The Sock Challenge

 The Sock Challenge

It was a warm summer day in the park while Jamie sat eating her lunch on her favorite park bench. Jamie works as a secretary for Jacklen and
Smith. Its a prestige law firm located downtown in the towering west bank building. Every day on her lunch hour Jamie can be found sitting at
the same park bench catching looks from the business men that pass by. She a short 23 year old beautiful brunette with deep blue eyes, 5' 2"
and weighs just over 100 pounds. She always wears short skirts and dresses that shows off her perfect legs, the kind that get attention from
the men. Along with her apparel she always wears these white ankle socks, the ones with the frilly lace around the ankles. With high heels and
nylons the men can't help but catch a good look. She learned that these little ankle socks can get a lot of attention. While sitting on the bench
she crosses her legs and uses these ankle socks to flirt with the guys. Swinging her foot back and forth and an occasional dangling of the high
heel shoe gets her noticed. One day Jamie happen to noticed this girl sitting on the park bench across from her. It dawned on her that she had
seen her sitting there just about every day for the past couple of weeks. What Jamie didn't know was that this girl was on to Jamie's little game
of catching all the attention. Her name was Chelsea. A gorgeous brunette with dark green eyes. Short like Jamie and with a body to die for. She
was also a secretary for a law firm. Mc Daniel's and Peterson's a rival of Jacklen and Smith. Chelsea had been watching Jamie for sometime now.
She was getting a little aggravated by Jamie's little game she was playing. One day she attempted to scare off Jamie. She showed up in the park
wearing a short summer dress, beige nylons, and a pair of white frilly lace ankle socks with high heels. During her lunch hour she sat on the
bench opposite from where Jamie usually sits. It wasn't till about 10 minute after her arrival that she spotted Jamie approaching. Sitting down at
her usual bench Jamie went about her business, eating her lunch and of coarse flirting with the men showing off her lace ankle socks. Chelsea
waited patiently for Jamie to look over in her direction. Quite some time passed by before Jamie eventually looked over to see Chelsea. Their
eyes met. When Jamie saw what Chelsea was wearing on her feet a straight pale look came across her face. Chelsea had her right leg crossed
over her left and was swinging her foot out in Jamie's direction. Giving it a little teasing twirl in an attempt to frustrate her. It must have worked
because cutting her lunch break short, Jamie gathered her things and left the park. Back at the office, Jamie grew angry at the thought of what
happened back in the park. "How dare that bitch copy me!!!" She thought to herself. She tried not to let it bother her as she finished up the day
at work. The following day Jamie dressed in her usual Friday outfit. A bright red silk blouse, short black pleated skirt, black nylon stockings,
black high heel pumps, and of course white ankle socks, but this time instead of white lace around the ankles it was red lace. She was
determined not to let Chelsea scare her off today. Meanwhile Chelsea had chosen an outfit that was surely to compete with Jamie's. Not being
sure if she had scared Jamie off completely and since she had been watching her for some time she knew exactly what to wear this Friday.
Outfitted in a purple silk blouse, short black pleated skirt, black nylons, high heel pumps, and a pair of white ankle socks with frilly purple lace
around the ankles. When the lunch hour came Jamie was the first to show up. Sitting in her usual spot she waited to see if Chelsea was going
to show up. With in a few minutes Chelsea strolled up and took her seat at the other park bench. Right from the start the two women glared at
one another. Jamie swung her foot out and gave it a twirl, directing it at Chelsea. Though out the lunch hour the two girls traded evil looks and
exchange little foot twirls at one another. Approaching the end of the hour Jamie fumbled through her purse. Pulling out one of her business
card and a pen she wrote on the back "Meet me at 5:30 in the conference room West Bank Building room 1820." Casually walking over to
Chelsea, she handed her the card making sure to give her the best evil bitch look she could come up with. Chelsea took the card from Jamie's
hand and read the front of it. Jacklen and Smith, Jamie Clause, Secretary. Before Chelsea could look up, Jamie had already turned and was
walking away. Surprised that Jamie work for a rival law firm and even more surprising that it was a law firm in the same building her employer
was located, just two floors up. Turning the card over she read what Jamie had wrote. She knew that this could only mean one thing. She
wanted to fight!
Neither Jamie or Chelsea knew exactly what they were getting themselves into. But Neither of them was going to back down to the other. Both
feeling the anxiety of what to expect, the day dragged on with mixed thoughts of anger and fear. With 5:00 o'clock came around Jamie decided
to freshen up in the lady's room. Brushing out her long hair that fell past the middle of her back. She unbuttoned the top two buttons from her
blouse to show off the curves of her large firm breasts. She figured this was a threatening statement. Finishing up with a even coat of deep red
lip stick on her plump lips. At the same time Chelsea was busy with her primping. Long dark hair that promised to tangle with Jamie's if serious
confrontation was needed. Her hard ample breasts that stood out threatening even the most firm bodied female. Strong lean legs and hard tight
abs that could be call upon if close range contact came into play. With a smooth application of passion red lipstick she was ready for anything.
Jamie was the first to arrive in the conference room. She pulled a chair out from the large table. Taking a seat she propped her feet up on the
table and crossed her ankles while waiting on Chelsea. Within minutes the door open and in walk a stunning Chelsea. Walking over to Jamie
she handed her one of her business cards. Jamie read the bold print. Law Offices of Mc Daniel's and Peterson's, Chelsea Smith, Secretary.
"Well I guess I now know why I feel so much rivalry." Said Jamie.

