The sound of Sam's alarm pulled her from a deep sleep. Reaching slowly to turn it off, she looked around the empty room. Sergei was nowhere to be seen. She spent a few moments thinking about the incredible night they had just spent together. She still couldn't believe what they had discovered with each other.
Sitting up, the sheet fell to her waist and her hair tumbled around her shoulders. She was still there, yawning slightly, when Sergei appeared through the connecting door, already dressed in his gi pants and a t-shirt.
"Good morning! Now that is a sight to start your day to!" Sergei commented, referring to her disheveled and half-naked state.
Sam smiled at him, then pouted playfully.
"I see that you're already dressed. That's an unfortunate development."
Sergei smiled at her regretfully.
"I had to finish my discussion with Shihan Collins before the morning events started. I couldn't bring myself to have that conversation naked next to you. We saw how well that went yesterday."
Sam gave him a crooked grin in reply and licked her lips.
"Oh, I don't know about that. I thought it was quite the success."
Sergei flushed slightly at the memory of her mouth on him while he had attempted to continue that phone call the previous night. He had been completely unsuccessful.
He reached out to quickly stroke Sam's breast, pausing to tweak her nipple quickly. He was rewarded by hearing her breath catch in her throat. He could feel himself hardening again and had to groan and step back.
He was amazed at his own reaction. They had awoken twice during the night and found each other in the darkness again to wring more pleasure from each other's bodies. He was frankly astounded that he was capable of still more, and he was sure Sam would be feeling the effects of their passion in her muscles.
And yet, he still wanted her. Badly.
"You have quite the effect on my self control, Sam," he said.
"How am I going to manage the day without embarrassing myself and compromising you? God, what a temptress you are."
"Personally," Sam threw him a sultry look, "I'd jump at the compromising.
You're exceptionally talented at it," she winked and smiled at him as she jumped out of bed.
"Guess I'll just have to be patient."
Blowing him a kiss, she headed to the bathroom.
"I think I need a shower before being around people. I smell like sex!"
Sam shook out her hair as she walked away, swinging her hips. Sergei's response had her laughing.
"Aaaaaargh!," he groaned. "You're killing me here, Sam!"
But he was laughing at the same time. Damn, but this woman was fun.
"I'm ordering something from room service so we don't have to sit with a bunch of people at breakfast and try to behave. Any requests?"
"Use your imagination! Feed me whatever you like!," came her reply with a cheeky tone. Leaving the bathroom door open, she turned on the shower and stepped in.
Fifteen minutes later, Sam was finished her shower and back in the room to get dressed.
Sergei watched her through the connecting door as he set up their breakfast.
She gathered her clothes for the day's events and dressed quickly in her usual sports bra and white tank top, tossing her gi top and belt on the bed for later. Stepping into the white pants, she drew them up over her bare hips and Sergei was suddenly uncomfortably hard.
Somehow, having the knowledge in his head from their adventure on the road to the tournament that Sam didn't wear underwear was radically different from seeing her dress for karate. He could see her now, ready to face training, with nothing under her pants but smooth, soft, bare skin.
This might just kill him. If so, he'd die a happy, horny man.
They shared breakfast, grabbed their gear and headed to the opening events. Both were nervous about being together around others, but there was no putting it off any longer. Sergei turned to Sam.
"Why don't you take the first elevator down? You're always early getting everywhere. People will expect you to get there first. I'll be 2 minutes behind you and we won't look like we're arriving together."
"Good idea," she agreed.
"This is going to be interesting. I'll try my very best to behave."
Stepping into the empty elevator, she ran her hand across his fine ass as she passed him. Turning to face him, she tossed him a saucy wink and a smile before the doors closed.
Taking a deep breath, Sam tried to steady her heartbeat. How was she going to get through the day, acting like everything was the same as usual? Things couldn't possibly be more unusual Every time she looked at Sergei, all she could think about was how he tasted, how he felt inside her, how he made her body sing with pleasure.
She watched the numbers change as she descended to the lobby and marshalled her thoughts and her body. Discipline. That's what got her here in the first place, at the tournament. That's what would save her now.
Focus
, she thought.
Stepping into the lobby, Sam had only seconds before Julie spotted her.
"Sam! Over here!"
Julie was waving at her from a grouping of chairs in the lobby where a couple of the other members of their dojo were gathered. She quickly joined them and exchanged hellos all around. They were all such great people and she truly enjoyed training with all of them. Her smile was genuine for all of them, her nervousness momentarily forgotten.
"We didn't see you last night," Julie said. "When did you arrive?"
"I caught a ride with Sensei late afternoon," she said.
"We both had to work and couldn't leave early, so we carpooled. Took a bit longer than expected to get here because of the weather, but we made it."
Sam wanted the conversation on someone else. "Did anyone else get caught in the snow?"
Her move to get others talking about their drive worked, and soon the others were all sharing their observations of the trip. No more questions were directed her way about the drive.
Soon, the conversation moved naturally to the tournament.
Sam turned to Julie with interest.
"So, have you changed your mind about entering? I really hope you'll compete. I don't know if our division has any other women entered and I enjoy sparring with you."
"We both know I'm no competition for you!" Julie laughed.
"I'm just here to cheer Chloe on in the kids' division. I've never really been all that interested in actual fighting. But if you want to enter the kata division, I'll join you there!"
Sam was a little disappointed that Julie wasn't competing, but she'd been expecting it. Julie loved the precision and the light physical benefits of training, but she didn't have any need or desire to push hard.
Sam just hoped she'd have other women in her division. Her last two tournaments had yielded no opponents, so she hadn't been able to truly see where she stood in competition. She had been hoping that this larger tournament, with its accompanying training camp, would give her that opportunity. Still, she laughed at Julie's answer.
"You're more competition than you give yourself credit for! I may still join you in katas. Let's see what the adult women's division brings."
She felt Sergei's presence before she saw or heard him. Her whole body was suddenly on high alert and she knew he was behind her.
Taking a calming breath, she was able to smile pleasantly when Chloe waved and called out to him.
"Osu, Sensei!"
She turned with the others to welcome him as he strode across the lobby to them.
This should be interesting.
Sergei had needed a moment after Sam had left in the elevator.
He couldn't believe one quick caress across his ass could get him instantly hard, but she had managed exactly that. He had stood there, stunned, struggling to control his body and bring it to heel.
He briefly contemplated returning to his room to handle the situation himself so he could be around her, but quickly realised it wouldn't help. He'd want her again immediately afterwards, he knew that. Instead, several deep breaths and a mental run through of the first kata helped him recover enough to be respectable in public.
He arrived in the lobby and immediately spotted Sam chatting with some of the others.
Taking a moment to watch her laugh and talk with the group, he was struck anew by how compelling she was. Strong and fit, she was also friendly and warm; she was quick to engage the other members of the dojo, no matter what their age or interests.
He saw her talking to Julie, but also couldn't help noticing she had the attention of Will, Derek and Matt, the three teenaged brothers that trained with them. The boys were clearly appreciating the view as they tried to stare discreetly at Sam's beautiful breasts, bound by her sports bra but still mouthwatering.
He really couldn't blame them. At eighteen, nineteen and almost twenty years old, the brothers weren't kids and could certainly appreciate Sam's many assets. Shaking his head to refocus his thoughts, he crossed the lobby to them.
Chloe's greeting had them all turning to face him. He greeted them all with a smile.
"Osu, guys! Good to see everyone!"
