Original Olympic Clothing

by Damian1976

Sam has help adjusting to the new Olympic rules.

When I heard the Olympics had officially reverted to the original practice of having the athletes compete nude, I thought my Olympic dream was over. I was devastated. There was no way I was going to be able to shed my clothes in front of thousands of people live and millions of people worldwide watching on TV and ski nude in the cross-country events.

It seemed impossible: Nude skiers, nude skaters, nude bobsled teams! what a spectacle! MAYBE for some summer Olympics, like gymnastics, marathon, and decathlon, but how could anyone expect athletes to perform nude in all olympic events?

Once it became official, some of the qualifiers for these events were broadcast on TV. I couldn't believe it. The athletes were stark naked! Some were visibly ashamed, and turned away from the cameras. However, many of the athletes acted like they were fully clothed. They did interviews naked, they performed naked, and they made no attempt to hide their, well.. nakedness!

The more I watched, the more 'normal' it seemed...

I had worked so hard for my Olympic dream. I just didn't want to give it up without at least trying...

The next time I had an opportunity to race in a qualifier for the Olympics, I signed up. I don't think I slept for a week after committing to the trial. My mind was going at full speed, thinking about how I could ever maintain my psyche to actually strip my clothes off, strap on my ski boots and ski 50 km naked in front of the world.

I decided I needed to get used to the feel of skiing naked outdoors.

The first time I tried it I went out at 2 AM, and used a headlamp so I could be comfortable trying it without people around.

It actually felt WONDERFUL! After the first few minutes, my focus was completely on skiing and not on being naked and an hour away from any clothing.

Then suddenly I saw another headlamp coming towards me. I began to panic. There really was nowhere to go, so I continued to ski towards it. It was a beautiful moonlight night, and when I got close enough, I was shocked. The headlamp was another skier skiing towards me. No surprise there. But the skier was also completely nude: a very fit young woman!

'Oh, I'm so glad to see you're um... well, naked like me!' She admitted, as we met.

'I'm trying to get used to training for the Olympics' I felt guilty admitting, embarrassed at being nude, and even more so because the cool air was causing some...shrinkage!

'I'm training for the women's marathon' the woman said. 'The new Nude Olympic rules have me rattled. I don't know if I'm going to be able to compete with these 'new' rules. Meeting you out here is actually helpful. It makes me realize I can have a conversation in public while I'm completely naked. Of course, it helps you're completely naked too!!' She smiled.

An idea popped into my head. 'Please don't be creeped out by this idea, and just say no if you think it's not a good plan, but what do you think about training together and building our confidence?' I asked. I couldn't believe I had asked an attractive young woman to be my nude training partner!

'I think it's an idea that could help us both' she conceded. 'It would push each of us to train, while helping us get used to being naked in public. My name is Katie.' She offered me her hand to shake.

'Thanks for not thinking I'm wierd!' I relaxed, shaking her hand. 'I'm Sam'.

'Well the two of us are out here in the middle of the night and in the middle of nowhere wearing nothing but a toque and boots so I guess we're either both normal or both weird, Sam!' she smiled. 'And you're getting pretty cold' she said in a gentle voice, gesturing to my sad little penis. 'That's why I haven't stopped shaving my bush..so my vulva stays warm' she stated.

I was surprised at how relaxed Katie was discussing genitals with a stranger. But then again, in a way, our complete nakedness made it the same as saying 'your ears are red. you must be cold: Your penis has shrunk. you must be cold...'

'I assume you must be that only other car in the parking lot, so let's get back there and we can make some plans for our training.' She suggested.

...

By the week before the qualifier, Katie and I had skied the 50km several times 'au naturel'. We had gradually become accustomed to going during the day when others were skiing. The first time was definitely the hardest - the stares.. but as time passed, my fear and shame surrounding public nudity lessened, and it started feeling 'normal'.

Katie seemed to be.. well ... PROUD to display her gorgeous athletic form while skiing. I had to admit she definitely should be proud of her body. She would even stop and chat with other skiers, explaining what we were doing. This seemed to make people more comfortable with our nudity and supportive of our goals.