"So what's this meeting all about." Said Chelsea.

"Its about you being a copy cat." Replied Jamie.

Chelsea pulled the chair out on the left next to Jamie and took a seat. She immediately propped her feet up on the table assuming the same
position as Jamie. Since the two girls were angled towards one another their black high heel pumps were close together. In fact the sole of
Jamie's right high heel pump faced off with the sole of Chelsea's left high heel pump.

" What's the matter, can't handle the competition." Said Chelsea.

"Well maybe we need to just settle this competition." Said Jamie.

"Just how do you suppose we do that?" Asked Chelsea

Chelsea started arching her left foot back and forth causing the heel of her shoe to slide off and on. A couple of times the heel of her shoe
struck the heel of Jamie's shoe. Jamie immediately became annoyed with this.

"Well you can stay out of the park or we can fight!!!" Said Jamie.

Jamie moved her right foot forward connecting sole to sole with Chelsea's foot and shoved her foot back.

" Well," There was a slight pause from Chelsea as she brought her foot back up against Jamie's. She lined the heel of her shoe up with the heel
of Jamie's. A perfect match toe to toe, heel to heel.

"I think were going to have to fight" said Chelsea.

She started pumping her foot into Jamie's. Being annoyed with this Jamie pushed back. For a moment two perfectly matched black high heel
pumps with lace ankle socks pressed together sole to sole. Then suddenly Jamie pulled her feet off the table and stood up with an angry look
on her face. "Look I didn't get you here to play footsie with me. You either stay out of the park or lets have it out right now!" Demanded Jamie.
Chelsea stood up and faced Jamie. "I guess your worried having someone else prancing around in these little white ankle socks and getting all
the attention." Chelsea moved forward. "Your the one that should be worried." Said Jamie. She stepped up closing the gap between them.
Standing toe to toe and chest to chest the silk fabric of their blouse's brushed against one another with a light feminine contact. A moment of
silence as the two women glared into each others eyes. Hands on their hip with full breasts thrusting out to threaten one another. Jamie
reached up with both hands and latched onto Chelsea's hair. Chelsea retaliated by latching on to Jamie's hair. Getting right into each others
faces, deep blue eyes glared into dark green eyes and dark green eyes returning the glare, never parting. Eye brows twisted inward with
grimace appearances on each others faces. They started pulling on each others tresses. Jerking back and forth they slowly stumbled around
the room. The swishing and whispering sounds of nylon thighs and silken blouses rubbing together could be heard over their gasping and
grunting. Crashing against the wall they released their grips only to engage in a full dueling bear hug. Squeezing one another tight, they could
feel each others hard firm bodies. Each thrusting her chest into the other's. Both trying on overwhelmed her opponents breasts with her own
breasts. Staggering across the room Chelsea lost one of her shoe just before they tripped and fell into one of the chairs surrounding the
conference room table. The chair flipped over and they hit the carpeted floor hard. Separating they sat up on the floor facing one another. "You
want footsie fight, do you? Lets just see how good you are, why don't you put your feet up against mine and we'll make them fight!" Said Jamie
and she kicked off her high heels. Chelsea responded and kicked off her other shoe. With their legs straight out in front of themselves the
bottoms of their feet faced one another, still a good distance apart. "Just for the record, what size shoes do you wear?" asked Chelsea. Size 5
1/2. What about you?" Jamie asked in return. "5 1/2." Now knowing of their mutual shoe size, nothing more was needed to be said and they
slammed together sole to sole. They lined their feet up toe to toe and heel to heel. Their perfectly shaped toes outlined together in their white
ankle socks as the warm, damp, soft cotton pressed together. Holding them together, their was a long moment of comparison. It was the perfect
match. With their hands flat on the floor at their sides. Chelsea pressed forward. Jamie met this challenge and pressed back. Soon the two girls
were pressing the bottoms of their feet together at full strength. Each one trying to push the other one back. An equal battle right down the
line. After a few minutes and neither girl gaining an advantage, Chelsea started swiping the bottoms of her feet across the bottoms of Jamie's.
