IC Day 8 - Give Olga a massage

You should do it. You can't ask Olga to do that for you... it would be too embarrassing. You know how to give a massage. You are not a pro, but you can do it.

"I will," you say, and hop up.

Olga looks happy, but she's blushing. You remember that you are topless, and they... they just swung around like crazy when you stood up. You turn red and put your t-shirt back on.

Amy has plenty of massage stuff, but all you need is oil and a towel. You have never done this, but in Sweden you got massages sometimes. You know what to do. You warm the oil between your hands and spread it over Olga's body. She's firm, and very tense. It's a perfect opportunity to look at her closely... she has a nice tan, and with her clothes off, some words in Russian or Bulgarian tattooed on her hip... kind of sexy.

She is in really good shape... and her body looks even better oiled up. Once the oil is in you rub her down and then work on the tension. She moans quietly when you hit tight spots. You like it when she reacts that way.

You finish her back, and she flips over. Her nipples are hard, and matching her blushing face. You put more oil on your hands and get to work, but only get shy when you get to her thighs... and that is when you notice what you have been doing. You are leaned against the table, your pelvis touching it, pressing on it... not quite humping it, but...

You quickly keep rubbing the oil on Olga's body, but you stiffen up when you feel her fingers touch your thigh.

...she noticed. You look at her apologetically, and she smiles.

Her fingers slide up, under your t-shirt, to your hip, where she plucks at the waist of your panties... then slides around to lightly squeeze your rear end.

"It is OK," she says. She wants you to do it? You are pretty close. You can feel a drop of moisture running down your thigh. You can't help it! You were nervous.

She squeezes, and that feels amazing...

One of your oily hands is on her breast, and you feel her hard nipple against your palm. She squeezes and you squeeze. You lean, forward, biting your lip. She uses her hand on your bottom to pull your hips against the table until you gasp and collapse on her, your legs shaking and the crotch of your panties totally soaked...

She laughs and rubs your back.

"I thought the one on the table is the one who cums," she says.

You jump up embarrassed and flee the room. You did not mean to do that... she totally saw everything.

...but at lunch, she sits next to you.

You apologize. She's trying not to laugh.

"I enjoyed it," she says. "It was a good massage."

It wasn't. It was totally selfish and...

Olga leans over and kisses your cheek.

After lunch, all the other teams get free time, but not yours. Motoko puts you all in a classroom and lectures on tactics, showing you clips from the practice match yesterday and pointing out weaknesses.

You have to deal with that all the way until dinner... you don't even understand half of what Motoko talks about. She is so hardcore.