"How old were you at your first?"
"Oh my god, you don't ask a woman something like that!" Linda elbowed him in the gut. It was flat and hard as a rock and she was probably more turned on by it than he was injured.
"Vut? I can always Google it." His accent wasn't all that thick but from time to time it would be noticeable. That turned her on too. If they hadn't just spent an hour fucking she would probably jump him again. Oh hell, who was she kidding, she was going to do him again as soon as she had rehydrated.
"Classy, Dieter. Very classy."
"Classy?" She would have to explain it to him. Sarcasm didn't translate well. They were watching her young teammate enjoying her first night post competition in the Olympic village.
"I was 17."
"She is younger, yes?"
"Yeah, I don't think she is 17 yet. Maybe. That would be very illegal at home."
"I'm not thinking hey worry so much about such things in Russia."
"No, I don't think they do." She tossed the blanket off of her and stretched her long lean muscular legs. Dieter took her thigh in his hand. His hand was strong and gripped her like a vice. It hurt, but in that good way." She shook him off. "I need water." She sprang up, her almost thirty-year-old body as lithe as it had ever been. The two boys were distracted from the young girl as she sauntered across the room to the small refrigerator. She liked that they still looked. She grabbed two bottles of water and one of the cookies off of the counter. They were not regular cookies. She didn't eat regular cookies. None of them did. Special cookies though, once you had been through your post award pee test they downed them like a chubby ten year old just home from fat camp. It had been an hour or so since she had eaten one so she thought it was about time. She brought one for the German Marksman. His event was done as well. He hadn't medaled, it was tough to medal over 30. She suspected her Bronze would be the last she would bring home.
She tossed the blanket off of him and straddled his hips. He was almost recovered. She was getting excited again.
The young girl behind her had finally let them get her top and shorts off. She was lightly moaning as their hands moved over her. She felt bad for the track athletes. They had all hit their bunks already. Their competitions wouldn't even start until Sunday. She was glad archery was over early in the games.
She pulled the German's mouth to her breasts. She was proud to have a chest, not many athletes at this level had one. He took her nipple into her mouth and as the young woman's moans grew louder she felt him swell between her legs. She rocked her hips, rubbing her sex over his erection until he was ready. She arched her back in a fairly impressive yoga maneuver and snatched a condom from the pile on the table behind her. She wrapped his member and as two Iranians pressed themselves into a corner to watch she slipped Dieter inside of her. There was really no room for modesty in the Olympic village and again, she liked that they liked watching. She was putting on quite a show when the Iranian coach wandered through to collect his wayward athletes. "Slut" she heard one of them mutter as they left the room and she smiled. Women in Iran couldn't even attend a sporting event. Fuck those backward assholes. They wished they could enjoy a woman like her.
She had to send Dieter away before retiring to her bunk. She shared her dorm with another American from the archery team. Sissy as she was called was now married with two children and had taken to scowling at her when she stumbled in wrapped in a towel. She took pleasure in strutting around the room nude. The two Canadians that were also sharing the small dorm didn't mind. She thought she had caught the brunette looking. She thought by the end of the week she might try to find out if there was something behind that look. She wasn't a lesbian but if she was a little high she didn't mind it. She liked the feel of a woman's body. Yeah, she thought, she would probably bang the Canadian.
The next morning she pulled on a sports bra and shorts. She liked that pot didn't give you a hangover. She tossed her credentials around her neck and speed walked across the village to the cafeteria where she grabbed a couple protein bars and water. It was an odd mix of people. There was a camaraderie between the athletes and those from the West mixed and mingled as if there were no borders, at least when they weren't competing. The Asians, they were very serious. Some of them might party a little when their events were over but for the most part they stuck to their training regimens and were strictly guarded by over protective coaches. The Chinese had their own dining facilities and boarding rooms. She knew it wasn't to keep them from partying; she had been to Sochi and knew the Chinese could get their freak on with the best of them. They kept them in prison to keep them from slipping away in the night. She thought it was sad.
A Brazilian soccer player had been eyeing her for a couple of days. He was still competing so he wasn't going to be joining her in cookies but he didn't have a game that day. She told him she was going running and he said he needed to run himself and thought he would join her.
They ran five miles together before she was done. She reclined on the grass in watching him circle for another hour before collapsing beside her. "Do you have anything left?" she teased him. He assured her in Brazil they always had something left, especially for a tall blonde American woman. She asked him how old he was and lied shaving off a good eight years to say she was the same age. He took her back to his bunk where despite her protests he chased off his naked bunkmate. He did indeed have some energy conserved and hot and sweaty they rutted in the small bunk until she had exhausted him. He told her to wait, he would be ready again soon and she considered it briefly before kissing him a last time, slapping his ass, and jogging off. She wanted to try to catch the Basketball.
