Striking Gold

Waking up in someone else’s room is always a little disorientating, especially when you have very little recollection of how you got there. The confusion is confounded when you have a head that feels that someone has dropped a very heavy anvil on it from a height of about ten metres. When I started to regain some semblance of consciousness this morning, I found myself snuggled under an extremely warm and comfortable duvet, alone. However, the duvet had the pleasant smell of what I now know to be Marc Jacob’s perfume, so I could rest safe in the knowledge that I had spent the previous night with a young woman of good taste.

My slumber had been roused by a loud knock at the door, followed then by the excited voices of what I guessed was two women, sharing a few thoughts as to why the occupant of the room wasn’t coming to the door. Something about deserving a lie in, once in a lifetime achievements and taking a day off. As they were leaving, I heard a succession of smaller bangs and rustling, like papers being pushed through through the letter box and then piling up on top of each other. The whole episode added to my state of confusion so I pulled the pillow over my head and tried to go back to sleep. I couldn’t, despite my best efforts.

After a few minutes of psyching myself up to get out of the bed I finally sucked a big breath of air in and started to move. My body ached and so did my head. Slipping out from under the duvet, I initially looked for something to put around myself to protect my modesty. However, as nothing obvious made itself available, I thought I could get away without it as I was alone. On the bedside table I noticed a scrawled handwritten note. which simply said, back at nine. Fortunately, as if the person who had written the note understood the kind of confusion I would be experiencing when I came round, they had placed it right next to the alarm clock. It read 08.50. So, ten minutes until the mystery person who I had been with last night returned. I had a lot to remember. As I scanned the room that I was in, I started to recollect what had happened last night and who I had spent it with.

Leaving the bedroom, I sat myself down on the large chair that was located in the main room of the suite I was in. The memories were now starting to flood back as I replayed in my head what I could remember happening a few hours earlier.

I remember I had finished my last shift driving the athletes two and from venues at around one in the morning, and remembered picking a young woman, about twenty years old and in the British team from the press centre. There were quite a few press photographers taking pictures of her as one of the team helpers loaded her two big kit bags into the car. I knew she was a little different from the other athletes I had been ferrying around in the official cars, as despite they guy who had been loading her bags opening one of the back doors of the car for her to get in, she declined and jumped into the passenger seat. ‘Hi,’ she had said cheerily as she closed the door and pulled the seat belt across her standard issue team t-shirt. ‘You don’t mind if I sit here?’

Taken a little by surprise, and remembering my training which said only talk when spoken to unless absolutely essential, I couldn’t help response that came out. ‘Well, actually. If I said yes, would you get in the back anyway?’ I had a grin on my face as I said it and the young woman responded with the same.

‘Thank god. At last, I’ve met someone here who isn’t a robot. I’m Charlie, she said, and you are?’

I pointed to my ID card located on the back of the windscreen with a smile. Driver three-six-eight. ‘Call me three for short,’ I responded again with a grin.

‘Nice to meet you three. I’m in the main block of the athletes village in one of the suites, think you can get me back there?’ she asked playfully.

‘I’m going to try. My GPS is loaded up, I’m ready to go and it’s about a ten minute drive at this time of night.’

As we drove back, I could remember that I broke all protocol by chatting quite freely with my athlete. Charlie seemed really happy with it. She was engaging and really interesting. Unusually, she was interested in knowing more about me rather than telling me about how awesome she was. When I told her I was about to start my final year in university and that I was reading Philosophy, she massaged my ego a bit by telling me how smart I must be.

I remember realising that I had been going on a little, so thought I would ask Charlie what sort of day she had had. She had looked a little confused and surprised when I had asked her, but more than happy to chat. ‘It’s been pretty good. I am knackered now though. I had a race early morning, and then one later this evening. I then spent some time with my mum and dad before doing some press work. I also had to spend an hour waiting to be able to piss in a bottle. Now, this is my me time!’ Charlie chuckled to herself. After a few seconds of silence, she half asked, half stated, ‘You really aren’t into sport at all are you?’

Looking at her, wondering if she was disappointed, I responded simply, ‘Not really, sorry’.

‘Don’t be sorry,’ Charlie said with what was becoming a very familiar grin. ‘It’s actually really nice to meet people who aren’t. Most people I meet want to talk about sport, training, winning and losing and all that.’

‘Glad to be of service then,’ I smiled and continued, ‘and I am not just being polite, I have really enjoyed chatting with you. I haven’t got a clue who you are or what you do though!’

‘That’s no problem at all,’ Charlie said.

