Event: Triathlon
The twelfth day of competition in the Literotica Olympics began with a beautiful sunrise and temperatures in the mid seventies. Large crowds of spectators crowded the gorgeous white sand beaches of Hawaii as a gentle breeze blew in off the bright blue waters of the Pacific. People from various countries, sexual proclivities, fetishes and different walks of life gathered in a cordoned off section of beach to bear witness to the first ever Literotica Olympics Triathlon.
Gorgeous women of all shapes and sizes littered the beach, clad in the skimpiest of bathing suits, leaving very little to the imagination, causing men everywhere to stop and stare. They stood in small groups comparing notes on all of the fine feminine flesh surrounding them and gauging the likelihood that they might get lucky. A few stray surfers drifted in the water, waiting for the next ripe wave. The most prominent sound was the random call of the seagulls that circled aimlessly overhead.
The crackle of speakers interrupted the song of the gulls as a deep sexy voice billowed from them. Rumple Foreskin announced that the competing teams would soon be taking their places on the beach and that now would be a good time to grab a beer and find a good seat. A recorded sound byte then droned on explaining the ins and outs of the contest to anyone willing to listen.
Sweetsubsarahh sat in the corner of her tent and hungrily eyed her teammate Honey123 who was pacing the floor, replaying their strategy in muffled mumbles to distract herself from the mounting tension. Honey pulled the tent flap aside, peered out at the growing crowd and sucked in a nervous breath, feeling her belly tense and a mild wave of nausea sweep through her. Her body stiffened at the feel of fingernails dragging along her scalp, down her neck and over her spine, stopping at the waistband of her bikini bottoms.
"Nervous, Honey?" Sarahh asked in a low airy voice, jarring the fit brunette from her anxious thoughts.
Honey turned to her teammate and was just about to speak when a soft fingertip covered her parted lips.
"Look at it this way. Win or lose, we're going to have a hell of a good time," Sarahh explained and dragged a blood-red fingernail over the smaller woman's chin, neck and chest.
Rumple's voice drifted out of the loud speakers and into the tent, asking the contestants to make their way to their respective blanket on the beach.
"Showtime!" Sweetsubsarahh said excitedly and tweaked Honey's nipple through her bathing suit as she walked past her and out of the tent.
A hearty round of applause filled the beach as three teams of beautiful women emerged from their tents and reached their places next to large color coded beach blankets. Rumple introduced the first couple as the blue team and all eyes turned to the two ladies stationed at the royal blue blanket. A tall, dark-skinned woman stepped forward and raised her hand to the crowd, identified by Rumple as Cloudy the Warrior Princess. She then reached behind her neck, untied the string bikini and dropped it beside her in the sand before untying the sides of her bikini bottoms and adding them to the pile.
The small blonde behind her was then identified as Vella_ms and she moved to stand before Cloudy who slipped her fingers beneath the thin black straps at Vella's shoulders and slid them down her arms, revealing a beautiful vine and violet tattoo that snaked along her body. Vella stood motionless as the exotic native steadily pulled the solid black one-piece down her body until it reached her ankles, where she simply stepped out of it in all her naked glory.
A hushed silence fell over the crowd when Cloudy traced her fingers along the path of the blonde's tattoo, beginning at her right ankle, up her shapely leg, over her hip and around her ribs, cupping Vella's small pert breast in her hand where the tattoo ended. The blonde's calm countenance and pale skin provided a sharp contrast to her partner's bronzed flesh and made a sexy statement, hinting at the dominance and power of the earthy woman behind her. A cool breeze drifted along the beach and the smaller woman's nipples grew hard but to those watching, there was no doubt about the origin of such a reaction.
When Rumple began speaking again his voice cracked like a pubescent teenage boy's, bringing a giggle to Cloudy's lips. He then cleared his throat, placing his arousal aside for the moment, and moved onto the next team's introductions.
"The red team consists of a veteran Olympiad and a newcomer to not only the Triathlon but the Olympics themselves. Ladies and Gentlemen it is my pleasure to introduce you to the eight time gold medal winner, Miss Colleen Thomas."
The petite woman remained at her teammate's side and appeared embarrassed at having so many people's attention directed at her. The beautiful woman beside her smiled wide at Colleen's shyness and gently urged the slight woman forward, her hand at the small of the redhead's back. Colleen moved her hand to her shoulder, partially covering herself and indicating her discomfort as a healthy blush swept up her neck and settled in her cheeks. Despite her awkwardness before a crowd, she was a vision in the royal blue bikini that sparkled brightly in the midday sun.
