I understood that I was getting turned on and my nipples were already standing under the Olympian , but I could not do anything .

I looked into his sparkling blue eyes . Olaf said something. I , like a complete fool , did not understand anything , but smiled at him in response and could not control my gaze , which nervously slid down to him on the hook rising under the thin fabric of sweatpants .

The three of them freely took hands , touched Yulia and Dasha . They stood so close that the priests of our one and a half meter girls touched their legs from time to time .

The Scandinavians were not intrusive , like some Caucasians , rather the opposite . They were emphatically small talk on distant topics like food in China and the design of the bus in which we were taken to the competitions , but there was so much sex in them …

Powerful , stately , contact , rich , and we are in front of them – half-mute, flat-chested, small fools .

I decided to say at least something smart , but blurted out only stupid :

– Ours will overtake you.

Olaf and his friends instantly neighed .

– Let's bet !? If we overtake the guys from your country , then in the evening you will come to our party!

I tried to laugh it off , but the girls smiled like whores and said “yes yes yes” .

And Johannes raised his hand for us all to give him five to confirm the bet .

Yulia and Dasha immediately slapped him on the huge hand.

I also did this and immediately felt Johannes quietly, barely perceptibly, hug my palm with his giant five . It was so…hot . My chest was already heaving like a wheel , and it was like an electric shock.

The guys left. Discussing something already in Norwegian . It was completely impossible to understand . We exchanged glances with the girls, hardly tearing our eyes away from their huge pumped up stone asses moving away .

We went to eat in the dining room looking forward to a delicious Olympic breakfast and a savory discussion of these guys .

Giggling , we swallowed freshly squeezed orange juices , looking at the unreal Poles of Canadian bobsledders .

Julia ate a fat omelet with tomatoes and tortured me .

– Have you already given Zhenya in the ass ?

Her accentuated casual tone betrayed in her yesterday's teenage girl who has not yet tried it herself , but loves to talk about it .

The devil pulled my tongue to tell them that I tried to smell myself with my finger .

Even to Zhenya , her boyfriend and dance partner , she hasn’t told anything like that yet , but … Oh, these women’s gossip .

– I promised him. If we win the gold , then he can take my anal virginity that same evening.

Dasha already leaned over in surprise to me. She widened her eyes and dropped a lettuce leaf from her anorexic mouth .

– You are such a whore, – Dasha said proudly for me , who in our entire team was known as the most inveterate nun . She hasn't had a boyfriend yet . Once, at a training camp in Switzerland, she tried to suck one Belarusian short track player , but she vomited and nothing came of it .

In principle, Dasha's attempts to lose her virginity with at least someone have become our intra-team meme , so she loved to discuss the intimate details of their romantic adventures with her friends .

– To be honest , I already want to. The truth is not sure that I want this with Zhenya .

– Is he small ?

I showed on my fingers the size of my wife's penis . Dasha smacked her lips, and Yulia raised her eyebrow approvingly and moved her head like "acceptable" .

– Well, that's not the point . He doesn't turn me on anymore . Especially after he dropped me in the semi-finals in Tokyo .