The Athletic Aesthetic

by Vanessa Wu

  I held her shoulders, marveling at the softness of her skin as he thrust inside her, his own moans low and urgent, his eyes lost.

  Lost.

  That’s how I felt too. Lost in this spectacle of ecstasy. It was like being on another planet. My little world dropped away from me and I was transported to a place and time that I will never find again.

  Quite how long the three of us remained locked together in this act of passion, I don’t know. Time was meaningless. I just know that my heart was pounding against my ribs and the pressure of Lulu’s head against my groin was gradually pushing me towards my own inevitable orgasm. I was engulfed by the hot scent of their lust. I was hypnotized by their rhythm, by their murmurings and by the dreamy intensity in their eyes.

  Lulu came and I felt her pleasure ripple through me. Her neck became hot as I caressed her cheek and shoulder. Jay was inside her and I saw his whole body suddenly stiffen. His eyes rolled in his head. Oh! I could almost feel his seed shoot through her. Their shared pleasure was like an electric haze into which I was helplessly drawn.

  I forced myself to get out from under them. I was there for a purpose and I was determined not to lose sight of my mission.

  “Excuse me one moment,” I said as I eased myself free. I made quickly for the exit and rejoined the four sexy girls in the reception area.

  I was breathless with nervous excitement. “I was told I could get a ticket for the race tomorrow,” I said.

  “Yes. Didn’t you have it when you came in?”

  “What? No.”

  “Yes. I put it in the locker for you.” She went to the locker and fetched my things. “Here,” she said, handing me the VIP badge on the lanyard. “This pass. That’s your entry for the race. You can use it all weekend.”

  I looked at the pass and sure enough it said ADMIT ONE with the dates for Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

  “Can I call a taxi?” I asked her.

  “Sure. There are several waiting below. I’ll call down to one and tell him to take you wherever you want to go.”

  Fifteen minutes later I was at Torsten’s hotel.

  “Vanessa!”

  “Not too late am I?”

  “You are not late at all, but why are you wearing that uniform?”

  “Weird story,” I said pushing past him into his room. “I’ll explain a little later.”

  He shut the door and looked me up and down with an expression of disbelief.

  “Well, aren’t you at least going to kiss me?” I asked him.

  He approached and put his hand on my waist. “You’re hot.”

  “I’m a little out of breath. It was a rush getting here.”

  He was distracted by the leather belt. “Where did you get this?” he asked me.

  I tossed the cap on his bed and shook out my hair. “Family friend—sort of. Do you like it?” I came closer and hugged him. “Oh my god, you’re hard. What were you doing, watching porn?”

  “No. It’s the uniform. You look so sexy.”

  He looked sexy too. He was dressed very casually in crumpled linen trousers and a T-shirt but he wore them with style. He had an unselfconscious grace. I liked the way he held his upper body. He was muscled under his T-shirt. I could make out the firm lines of his pecs.

  I put my arms around his warm body and he drew me close.

  “Oh my god, you smell good.”

  “Do I?”

  He put his hands through my hair. “What is that perfume called?”

  “Just kiss me!” I said.

  He put his lips on mine and we kissed. It was the first time. It seemed hardly possible but it was true. His hard cock was against my thigh and his hands were exploring the fabric of my uniform. His tongue tasted sweet.

  His hand slipped inside my trousers and he touched me between my legs. His fingers rubbed gently at my pussy. The scene I’d witnessed at the racetrack had made me very aroused and Torsten’s fingers discovered my secret.

  “You’re already wet.”

  “You got there faster than I expected,” I said.

  “I’m just seeing if you’re ready.”

  “Oh, I’m ready,” I said. “But please don’t be quick!”

  We moved to the bed. “Your skin is so soft. Doesn’t the uniform itch?”

  “No. Did you want me to keep it on?”

  “I would rather see all of you.” He peeled back the tunic and grasped my breasts through my bra. His fingers found my nipples. I squirmed as he touched them. I wanted him so badly.

  He reached behind me and unhooked my bra. He tried to kiss my breasts but I wouldn’t allow it. Instead I pushed him down onto the bed and unbuttoned his shirt. He had a fine, flat stomach and the toned limbs of someone who exercises regularly.

  He lay there open-mouthed while I hovered above him, running my fingers down his body. He was trying to catch one of my breasts in his mouth but he couldn’t. I was on top of him, holding him with my weight. He could have thrown me off easily enough but he had become temporarily listless as if drugged by my perfume.

  My fingers found the buttons on his trousers and worked quickly to unfasten them and pull them down.

  “You are so forceful,” he said.

  “Because I want you,” I told him.

  He was wearing purple briefs with a broad, tight, elastic waistband. He was already in a state of total arousal, the tip of his cock peeking out of the top.

  He moaned softly as I squeezed it between my thumb and forefinger.

  “Are you sure you weren’t watching porn?” I asked him.

  “No porn was ever this good,” he said.