So I had spent the night with one of the athletes that I was supposed to driving around. Surely that would get me the sack. ‘Shit’, I thought to myself. Getting up and walking into to the kitchen area of the suite I desperately needed a drink. I needed coffee. Filling the kettle with water and flicking the switch to turn it on, I rummaged in a cupboard and found some instant coffee quite quickly. Heaping a teaspoon full of granules and dumping it into the Olympic logo mug that I found, I noticed the three empty champagne bottles sat next to the sink. No wonder my head hurt. However, seeing them jogged my memory more.

I recalled, as we had reached the main car park, I knew I had to get out and leave the car so it could be picked up by a driver in the morning. So as we pulled into one of the designated car parking spots I turned the lights down and engine off. I explained to Charlie that I had to leave the car and that I would get a bus to my place. Seeing her struggle to try to arrange some way in which she could carry the two large bags she had to take in with her, I again broke protocol, and asked if I could give her a hand and carry them to where she was going.

‘I would love some help thank you,’ Charlie responded. ‘My suite is just through the reception. The concierge is a real conceited bastard so I would really appreciate not having to bother with him.’

‘No worries,’ I said as I grabbed the bigger bag. It was really heavy and it caught me by surprise but I did my best not to show it. Mental note, maybe an occasional visit to the gym would be useful.

As we walked through reception, the concierge was nowhere to be seen, but the night receptionist was warm and enthusiastic with her welcome. She had obviously spoken with Charlie before and in a loud whisper shouted ‘well done chick.’

‘Thank you’, Charlie responded with a big smile. ‘I’m working on that number for you, I’ll have it tomorrow I hope.’

‘Seriously, you chased it up today? Oh my god thank you!’

Turning to see me half dragging and half carrying the large bag, Charlie beckoned to me, ‘this way.’

As we reached Charlie’s suite, Charlie opened the door and took the two bags in while I waited outside the door. As she came out, although she still looked happy, there was a slight coyness in her body language. After a second or two she spoke gently and quietly, as if not wanting anyone else in the area to hear. ‘Listen, I’m wired at the moment and wide awake. Do you want to come in for a drink? I have a bottle or two in the fridge. I understand if not of course’.

‘I’m sure I’ll get in trouble if I do, but fuck it, why not, as long as it won’t get you any grief from your coaches?’ I enquired.

‘Nah. My events have finished now and at the moment and I can pretty much do whatever I want!’ Charlie had obviously had a good day.

I followed Charlie into the suite and took my shoes off as she had done by the door. The suite was nice, with a good living space, a decent sized kitchen, a bedroom and bathroom. ‘Nice place,’ I said as I sat down on the large chair in the living room.

‘It’s OK yes,’ she paused, then returned from the kitchen area with a bottle of champagne and two tumbler glasses. ‘Sorry, I haven’t got any proper champagne flutes’, these will have to do.’

‘No problem. Thats cool. Its like drinking student style, but not with the champagne obviously!’ I told her.

From what I remember, we spent the next couple of hours chatting about all sorts of things and drinking champagne. The time flew. Charlie really surprised me as she was highly intelligent and knew a lot about philosophy and ethics, something she said she had studied in her Sports Science degree. She had graduated with a first last summer. I had thought the jocks just ran around and got sweaty. However, I was being proved very wrong, by a young woman who I was becoming increasingly captivated by.

Checking the clock, I noticed it was past 03.00am and between us we had finished three full bottles of champagne. ‘Listen Charlie, I have absolutely no idea where I am and that I won’t be kipping on your sofa so I need to get myself a cab.’ I said, as I tried to get myself off the chair I was sat in.

‘Shit, yes. I have a light seven o’clock gym session in the morning too.’

‘Wait, you mean there are two seven o’clocks in a day?’ I asked her, grinning and knowing that she probably trained earlier than that everyday.

Charlie smiled and simply said, ‘Your funny, its nice to chat to such a down to earth guy.’ After a few seconds thoughts she continued, ‘OK, I have a list of useful numbers in my bedroom, let me see if I can find one for a taxi.’, As she got up from the sofa and walked, well, wobbled towards her room and through the door. It closed behind her and I could hear her rustling around looking for the numbers. I still hadn’t realised who Charlie was. I guessed she was pretty well known, as she was at the press centre late and there were photographers hanging around to capture some pictures of her. I also couldn’t image an average athlete got to stay in such a nice suite.

