The sound of Sam's alarm pulled her from a deep sleep. Reaching slowly to turn it off, she looked around the empty room. Sergei was nowhere to be seen. She spent a few moments thinking about the incredible night they had just spent together. She still couldn't believe what they had discovered with each other.
Sitting up, the sheet fell to her waist and her hair tumbled around her shoulders. She was still there, yawning slightly, when Sergei appeared through the connecting door, already dressed in his gi pants and a t-shirt.
"Good morning! Now that is a sight to start your day to!" Sergei commented, referring to her disheveled and half-naked state.
Sam smiled at him, then pouted playfully.
"I see that you're already dressed. That's an unfortunate development."
Sergei smiled at her regretfully.
"I had to finish my discussion with Shihan Collins before the morning events started. I couldn't bring myself to have that conversation naked next to you. We saw how well that went yesterday."
Sam gave him a crooked grin in reply and licked her lips.
"Oh, I don't know about that. I thought it was quite the success."
Sergei flushed slightly at the memory of her mouth on him while he had attempted to continue that phone call the previous night. He had been completely unsuccessful.
He reached out to quickly stroke Sam's breast, pausing to tweak her nipple quickly. He was rewarded by hearing her breath catch in her throat. He could feel himself hardening again and had to groan and step back.
He was amazed at his own reaction. They had awoken twice during the night and found each other in the darkness again to wring more pleasure from each other's bodies. He was frankly astounded that he was capable of still more, and he was sure Sam would be feeling the effects of their passion in her muscles.
And yet, he still wanted her. Badly.
"You have quite the effect on my self control, Sam," he said.
"How am I going to manage the day without embarrassing myself and compromising you? God, what a temptress you are."
"Personally," Sam threw him a sultry look, "I'd jump at the compromising.
You're exceptionally talented at it," she winked and smiled at him as she jumped out of bed.
"Guess I'll just have to be patient."
Blowing him a kiss, she headed to the bathroom.
"I think I need a shower before being around people. I smell like sex!"
Sam shook out her hair as she walked away, swinging her hips. Sergei's response had her laughing.
"Aaaaaargh!," he groaned. "You're killing me here, Sam!"
But he was laughing at the same time. Damn, but this woman was fun.
"I'm ordering something from room service so we don't have to sit with a bunch of people at breakfast and try to behave. Any requests?"
"Use your imagination! Feed me whatever you like!," came her reply with a cheeky tone. Leaving the bathroom door open, she turned on the shower and stepped in.
Fifteen minutes later, Sam was finished her shower and back in the room to get dressed.
Sergei watched her through the connecting door as he set up their breakfast.
She gathered her clothes for the day's events and dressed quickly in her usual sports bra and white tank top, tossing her gi top and belt on the bed for later. Stepping into the white pants, she drew them up over her bare hips and Sergei was suddenly uncomfortably hard.
Somehow, having the knowledge in his head from their adventure on the road to the tournament that Sam didn't wear underwear was radically different from seeing her dress for karate. He could see her now, ready to face training, with nothing under her pants but smooth, soft, bare skin.
This might just kill him. If so, he'd die a happy, horny man.
They shared breakfast, grabbed their gear and headed to the opening events. Both were nervous about being together around others, but there was no putting it off any longer. Sergei turned to Sam.
"Why don't you take the first elevator down? You're always early getting everywhere. People will expect you to get there first. I'll be 2 minutes behind you and we won't look like we're arriving together."
"Good idea," she agreed.
"This is going to be interesting. I'll try my very best to behave."
Stepping into the empty elevator, she ran her hand across his fine ass as she passed him. Turning to face him, she tossed him a saucy wink and a smile before the doors closed.
Taking a deep breath, Sam tried to steady her heartbeat. How was she going to get through the day, acting like everything was the same as usual? Things couldn't possibly be more unusual Every time she looked at Sergei, all she could think about was how he tasted, how he felt inside her, how he made her body sing with pleasure.
She watched the numbers change as she descended to the lobby and marshalled her thoughts and her body. Discipline. That's what got her here in the first place, at the tournament. That's what would save her now.
Focus
, she thought.
Stepping into the lobby, Sam had only seconds before Julie spotted her.
"Sam! Over here!"
Julie was waving at her from a grouping of chairs in the lobby where a couple of the other members of their dojo were gathered. She quickly joined them and exchanged hellos all around. They were all such great people and she truly enjoyed training with all of them. Her smile was genuine for all of them, her nervousness momentarily forgotten.
"We didn't see you last night," Julie said. "When did you arrive?"
"I caught a ride with Sensei late afternoon," she said.
"We both had to work and couldn't leave early, so we carpooled. Took a bit longer than expected to get here because of the weather, but we made it."
Sam wanted the conversation on someone else. "Did anyone else get caught in the snow?"