  I peeled back his briefs. His cock was so lovely that I wanted to kiss it. I could see it straining and wanting to be touched. I pulled off his underwear completely and made him wait, brushing my fingernails over his sensitive skin. I was tempted to suck his cock but it was so hard and eager that I kissed only his hips and groin. I touched around his penis and then held it tentatively. I wondered how much he could take before it would explode. The temptation to put my lips over it was overwhelming and in the end I couldn’t resist. I licked the tip and took it very lightly between my lips. It was gorgeous. I could feel him extend into my mouth, his hips rising with eagerness. But I only licked softly around the surfaces, teasing him still.

  “I want you inside me,” I said. “But you have to make me come first.”

  “Get on top,” he said. “So you control it.” He suddenly flipped me off him, showing how strong he was. “But only after I’ve teased you like you’ve been teasing me.”

  He took one of my breasts and squeezed it into his gaping mouth. He sucked hard on it and clamped his lips down on my nipple as he drew his head back. “ I can’t tell you how I’ve longed to do that,” he said. He found my other breast and sucked ferociously. His hands were on my bottom. He was digging into me with his fingers. “You’ve got such a shapely ass!” he said.

  I let him undo the belt and take off my military trousers.

  “Do I have any pimples?”

  “Let me take a look!”

  His hands went inside my panties and groped my flesh. I stood on the floor so I could remove my panties and he turned me so that my bottom was in his face. He squeezed and flattened his face against my buttocks, and I could feel his tongue slide between them. It felt strange and so very intimate. I could feel myself becoming wetter, electrified by the unusual sensation.

  I let him take his pleasure for a while. I bent over and his fingers slipped inside me. He bit me gently and licked my skin. But I didn’t want to be passive. I turned to face him. I really liked to look at his cock. We were both naked now. I touched his cock again and wet it with my mouth. Then I forced him back down on the bed and climbed on top of him.

  Gently, I lowered myself onto him and we started to move in rhythm. We were
facing one another. I reached behind and caressed his balls. I could feel his shaft right up inside me, very deep. He bucked a little but I controlled it from on top, keeping the rhythm slow and gentle. I even leaned back a little, wet my finger and touched it to my clit. His face was red and his eyes were wide and glazed. I started to massage my clit. He craned his neck so he could see and I felt him flex excitedly inside me.

  That was quite intense. I could feel the cheeks of my ass pressing softly against his balls, his hips bucking fiercely and his cock plunging deep and fast. As much as I tried to control it, he was too strong for me. Too quick. I leaned forward and let him bite my breasts. He played with my nipples between his teeth. I wasn’t sure which of us would come first, but I didn’t want it to be this fast so I tried to get off him. This felt so deliciously good but eventually, reluctantly I pulled free.

  I’d seen in Formula One that there are technicians in the pit lane who hold up signs for the drivers as they hurtle past the pits. P1 means position one.

  Now it was time to try P2.

  “I like it when you bite my nipples,” I said. “But do it softly.”

  He sat up and massaged my breasts and nipples. Then he let his tongue do the work. Gradually, naturally, he started to take more control until I found myself lying on my back being treated to the most glorious sucking kisses and nibbles.

  I touched myself. “Oh my god, I’m so wet!”

  “I perform very well in the wet,” he said.

  “I hope so!” I raised my legs into the air, and he ducked under them to line himself up. “Fast or slow, you decide,” I said. “But go in deep.”

  I watched him in the mirror on the wall. He was perfect in profile. His body was lean, sleek and firm. His rhythm was steady. His thrusts were strong. I closed my eyes. It was heavenly. If I close my eyes now I can still remember a ghost of the sensations. But there is nothing like the real thing.

  “Don’t come! Don’t come!” I screamed at him as his thrusts grew more and more powerful.

  I was fearful because he was so frenetic. I thought surely he would spill his seed in me this time. But he soothed me with slow caresses and pulled out, still hard, still eager, ready for P3.

  Now, my forearms were flat on the pillows and my bottom in the air. Torsten grasped my hips and took full control. I wanted to twist round and look, but with my face buried in the pillows there was nothing I could do. He found my sweet spot and I was totally under his command. I couldn’t even control the speed. He accelerated full on the throttle. My body buckled under unbearable forces. There were squeals, a sudden spurt and a final dramatic slide to the finish.

  I didn’t say anything for a while. But I was satisfied. I was more than satisfied.

  After a long silence, Torsten was the first to speak. “I think we were neck and neck on the qualifying round,” he said.

  “You mean that was only the qualifying round?”

  “The real thing is tomorrow,” he said. “If you’re still up for it.”

  “Oh, I’m up for it,” I said. “But aren’t there two qualifying rounds?”

  He looked up and down the length of my naked body stretched on the bed beside him. “If you’re on a hot lap, there are three … and we don’t have much time,” he said.

  I let my legs fall open. I wasn’t sleepy. I touched myself and showed him how much I still wanted him. “We have all night,” I said.

  “Then I think we might just squeeze something in.”

  The best place to stand at the Jiading circuit is at the entrance to turn 8, according to Torsten.

  “The drivers are coming out of a fast left-hander and suddenly have to flick right. They are pulling about three G through the chicane and you can see how good a driver is from the angle of his head. Only the good ones can actually see where they are going.”

