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Subject: Aleta by carol marie Aleta It was past midnight when I left the club, tired and aching, my muscles were tight from the workout and I didnt feel like the long bike ride home. I stood outside in the cool night air and waited for my mind to make up its decision making. Womyn and men made their way out of the closing club. Some had terry cloth towels wrapped around their shoulders, clad only in the shorts and tank tops from the aerobics class. Others wore headbands tightly wound around their sweaty heads. Some glanced my way and waved, but kept walking to their cars. In the coolness of the night, I felt as my own sweat dried upon my flesh, wishing I had showered before I left. There was a cleaning crew getting out of their van near the back parking lot. Most of the cars had left the lot, and there alone in the single bike rack stood by Schwinn Champion. A bike from yesteryear. Susie Markland, one of the dancers that led the aerobics classes was coming out of the club when she ran smack into one of the custodians. She fell to the ground. I ran to help her get up as the guy who mowed her down said something in spanish at her. It didnt sound pretty, but then again I dont speak the language so didnt have a clue. “Thanks Cary”, she said as she dusted off her bottom, “I didnt see that guy” “No problem” I said after offering her my arm to help her rise. “Are you going home?”, she asked me as she headed for her car. “Uh yea, Im just procrastinating about the ride home”, I said as I motioned for my bike. “Do you want a lift? I could put it on my rack?” “No, thanks..I am goingt o do it, just need the mindset” “Ok, well, dont stay out here too long, getting late. I think Aleta is still inside if you want to decide in there” “Thanks. Might just wait inside” “Goodnight Cary” “Goodnight Susie”, and with that I watched as her white volvo pulled from the lot and was quickly out of sight before I could tell her yes, lets put it on your rack. Another slow thought that bit the dust. I walked back to the front door and pulled open the ride side. A bell rang as I went in. I heard Aletas’ voice saying the club was closed, come around the corner. “Its just me, Cary Dorfeld, Susie said I could wait inside awhile longer” “OK”. Although I had never met Aleta face to face, I had seen her in the club for many months now. She was a tall statuesque Goddess. Her chocolate was flawless and her eyes were wide and bright green. Her mouth was formed perfect for kissing and I often wondered who had that luxury. She stood about 6 ft and sometimes wore heels which accentuated her height. I often would see her running on the moveable tracks in the clubs rotundra. Some rumors said she had been an Olympic contender for long distance when she was younger. I saw her once at the Universitys’ track fleeting by like Hermes..gifted and beautiful and swift. I dont think she ever saw me. She was often in the company of a tall African American man, whose features as well were heavenly made. In fact, I can remember remarking to myself on occasion, how perfectly matched they were. It might have been the rare occasion in my life where i spied perfection and wasnt jealous of it. I called out to her, wanting to know how long she planned on being here. I thought I might take that much needed shower after all. “Excuse me, Aleta?”, I waited for her to answer me. When she didnt, I walked in the direction of where i first heard her voice coming from. The directors office door was ajar and I saw her bent over near a file and so I cleared my throat not wanting to startle her. “Ahem, Aleta” She turned around to see me, and then smiled. “Yes Cary, what is it? You are looking good these days, by the way” Wow, she had seen me….and feeling pretty good at that kocaeli escort bayan comment. “I was uh..wondering, just how long you were going to be here tonight. Was thinking I could use a shower”, I said as I made the motion of sniffing under my arms, just as a joke. “I was going to shower after my work out, but things got going a little slower tonight and well the time….”, and she stopped me, laughing a bit and said, “No need to explain, I was heading that way myself. The cleaning crew should be here and then after they leave, we can use the showers. I hope you wont mind waiting. Its just more private that way” “No, thats fine. Great. Thanks Aleta. I think I will go swim a few laps while I wait.” “Hey now, that sounds like a great idea, I think I will join you. Care to race?”, she said as she whipped around and pulled her sweats from her legs, tossed them aside and ran for the pools doors, just as the cleaning crew came around the corner. I heard a wolf whistle blare, and then laughter rang throughout the vacant health club. In our haste to race, we had forgotten about the crew and there we now stood, naked from the waist down, our fur collectively exposed. We raced just as quickly back into the directors office and slammed the door, laughing louder than the chiming of the clock, announcing the 