The Final Round

The Regional Karate tournament had ended, and the auditorium of the D.R. Jones Center was empty, except for the two life long competitors aware that this was their last tournament.  Each had waited until the arena was empty to have one more private moment in the place that had meant so much in their personal development.  Hana entered from the East side of the auditorium and Jamal from the West.  

Neither had changed out of their Gis, and each carried a large duffel bag over a shoulder.  Hana laughed to herself and mumbled "fitting", to herself before moving toward Jamal who took her lead.  The pair met in the center of the room each wearing a coy smile upon their lips.  

"Fifty Fifty in all things until the end."  Jamal said.  And Hannah nodded, understanding his reference.  Each of them began competing here at the age of six, each was the star pupil of their school, and each now had the same number of trophies at the end of their last year before heading to college.  

"I have to admit I'm gonna’ miss it though."  Jamal said smiling confidently.  Despite their rivalry neither had allowed it to lead to animosity.  "You?"  He asked.  

"Absolutely" Hana replied feeling a tingling of competition rippling through her body.  "You think you're up for one more round, lay it bare between just us who wins?"

Laughing Jamal answered, "Sure. And what did you have in mind to lay it all bare between us."  

After a pause Hana answered.  "Hand slap game."

"Ok."  Jamal agreed tossing his bag aside.  "And what are the stakes?  What is the trophy to be won?"

A silence filled the space between them.  "I'm not sure.  You have any ideas."

Hana saw a coy smile move across Jamal's face, and hoped she was right about what he wanted.  

"You said lay bare, one garment a point.  The trophy is the image of your competitor stark naked in this dark empty space." He said gesturing toward the darkened bleachers.

It was exactly what Hana wanted. She nodded as calmly as possible in ascent before tossing her gym bag aside as Jamal had done.  They each took a step towards each other and Jamal extended his hands towards her palms down.  "Your idea, you're up first."

Slowly Hana moved her hands beneath Jamal's lightly brushing her fingertips against the palms of his hands, before moving with all the speed she could manage.  Her hands flew up and came down on nothing.  She bit her lip as she brought her hands back, palms facing down.  

Jamal gently brought his lower lip into his mouth, and the movement caught Hana's attention as his hands sprung upwards before coming down against her knuckles. 

"One point."  He said.  Hana noticed a nervousness in his voice that she had never heard before. She stepped back and untied her top before tossing the shirt unceremoniously atop her bag.  Jamal's eyes moved bashfully over her body.  Hana watched his eyes move from her flat torso and pausing sheepishly and fixating on the cleavage escaping her bra.  

Hana brought her hands forward again, palms facing down.  Jamal smiled nervously, the confidence she had come to associate with him nearly gone.  He forced his eyes to meet hers again, and as he brought his hands up they moved slower than Hanna ever imagined possible before coming down on air.  Jamal shook his head in dismay, as he tried to bring his focus away from Hana's newly exposed flesh and brought his hands out palms down.  

Her fingers touched Jamal's palms and slowly she brushed them back and forth, and then moved them up.  Hana's hands came down squarely on Jamal's knuckles and now it was his turn to step back.  He untied his shirt and tossed it onto his bag.  Hanna took the site of his muscular chest in and the flatness of his toned stomach.  In the dim light shadows accentuated each of the toned muscles.  Hana felt a wave of arousal move through her body at once.  Her nipples hardened and pushed with need against the fabric of her bra.  

Jamal stepped forward and extended his hands palm down. His eyes moved from Hana's to the outline of her nipples lost and unprepared as Hana's hands came up and down hard against his knuckles.  A wave of excitement moved through Hana as Jamal stepped back and loosened the waistband of his pants and pulled them down.  Hana saw his cock pressing forcefully against his boxer briefs.  Hana looked away quickly before returning her gaze and allowing Jamal to see the naked lust on her face.  'One more round, you need to focus.' She told herself. 

With a renewed confidence Jamal stepped forward for what could be the last round of their rivalry.  He watched Hana pull her eyes from his crotch before bringing her hands beneath his.  She drew circles with her fingers in his palms imaging holding him in her hands.  Hana closed her eyes and meditated on her accelerated heartbeat.  When she felt it slow, her body moved as it had been trained to do, moving with the grace and speed of 12 years of practice.  Jamal was no match.  

When she opened her eyes again he had not moved.  He met her eyes and held them

while he reached down to pull his erection free of his boxer briefs before pulling the last of his clothing down his body.  As Jamal rose to toss his boxer briefs aside Hana stared at his fully erect length.  It bobbed with his body as he held his arms outward.  "Congratulations," He said with sincerity in his voice.  "This image is your trophy."  

Hana stepped forward reaching down and taking his length in her hand.  Jamal shivered in pleasure his head moving up and his eyes closing as she began to stroke him.  When he opened his eyes he reached forward to steady himself, taking hold her Hana's bare shoulders.  "Can I...?"  He began to ask, before she cut him off.  "Yes," she answered as she and traced his lips with her tongue.