Chapter 32 - Logan
The USWNT handled Canada by the same score as the last time the two teams met, 2-0, advancing to a quarterfinal date with the host nation. Logan had much to look forward to.
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Most of Solomon’s family and teammates left for home once judo and the other various events in which they competed were over, but Solomon elected to stay and support Logan in her quest for gold. He and his bronze medal were prominent deputized members of Uncle Sam’s Army for a tense semifinal victory over Brazil that took overtime before Leah Beierle’s goal from a corner kick broke a 2-2 deadlock and sent the United States to the gold medal game, a rematch with France.
Solomon and Logan became inseparable over the weeks in Rio, and unless Logan was attending a team function, she could be found with the 90 kilo judo bronze medalist.
“I feel like going swimming,” Solomon said one night as he lay on his bed with Logan, the two of them tangled up in each other’s arms and legs.
“The pool here is gross,” Logan replied. “It’s always packed and by now I don’t even want to imagine what might be in that water with all the hooking up that’s been going on since events have started ending and people have been down for more fun.”
“I know; I wouldn’t go near that pool. I was actually thinking of another pool. The Olympic pool. Where we watched the diving,” Solomon answered.
“Just how are we supposed to get in there?” Logan asked.
“Think about it; Brazil is playing in the soccer semifinal in a little while. Do you really think security at the swimming and diving center is going to be anybody’s top priority? Besides, I have a skeleton key to get into any venue in Rio, remember?” Solomon lifted the ever-present bronze medal from his chest and dangled it in front of Logan.
“You’re crazy,” Logan said, looking into Solomon’s eyes. “But I like it. We ought to at least try. Let me go back and get my suit.”
Solomon rose to his feet. “Who said anything about swimsuits? The only thing I’m wearing into that pool is my medal.”
Logan laughed. “You and that medal. Are you ever planning to take it off?”
“Nope! Wait until you get yours. You’ll see,” Solomon teased. “Now let’s go. I can’t wait any longer.”
After some major league eyelash-batting from Logan and medal-flashing from Solomon, the pair flirted and snuck their way into the darkened Olympic swimming and diving venue with the promise that if they were discovered they’d claim they broke in completely on their own. As Solomon figured, the eyes of all Brazilians were on the Maracana Stadium, site of Brazil’s soccer semifinal match. Nobody was paying attention to an empty pool.
Alone in the venue, Logan and Solomon admired the expanse of water, so still it could have been a pane of glass. They walked over to the diving boards, three meters above the pool, and platform, which looked even higher than its actual ten-meter height.
“Want to?” Logan asked Solomon, holding onto the railing for the ladder leading to the platform.
“I don’t love heights, and there’s no way I’m jumping, but I’ll go up and have a look around, sure,” Solomon replied.
Solomon climbed behind Logan, both as a safety net and to enjoy the view of her toned calves rippling each time she extended her legs. When they reached the top, they held hands and slowly approached the edge, peering down into the water.
“Yikes.” Said Logan. “This makes all the stuff we watched even more impressive.”
Solomon looked down again and then all around, imagining being up on the platform in front of a packed house, imagining the adrenaline rush that would come with a perfect dive.
Lost in his daydream, he didn’t even notice that Logan was stripping down to her swimsuit, or to be more precise, her birthday suit.
“Wow, Logan, I…” He stammered.
“Aren’t you the one who suggested skinny-dipping? And now you’re all bashful? Don’t worry, you can keep your medal on, champ,” she joked.
Solomon didn’t need an engraved invitation. He pulled off his t-shirt, and kicked off his shorts, standing stark naked across the platform from an equally bare Logan Lowery.
“I would be so dead if Coach P could see me now,” Logan said, her hands strategically placed to cover as much of her nakedness as she could.
“Yeah, I don’t think this is exactly what the Prime Minister had in mind when he told me how ‘proud Fiji and her people were’ of me. But who cares? They’ve all enjoyed themselves at our expense, right? It’s time we had something just for ourselves.”