Our training was going well, and our times were quite good. My times were better than they had ever been and I began to believe skiing nude was an advantage.

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Katie and I travelled together to the qualifying race, Some friends and family knew we were competing, but the thought of them going to the trial with us and then watching us strip nude in public and in front of them was overwhelming. Somehow it seemed easier if they were watching on TV and not actually at the event.

When we arrived, officials used special skin markers to write our competitor numbers on our back, and on the front of our thighs. We lined up to receive our numbers. It was weird standing in a line of naked men and women. When their turn came, the participant had to stand on a raised platform at the front of the line facing the lineup, grasping a bar just above head height with their arms spread apart to allow the girl painting the numbers easy access to our backs. I couldn't help myself as I watched the female competitors stand on the platform in front of us, completely nude with their arms spread wide apart. It was obvious how deeply embarrassed some of them were, their faces contorted and their eyes tightly closed. However, many were quite relaxed and smiled at the 'audience'.

I couldn't bring myself to watch the men stand there with their packages displayed prominently as I knew I would be displayed as well.. I noticed a group of the women compeitors watching together, and as they watched the men receive their numbers I could hear a quiet "7.....9 (gasp) ....5....2 (giggle)" from their group as they were obviously rating the size of male genitalia!!

Then participants were required to sit on a stool, with their legs slightly spread, while the girl applied numbers to the front of their thighs. I watched in horror and fascination when she would grasp the man's penis and pull it to one sideout of the way while she applied a number to his upper thigh, and then push it to the other side while she did the same on the other leg.

Katie was in front of me in line. She acted relaxed and focused while she received her numbers. Her standing on a platform nude right in front of me was helping me to relax.

When it was my turn I tried to just disassociate from what was happening. But standing, facing the line I realized very few sets of eyes met mine, but all were wide open and facing me, assessing the 'competition'. From the waist down! I heard a faint "7" with no gasps or giggles and was strangely relieved.

While the girl completed my thighs, she grasped my penis firmly, pulling it out of her way while she applied my competitor numbers. Then at the end, she grabbed my whole package, and gave it a good hard shake and squeeze. 'All done! She said with a wide grin on her face. I was so surprised I didn't even have time to react before I was off the platform. I was pretty sure her fondling of my package was not sanctioned, but I neither had the time nor the boldness to question it.

I fought hard to maintain focus with a couple of thousand officials, racers, family, and fans around. There was comfort in being just one of so many competitors.

However, when I saw my mother, her sister, and my two teenage cousins in the crowd of spectators, I thought I was done: how could I line up naked at the start line in front of four of my female family members?

Katie came to my rescue. She stood in front of me, and said 'Look into my eyes. This is your dream you've wanted to make it to the Olympics your whole life. This is your body and you have nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone has one and there are hundreds of naked ones around here! You don't have to feel like you're the only one and the focus is all on your nudity. Focus on your goal. Strive to win the race! Your family is here to support you not to look at your nude body. They're here to celebrate with you!'

Katie was right. I had come this far and I wasn't going to give up now.

The men's race would start first and then the women's race would start a half hour after the men's, so that they would be able to run a groomer behind between groups.

It was a mass start of about 100 men. Being naked in a crowd of 100 naked competitors was certainly easier than being the only two naked when training.

I won't bore you with the details of a two hour race, only to say that towards the finish, I was in a dead heat with one other competitor. No one else seemed to be within at least two minutes of us! In the last 200 meters, I focused on reaching deep for the last push. As I started my sprint, my manhood was slapping aggressively back-and-forth against my legs, and I was starting to get an erection. Along with heightened focus, (and horror!) I realized I was getting stronger - a hormonal high causing a burst of energy! We crossed the finish line so closely together I couldn't tell if I had won or not. There was a huge replay screen where they showed the finish line up close in slow motion. There I was, in all my naked glory, with my legs stretched wide apart like I was doing the splits, with my erection bobbing and weaving on center-stage (in slow motion!) as I plunged ahead to hit the finish line 1st!

