"Yes! Good Svet, very good!" Svetlana Khorkina lifted her leg into the air, resting her weight on her back heel, and hopped into a flip gripping the bottom of the balance beam half way through. She had learned to control her breathing at an early age, taking in each lung full calmly. The tight gray and white leotard clung to her sweating form as a warm bead of salty perspiration slid down her cheek. Staying in one position looked easy from the audience or even on the sidelines, but in reality it was tough as hell. Her arms tensed, and then slowly relaxed as she completed the rest of the roll, straddling the beam.
"Perfecto! Lovely!" Peter Albeck stepped up from the thick blue mat covering the inside of the large room. "You need a break? We've been going since about.." Peter looked at his watch. "About five this morning.."
Khorkina swung her legs over and sat on the edge of the beam with a tired smile. "I've been going at it since five, you've watched." Albeck smirked lightly. "Look, why don't you grab a shower, get some lunch and we'll meet back this afternoon. Dah?" Svetlana smiled and dabbed at her forehead with a moist towel, appreciating his attempt to speak Russian. "Dah, lets start tomorrow around noon though, I need the rest."
lbeck had woken her up early that morning, they had arranged the previous night to do a few laps around the track, but hadn't even got that far. Both of them were world class gymnasts, she was a veteran compared to Albeck, but they had become friends at the winter games in Australia a few months prior. It wasn't anything romantic, they were just two people who were good at what they did and enjoyed it. She strode to the back of the gymnasium, just as two others girls were entering to warm up, giving a friendly smile to both as she passed them by. Stepping into the hallway leading down to the shower rooms she gave a light tug on where the leotard met her ass cheeks, adjusting it slightly, it always seemed to ride up anytime she worked the balance beam. She recalled the games in Atlanta a few years ago, dying from embarrassment of nearly giving one judge an up-close of her ass accidentally. The last thing she thought herself to be though, was shy.
Posing for Playboy many had thought was a stunt to get attention or create controversy. The simple facts were that the money was good, she was far from offended by nudity, and she knew herself that she had a nice body. She absent mindedly rubbed the back of her neck as her bare feet touched the cool tile floor of the washroom, a comforting chill rushing over her as she passed under a fan in the ceiling. The white tiled surface of the room was countered by the dark cedar walls, the only window was a small opening near the ceiling that streamed in light from the hot afternoon. The sound of running water echoed through the numbered stalls, and the sight of steam rising from the stall furthest from the door had caught her attention. Few were starting, and barely any were just finishing up around now.
Most gymnasts showed up to train at night, but she enjoyed having a semblance of a life to her own as well. It had actually been a quiet week of training so far, no injuries, no temper tantrums from any of the new kids, not even a coach raising their voice. She stepped closer and leaned against the wall closest to the entrance and began unzipping the back of her outfit, she slid the comfortable material down her shoulders, and let it hold just above her small breasts. Her skin was fair, like fresh snow, and stood out from the somewhat dark surroundings. Her bright greens eyes in direct contrast almost shimmered under the florescent lighting.
"Ahhhhhhh, chort.." She sighed softly and cursed, suddenly aware of how much she ached. Her leotard was still clinging just above her breasts as she ran her fingers lightly through her short red hair. The shower curtains at the end of the room flailed open and a naked arm came out, accompanied by a familiar voice. "Svety? Sweety is that you?" Svetlana smiled, it was the voice of Dominique Moceanu, another friend she made in her early career. Though they were often on opposing teams, they had learned to respect each others determination. "Dah, what are you doing here? I thought you were in Nagano?" The hand disappeared and was replaced by the beautiful young brunette's soaking face. "Nope, not this time, sprained my ankle on the uneven bars, so I decided to get in some exercise anyway. Mind handing me a towel?"
Khorkina nodded and stepped forward, grabbing a medium sized towel. As she handed the white cloth to Dominique she caught a glimpse of her round breasts and dark haired, damp pussy. She was caught in a brief stare before averting her eyes with a light smile, only to find Moceanu already smiling at her. "Here ya go." Dominique nodded, wrapping the towel around her tiny muscular body. "Thanks comrade." Svetlana had never been really attracted to women as much has she had men, but occasionally she would find herself fantasizing about the possibility. The dangerous, forbidden sexuality that came from thinking about it let alone doing it, excited her almost. Dominique quirked a dark eyebrow at the leotard Khorkina was wearing. "So, are you gonna take it off? Or what?" Svetlana stumbled back to reality.
