's embrace was all she could do it seemed, Natasha groaning as the air was slowly but inevitably squeezed from her lungs by those anaconda like arms of Velvet's. "Let....go of...me!" Natasha protested through gritted teeth, her mind racing to find a way out of the surprise trap Velvet had sprung on her. But she was still worn out and sore from her work out, her muscles burning with exhaustion as she asked more of them than they were capable of after such strenious exercise.

Seeing how unlikely it was for her to break herself free Natasha went for retaliation instead, her arms wrapping around the back of Velvet's head to pull her face deep into the waiting cleavage she was breathing onto. The wedgie was proving more than just a distraction now as well, a few moans slipping out amongst her pained groans as Velvet worked her over, Natasha's feet flailing about in the air.

Velvet Valentine always seemed very confident and certain with her actions, so what she had been planning to do with Natasha was probably already decided from the start... However thoses plans were surely set in stone within her mind just from Natasha's resistance and the feel of her sweaty body wriggling and rubbing up against the buxom woman's assets... The Valentine's arms suddently squeezed and fixed into position as she panted against the blue haired woman's cheek loud enough that it actually sounded like she was letting out short and soft sensual moans with each breath.

Her hand loosened and pulled up on the back of Natasha's shorts repeatedly so as to start getting the material to rub on and off against the front of the Russian's crotch while the overly familar woman pressed her hips a little between Natasha's thighs to press into her most tender area.

Natasha retaliation, although taking the Valentine a little by surprise, did not seem to deter her efforts. Anka gasped in sharply as Natasha hooked her arms around the back of her head and pulled her face first right into her cleavage. Her arms starting to shake and wrench Natasha's body from left to right, making the bear hug harder to bare while also rubbing the other woman's crotch left and right past her belly button

Why did this have to feel so damn...good?! Natasha was struggling with that thought almost as much as she was the unyielding bear hug she was caught in, the very act of fighting against the hold only helping to rub their bodies together more, exciting the Frenchwoman all the more. It wasn't a good predictament for the proud bluenette, if she just stayed still she'd make Velvet have to work harder but it would be in her mind a submission to the other woman's will, something she just couldn't let happen. Yet squirming about was only arousing both herself and Velvet further, the Valentine's now sweat soaked breasts grinding against Natasha's stomach and the undersides of her own slick mounds, which didn't seem to be enough for Velvet as Natasha soon felt an added pressure upon her sex.

Velvet's grip on her shorts hadn't loosen at all either and while she was being shaken around like a rag doll her shorts were being pulled up into her sex. Natasha tossed her head back, now moaning more than she was groaning, eyes firmly shut even as she kept the woman buried face first against her breasts. Even that appeared to be part of Velvet's wishes however, the woman not even trying to pull away, the feel of her warm pants upon her sweaty tits only adding to her euphoria.

The Valentine held Natasha up for a handful more seconds, the heat of the Russian's body bathing her front and enjoying the feel of her almost useless but sensual squirms and wriggles against her.. Finally however Velvet Valentin yanked up higher on Natasha's shorts, forcing her body to hike upwards against the Valentine's buxom front before the German French babe finally released her unrelenting grip of the blue haired woman's shorts and chucked her down back first towards the floor...

Anka was breathing heavily, the breast smoothering had prevented her from getting too much air in as she was hugging Natasha and her growing arousal had set her blood really pumping. She filled her lungs again and then pressed her lips closed together in a smile, exhaling the air through her nose in a delighted sounding sigh.

"Zat vas a gut taster.. non?" she licked her lips as she looked down at Natasha's sweaty body laying on the ground "But I should leave some of your body for vhen it is ready to become ma valentine..." She said, bringing her hand up to her lips to blow a kiss down at the other woman.. Her insatiable appetite was calling for her to grab Natasha back up and do some more, but she was able to drag herself away from what she does best and made to head out of the gym

"Mhmmmaaahhhhh!" Natasha cried out one last time as Velvet hiked up her shorts far past what was considered even uncomfortable, her shorts practically just a rope getting dragged back and forth over her naked sex. The feel of the bunched up cloth sliding through her labia....it was almost too much for her to bear with everything else the german was doing to her but she held on even so, keeping the woman's face buried in her chest until without warning Velvet tossed her unceremoniously down onto the hard tile floor. The back of her head smacked into the lockers, Natasha unsure if that was any better than the tile as she laid there gasping for air, feeling like she was in a sauna after that prolonged stint spent within Velvet's embrace. She looked up in confusion at the woman who now towered over her, Natasha pushing herself to sit up with her back to the lockers while her chest rose and fell with her heavy panting.

"Won't say it wasn't but...you went a bit far don't you think?!" Her voice was stern as she now glared up at Velvet, one arm draped protectively over her breasts while the other pulled her shorts down out of her crotch. "Your valentine?" Natasha half whispered, her gaze narrowing as she waited for the woman to make another move. "If you want to try again consider the challenge accepted, anytime, anywhere you want." She answered with a slight smile as she hoisted herself back up to her feet using the locker behind her as a hand hold. Velvet then made her way out of the locker room with Natasha's eyes following her out, still half expecting her to turn around and rush her again but the woman restrained herself, leaving her finally alone to change.

Natasha still waited a couple more minutes, watching the doorway, before she pulled off her gym clothes and changed back into her street attire, though she had to wipe herself down first after that sweaty embrace. She left the gym however with a smile on her face, already thinking of what a proper encounter between them could be, one without any interruptions.