1. Sara's Protégé


    Date: 3/30/2016, Categories: Interracial, Author: EricasDreams, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

    and cool, but you could tell it was going to warm up. My fading tan rejoiced in the Indian Summer! Everything went as planned, me acing my 8:00 a.m. midterm before reviewing a few points for my presentation scheduled at 10:00 a.m. That went just as well! I had some time, so I met a classmate for lunch at 12:30 p.m. before heading to the quiet of the library to get some reading done. I volunteer at a local charity, so afterward I spent some time there before heading back to the building at about five o'clock. Once back home at Fletcher Hall I hooked up with Emilie and a few other floormates for dinner. Then at about 6:30 p.m. Emilie, Jenna and I took a walk down to the shopping center. We each picked up a few things and headed back, the vigorous walk feeling great. I run and exercise regularly, but I had had a hard time working it in during that week. It had been a great day and it was almost the weekend! Back in the building I took a quick shower, threw on a pair of khaki shorts and a simple blue top, then met Emilie and Jenna in the lounge to relax. Kari and Grace were also there, but it was very quiet that night: a great way to unwind at the end of a busy day. The TV was on, but we mostly chatted. Then out of the blue at about 9:00 p.m. Kal burst through the door from the stairwell into the lounge. He was in shorts and a tank top dripping with sweat, apparently returning from a workout. No elevators for Kal! He gave us a quick wave as he hurried by, heading straight for ...
    his suite. We waved back. From where I sat I could look directly down the south corridor. Fletcher had ten floors and we were at the top. Each floor had two wings in an "L" configuration, and at the corner of the "L" were the bathrooms, showers and lounge for each floor. I watched Kal walk through the automatic fire door separating the south corridor from the lounge, then on a bit down the corridor to his suite on the left. Our suite was further down at the end. He reappeared a few minutes later, a small duffel bag in hand, but again he didn't say anything as he turned off to the showers. "Well, what's gotten into him?" questioned Kari, a boisterous, pretty blonde a little on the thick side, and the floor's lead gossip. "Normally he likes to flirt. Maybe the shower will do him good." Sure enough, about twenty minutes later Kal emerged from the showers. What we saw was awe-inspiring: he strutted his 6'4" frame toward us in just a pair of gray gym shorts and flip-flops, his white towel over his shoulder, his shower bag in hand. We all got to see his dark torso, arms, and legs rippling with muscles, his skin evidencing lingering dampness from the shower. He was built like an athlete with superb aerobic capacity and flexibility as well as strength. Every muscle and sinew was gracefully defined and developed, each in perfect proportion to the rest. He was a work of art! "What's up Kal in Cali?" Kari inquired. "It's not often we're treated to visuals like this!" Kari was a shameless ...
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