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 .