Jamie caught on to this and the two started in on a kind of rubbing feet battle. Both girls arguing about who was winning and about who's
socks were better.. Saying things like, "My socks are erasing your socks" and "My socks are eating your socks." This sock grinding fight
went on for several minutes. Their socks moist from being in their shoes all day seemed to remain damp from this intimate struggle as the light
scent from their socks rubbed off on one another. This sock smearing fight went on for quite some time when Chelsea started to take the
advantage. Pushing and grinding Jamie's feet back, slightly overpowering her efforts. Jamie desperately tried to hold off Chelsea, but before
being completely beaten, she quickly moved forward and reached out for Chelsea with her nylon clad legs. "Come here bitch, I want to fuck
you up!!" Chelsea had no choice but to respond and defend herself. So the two girls nylon clad legs tangled together. Somehow the calves of
their legs locked and they were able to pull themselves up far enough to latch on to each others forearms. Completely off balance they both fell
over onto their sides, face to face. Their legs fought for position until settling into a tightly entwined nylon pretzel. With arms wrapped around
each other they rolled back and forth across the floor together. Rolling into several chairs that lined the conference room table they became all
tangled up and broke apart. Immediately the two girls stood up facing each other. They rushed together with claws whaling. Each got a good
hold on each others blouses and before long had the front of them ripped wide open. Jamie was thrusting out her chest sporting a red lace bra.
Chelsea's protruding breasts were wrapped in a purple lace bra. There was some comparison going on between the two as they locked hands.
A mutual urge to crush each others breast came upon them. Now standing together tit-to-tit. Red and purple lace bras rubbed and pressed
against one another. Chelsea reached down pulling and yanking away at Jamie's skirt until it ripped from her hips. A red garter belt and red
panties were exposed. In retaliation Jamie managed to rip apart Chelsea's skirt leaving her in a purple garter belt and purple panties. Now body
to body in a dueling bear hug , the two women crushed themselves together. Red and purple panties started to grind together when pubic
bone contact was made.

"Lets take off our bras and panties. I want to take you on woman to woman." Said Jamie

"I'll take you on tit-to-tit and pussy-to-pussy." Replied Chelsea.

After the removal of bras and panties the to stood facing one another, each one examining and comparing herself to her rival.

"Lets make this a garter belt sexfight. That is if you not to afraid of locking up body to body with me." suggested Chelsea.

"I'll strap up with you any day." Replied Jamie.

Each women unhooked the front straps of her own garter belt from the tops of her stockings. Standing face to face and glaring into each others
eyes they stepped forward and casually reached for each others front garter straps. Taking a firm grip the two women pulled on the straps,
causing the front of their bodies to slap together. Naked breasts smashed against naked breasts.
Now fastening their opponents front garter belt straps to the tops of their nylon stockings, they tightened them up as much as possible. Their
hips and pelvis's interlocked and dark pubic hair began to mingle. The two reached around each others waists and began to squeeze one
another tight. Their sexy legs entwining from lacy ankle socks to the lace tops of their stockings. Thrusting forward, wet juicy cunt met wet
juicy cunt in a sloppy fuck kiss. Eyes lock in an angry glare. Jamie moved in and forced her mouth onto Chelsea's. Chelsea responded with an
open mouth and a twisting tongue.

Now clamped together the two women began the fight with the inter exchanging of their juices. Two tightly fused cunts pulsating and pumping
a steady stream of merging liquids. Mouths opened wide pressing together as the lip stick they were wearing formed a gasket, sealing in a
tongue twirling mixture of spit and saliva. Full equal breasts mashed violently together and legs entwined so tight you could hear their nylon
stockings straining against one another. When the two women's clits made contact, both fighting bodies shook and trembled in a mutual
exploding orgasm. Hot liquid blasted back and forth between the two tightly sealed cunts. The two became one for a short period time. Once
the two had spent all their energy they fell apart and collapsed to the floor. They would fight again another day

The End