I was elated with the win and completely shamed by my publicly displayed erection on the screen being shown over and over again in super slow motion at the finish line!

I hardly had time to consider my unique situation before an attractive reporter with a microphone and a network logo approached me for a live broadcast interview. A man with a TV camera was accompanying her.

For the next five minutes, she asked me questions about what it felt like to win the race, and qualify for the Olympics. She then moved onto how it felt to be competing in the nude. She asked the obvious question about whether I was cold or not. I explained I was fine thanks to my training. I described that when I first started training, the cold bothered me less than I anticipated... Except for some...parts. I explained that my balls didn't get cold because they retreated up into my body. As I trained, I acclimatized to the cold and my penis bulb didn't ache anymore. I admitted I was convinced that men who had a foreskin had a distinct advantage in that department!

I was standing holding my skis on each side of me for the interview which left my hands occupied and my naked privates fully displayed. I could see the interview was being broadcast on the big screen and that it was a full body shot. At least my erection had subsided.

I couldn't believe I had babbled on about foreskins and frozen penis tips on a national broadcast while I stood stark naked in front of the camera!

I had to keep telling myself the goal was to compete in the Olympics, and that while there was no doubt lots of people were enjoying looking at my nude body, there were lots of nude athletes at this event. In six months time, the Olympics would be televised worldwide and all the athletes would be nude. I would be long forgotten. Unless of course, I actually won a medal!

I knew that even now many of the athletes competing in Olympic qualifiers were monetizing their nudity. Paid websites and magazines... I just wasn't that comfortable to trade away what was left of my pride and sell my nakedness out in the public even more than it already was. I did wonder if I had any pride left anyway, however!

As the interview was wrapping up, there was a buzz in the crowd. There were still about 30 men skiers to finish, but the excitement was regarding one of the women skiers. Apparently she was so fast, that she had caught up to the grooming machine and passed it, and had passed about 20 of the male skiers!

When I moved back towards the finish area, I could see Katie streaking towards the finish line: literally and figuratively!

As she crossed the line, the crowd roared! She threw her arms in the air and glided towards me with her arms outstretched and the most radiant smile on her face. Even though we were officially training partners, I felt like we were growing quite close. My heart was full, and I spread my arms.

However, as she neared me, she yelled. 'Tom!' and went right past me to a well-built, good looking man my age in the crowd and literally wrapped her naked body around him, giving him a big hug, and burying her face in his neck.

My emotions dropped off the cliff as I watched her elation at her incredible win, and her celebration with her partner. The cameras and reporters were all over her, but she wasn't ready for them.

I realized how much my success depended on her and how she had given me the courage to train and compete nude. I internally punished myself for thinking we had something more.

Emotionally crushed, I felt very naked and ashamed, and very exposed in public.

Katie had Tom's hand, and was pulling him out of the crowd.

'Sam, come here and meet Tom!' She enthused.

'Tom, This is my training partner, Sam I talk so much about. Without him, I wouldn't be able to race!' There I stood, naked and shrivelled in public in front of Katie's handsome clothed partner.

'Sam, meet my brother Tom' Katie chirped happily.

I couldn't believe my ears.

Not partner. Brother!!

My emotions were rebounding at record speed. 'Um nice to meet you!' I croaked.

I was saved from coming up with more conversation when a voice behind me said 'Sam'.

I turned to find my mother and aunt standing there! Back to feeling very naked and exposed!

'Congratulations, honey' My mother gave me a big hug, as did my aunt. Only my aunt's hug consisted of her cupping my butt cheeks and squeezing them while pulling them slightly apart, and giving me a wink!

'Congratulations cuz!' my aunts two teenage daughters had big smiles on their faces, and their eyes had trouble meeting mine as they kept staring down my body to below my waist.