After about a minute of waiting, I heard Charlie’s voice through the door as she made her way back. ‘OK, I have got a couple of numbers you can try if you want, but ..’, she opened her door and stepped out completely naked. ‘But, I would actually really like it if you stayed with me.’

As we had sat chatting, philosophising, sharing ideas and stories, I was obviously aware that Charlie was an attractive young woman. She had the figure of a world class athlete, and although I wasn’t interested in the slightest in sporty women, I was attracted to her. Interestingly, it was her mind and outlook to life that had really turned me on. I had been surprised that one of the athletes could actually be so deep and intellectually astute. However, as she stood in front of me naked, the impulse at the moment was purely physical.

‘So, do you like what you see? According to at least two leading newspapers in the last three months, I was looking fat? What do you think?’ Charlie asked, with a glint in her eye and serious, but inquisitive smile.

‘Are you serious. You look unbelievable.’ I responded quite shyly. This was a situation I had never really been in before. I was quite experienced with girls, but to have such an attractive woman offer herself to me like this was a first. Charlie was at a guess about five feet ten inches barefoot with long, dark brown wavy hair. She had a golden glow to her skin all over and in fairness, I couldn’t see an ounce of excess fat on her. Her mucsles were clearly defined but still very feminine, and her breasts were small but perfectly formed. Although dark haired, she was trimmed tidily below.

‘Join me then.’ Charlie smiled as she turned and walked towards her bed. I could just about make her out getting in. She pulled the covers up and covered herself innocently.

‘OK,’ I responded as I followed her into the room, starting to take off my standard issue olympic drivers t-shirt and not sound desperately enthusiastic. Suddenly, I became very self conscious. ‘Listen, I hope your not expecting some athletic beefcake Charlie. I haven’t played any sport since my last PE lesson in school.’

‘Don’t be silly.’ Charlie laughed. ‘I get offers from guys like that all the time, and this hotel is full of them. I’m not interested. It’s brains not brawn that turns me on, and believe me, talking to you has turned me on so much. Now hurry up.’

Reassured, and actually feeling really confident, I removed the rest of my clothes. My scrawny frame was fully exposed and I was rock hard. As I stood next to the bed, about to jump under the covers, Charlie, who because she was lying down was at the same level as my waist, gently stretched out her hand and started to gently tease my balls with her fingers as she adjusted her position so she could tease my cock with her tongue.

After a few minutes of teasing, sensing that I hadn’t said much, Charlie paused for a second and asked ‘Is that OK?’

I responded in the positive, sensing that she wanted some reassurance. ‘Yes. Oh yes. You do it well’.

Charlie continued for a little longer, and the intensity increased. I wasn’t just being polite, she was giving me the most amazing sucking I had ever had, and if she carried on much longer, it would probably be over. Sensing this, I gently pulled myself away from her, and climbed into the bed, positioning myself over her.

Gently, kissing her lips, I whispered into Charlie’s ear what I was about to do to her. ‘I am going to start by teasing your neck, and shoulders with my tongue before teasing your breasts and nipples. Then, I am going to move slowly down that amazing torso before teasing your clitoris until you can’t hold yourself back anymore.’

As I moved my tongue down from Charlie’s ear, over her neck and shoulder her body felt amazing. Her skin was soft, and the muscles were toned, firmer than any girl I had ever experienced before. She was wearing Marc Jacobs, which was now one of my favorite scents. As I moved my way down towards her breasts, she was breathing deeply and the movements of her chest was very defined. Although her boobs were quite small, they were perfectly shaped, and still looked exactly the same on her back. Her nipples, again relatively small, were very hard and from the moans she made as I teased my tongue around them, equally sensitive. I flicked my tongue around her right nipple before gently moving across to her left and I could sense that Charlie was ready for more. My thigh, which was positioned between her thighs was now wet where she had been rubbing herself up against it, easing the ache that she was feeling below. Readjusting my position I started to work further down her torso, teasing her tummy button and tracing the outline of her lightly defined abdominal muscles, before sliding further down and reaching her inner thighs.

‘I really need you to make me cum now, the release I need is bigger than you could possibly ever imagine,’ Charlie spoke between deep breaths.

Without saying a word, I slowly started to trace my tongue around her inner thighs, in the fold where her leg joined her torso. Again, her thighs and hips were defined, toned and ultra sensitive. Feeling her hands on my head and in my hair, she gently pulled my head down towards her now swollen lips and clitoris. With slow defined movements I started to trace around her lips before focusing specifically where they met. Within a few seconds of intense attention, with gentle but very fast movements from side to side, I could feel the whole of Charlie’s body start to go tense. She was very strong. Pushing her hips towards me, I continued to tease, almost sucking at her the same time as I was licking. ‘Fuck, you are making me cum,’ Charlie said as her thighs clamped so tight around my shoulders that I thought she was going to crush me.

