A Skater’s Fantasy

Katerina Bronislow was a picture of beauty and grace. The young champion glided to an abrupt stop, sparkles cascading from her silver blades as they bit into the ice. A moment of silence, then the music came back to life in a burst of joy, as the young woman flexed at the knees to push herself into another change-double- three.

Katerina concentrated on nothing but her routine and the sound of her skates slicing through the fine layer of liquid crystal that glazed the surface of the ice. Her next movement took her into the air as she spun three full revolutions counter-clockwise, landing on the left back outside edge of the blade. Her heart swelled with pride as she completed the difficult jump perfectly. In the distance, as if coming from another world, she heard the audience roar of approval. Now that the difficult triple-axel was done, the rest of her performance would be a piece of cake, she thought.

Katerina went through the remaining portion of the program almost without thinking, as she had done a hundred times before. Spiral, lutz…spreadeagle, a small-axel…change-to-double-three, change-loop… loop, bracket, double-three…

She began to hear the audience again, as she neared the end of her program the world began to come back into focus, her mind relaxed its complete concentra- tion on each coming motion. It was like waking up, or breaking the surface after a deep dive into water…

Then she was done, she struck the final pose and froze, body held perfectly still, arms flung above her head as if reaching for the heavens.

A split-second of silence (it seemed an eternity to Katerina), then the audience started to applaud, then one-by-one they stood, screaming their approval, throw- ing flowers, cheering. The young woman was stunned by the sudden deafening noise; faltered for a moment, then began to cry and laugh at the same time as she began the four corner bow required by tradition.

Kasha Malinov stood by the score box waiting for Kater- ina to skate her way there. As she finally approached; they hugged and kissed briefly as he added his praise to the general audience. “Kat, you were wonderful! I think I’ve never seen you skate better! I’m so proud of you.”

Katerina could barely hear her friend over the crowd’s acclaim, but she knew he was congratulating her, she knew that she had done well.

Coach came to sit beside the young skater, hugging her and yelling almost louder than anyone else. They sat side-by-side as the scores popped up one by one.

5.9 – 5.9 – 5.9 – 5.9 . . . Katerina couldn’t believe it, as 5.9 after 5.9 lit up on the judges score board.

She had won the women’s singles!

She had won, and the pressure was over. The adrenaline had already begun to drain from her veins at the moment the music had stopped. And now with the competition over, she felt tired, almost lethargic, as Coach helped her to stand, and they left the score box.

Katerina knew that Kasha would be the last of the men to skate, but now that the strain of competition was over, she wanted to see all the men perform. She certainly wanted to be in the audience to cheer on her team-mate, she couldn’t miss watching him in action.

After helping the young woman remove her skates, Coach left Katerina with security in the competitor’s area and went back down to the rink to be there during the final moments that every skater needed with their coach prior to taking the ice.

Davis Mandalay was on the ice as Katerina took her place in the stands, still breathing hard after her workout. She noticed Davis perform a perfect triple- lutz, then a double loop. Her gaze went to Kasha Malinov, she knew exactly what he was going through down there. She had just come though it herself. She knew that he, like her, would be saying to himself, ‘Why am I doing this? I hate this more than anything in the world’.

But, both of them knew that when a performance went well, there was almost nothing better. She smiled, remembering Kasha’s saying,. “A good skating perfor- mance is the most fun a person can have with their clothes on.”Coach always got upset when Kasha said that, but Katerina liked the saying, and always imagined her friend at those moments without his clothes on, ‘having fun.’

They had both come to Portland, Oregon from their native Poland to train with Coach Kalaman. There was no place like America to train. If one wished to attain a world-class reputation, training in America was almost a necessity these days. Coach had found Kasha Malinov shortly after he had won the European Championship. Katerina had competed there also, but at 15, she knew she was too immature to make a real impression on the stodgy judges.

But now at 18, and with much help from Coach, plus the rigorous 60 hours of practice each week, Katerina had felt ready. She felt good. Perfect, in fact! The results had proven her correct.

Kasha was limbering up now. Between performances, the men were doing minor jumps and spirals, trying to work the nerves out. Katerina knew it wouldn’t help, but they all did it anyway. Kasha was wearing his black satin dancer’s costume. Katerina loved that outfit, it made him look so manly, she thought.

His body was so fine to look at. Suddenly she felt guilty; Kasha was married and Katerina knew it was a sin to dream about a married man in such a way. Kasha and Diana Malinov had been married for almost five years. Katerina felt herself flush in a familiar feeling of jealousy. At times she almost hated Diana for her good fortune. Katerina was in love with her team-mate, and hated the thought of another woman pawing Kasha’s perfect body.

Katerina was brought back to the present when she heard the familiar strains of ‘A Prelude To Love’ by Brahm’s. That was Kasha’s music!!

The young woman leaned forward watching her team-mate take the ice. She sat with every nerve on-end, every muscle stretched tight, as if she were the one ready to perform.