My mother wanted a picture of us all together. I was horrified at the prospect, but my mother insisted, so Tom offered to take the picture while Katie and I stood in the middle, holding our skis, full frontal nudity with no hands to clasp in front of my genitals. My mother and aunt stood beside me, and my two cousins beside Katie. A posed family picture with Katie and me, fully naked in the middle...!

'I took about 20 pictures. Hopefully one will be really good!' Tom informed us as they gathered around and examined the pictures, sharing them all to each other's phones. I realized my nudity was being shared with the entire family! Thank god my 'portrait' was being greatly enhanced by the presence of Katie's radiant smile, and perfect nude body beside me.

Katie directed her attention to my aunt 'Please take a picture of me and Sam with Tom' she requested.

We posed nude again, flanking Tom.

'Thank you!' Katie said with appreciation.

The media were clamouring to interview Katie after her phenomenal race, so she obliged them, with her looking completely comfortable being interviewed on live TV wearing nothing but a racing cap and ski boots. Of course the TV angle was full frontal for Katie as well!

When she was boldly asked about her decision to shave her pussy, she calmly explained that at first she thought that her bush would keep her warmer, but then she shaved and left a thin 'landing strip' to protect her lips from freezing. She explained that when she tried to ski nude with a bush, it would frost up, then drip on her crotch and legs, causing significant discomfort, 'so bare is best' she quipped happily.

The Olympic committee then had Katie and I do several poses together as the winners, mostly in front of the poster for the upcoming Olympic Games.

When the interview was over, the races had finished. Next was the part I had been dreading. Along with rules that athletes compete in the nude, an additional rule has been added that required any male winner to PRODUCE A SEMEN SAMPLE FOR TESTING AT THE END OF THE RACE!! The thought of an official watching me arouse myself and produce cum in a jar was somewhat mind blowing, but I decided that if I actually won, I could handle an official watching me wank off after an entire naked race performance with crowds and cameras.

Two female officials now approached me with a sample vial. 'I'm Jenna, and this is my assistant and second official observer, Jo. We just need to certify that you produce the sample in the container we give you.' she explained. 'We will be beside you while you provide the sample, confirming you produced it in an untainted manner.'

'Um, ok.' I stammered 'Do we do that over there in that tent? I asked.

'Oh no! Its stated quite clearly in the rules that you produce the sample at the finish of the race.. at the finish line!'

'Wha?? You mean you want me to jack myself off out here in front of everyone???'

'We prefer to call it donating a test sample' Jenna calmly explained 'and done where it would be impossible to misrepresent your, um, product.' She stood, offering me the vial to squirt my sample sperm into, in front of the entire crowd and cameras!

Abruptly, she turned on the microphone on her headset, and pulled out a ruler. She reached out and grasped my flaccid member, and measured me! 'Three and 7/8 inches!' she announced through the speaker system. There were more than just a few snickers. I was shocked and ashamed. But she wasn't finished! She fed my cock and scrotum through pliers with a circle around the end. When she squeezed the handles the circle became smaller and pressed firmly on my exhibited package. I was in shock about what was happening. She read a measurement off of the tool: 'Nine and one-half inches on the standard genital size scale!' she announced. It was crystal clear to everyone what she was doing. Those who couldn't see could just look up at the big screen as the cameraman had zoomed right in! On the screen, it even had a scale showing that I was not quite average size, which was kind of obvious but so shameful to see displayed on a scale to everyone! I was so humiliated.

Next she cupped my balls with one hand, then took my flaccid dick in her other hand, and began massaging and examining my genitalia closely. 'No foreign substances detected. The competitor may now proceed to producing a sample...' she announced with what I'm sure was a smirk!

I had read the rules, but skimmed the part about winning, not really believing I had a chance. I may have withdrawn my entry if I'd realized it was required to submit to what was a publicly broadcast displayed nude genital exam and stripping bare of my pride!

I felt the only way to recover any pride would be to prove that I could produce a semen sample. How warped my logic had become!

Handing Katie my skis, I took the vial in my left hand and wrapped my fingers around my flaccid penis with my right hand and began to firmly stroke it up-and-down. Not much was happening..

