Song’s Martial Arts – 5:00am
Nolan parks in his usual spot behind Song’s in the early morning. With the parking lot vacant, he’s in no rush as he goes in for a brief morning workout. An athlete and martial arts enthusiast, he knows the owner well enough to have acquired an extra key to access the studio for his personal use.
He flips on a light to the men’s locker room, the cold night air keeping the inside just the same. Nolan changes into workout shorts and a cutoff shirt, barefoot as he makes his way to the main room.
The sound of a hard kick landing on a bag gives him cause to stop, looking up as the lights in the studio emit a dull glow.
Curious, he approaches the light, the sound of a woman’s exertion echoing. Nolan walks into the center of the doorway, towel in hand, as he watches with a half-smirk.
Jun Sing wears her jiu-jitsu kimono, bare feet effortlessly carrying her as though she gently floats just above the mat as she moves and punches, kicks and kips. She’s not some wannabe fighter, but rather a fully formidable force, a pretty thing who harbors no genuine concern when dislocating someone’s jaw with her heel. She’s feisty with a touch of jasmine.
“Whoa!” she lets out as she turns away, startled at the sight of Nolan and letting out a little laugh. She puts a hand to her chest, looking to anywhere but Nolan. “I…didn’t think anyone would be in this early.”
Nolan shakes his head, a handsome little smirk permanently fixed. “Me either, actually.” He looks around, trying to think of another place to go so he can leave her be.
Jun’s olive skin is a contrast to the standard white kimono. Standing all of 5’5”, the kimono is a flowing garment that hides her incredibly gorgeous and curvy form underneath. Having been practicing martial arts for her entire life, she’s fit from brow to toe, a curvy hip hidden under the thick cloth and belt. She’s every inch of Chinese just like her parents after they immigrated across the ocean.
Jun’s words catch Nolan before he walks away. “You can have it,” she comments, beginning to walk out.
He stops, watching her leave. “And what?” he jests, a nod to the bag gently swaying in the corner. “Want me to finish what you started?” Nolan’s hands are on his hips, a stupid little grin remaining.
“If I stay, then I will have to wind up helping you win.” She eyes him, a heads-up look in defiance. “I’ve seen your round-out in action.” She eyes the bag, Nolan. “Yeah. Good luck, guy.”
Nolan feels the sting, a hand to his chest as he walks around her. He takes an exaggerated fighting stance aimed at the bag, turning to Jun. “Should I have learned from sensei Junsan?”
Jun’s had about enough of this boyishness. He wasted her morning workout. Now he’s wasting her time. She stands firm in front of Nolan, hands on her hips with a judging brow that reads, ‘This friggin’ guy.’
Nolan quickly makes a move toward Jun which is blocked even faster. He takes up another stance, Jun noticeably more defensive. There’s a brief bout and a block, a grab for cloth accompanied by a shove. They separate.
Nolan shakes his head, a smile on his face.
“What? Are you about to tell me I’m starting to piss you off?” She easily paces a wide circle, a little smile contained.
He doesn’t approach Jun – he fucking goes after her.
There would be an outright laugh by Nolan from the look on Jun’s face when she notices what’s happening. Nolan and Jun make contact, turning with legs, wrapping for dominance as they both hold on tight, Jun’s ponytail flying as Nolan’s leg kicks out from under him.
They hit the ground like sacks of crap in free fall, a loud thump as their bodies find the mat. What’s displayed as their bodies roll is what can be best categorized as Jiu-Jitzu-Ka-ra-Jun-Thai-Nolan-doe that would cause any sensei to curse in a different language from embarrassment.
“Get…” Jun begins, her words interrupted by this increasingly difficult bout for supremacy on the floor. Jun is so pissed off right now that she can’t even collect the words in a proper order to tell Nolan to fuck off.
They roll on the mat, Nolan’s cheek finding Jun’s, their faces pushed together, hot breath and strain obvious from their struggle. Sideways on the mat, their legs push and strain, Nolan’s hands gripping Jun’s kimono at the cuffs.
Nolan’s doing great, getting a better position on Jun as their faces continue touching, his nose going Jun’s neck.
Their bodies are in an awkward and rigid pose, but Jun slowly rolls to her back, Nolan situated between her legs.
Jun’s hands go to the mat beside her head.
Nolan can feel the tension in her body begin to ebb. He touches his lips to Jun’s neck, her attention more focused on catching her breath and being pinned to the mat than anything. Nolan retains his dominant position, holding her cuffs to the mat. Another kiss touches her neck, this time longer. Then another.
