After the Game

Storm felt on top of the world as Michael carried her back through the corridors. For such a small guy he was incredibly strong, and she enjoyed the weightless feeling as he held her effortlessly. All around her she could smell the distinctive smell of male arousal. The other men strolled along next to Michael, staring at Storm hungrily. She could sense their horniness, and she knew that they couldn\'t wait to get in her. The thought made her instantly wet. She felt the warm heat dripping onto her thighs and soaking into the towel which Michael had flung across her. She sighed softly as he planted gentle butterfly kisses across her face and neck. He began on her forehead and worked his way down, leaving no part of her untouched. His lips brushed across her collar-bone and he quickly moved the towel aside. She heard Stephan and Martin moan as they saw her heaving breasts, shiny with sweat and cum. Michael swirled his tongue around her nipple and then took it into his mouth. He sucked on it gently, creating a delicious rush of energy through her body. Storm leaned backwards in his arms and allowed the sensation to take her over.

\"Oh, Michael, yeah!\" she groaned, running her hands through his hair. \"Keep going!\" Michael sucked harder and allowed his teeth to gently graze her breast. He looked up momentarily and his eyes met hers. A bolt of electricity passed between them in that second. They were two people hopelessly in love with each other. Soon Storm felt him put her down ever so gently. She was lying on her back, and the men were crowding around her like ravenous beasts. She looked around and saw to her amazement that she was in the players\' box by the side of the rink! The stadium was dark and quiet, an, and there was nobody around. The empty grandstands stretched above them like eerie skeletons, and their sounds echoed off the high ceiling.

--- Sorry it\'s so short, tbc soon...---