He looked beautiful, his midnight-black hair glowed almost blue-black in the purplish spotlights shining down from high in the ceiling. He stood proud and erect, his legs spread in a heroic stance. Then the music took off, and so did Kasha Malinov.

She watched as he moved effortlessly into his first triple-triple-loop… Katerina was in love… every time Kasha performed she fell in love with him a little more. The young skater watched intently – wishing that she could be inside his strong male body. She wanted to feel his muscles move under his smooth skin, she wanted to touch him as he moved over the ice so confidently.

Another huge jump brought a soft whimper from her lips; yes, she was truly in love. Kasha jumped again, this time he seemed to fly into the air to an impossible height making more that three revolutions before land- ing his perfect salchow. Katerina wished she could ‘be’ him if only for a few moments, he was so powerful, so beautiful….

She would know what to do with his body, if she had it for even one evening, she thought. Yes – she would bring that wonderful body to her dormitory room after dark and make it please her. Oh yes – if only Kasha were single… She would know how to please him too, she squirmed a little in her seat at that thought.

-=*=-

Katerina could almost feel his skin under her hand. She imagined the texture of it on her fingertips. She would kiss him like he’d never been kissed before. She would press her body against his, then reach down to hold his powerful manhood in her fist. Oh that would be the most wonderful feeling, to actually touch his lovely tool, to undress him, to expose his body to her sight. Yes… to unzip him, to reach inside his clothes.

Katerina could feel her own arousal as the arousal of his hardening man-shaft forced her fingers wider as his wonderful, beautiful erection grew impossibly big with- in her grip. His arousal was so wonderful to see, his sexual organ so soft, yet hard and so warm.

She couldn’t help herself! She grasped it harder and began to pull and then push on the sensitive skin of his cock-shaft. She had never actually done anything like that before, but at the same time she knew that she was ‘jacking’ him off. And it made her even more excited to know that this beautiful man was ‘letting’ her do this to him.

The palm of her hand rubbed at his now slick sex, the feeling made Katerina almost faint. Her breath was coming in gasps, matching his, as he thrashed under her manipulation, muscles rippling. She thought that he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

Katerina watched with intense interest as Kasha’s wonderful member seemed to grow even stiffer, straining for release as her small hand worked up and down his shiny veined column. Then, almost without warning, his golden cock began to spurt golden sperm, gushing like a fountain; splattering all over the front of Katerina’s costume. Her eyes half-closed as she felt his hot spurts hit her chest. She could almost hear the splats, and most certainly feel the molten liquid seeping through the thin material of her skater’s costume to touch her skin.

She continued to jack him off in slow motion, leaning over him, taking his huge golden cock in both hands, caressing it against her neck. She moved her whole body with each thrusting movement, forcing more and more hot seed from his straining body. Katerina could feel his sperm on the back of her neck now, she knew it was in her hair too. She wondered how much sperm Kasha could produce; he seemed to go on and on. Katerina was almost out of her head with need for him. Her young body was on fire, the hot, sticky smell of him was everywhere.

It was the most natural thing that Katerina had ever done when she leaned forward and place her lips on the tip of Kasha’s beautiful cock, taking him into her mouth as far as possible. Her first sensation was the wonderful feeling of smooth delicate skin against her tongue, then almost Immediately she felt a gush of hot liquid splatting against the back of her throat, then another, and another. Katerina began to swallow, and kept swallowing.

It was all so wonderful. She knew she was pleasing Kasha. His orgasm was having a direct effect on her body too. Every time Kasha’s hot sperm shot down her throat, a wonderful spasm went straight to her pussy. Each time he spurted, her strong, athletic body experienced another sexual quake.

In a moment, his orgasm became hers. The feelings were so overpowering that Katerina couldn’t hold back any longer. Her body convulsed mightily; as her orgasm hit her full strength. She abruptly pulled her lips from Kasha’s still rigid manhood and screamed in pure ecstasy, still tasting his hot essence on her tongue.

Her voice – as she screamed in her orgasm – was super-human. It echoed from the rafters of the arena, multiplied a thousand times, ten thousand times… Katerina’s body convulsed once more, thrashing, and filling every hollow, every nerve with the most wonderful of feelings… she loved Kasha, she loved him…

-=*=-

The young skater sat back breathing as if she’d just finished a rigorous practice, exhausted. She could still hear the echoes of her ecstasy, she opened her eyes…. Her face went bright red in instant embarrassment. What had she just done? Looking around, expecting ridicule, disgrace.

Everyone was shouting and cheering. Katerina was bewildered for a moment. Were they congratulating her on her public orgasm?

Then her young mind cleared and she realized that Kasha had just finished his program… the realization that she had been fantasizing about her team-mate hit home in a rush.

Kasha Malinov was standing taking his bows at center rink. Katerina looked at the young man with new under- standing… and new plans running though her mind.

‘Sorry Diana,’ she thought with a new determined look in her eyes…