As the orgasm that had been building inside her started to release, I don’t think I had ever experienced a partner who experienced such intensity. When she finally released the grip that she had me in both in her hands and her thighs, the pleasure had almost brought tears to her eyes.

Realising that she needed to catch her breath and composure, I rolled over onto my back and lay next to Charlie. Instinctively, I started to tease my cock a little, to make sure that it was still fully hard for what I hoped would come next. Turning her head to the side, Charlie kissed me passionately on the lips, and with real ferocity. I had never been kissed like that, and it felt fantastic. Knowing full well I was teasing my own cock while we were kissing, eventually she dragged herself over me, so that she was on all fours.

‘I want to feel you inside me’, Charlie told me, with a real air of authority.

‘Of course,’ I responded, ‘but I don’t think I will be able to last for long. I’ll need to cum ...’

Before I had finished my sentence, I felt Charlie lower her now soaking wet pussy towards my cock, gently easing me inside her. She felt warm and wet, as I would have expected, but she also felt surprisingly tight. ‘Shit’ I thought to myself, ‘even her pussy is toned and athletic.’

Looking into my eyes as she took my whole length inside her, and put both her hands firmly on my chest, she assured me that she wanted me to cum. ‘Don’t worry, I want that. At some point soon you’ll also giggle about the fact that I am riding you,’ Charlie said with a smile on her face. It was lost on me at the time.

Charlie pressed her hands down hard into my chest, creating a firm base for her to work her hips back and forth in an increasingly aggressive and fast motion. As she fucked me, she was pressing her pubic bone hard into mine to make sure that her clitoris was being squeezed between us. At this point, she seemed like a woman possessed, and I guessed that she was close to releasing another big orgasm. ‘Fuck, I’m going to cum again. Can you? Cum with me ...’ as she bucked harder and started to moan indiscernibly I could feel that I was starting to release inside her.

‘Fuck, I’m coming too,’ I screamed out as moved my hips as best I could under Charlie, holding onto her boobs and teasing her nipples between my fingers. I don’t think I had ever experienced such a prolonged or powerful orgasm, and as Charlie rolled herself off me, lying next to me, again breathing heavily, I just stared up into space. The silence was golden, almost magical and I drifted in and out of a state of semi-consiousness as a combination of the efforts, alcohol and time of the day all took its toll on me.

However, I should have realised that once would not be enough for an athlete competing in the Olympics, and after a few minutes of lying on my back with Charlie lying next to me, looking me in the eyes while we dozed I felt her hand wandering down my torso, to my cock. Slowly, she started to tease me between her fingers, slowly making me hard again. As she ran her finger slowly up and down my length, she whispered in my ear, giggling. ‘You were an amazing fuck, but I really want you to make love to me now.’

‘Of course,’ I responded, kissing her forehead before rolling her over and positioning myself between her toned, strong thighs again. Entering her for the second time felt just as good as the first, and I could feel her relax and loose herself as I slowly started to tease her with my movements.’

My last memory from the night before was looking down at Charlie as she rested her head on my chest, contented smile across her lips. I felt confused, not as to what had just happened, but the way in which it happened. Charlie was by far the most amazing girl I had ever experienced, both physically and intellectually. I couldn’t help thinking that she was way out of my league and that in the morning she would wake up with me and be full of regret. The worst thing was, I remember seriously thinking I had fallen for her. I was going to get hurt, and I thought about sneaking away. However, just a few more hours in the company of Charlie, even if she was asleep, would be worth a little extra heart ache.

As I walked through from the kitchen to the living room with my coffee, having recollected the most amazing sexual experience I had ever had, and probably ever would have in my life, I saw the pile of newspapers collected on the mat by the front door, and wandered over to grab them. Placing them on the table in front of the sofa I arranged them, wondering what they headlines for the day would be. Expecting to read the latest dismal news about a civil war in a far off country, or about how we had all been shafted by the bankers, I noticed that all of them were carrying the same story. Staring at the papers, most of the text was pretty still blurred, but the images that adorned them all were all of the same young woman. I’m guessing its quite unusual to get copies of six major national newspapers to be delivered to the same person until I had the Eureka moment.

‘Shit,’ I thought to myself. ‘Is that ...’

