I've always been interested in strong athletic women and eventually discovered mixed wrestling. Over the years I've had many private mixed wrestling matches where I am constantly learned that I'm not as tough as I sometimes think. Now, in my early forties, it has been getting tougher and tougher to hold my own against these beautiful women in their twenties and thirties who know how to wrestle. Over the years I've won some matches, but lost most. Either way it has been great fun. After divorcing my wife who was a bit too passive for me I recently decided that now was the time to make that extra effort and find an athletic strong woman to date.
I decided to look for athletic women by joining a co-ed softball team. Unfortunately, both on my team and looking at the gym I was having no luck meeting any women I liked. I kept busy dating woman from parties, friends of friends, bars, etc., but none of them really ever excited me. One day I was over for a private wrestling match (just wrestling, nothing more) when the woman I was wrestling (Sarah) told me during a break that her friend, Vicky, just got into town and loved softball. Since she knew I was on a co-ed team she asked if could get her friend in the league. It seemed like a good opportunity to meet a woman who would be athletic and so I agreed.
About a week later Vicky called me and said Sarah told her to call me about the softball league. We agreed that after my next game she would join everybody at the local watering hole and I would introduce her and get her set up. When Vicky arrived she was exactly as she described - about 5'10" and 160 lbs or so. She was completely lean, sexy, and very athletic looking. She was wearing some tight blue jeans with a white halter top. After I made the introductions she got involved in a discussion with a few other people and basically ignored me for the rest of the night. In fact, she left at some point and never said goodbye.
Over the coming months she turned out to be probably the best player on the team and seemed to become fast friends with everybody. Whenever we spoke it was just about softball and she didn't seem to have much interest in me. After our last game of the season another team member, Fran, had a party to celebrate how well our team had done.
Vicky showed up at the party Sarah and I was a little afraid that Sarah would tell everybody about my private wrestling matches with her. Luckily this did not happen and in fact since Sarah was so nice to me that Vicky began to pay a little attention to me. By the time the party was ending Sarah had left with somebody and Vicky was quite drunk. I offered to drive her home and she agreed. I walked her to the door and we started joking about how poorly I had played the last few games. Vicky then jokingly, but very hard punched me in the arm and called me a wimp who probably would be better suited to being a cheerleader on the sidelines. I felt a bit defensive and made a small joke back about Vicky. Suddenly Vicky did some sort of leg sweep and when I fell to the ground she put her foot on my chest and said "drunk or not, I'd better watch my mouth around her!". She then starting laughing like crazy and and said she was joking, thanks for the ride, and she'd see me at the next training game. Feeling a little humiliated, but trying to play it off I said "sounds good", dusted myself off and drove mysslef home.
That night I couldn't get Vicky out of my head, but didn't know what to do. All the signals I got from her seemed to suggest she had no interest. In fact, on several occasions she mentioned she liked guys who were kind of big. Since I'm only about her size I figured that I probably din't have much chance. Nonetheless, although she had kind of humiliated me I couldn't stop dreaming of her.
To my complete shock Vicky called me about 2 weeks later. She said she was feeling bad about the other night and if I'd like we could meet for a drink, her treat. I quickly agreed and the next night we met.
