Though her top half was encased in a white and burgundy team tracksuit her bottom half was in a small glittering skating skirt and what I assumed was a pink leotard. Though she was wearing tights under the outfit the contours of her pussy were clearly visible as she waggled her foot at me.
I was still dumbstruck as she spoke again.
“I fell, it happens. I cannot skate, I cannot land the jumps, so I am bored. Sport does not interest me.” She removed her leg and leaned across, “But Mister Billy you interest me.” It was a whisper in my ear.
I was about to put her right, tell her that actually my name is Will, when her far hand reached across, landing at the top of my thigh. My heart suddenly beat faster, I could feel my cock thicken.
“Mister Billy the Bullet, when I’m bored,” she squeezed my inner thigh, then whispered very slowly directly into my ear “when I’m bored, I like to fuck.” As she said this last word her tongue darted out to slowly lick my earlobe.
“Fuck!” I exhaled, though I didn’t realise I had been holding my breath.
“Yes fuck” she giggled, “you are handsome, you are famous, I am bored. We will fuck.” Clearly this was a woman who knew what she wanted.
Her hand was still on my thigh and I could feel her warm breath against my neck as I tried to gather my thoughts. I began to stammer out a response.
“Now, um Stasya,” the name sounded strange in my mouth “that’s a very kind offer,” I was thinking hard as the words croaked out “I’m flattered, yes, um yes I really am.” I looked her in the eye as she squeezed my thigh once more while provocatively biting her pretty bottom lip, looking up through her eyelashes at me.
“But you see, the thing is…the thing is ah, Stasya, um, I have to rest, recover you see, before my event.”
I was tempted of course; she was quite stunning and clearly knew exactly what she wanted. But I had a chance and didn’t want to blow it just for a quicky with a stranger, albeit a very lovely stranger.
She looked at me, straight in the eye.
“You don’t like me?” she pouted, making her seem even more sultry.
“Or you don’t like girls?” As she asked that question the hand on my thigh slid across and very firmly gripped my swollen cock. She looked at me again and laughed.
“Oh yes, you like girls I think!” She gripped me a little harder and a little more blood rushed into my growing member. “I think Mister Billy the Bullet you have, how you say it in English…a stiffy!!” and she laughed, flashing a truly delightful smile as my cock grew to a throbbing erection in her hand.
“I think Mister Billy, this stiffy would fit very nicely in my tight pussy.” She was still squeezing. “If you are worried about rest, I will do the work. You like that?” She asked as she traced the head of my aching cock with her thumb. “You think they give us all those condoms as souvenir? No, they have to be used!”
It was true at every Games the organisers handed out thousands of boxes of condoms, they knew exactly what hundreds of young fit athletes were liable to get up to.
Stasya leaned into my ear again.
“And now” she purred in my ear “you come to my room, and I will bring you much pleasure,” she paused and squeezed again “or you lose the chance forever and I find a nice big Dutchman.” She looked around, “like that one over there.” Pointing out a tall muscular speed skater.
Standing and stretching, Stasya revealed the full glory of her shapely legs. She performed a pirouette on her good foot, making her little skirt flare so I glimpsed her pert little bum encased in pink before facing me again.
“The choice is yours Mister Billy.” She smiled, turned and started to sashay away, her little skirt skimming her perfect butt cheeks.
A hundred thoughts went rapidly through my addled mind. I was hard, she was gorgeous, but I needed to rest before training again. But she said she’d do the work. But I could get on the podium. Yes, but did you see her arse. I haven’t had sex in months. I need to visualise the track.
But in fact, all I could visualise was her sweet cunt sliding down my cock. And then when I saw the Dutch speed skater start to watch her walk, and she flashed him a smile, I knew there was only one decision.
I called after her trying not to be too loud in the echoing canteen, but wanting her to hear.
“Oh Stasya.” I coughed, sounding a little desperate. She stopped and turned, staring directly at my crotch.
“Yes, Mister Billy the Bullet, do you have something for me?”
I stood slightly uncomfortably, my erection forced down the side of my team track pants.
“I think I do” I replied, “I think I can help with your boredom.”
She practically squealed.
“Oh Billy, I will make you so happy.” With that she walked back towards me, looked me in the eye, then wrapped her arms around my waist, curled her bad leg round both of mine and planted a hard kiss directly on my lips. I could feel her groin pressing into my own, as her fingers went into my hair and her firm breasts squashed against my chest.
“Come then,” she hissed, a long stroke of her tongue gliding up my neck. “Already I am wet, my pussy it aches, come fuck me.”
I was led, feeling slightly bewildered, out of the canteen. It felt as though the whole place was watching us, especially that speed skater. Then before I could draw breath we were across the campus and in a lift. Which was when she kissed me properly with a warm tongue deep in my mouth and a hand somehow slipped into my pants.
“I think you like to kiss?” she exclaimed as her hand wrapped around my straining tool. “You are so hard, I will do, how do you say in English?” she mused out loud, “Oh I know, I do blow job yes? I suck your cock.”
“No, no, no” I nearly shouted, “not here, not in the lift. What if we’re caught?”
“Who will catch us?” she slid her hand up and down my shaft. I was now of course completely hers.
“Just wait, please wait until the room” I pleaded as Stasya swirled a drop of pre-cum around my swollen head.
She pouted up at me, “Oh the big brave hero, is scared. I was thinking maybe you liked a little danger. We are nearly at my floor anyway. So you are lucky. But I think now you owe me.” Her smile this time was sly and I wondered exactly what it was she had in mind.
Within a few moments the doors slid open, revealing two attractive young women in similar tracksuits to Stasya’s, waiting for the lift. Stasya, with no rush ostentatiously withdrew her hand from my pants and delicately licked her fingers. I could only blush as the women exchanged a few words with her in a language I couldn’t follow while looking pointedly at us as we escaped the lift.
“You know them?” I whispered as we made our way along the corridor.
“My house mates,” she laughed “but do not worry they are not injured so are on their way to compete. We have apartment to ourselves.” Then she stopped and looked at me with a broad grin. “They are nice girls, maybe you fuck them too.”
I was a little shocked and must have shown it.
“Remember, Mister Billy, they have condoms too!!”
Then before I knew what was happening, I was inside her apartment and my track pants were being wrenched down. In moments, there just inside the doorway she was kneeling on the floor holding my rigid cock in a hand and darting her tongue out to lap around the head.