International Cooperation - Part 4

Kate's continued Adventure...

When I wake up the first thing I notice is a dull soreness radiating from my ass. I blink my eyes groggily and sit up, letting out a yawn. Across from me, my roommate, Sarah, I think she said her name was, is curled up in a little bundle, sleeping. 

“Cutie…” I smile, and then a massive yawn escapes my lips. 

I stand up, and it feels like my entire body is screaming at me not to move. And then I remember exactly what happened the night before, and how it continued into the morning. Shin. There are still red marks around my wrists from the handcuffs, and the pain is probably from all the experimentation we did the night before.

Unfortunately though, we didn’t get to do much, mainly because I nearly passed out from exhaustion at around 2:00 A.M. I have a faded memory of Shin cleaning me up as best he could and then tucking me in. 

I reach over and grab my phone off the table and find a text waiting for me. It’s from him. It says to use the lotion on any parts of my body that feel sore, and I glance over and notice an unmarked bottle of some cream. 

“Thank god…” 

I definitely sometimes forget that I’m here for the Olympics and that my body is a temple that should not just be worshiped but also protected. 

My stomach grumbles angrily and I make a mental note to beeline for the dinner buffet the second I leave the room. I stand up, careful not to wake my roomie and head to the bathroom for a shower, running over the options for the day in my mind. 

The gym is a possibility, not one I’m really looking forward to. Being surrounded my incredibly attractive fit men does not put me in the mood to sweat myself to exhaustion on a steep incline treadmill. 

I turn up the heat of the water, letting the warmth relax my muscles. I’m imagining a more chill night, one where I actually go to sleep before midnight. But even as I convince myself that’s the kind of night I’m going to have, a part of me knows it won’t be that simple. Mainly because I know myself.

Today I resist a little shower fun, mainly because I’m scared that if I let myself climax right now, I’m gonna pass out in the shower from the heat and lack of food in my stomach. Hunger is a dangerous thing. 

I step out of the shower and quickly dry myself, and then glance in the mirror. A blush dusts my cheeks as I notice the slight redness remaining on my ass from the night before. 

“Damnit Shin…” I mutter, a smile dancing on my lips. He really did a number on me. I admit I’ve never had such an intense experience, and I can’t pretend I didn’t enjoy it. 

I open the bathroom door, letting the steam escape and I step out into the coolness of the room. My eyes land on the lotion he left me and I squeeze out a generous handful, smearing it all over my lower back and ass. What follows is an incredible relief, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s a doctor or maybe a physical therapist? I’ve never felt my pain disappear so absolutely, as if it never was there in the first place. My skin tingles at the thought of what more I could’ve done with him if the recovery is this easy. 

I check my phone. Just 15 minutes until the dinner rush.