Looking at the three tabloids, they carried the sensationalist, easy to understand headlines you would expect. ‘Charlotte English: Easy rider’ was on the front of the Sun, while the Mirror carried the words ‘Charlotte strikes gold again’ while the Star, as always a little more voyeuristic and sexual managed ‘The sexiest rider in the world’. The broadsheets, as always were a little more professional. The Times stating ‘English wins second cycling gold for UK’ while the Guardian reported ‘Second gold of cycling sensation Charlotte’. The Pink FT summed up a different side to the same story, ‘Double gold assures English of lucrative future’.

As my mind wandered to this amazing girl, and the realisation about who she actually was, the flow of my thoughts was interrupted by the sound of a key being inserted and turned in the front door. Realising that I was stark naked in someone else’s hotel suite, I quickly grabbed for the nearest thing I could to protect my modesty. All I could find was a cushion shaped like an Olympic mascot. Nice. Standing up to face her as she walked in the room, the sight of me and the fluffy mascot put a huge smile on her face as she closed the door behind her.

Charlie was glowing. Despite the fact that we had been drinking and shagging until about four o’clock in the morning, by eight thirty the next morning, she had already been out into the gym and completed an early session. She looked amazing and her tight and slightly sweaty workout clothes accentuated her toned, athletic physique.

Seeing that I had been perusing through the newspapers that had been delivered while she was out, Charlie looked at me and asked, almost nervously. ‘So, I guess you may have worked out who I am now then?’

‘Yes, I think so.’ I responded.

‘And,’ she was still smiling but this time a little more nervously. Sensing my state of confusion with the whole situation, Charlie continued ‘I guess this must be a little unusual for you. The last few days, and the next few have and won’t be exactly normal for me either.’ After a few more seconds of silence, she continued ‘Tell you what, you look like you need a coffee, so I am going to put the kettle on’.

Putting her gym bag down, Charlie turned and walked to the kitchen area of her suite. As she made coffee I could see how good she looked. She was wearing a tiny black crop top and short, tight black lycra shorts. To say I was punching above my weight with her was a huge understatement. However, what hit me was how much I genuinely liked this girl. She was clever, witty and driven. I had always thought the idea of some kind of love at first sight (or at least meeting) was bullshit, but at that moment in time, I was no longer sure.

As she returned from the kitchen area, handing me a large steaming cup of black coffee, Charlie remembered her prior commitments. ‘Shit. Listen, I have an interview to do with the BBC in an hour, and then a few more hours of press work so I need to get in the shower.’

The illusion broken, I assumed that was the queue for me to drink up, get my stuff and sneak out the back door. I simply responded, ‘I understand. Let me freshen up quickly and I’ll be out of your hair soon’. It came out wrong, and thats not how I meant it because I could see a look of resigned disappointment cross Charlie’s face.

Looking at her, as she sat on the sofa, eyes down staring into her coffee, I couldn’t describe the feeling inside me and my mouth seemingly activated its autopilot. ‘Listen, Charlie,’ she looked up at me. ‘Last night, I spent the night with an amazing young woman, who at first I thought I could have nothing in common with. But, as we chatted I realised that I really liked who you were and what you were about.

My words seemed to bring some comfort to Charlie, and the warm happy smile that I had seen in most of the national papers a few minutes earlier returned a little. ‘Thank you, your so kind. But, I appreciate you have just walked into a hurricane ...’

I stopped Charlie before she could finish her sentence. ‘I would really like to get to know you better. I think you are an amazing person and I would really like to see you again, properly, like a date. But, I’m not sure how to go about sorting that with an Olympic champion. Any ideas?’

Putting her coffee down on the table, Charlie got up from the sofa, walked to me sporting a big grin, and placing her hand in my seriously messy hair and gently kissed my lips. ‘I think you have just done it, and yes, I would love to see you again’ she said between the gentle caresses of her lips. She continued. ‘If you don’t have plans, I’d love you to hang around.’

‘Thats cool. I have an essay to research later, but I would rather be with you’. I responded, slightly embarrassed by the fact that my excitement was starting to show below my waist again.

‘No worries. You can use my iPad while I’m doing the media stuff if you like.’ she suggested before making me an offer I couldn’t refuse. ‘Maybe you could join me in the shower now?’

Grabbing my hand, as I stood up, I was now fully aroused and it was something the mascot couldn’t hide. With in a glint in her eye, she simply said, ‘And I’m hoping there will be time for that too’.

Leading me into the bathroom, she added, ‘And I’m a double Olympic champion.’