I closed my eyes and cast my mind back to Katie helping me practice this step of cumming in front of her just in case I won. I never dreamed I would be in this position. I understood an official would probably watch me cum, but not in PUBLIC!

When 'practicing', I had just enjoyed having Katie help me jerk off! Even though we had spent hours together nude, she had made me look at her while she spread her legs slightly, then pushed her breasts up and licked and nibbled her nipples. She had taken her hand and spread her lips and stroked her clit. I had had no trouble focusing on her, and I was more than able to cum in a jar!

This was different however. All eyes were on me. Completely nude and expected to jerk off in front of EVERYONE, the entire crowd, other competitors, my mother, my aunt, my teenage girl cousins, AND ON TV!!

I took another deep breath and pulled and squeezed my unresponsive soft penis. Then half dozen of the female skiers, boots and caps only, linked arms and faced me, and started a slow rhythmic chant: 'Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!, The crowd joined in. As the women chanted yes, they were smiling, laughing, and encouraging me by thrusting their hips toward me, presenting their pussies, with each 'yes'. Then, Katie JOINED THEM!!!

This certainly helped my psyche and I began to harden. she took her free hand and slowly slid it over her breast, making it bounce, as her hand continued down towards her gorgeous pussy while she stared at me...

I saw my cousins staring too, expectantly, holding each other's hands, enthusiastically thrusting their hips, and lustily chanting along with the crowd. Mia, the 16-year-old stopped chanting long enough to say louldy to her 18-yr-old sister Anna: Look! its growing!! The bulb is sticking out of Sam's fist, and his balls are swelling and jiggling when his hand slams into them! Oh my god I can't wait to see him cum into the vial! I've never seen a boy cum live - just on the internet! I never dreamed the first time I'd see live cum it would be my own cousin!! And in public! Its so amazing! He's so brave!'

Listening to them and appreciating their support, I closed my eyes, stroked to the rhythm, and I pretended this was just one if those practice times. In no time I was rock hard, thrusting my hips to the rhythm. Suddenly I felt my hand pushed away, and when I opened my eyes, the official had her ruler out again and held my penis against it! 'Five and three-quarters inches!' She announced loudly to some polite but light applause. 'Continue!' she directed me.

I re-grasped my hardened penis, and looked back at Katie. She stared back at me, licked fingers on her free hand and slid them into her glistening pussy. I was transfixed at the sight, and began pumping my penis with almost reckless abandon. I closed my eyes, and brought the vial up against the leaking slit in the end of my swollen bulb. With a loud 'UH UH UH UUUUUGGGHHH' my cum exploded into the test vial.

Thunderous applause brought me back to reality. I felt strangely embarrassed by losing my erection in front of all the observers. Deep shame replaced my hormonal high when cumming, and my erection quickly went limp.

Honestly I couldn't decide if being limp so quickly or being erect was more embarrassing!!

When I looked over and locked eyes with my cousins, Mia and Anna had watched my performance with a totally unobstructed view from 20 feet away, I was filled with shame. They returned my shocked expression with wide smiles and a 'thumbs up'.. 'Wow Sam! that was unbelievably amazing here with everyone watching. But after your testing, I think we'll call you our LITTLE cousin now! Ha! Ha!' Mia enthused.

While all the competitors had now dressed in at least a coat, and the crowd was dispersing. Katie stayed naked with me as I had to wait for the results of my 'test' 'au naturel', leaving us the only ones naked in a crowd of two thousand.

This made no sense to me, but I suspected that this part had more to do with network contracts exploiting the competitors than fair competition rules.

The crowd, especially my aunt and my cousins seemed to appreciate the delay though! Their eyes continued to drink in my nudity. My aunt, who never missed an opportunity to tease me, suggested my 'outfit' was excellent, and that it should be a requirement for me to 'wear' it to all family events in the future that she attends!!

My mother didn't seem to mind at all that her son had just masturbated in front of the whole whole world. She has always been very comfortable with nudity. She's an accomplished life art painter, often with nude male models.