1 o’clock mood. We laughed and talked for the better part of an hour, sometimes looking out the door trying to see whether or not they had left. When the clock chimed 2 am, we heard the front door close and lock behind us. She then said as she headed for the door, “Last one in is a rotten egg” and she tore out of that office quicker than lightning. She was funny, in a ha ha way. Clever and quite assertive. While talking with her I learned that she had taught dance at UCLA for years and then had left the school system for other rewards. She had moved to the Bay Area and settled in the San Geronomo Valley. For a few years she taught local dance classes at the junior college and then decided she wanted out of the educational system all together. She landed a cush job teaching aerobics at a small congregational church just outside of San Anselmo, before taking a job at the local health club. It had started as just a handful of womyn, but after 5 years there, the group had grown to 25 people, men and womyn alike. As the group changed, so did the amount of total fitness…At first just some current dance steps and then a more rigorous workout. When I would watch her class, I often wondered to myself whether or not I would be capable to handling the workout. Now I always prided myself on my talents as a swimmer, having won medals in the AAU when I was younger. But here was this African Goddess challenging me to a race in the clubs pool. When I went through the double doors into the Aqueous Chamber. She stood poised on the coping stone, her toes hanging over the edge. She wore a small racing suit made o In the lone light that hung suspended, the water rippled with small waves waiting for the ensuing race. She turned to look at me. She was smiling and in some way I could tell she was anxious for the games to begin. She said, “Come on Cary, scared? Or do you want to watch me beat you from this end?”, and she laughed and positioned herself once again. She was haunched like when I raced semi pro. I quickly tore my shirt from me and my shorts, leaving only my bikini briefs and a bra. “Nice swimwear,” she said and smiled as she gave me the once over. I took my place next to her. “On the count of 3, we go..once across and then back.” “OK. I’m ready,” she said and took in a deep breath, waiting for me. We counted together and then dove in, doing shallow water dives, coming up clean and sprinting. At first she kocaeli escort held me by 2 full lengths but on the turnaround, I came shooting up like a marlin and beat her by 3 lengths. When we surfaced, with rapid breath, she called out to me, “Double or nothing?” “What the heck are we racing for?” “Winner buys dinner,” she said spitting water and catching her breath. “OK, you’re on,” I said and positioned myself once again on the edge. On the count of 3 we dove again into the cool blue. She had me for the most part the entire race, but when we clearly had less than a meter, I took the lead and got to the starting point first by about 3 lengths. It was almost as if she had ceded to me on purpose. We showered together in the womyn’s lounge. She on one wall and me on the opposite. Sometimes I would catch glimpses of her body as she washed, but I was clever enough to hide my peering eyes, just in case she wasn’t of the same persuasion as myself. A few times I thought I saw her watching me as well. I wondered if she saw me blush? Since it was well past 3 when we left the club, I suggested that breakfast would probably work better for us. She agreed to breakfast, but also added that she would love to take me out to dinner as well. Well, if that wasn’t a come on, what was? I suggested that we grab a bite just then and perhaps meet for dinner later that evening. She thought that was a great idea. She asked whose car we should take to breakfast and I remembered that I still had my bike locked up. She suggested that we put the bike inside her car, lest anyone see it as a present for their sticky fingers. It took us a little over a half hour to try and figure out just how to put it in her Saab, but finally we managed. We had breakfast at a small place in the Industrial part of San Rafael. A funky little place patronized by truck drivers and bus drivers. Some left their busses parked out front while they came and jammed food down their throats. It was riotous watching them. Never saw food slammed so quickly before. When we left the cafe, we were both a bit tired. First our nightly workouts, then the swimming races. I knew I needed a nap before I set about to do Saturday things. I asked her what her plans for the day were and she said she really didn’t have a clue just yet, she just wanted to take a nap. She said that she would drop me at my place and then head home. I accepted the offer, though was clearly saddened that this time with Aleta would end so soon. I had grown fond of her in the few short hours that we had spent together. At the risk of blowing this new friendship off the planet, I asked her if she cared to take a nap at my place, before driving up and