The Elegant Amazon

He watched Janie Ellison, dressed in a white summer dress, gym bag dangling over one shoulder, stride across the gym to the boxing ring.
Warren could not stop staring.
The dress, out of place in the gym, contrasted erotically with with Janie's dark brown skin. It was strapless, giving Warren, her scheduled opponent, a clear view of Janie's elegant throat and smooth, powerful shoulders. She was in bare feet.
Tossing the gym bag between the ropes, Janie hoisted herself into the ring, grinning at Warren. In one graceful movement, she retrieved her bag, went to the corner directly opposite Warren and removed her favorite pair of boxing gloves.
"Hi Warren!" she called to him softly, but clearly across the ring. "Help me with these!"
Warren went to Janie like iron fillings to a magnet - without a thought. Janie extended her hands, over which Warren pulled over the gloves.
"You're going to box dressed like that?" he asked while he tied up the strings.
"Of course not, cutie!"
Warren was smacked by another smile.
"I wouldn't wear this dress. Unzip the back,"
Warren saw himself clasping Janie in his arms, kissing her neck and shoulders, telling Janie how lovely she was. He pulled down the zipper down to her buttocks, wanting to see every bit of her exposed body. Oh God, please! Warren begged to himself.
Janie swerved to look Warren in the eyes. "Good job! Practice always pays off!"
She moved a few steps away and lightly shook her torso. The white dress fell to the canvas, circling her bare feet.  Janie stepped back to Warren and said, "See?!"
"The Elegant Amazon" was the nickname that had become attached to Janie at the Amazonia Boxing Club and Warren saw how perfectly it fit.
Her slender legs, at once muscular and feminine, pulled his eyes up her firm thighs and buttocks, which were clothed in tight boxing trunks. A flat midsection supported a pair of round breasts in a sports bra. Both her liquid brown eyes and purple-red lips smiled at Warren.
"Go put your gloves on!" the lips ordered gently. "I'm ready for the fight, are you?"
"Yeah!" Warren answered with a steadiness that impressed Janie.
She knew exactly how horny he was.
He pulled on his gloves, staring at the "V" formed by meeting of Janie's legs beneath the trunks. The automatic buzzer screeched the start of round one.
Janie and Warren came at each other instantly, fists up. Warren only glimpsed her right glove jerking forward and nothing.
He landed on the canvas loudly and on his back. Janie decided he was very handsome prone at her feet. Inside Warren's sleeping brain, a movie flickered on.
Janie was back in her white dress, resting her elbows on the top ropes of the ring, leaned back, watching Warren move toward her and effortlessly taking her in his arms, pulling her into a long kiss. Slowly, he moved his hands over Janie's legs, slipping a finger behind the waistband of her panties, that fluttered to the ground.

"Please, Warren!" she begged in his ear.

Warren woke abruptly, right where he had landed, but with Janie resting her head on his bare chest. "Hey handsome, miss me?"
"I...wha...?"
Janie fondled the growing erection stretching the front of his trunks.
As they drove to Warren's apartment, Janie wondered if she had a new boyfriend. By the next morning, she was certain.