'After the Olympics, I'd really like to paint you and Katie in the nude if you'll allow me.' She mused out loud.

Before I could decline, Katie enthused 'That would be wonderful! Thank you so much for the offer.'

Finally an official announced ' sperm count 13,600,000 per milliliter. 4.6 ml. 77th percentile'.

My semen test 'passed' and I was free to cover my nakedness.

Katie and I shrugged into our felt-lined long coats, packed our stuff, said our goodbyes, and headed home. We didn't bother getting dressed- the coats were good covering and felt wonderful.

We were both ravenous, and when we passed a decent looking restaurant, we made a snap decision to stop for dinner. Only wearing our coats, we slid into a booth. The food was excellent although we may have been too hungry to know the difference!

Two chatty women in their 40's sitting at the bar kept glancing at us. Finally, looking slightly tipsy, they came over and said 'Are you the two Olympic skiers we saw on TV this afternoon? The whole new Olympic format is..riveting! We couldn't take our eyes off the race, and ... well.. the interviews and especially the semen testing!! We were VERY impressed at ALL the performances!'

Looking at Katie, she continued ' Your performance skiing, and, well, your body are both stunning!'

Turning to me, she said 'And it was OBVIOUS to see how excited YOU were to win. Your body language spoke quite a VOLUME!!' she laughed.

Would you be willing to take a picture with us? Wearing your, ah, ski suits of course!!' They burst into fits of giggles.

I couldn't believe my ears. That strangers would approach us in public and enthuse about our nude bodies, and about watching me masturbate! At that moment I realized I had most definitely shed all of my pride.

Katie gave me a direct look 'Sam! Focus. Olympics! The rest will fade in time as the public gets used to seeing publicly what is actually natural for every living person, their nude body, and orgasms!'

When we got to Katie's, she said 'It's amazing the hundreds of hours we've spent together training, mostly in our birthday suits, and yet I've never invited you in! It's late, and we're exhausted. Why don't you just stay here tonight? You can shower, and if you're ok with it, I have a queen size bed we can share.'

I accepted the generous invitation and we parked and headed in to her apartment. It was cozy and cute. And completely open. The toilet was behind a half wall, but the glass shower and the bed, kitchen and a small sitting area were all part of one moderate sized room.

Katie shrugged out of her coat and stretched. 'What a day!' She exclaimed. 'Sam, would you mind rubbing my shoulders? Actually if you don't mind, if I lie on the bed, don't stop at just my shoulders.' She smiled.

Training nude with Katie I had rarely been sexually aroused (except for the ejaculation practice), but somehow putting my hands on her body to massage her in a more intimate setting with just the two of us instead of publicly, my arousal was...displayed.

When I went around to the head of the bed to massage Katie's shoulders, her eyes opened just as my protruding penis was in her sight line.

'Well hello!' She voiced in sing-song. 'I guess you don't mind giving me a massage'. She smiled and closed her eyes.

After a few moments, she turned over on her back, stretched her arms above her head, and parted her legs slightly. 'Don't stop' she instructed.

I was now unashamedly and uncontrollably at full mast and more than willing to continue the massage.

When I reached her feet and was finishing massaging her toes, she languidly sat up and said ' Let's help each other wash off our numbers. '

She got up and walked over to the shower and turned it on to warm the water.

I stepped in and squirted some body soap into my hand.

Katie followed me, and stepped under the shower to soak her hair and body. 'Oh my God, this feels good.' She moaned. 'Please wash me from head to toe and front to back. I'm basking in your massaging touch, and completely immersed in the moment!' She exclaimed. ' Start with my hair, and don't miss ANY parts!' she smirked at me.

Although I had spent hundreds of naked hours with Katie, adding touch, water, soap, and intimate conversation made me realize that my nude body might be fun for people to see publicly, but the erotic intimacy we were sharing tonight was an entirely different cerebral level. I diligently washed and massaged every inch of her body, and she meticulously returned the favour.