Jun’s chest rises and falls, her breath a little shaken, though she’s not injured by any means. She finds his eyes, her face asking the question of what he’s doing when he kisses her. Undeterred, she breaks an arm free, Nolan’s grip remaining.
Nolan kisses Jun again, which she allows, her eyes shifting between his. Her mouth is slightly open as it catches her breath, the taste of Nolan remaining. He goes to grab for her belt before Jun captures his wrist. He fondles at her belt, but Jun’s nails bite into his skin.
Nolan plants a long, stern kiss on Jun as a distraction. Her little moan from inside encourages him, a grip on her kimono top as he tugs hard.
Jun’s hands break free as they find Nolan’s shirt to haul it over his head.
Neither say a word. They just catch their breath and try not to accidentally hit the other one in the face.
Jun has no intention of stopping Nolan when he undoes her belt, tossing it aside as the thick top makes an exit. Her white sports bra shows, her hands running along his muscled body as she watches her own fingers slide along his skin like water over a rocky stream.
“Come here,” he says, a hand to her beautiful face as they kiss, tongues rolling as Jun burns hotter. She nods as they kiss, feeling his hands on her hips. She raises them, Nolan hauling her pants down and giving them a toss.
Jun’s legs are spread when he returns, her body flat on the mat. Her voice is eager and questioning: “Nolan.”
They meet, hardly any space available to move when Jun’s bra flies. She may be small chested, but it still feels incredible when Nolan’s entire hand covers her, squeezing as her hand finds a hardening cock. She squeezes and tugs, a little surprised at the girth. “Yeah,” she lets out, Nolan’s hands tracing the lines of her body. “Yes.”
She’s had enough, taking hold of the elastic band of Nolan’s waist, feeling him stand as she yanks them down.
A sturdy cock springs free. Jun quickly grabs it, pulling herself to him with parted lips.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, Jun instantly setting to work bobbing on his cock, ponytail swaying. Nolan hikes a leg over her shoulder, a hand on her ponytail as he humps at the rhythm of her suck. “Fucking suck…suck it, Jun.”
She’s emboldened, taking more of him until it causes her to gag, telling her to slow down. He tastes wonderful. Jun can’t remember the last time she had a stiff cock in her mouth. It feels like hard steel on the verge of melting on her tongue. Jun sucks, unashamed of how she may look while kneeling on the mat.
“That’s it,” Nolan abruptly mutters. “Fuck this.” He’s after Jun. He’ll have her.
It’s no surprise when she feels Nolan put his hands on her shoulders. She’s reluctant to not have that beautiful cock in her mouth, but it slides out regardless when she moves back to lay down. Jun looks to him, her hands in the waist of her thong. “Off.”
With panties gone, Nolan wraps his hands under Jun’s legs to pull her hips into his lap.
Jun’s legs wrap around Nolan’s strong arms, her mouth opening when the tip of his hard cock presses against her wet pussy. “Oh, my god,” she says, her eyes on his when he enters her. A groan of pleasure releases from within her, encouraging Nolan to continue gently working his way in.
He hauls her even closer, beginning to stand with her legs in his arms.
Jun’s hands press on the mat, holding her steady as her head leaves the ground. She’s inverted, hand on the mat while pretty toes curl in the air.
Nolan does this hump-straddle-fuck motion with Jun in his strong arms, an inch worth of tease continuously fucking in and out of Jun as she labors to hold herself up.
A wave rushes through Jun, her thighs shuttering from Nolan continuously pressing his cock into just the right spot. “Oh, fuck,” she lets out. “Oh, fuck me.” Her eyes are closed and her mouth is wide open when Nolan picks up the pace, another inch pressing into her from a tight angle. “There!” she calls, muscles straining as her body shakes. Jun repeats the word yes a little higher-pitched each time before she tenses up. “Gonna cum, I’m gonna…”
And that’s it. Jun’s body shakes, almost convulsing as she feels Nolan ease her hips to the mat. From this angle, Nolan pushes himself deeper into Jun as she cums. Her pussy grips him, her head turned with almond eyes closed from the rush consuming her body.
“Jun, baby,” is all he can say as his cock tenses up, pulsing hot cum into her already soaked pussy. Nolan lets out a groaning grunt from the freedom of his release, watching Jun as she continues to be a mess of involuntary shutters on the mat.
She shakes one more time, a breath escaping as though it had been pent up during the entirety of their brief fuck.
Nolan leans in, cock securely in Jun, kissing her cheek and neck.
They’re breathing heavily. He kisses her cheek. “We have to get out of here. Like now.”
Jun laughs, causing Nolan to do the same. They’re a ridiculous sight on the mat right now.
They should be kicked out. Both of them.