over the mountain. She thought that was a good idea. I beamed. I think she saw it. I was glad. Once at my place, it took us another half hour to get the blasted bike out of the car, a few times almost breaking the side window of her car. Once out I vowed never to ride to the gym again. We both laughed hard, but it was a weary laughter. I knew sleep would soon take us. Even though I lived alone, my guest room was not in the best of shapes, having thrown the majority of my belongings there, rather than hanging them up at times. It had just seemed as a more convenient place to put things. I started to pick things up and throw them in the closet when Aleta came up behind me and said that if I didn’t mind. she would share my bed with me. I agreed, kicking the shoes under the bed as I said so. I gave her an extra pillow that hadn’t been used in a long time and stillresembled a big fluffy pillow instead of the smashed head lifter I had. I gave her a fleece throw my mother had recently bought me as a Chanukah present and I slipped izmit eve gelen escort under the comforter. She whined and said she would rather be under the comforter too, saying that the fleece would make her too warm. I said OK and she threw the blanket off the bed and started to disrobe. I was standing there staring when she smiled and said, “Uh, see something you like darling?” I stuttered trying to get the words out, blushing like some big red apple and answered her, saying, “Um, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be staring, its just that you are so beautiful, really.” “Thank you Cary. I am quite attracted to you too. I just love your shoulders,” she said as she came closer to me and put her hands on me She worked the muscles in my shoulders and neck. Her long slender fingers made the massage seem like she was born to rub me. Chills raced through me. I loved the contrasting colors of her dark skinned hands on my pale complexion. I felt her curls when she came up behind me. The small tight ringlets that formed the V where her core began. I felt the strength in her legs, the legs that raced me in the pool. And when she wrapped her arms around my neck and shoulders, pulling me to her. I kissed her arms, feeling the long hairs that adorned her soft flesh. I kissed her. My lips brushed her arm. I reeled in the perfume that was her. It was citrus with lilac. Her own lips graced the back of my neck. I felt the softness of her lips and then the wet poise of her tongue. Leaning my head back, I felt as she nuzzled my neck, leaving small hickeys when she sucked hard on my neck. I didnt try to stop her, but more so pushed my body back into hers. She was wild this womyn who stood behind me, pushing her own mons up into my ass. I grabbed at her with my hands flailing behind me and reached into the mighty V that held her. She parted her legs just slightly and allowed me to slip into her tightness. I was born again in her power. She enveloped me. My lust intertwined with hers. She came around and faced me. Bending down, her hands lifted my face up to hers. Again she kissed me. This time, I felt my eyes closing, lost in some dream world that had me as hers for an eternity. Electricity coursed through me. I even felt myself spurt just from the excitement of being with her. She took my hand and led me to the bed, removing my clothing slowly. She undid my sweats, pushing them with her legs to the floor, then dropping to her knees to bury her face in my mons. I gasped, reveling in her touch. She pushed me back on the bed and spread my legs wide. I started to protest and then thought to myself to stop. I didn’t want her to stop. She had been my wet dream since I started going to the gym. She pushed her tongue up under my hood, pushing it back, exposing me. I watched as her head moved in a pumping fashion, then from side to side. She licked up one side of my sex, then the other side. She kept her hands resting on my thighs, sometimes caressing the skin beneath her fingers. I loved watching her, loved the color of her skin on mine. She stayed that way until I erupted, and then I pulled her up to me to kiss her lips. How wonderful to taste myself on her lips. I let my fingers trace circles around her dark aureoles, bringing the almost purple circle to hardened peaks. I bent my head down to enclose a perfect nipple into my eager mouth, and felt as she pushed a large finger into my already steaming pussy. I swallowed her whole with that one. My body perspired heavily, my breath rapid, my pulse beating louder, on fire as she pumped inside of me. Her beautiful chocolate skin lying next to me. The Yin and Yang of life. We cradled each other that morning. Slept for 5 hours and then awakened to more lovemaking, the next times even hotter than the first. I wanted to tell her about love, but knew it to only be about lust, but each time I came, the feelings became more intense and each time she came, she shuddered and whispered my name, then cried my name into a new day… carol marie

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