An Olympic Event
written by:
JenniGee

"Your Husband...?"

I glance to my left then quickly back to the action on the running track.

"Sorry, I am distracting you." The girl beside me smiles as I glance once again.

"Um... n... no... no, that is..." I cant take my eyes off the athlete in our national colours as he warms up. "Th... that... that is..." I tear my eyes away from the action and take time to see who it is that is insistent that I pay her attention.

I am almost mesmerised by her open, honest smile. She wears just a hint of make-up, enough to enhance her natural beauty, and I become aware that I may look like a painted doll in comparison, so much so that my hand flies to my cheek and I feel that my red lips must stand out like beacons. Her clothes are sophisticated even though they allow her, through the colours, to support her own national team. I wear a tee-shirt and shorts in nation colours.

"Hi, I am Marilee and that is my man, three to the left of yours." Her cool fingers touch my arm sending a frisson through me.

I count three athletes from my lover. "Oh!" I cant suppress the surprise in my voice. "You mean...?"

The delicate laugh reveals perfect teeth and a pink tongue that glistens, causing a tiny crease to appear on her nose as it tilts upwards. Full breasts jiggle minutely but sufficiently to project sensuality. She opens her bright blue eyes wide. "Mm, uh huh, thats him. Doesn't he and your man make such a gorgeous pair?" There was a brief silence between us as she waited for a response but I was star struck now that I knew who she was. "Ha, ha, ha, two hunky guys who have kept their women folk wanting, hungry..." Marilee's fingers touched my thigh just below the leg of my shorts causing my to react. "See what I mean...?" She raised her eye brow in an unasked question as to my name.

It took a determined effort on my part to find the breath and then the words to answer her question. "My... um... I... am..." I took a deep breath and gabbled out, "Fiona, yes, I am... my name is Fiona!" I have no idea why I told that lie, it wasn't intentional.

"Fiona." Marilee swirled the name around in her mouth and issued it forth as if it was something magical, causing sensations in my body that were highly inappropriate, not only for the time of day but also for an interaction between two females at an athletics meeting in a country foreign to both of us.

Some where, I believe that I heard the starter issue his usual instructions, of 'on your blocks', 'set', followed by a starting gun. Marilee's eyes never left mine nor did her smile change. But her hand now eased a path up my leg and under my shorts. Instinctively a grasped her wrist. She withdrew her hand but said nothing.

"Yessssss, yaaaaay, Fiona, they both qualified, isn't that neat? Your guy and mine, come on lets go, we wont see them as they have to see the officials but that doesn't stop us having a break, come on Fiona."

I had no choice, I was a passenger. "Marilee? Wont we lose our seats?"

"Oh no, honey, we are assured of them, or at least you are now that you are with me, come on, don't dawdle, I will show you my room." I followed meekly.

How Marilee had swung that she had a room at the athletes accommodation I have no idea. It most certainly wasn't one shared with her man or anyone else - it was... putting it mildly, a tip; clothes everywhere, the bathroom was full of underwear and beauty products that would have filled a pharmacy. And the view was impressive.

I stood at the window soaking up the view as Marilee fussed around getting two clean glasses and a bottle of wine from... well, wherever she had it secreted.

"Fiona? How do you manage honey? I mean don't you find it tough, as I can assure you that I do, not having sex for so long before an event? How long has it been since I last fucked...? I don't remember, too long, honey, too long!"

I almost swung around at her use of an expletive, not that I am a stranger to such words; my guy and I use them regularly but it took me by surprise. "Tell me about it." My response was more of a whisper but Marilee heard it, and the next second she was behind me and her hands slid around under my arms and her hands cupped my breasts. I was shocked, I didn't move.

"Fiona, I would never cheat on my man but hell, honey, I need sex. Don't get me wrong now, I didn't ever try this with a female before but I looked at you and something inside me said, 'try it Marilee, she is so damned sexy and she has to be going through the same thing as you and no way is it cheating on your men'."

I tilted my head back to her, and she kissed my neck; one of my most erogenous zones. Instantly her fingers found the hem of my tee and pulled it upwards. In that instant I knew that I had the control, I could have said no, I could have returned to the stadium, I could have returned to my seat to await my man. But I didn't. This was a first for me too. I had heard a lot about gay sexual activities but it never interested me other than discussing my man's fascination with the thought of two females 'doing it' as he put it. Now my libido had been raised through the roof; through lack of sex? Yes, why not put the blame on that?

Marilee had taken all the initiative up to this point and I felt that I needed to assert myself. Turning to face her I reached behind me a released my bra, I have small breasts so it wasn't difficult. Dropping the garment I pulled Marilee to me and lifted her top baring her body. I pressed my breasts to her. She held her head back looking deep into my eyes. She smiled in recognition that we were two willing parties. Her mouth was on mine and, oh, my, god, I thought I would pass out with sensations that passed between us. Not the slightly rough, firm kisses of a man. Soft, yet with a passion that I cant say that I had previously experienced. We looked into each others eyes and in hers I saw a mirror image of what I was experiencing and I think that neither of us wanted to stop in case the magic disappeared.

Marilee began to massage my breasts and I couldn't instantly make up my mind as to whether I preferred her hands or those rougher ones of my man. But one thing was sure; I was not going to allow her to be dominant. "Take off your clothes." I ordered her as I broke the kiss. I stood back a step and pulled down my shorts revealing a thong. It was a lucky thong that my man demanded that I always wore when he was at a competition, even if I wasn't to be there with him. Marilee was to busy disrobing to notice at first. "Lucky panties." I revealed, pointing to them.

"Oh!" She squealed. "You too? Ah, mine is a little different." But as she stripped off she had no underwear so I looked at her puzzled. "Yeah, but don't laugh or take offence... okay?" Marilee turned her back to me and I suddenly thought that it had to be a tattoo so I searched her back and legs but nothing. Then she bent at the waist and revealed her butt.

"Oh my god, Marilee!" I almost screamed it out. There was something in her ass! I had heard of such things but never thought that I would meet someone who actually used one. "But... but... "

"Yeah, it is babe, its a butt-plug, I will tell you how it became a good luck token but not now, I am far too hot for you and I want those panties off because girl, I am going to eat you just like, or even better, than your man does. I so hope that you are prepared to do likewise?"

Shit, she had better not try to stop me! I pointed to the bed. "Get on there girl, be prepared to be eaten alive because if I can do to you half the job that my man does to my pussy then you are in for a treat.

Marilee squealed and dived onto the unmade bed throwing off the covers to make it a little more comfortable. I launched myself at her pussy, a mist of an idea that I may find it all too gruesome, formed and instantly vanished as my mouth and tongue attached to her slavering vulva. I did note that she perfumed hers, whereas I didn't and I prayed that mine didn't have a bad odour. I knew instinctively what to do, I just thought back to what my man did to me and added a few female touches; soon Marilee was writhing on the bed and moaning.

She called, "Fiona." and I felt guilty that I had lied about my name but now wasn't the time to explain. "Swing around, honey, you are enjoying this too much; I want in on it, give me your goddam pussy."

The next period of time passed as if in a flash but after a couple of mind-blowing orgasms - I am sure that was for us both but to be honest I was interested only in myself - we lay side by side and she noticed the time.

"Wow, Fiona, time we got back! We just have to do this again!"

I nodded and in that moment wanted to do it again and often but, her man was in the final and in other races too. Mine was eliminated and we had to return home.

One day I will tell him all about the sex I had with the wife of the guy that beat him on the track. But not just yet.