Solomon stepped across the platform, placing a hand on Logan’s face, and kissed her deeply. Logan’s bashfulness receded as she returned the kiss, feeling Solomon’s medal swing and come to rest atop her breasts. Their hands explored each other’s sides and backs, fingertips dancing on bronzed flesh.
Breaking the kiss, they exchanged a smile and then a deep stare. “Winning this medal, I thought, was going to be the greatest thing that I’d ever done. Or had ever happened to me. But I was wrong. Nothing could make me happier than you. You’re driving me crazy, Logan Lowery.”
Logan kissed Solomon again, and his arms enveloped her. She reached down and felt his ample manhood hardening against her. He gasped at her touch.
Squeezing his cock to emphasize her point, Logan looked Solomon in the eye. “If you want this anywhere near me, meet me in the pool.”
With that, Logan took two steps and leapt from the platform, slicing through the water as straight as a pencil, surprised that even jumping from three stories up, she didn’t touch bottom.
Solomon was stunned, but despite his protestation that he couldn’t possibly jump, Solomon smartly ditched his medal onto the pile of clothes and he took the plunge. Logan had resurfaced off to the side, and after recovering from the impact, Solomon joined her there.
Solomon put his back to the side, holding himself up with outstretched arms. Logan wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed, hungrily. Their bodies slick in the water, Logan swung first one leg behind Solomon and then another, reaching down to position him accordingly. Satisfied that he was at her entrance, she sank slowly down, pulling herself tight against him as she accepted inch after seemingly endless inch. Solomon’s head rolled back onto the edge, and moaned softly toward the night sky. He had to remain virtually still in order to keep their heads above water, and after some trial and error, Logan found a good position and rhythm.
Her feet ran up and down his legs, her hands exploring his muscled torso, at times her entire weight held up by a combination of natural buoyancy and Solomon’s powerful cock. The sensations were indescribable for both of them, and Logan settled on placing her hands on Solomon’s broad shoulders, using them to pull herself up and then driving her hips back down.
Sometimes, she’d leave him buried inside and just let him throb, her heartbeat struggling to match the invader filling her so well. During one such interlude, Solomon lifted his head and whispered to Logan.
“I love you. You mean everything to me.”
Hearing those words, Logan kissed her man deeply, climaxing as she ground herself against his torso.
Solomon could feel her trembling, and he encouraged her. “That’s it. Come for me. Come all night for me if you want to. I love you so much.”
Logan began rutting frantically, wanting the reward of Solomon’s orgasm. She wanted it so badly, to give him even the tiniest portion of the pleasure ripping through her body.
Solomon placed his heels on the side of the pool and thrust forward, reaching down to cup Logan’s ass with one hand and force himself deeper inside. Trying to hold her in place was like trying to lasso a cyclone, and Solomon could feel her climaxing again and again. The spasms came from deep within her, and each one massaged his length and drove him closer to the inevitable.
“Keep fucking me, Logan. I’m close. I’m going to let go and hold you with both hands and let us sink under the water while we come together.”
“Yes! I need you to come, please come let me feel you come!”
Hips still churning violently, Solomon pulled Logan tight against him and pushed off the wall, emptying his lungs into the pool as they sank. The lovers squeezed each other in an embrace unlike any had ever known, so tight they became one, Solomon flooding into Logan as they sank deeper into orgasmic oblivion.
Solomon thought he’d never stop coming, his lack of oxygen amplifying the climax tenfold. He never stopped to consider asking if Logan was using any protection, but he didn’t care. As they sank nearer the bottom, into water that got darker by the inch, both of their eyes flew open and they nodded their agreed need to return to the surface. Logan exploded out of the water first, gasping for air. Solomon arrived seconds later, gulping in breaths of his own.
Basking in their shared bliss, the pair swam lazily about the enormous pool, laughing, touching, and talking. Neither relished the thought of climbing back up for their shed clothing, but Logan held the trump card – Solomon’s medal was up there, so begrudgingly, he made the climb. And Logan took her turn to admire Solomon’s sculpted legs and flawless ass.
I feel like I’ve already won, she thought as she watched him.
How did people stand to be this much in love? She might never know. But she’d ride the wave of Solomon Kano until the end.