Her long legs were off-set by the almost indecently high-cut bikini bottoms with black ties at her hips. A light dusting of freckles covered her flat tummy, leading up to full creamy breasts where the blue top covered her well but still provided a delicious amount of cleavage to peek above the top of the cups. An uncomfortable silence followed and her green eyes shifted up to the announcer's booth, where Rumple was obviously waiting for her to remove the sexy suit. When she made no move to discard her covering he continued the introductions.
"Colleen's lovely teammate has precious little experience, but something tells me that she'll walk away with more experience than she can wrap her mind around after competing with the talented Ms. Thomas today. Please welcome Literotica's very own, Minsue."
The gentle blonde stepped forward and waved at the crowd, her excitement evident when her generous breasts jiggled as a result of her enthusiastic waving. She then stood there with a huge grin on her face until a well manicured fingernail tapped her on the shoulder. Minsue turned bright blue eyes to her teammate and suddenly realized everyone was waiting for her to ditch her lucky suit, complete with embroidered goose just above her left breast. She giggled loudly, turned back to the crowd, shrugged her apologies and unceremoniously pulled the shiny silver shoulder straps down and pushed the suit over her hips, letting it fall to the sand around her ankles.
Deftly lifting it with one foot she looked ready to toss the garment aside only to have it snatched from her grasp by her teammate. Minsue turned questioning eyes on the petite redhead and watched in aroused embarrassment as Colly pressed the crotch of the silver suit to her nose and inhaled deeply. A few loud whistles from the crowd distracted her then and when she looked back she found the smaller woman staring at her with undisguised lust in her eyes.
"Oh boy," Rumple began. "Let's continue on to the yellow team before things go any further with the red team. The lovely auburn-haired woman you see is Sweetsubsarahh, a relative newcomer to this event but one with a solid reputation for enjoying such competition to the fullest."
Sarahh stepped forward and cocked her head slightly to one side, her auburn hair spilling over her shoulders. A sexy grin graced her lips as she reached to the center of her white men's dress shirt. She proceeded to unbutton the large shirt one tiny button at a time until it split in the middle just slightly. She then parted the crisp fabric and placed her palms flat against her sides revealing her gorgeous breasts, flat abdomen and clean shaven pussy. Her blue eyes sparkled as she made deliberate, pointed eye contact with several of the spectators.
"God what I wouldn't give..." Rumple said hungrily before catching himself and clearing his throat again to continue in a more self-assured manner. "Where was I? Oh yes, the yellow team. Sweetsubsarahh will be competing with the beautiful and talented Honey123 today. Honey is a tremendous all around athlete and those of you that were fortunate enough to be present at the Fencing competition can attest to her renowned athleticism."
The bubbly brunette stepped up behind her teammate, reaching around Sarahh's shoulders and pulled the shirt from her body quickly. A volley of miscellaneous cat-calls leapt from several men in the crowd and Honey stepped forward to take a sweeping bow. She then stood straight and confidently discarded the skimpy red bikini she'd been wearing. Sarahh watched in fascination as her teammate grew bold beneath the appreciative stares of the crowd as they surveyed her toned, well-muscled body.
"There you have it, Ladies and Gentlemen. The six top contenders for the final heat of the Triathlon. Many have come... Heh, and boy have they come, but standing before you now are the best of the best," Rumple explained, his voice clearly showing his audience that he was smiling wide as he continued.
"Ladies, please notice the toy boxes at the head of your beach blankets and be reminded that only one item from the box can be used in this competition. Three climaxes must be achieved by each team using a different technique each time before the clock stops and the scores are tallied."
Each team made their way to the large toy box assigned to them and all but the blue team put their heads together to discuss which item they'd be reaching for when the time came. Several onlookers scratched their heads in wonder when Cloudy strolled over to the box, took out a flat black object and placed it under the corner of the blue blanket. She then sat down on the lid of the box and leaned back on her hands. Her head fell back and long sable hair swayed in the breeze as her breasts poked back at the sun beaming down on her. Vella obediently knelt beside the beautiful native and sat silently, watching the woman before her.
While the other two teams went over their strategies again and whispered in secret, three judges emerged and took up their stations at the foot of each colored blanket. Just this year, the World Association of Triathletes decided to change their rule books to allow for male judges, as the female judges were far too particular about what they deemed a good performance.
