Keely Hodgkinson

Keely Hodgkinson drifted awake to the sounds of the city. Keeping her eyes closed, a smile drifted across her lips.

She was Olympic champion! All those years of work had paid off! And better than that, she had just had the best sex of her life!

The only way to celebrate her achievement had been a night out in Paris, and despite not sharing a common language, a large amount of **** hand seen the night end with the Brit heading back to the Village with a Brazilian gymnast.

Words hadn't been needed to do the deed, and after one of the most thrilling evenings of her life, she had fallen asleep in his bed instead of head back to her accommodation.

Glancing over her bare shoulder, she saw that she was alone: perhaps he had left for an early training session? In no mood to leave just yet, Keely rolled over, picked up her phone, and scrolled through the messages of congratulations from friends, family, and the wider public.

Just as her body was telling her it was time to start thinking about getting up, the bedroom door burst open, followed by loud male voices.

Keely clutched the bed sheet to her torso and struggled into a sitting position. It sounded like her lover had returned with a friend, none of her clothes where within reach, and the blonde girl didn't have a great desire to be seen nude by a stranger, especially whilst groggy and hungover.

"Err...hi," she smiled, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

Her lover said something to his friend in Portuguese, who laughed in response. Striding over to the bed, he grabbed Keely's wrist, and roughly yanked her out from under the sheets.

"Hey!" the Brit cried, unable to free herself from his vice-like grip. Before she knew what was happening, Keely was dragged across the room, and pushed out into the hallway.

"Hey, my clothes-!" she began, but the door was slammed shut, followed by the unmistakable sound of a door locking.

The blonde girl hammered desperately on the door, and after a few moments, it opened. Before she could rush back inside, the stranger locked lips with her and **** his tongue down her throat. After painfully squeezing her breasts, he pushed her backwards, and closed the door again.

Keely threw her arms across her bare torso, looking around in fear, her heart racing after the unexpected kiss.

She was stark naked, and her only clothes within two miles of her were behind a locked door. She was alone for the moment, but knew that wouldn't be the case for long.

Once her initial shock had died down, Keely realised that she was still holding her phone. She punched in a number, and clutched the device to her ear, praying that someone would pick up.

The alternative didn't bear thinking about.