She finally turned off the water, and took a towel and dried my body as I did the same for her. She lit a candle by the bedside, turned off the lights and took me by the hand and pulled me under the covers of the bed with her. She blew out the candle, snuggled into me, and said ' Thank you for helping me not give up on my Olympic dream. And thank you for being the person I met in the middle of the night when we were both skiing nude, trying to keep our dreams alive, then helping each other revive, and nurture those dreams.'

With that, Katie immediately fell asleep.

As I lay in the dark in her bed with her soft nakedness pressed against mine, I reflected on all the high and low emotions I had experienced since the Olympic format had been reverted to nude competition, and how positive an influence Katie had been on my life. I drifted off to sleep.

So many mixed emotions led to wild dreams. In my dream, Katie and I stood naked at the finish line with the crowd cheering, her hand wrapped firmly around my erection, jerking me to orgasm for the semen test. I could feel the wetness of it...

...But when I started to wake, I realized the wetness was real, and that the wet sensation on my morning wood was Katie's mouth sucking on me, while she had her hand wrapped around my balls, massaging them. We were lying head to toe in the middle of her bed with no coverings left on us. Her beautifully trimmed pussy was right beside my face, and I reached out gently traced her lips. This made her butt clench and push her pussy into my hand. I gently explored her lips and found her clit in her very slippery wet slit.

She moaned softly as she slid her mouth back so that she just had my penis head in her mouth. She licked and played with it with her tongue and teeth, and nearly caused me to orgasm right then. Then she wrapped her hand around my shaft and just played with the hole at the end of my member with her tongue, causing excruciating pleasure!

I turned my head and parted her sweet tasting lips with my tongue, searching, and finding her clit. This caused Katie to thrust her hips even further forward, trying to bury my tongue further into her. I obliged willingly.

Then maintaining a firm grip on my member, she gently pulled away and pushed me onto my back. Still controlling me by my erection, she settled on her knees facing me, and looking directly into my eyes she stretched one leg over me and guided my hardness into her vagina.

We both gasped and sighed at the same time, then both burst out laughing. 'I guess we're in agreement!' She chirped.

'Definitely!' I agreed.

She slowly started thrusting her hips, riding me gently, while holding my hands down, and looking into my eyes while she moved.

Then she took my hands and placed one in each of her breasts.

Considering this, for the last three months, I had seen her breasts, naked for days at a time, and yet now in the context of making love they were sexualized. Her body was thin and strong, and her breasts were small. Her nipples were no bigger than the size of nickels, and were erect. They were incredibly erotic given her behaviour. I reflected on how context made such a difference.

She increased the force and the pace of her thrusts as she rode me, and I was completely in her control.

'You're going to continue to train in the nude with me, and help us reach our Olympic dreams' she stated.

'Yes I will.' I said. It was the only answer.

'You're going to plant your seed deep inside me when I squeeze your balls.' She announced.

'Yes I will.' I admitted, knowing I would do whatever she made me do.

Slowly, she cupped my balls and began squeezing. Not a light, gentle squeeze, but a firm grasp.

'Ugh!' I gasped in surprise, while my cum shot deep into her receptive vagina.

'Good boy'. She stated.

I was somewhat shocked. I couldn't believe how controlling she had become in bed. I also couldn't believe how sexually aroused it caused me to be. Although admittedly, spending three months nude with her while remaining platonic had been somewhat difficult by times.

As we laid on the bed with our limbs tangled in post coital bliss, Katie asked me 'How come you've never wanted to have sex with me before?'

'Oh! Wow!' I exclaimed. ' I absolutely wanted to, but I wanted you to trust that I was here to help with our training for the Olympics, and that I wasn't just trying to exploit you sexually.'

'Well you succeeded. I saw your expression when you thought Tom was my boyfriend. It was very reassuring because I knew then exactly how you felt about me. You gained my trust going slow, and thank you for letting me take the lead in our lovemaking. I feel much safer when I take control, and you make me feel safe.' She smiled.

'Tomorrow, we start training for the Olympics. But today, today I'm going to milk every last bit of stress out of your body' she promised.