  I couldn’t hear Torsten’s explanations very well but I was happy to stand with him on the corner. He stood behind me, in fact, with his arms clasped around me, shouting in my ear. We both became more and more excited as the cars whizzed past. Their engines were ferocious. The vibrations went right through me and made my whole body feel like it was turning to goo. Or maybe it was the effect of Torsten’s kisses at my ear and his sly hands between my legs under my skirt.

  Torsten had certainly learned to vary his pace. I noticed that Formula One drivers had more to them than just speed, too. Yes, they were quick on the straight but they slowed almost to a standstill on the corners. Perfection is not about straight line speed but knowing when to brake, how to go gently, when to wait and when to push hard.

  Torsten had all the qualities of a first rate driver. He touched me so lightly and deftly that nobody but me was aware of it. And yet his touch was firm and controlled and assertive. He touched exactly the right spot. Consistently. Expertly. Precisely. He brought me to a knee-bending, shuddering climax. And, for all the breathtaking beauty of the action on the plush red sofa, for all the night-long excitement on Torsten’s bed, I know that the touch of his fingers under my skirt, as I watched the action on the track, will always be my most cherished memory of that trip to Shanghai. And a very beautiful consequence of that subtle finger play under my skirt was that I became a Formula One fan and bought tickets to the British Grand Prix. Torsten extended his newly-discovered passion for travel and met me that summer in Silverstone.

  After two frenzied nights of lovemaking, he started to show signs of wear. He lay on his back staring at the ceiling while I toyed with the hairs on his chest.

  “I’ll let you have a little pit stop, then I want to try a different ride height,” I said.

  “Can’t you see there’s nothing left in the tank?”

  “That’s what the pit stop’s for.”

  “You aren’t allowed to refuel in the pit anymore.”

  “I can’t believe I’ve worn you out so fast.”

  “A car that still goes at the end of a race simply hasn’t been driven properly.”

  “I thought a carbon fiber monocoque was supposed to be indestructible.”

  “So that’s why you wanted me to be Monocoque.”

  “The truth is, you are made of something softer,” I said.

  The jibe pricked him into action and, with just a modicum of encouragement from me, he proved once again that he was, indeed, my Monocoque.

  “Will you be ready again for Hockenheim?”

  “Germany, Hungary, Belgium … all the way to Brazil,” he said.

  “Oh my, you’ve really caught the travel bug.”

  “It’s amazing what a passion for sport can do.”

  And what a year of passion that was for me and my hard Monocoque!

  Playing with the Big Boys

  Lexie Bay

  Friday Afternoon – Sales Meeting

  “We need this deal guys! I don’t care which one of you gets it but I need it signed and on my desk ASAP! Jay Morgan is only in town for the next few weeks and then he flies back to London and we’re done. Every agency in the city is after his business and I want us to be the ones to get it. Understood!?” Gary slammed his palm on his desk to emphasize his point. He was not one to hold back on his feelings when talking to his team, and these hand-slamming, chest-thumping speeches were a typical start to most meetings. Grace rolled her eyes.

  She looked around the room at the rest of the all-male sales team. New York slicksters with the gift of the gab, they all thought they would be the one to close this deal. As the new girl, she knew she needed to be the one to do that. She had to make her mark to keep her place on the team, and as the only woman she needed it more than any of them. Danny caught her eye and winked at her, flagrantly checking out her tits in a top that was perhaps an inch too low for business dress. She winked back and blew him a kiss while thinking “dickhead” to herself. Danny high-fived his buddies, Adam and Nathan. The three of them were inseparable and
totally competitive. She admired their drive, to a point. But sometimes it felt like they’d ice their own grandmother and use the body to climb another step higher.

  Still, they were smart and they were ambitious. Grace liked that, although she would never say that to their faces. She also had to admit, even more reluctantly, that they were all pretty hot, but she had to be careful. If she did decide to have some fun with any of these three, she had to make sure that work came first.

  After a lot of banter and bullshit, along with some actual discussion about the current sales targets, the meeting finally wrapped up and she followed the terrible trio into the break room for some coffee. They were all boasting about how they would be the one to get Jay Morgan to sign with the company, shouting outrageous claim after outrageous claim, trying to be the one to be heard as they all tried to outdo each other. She couldn’t help smiling at their enthusiasm, even if it was misplaced.

  Grace had met Jay Morgan once before at a party and she didn’t think he’d be impressed by any of them. To be honest, the first thing she had noticed about him was that he was undeniably handsome; tall, dark and the owner of a devastating smile. The next had been his complete focus and his total dedication to his business. She had discovered, with a little gentle flirting, that his only relaxation was golf, and this was where Grace knew she could get close enough to him to bring in this deal. As it happened, one of the most popular golf tournaments in the business calendar was coming up, and she knew that Jay would be there. The problem was, she couldn’t play as well as most of the guys, which meant that these three blowhards would all be better than her. The more tips she could pick up between then and now, the better. And if she could get these three show-offs to show her a thing or two, she might have a lot of fun doing it.