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Supernova
- Joined
- Sep 20, 2013
- Location
- United States
Fall was rather beautiful around here. The trees would turn the most spectacular colors. Fire reds, vibrant oranges and jewel toned yellows dotted the landscape of the hills of North Carolina. And not too far away was the pristine, untainted beaches. Yes, it was a treat to live here. Aurora Josephine Rose Delacroix was excited one again for the “official” season to get underway. She was a senior in college. Then again, her degree was taking her 5 years so she would be swimming for another year. It happened when she picked a double major and double minor and was hell bent on doing them both. It kept her busy to say the least and left little social time to get good grades. But she enjoyed school for the most part, so she didn’t complain all that often. Might as well do it right? Instead of having to go back later on because she chose the wrong career path. Swimming was her life. She had been swimming since she was a small child. She had been swimming competitively since she was only 5 years old. Now at 21, she was a well seasoned swimmer.
Aurora was a very beautiful woman. She had a body that most women envied. The curvy, hourglass shape. The big beautiful breasts and the nice backside. Strong, athletic legs and nice toned arms. She was no runway sized model but she was not fat by any means. No thigh gap, visible hip bones or protruding collarbone. She was a nice shape. And she loved that. She had thick beautiful brown/redish hair that well in soft waves down past her bra line. Light freckling under her eyes, nose and her cheekbones was only seen in the right lighting. A few splashed of freckles were around her face. Her eyes were a nice lighter green with amber notes inside the iris that only seemed to be visible in direct sunlight. A pair of full lips that were soft completed her look. She was religious about applying chapstick.
Ryan Callahan was her assistant coach. She had known him since a freshman. And they were good friends in a sense. He allowed her to come and talk any time she needed it. Everyone said she was one of his favorites. Mainly because she was one of (if not the best) swimmer on the team. She was even captain! Maybe that was why he seemed to “favor” her more than the other girls possibly. Aurora would be lying if she said that he was unattractive. He was incredibly attractive like a lot of girls thought. But he was older and it was inappropriate. So she never acted on it and thought of other things. It was Friday and she noticed he was off. During practice, he wasn’t the same. He was distant and seemed to have something on his mind. His face reflected it.
She finished her shower, her body smelling of sweet citrus. Nice and fresh. She was now wearing a different outfit, something comfy but still sexy. She wore a pair of yoga pants, conforming to her young frame. Her top was the matching black jacket, the bejeweled angel wings on the back watching the small ones on the folded over band of the pants. It was not zipped up all the way, exposing her cleavage and showing hints of the hot pink lace bra underneath. Her outfit clung to her body and showed it off, but left some things to the imagination. But it wasn’t more cleavage than she had shown to him before. Was she doing it on purpose? Not exactly. Maybe...subconsciously perhaps? She went over to Ryan’s office, knocking lightly on the door frame. “Ryan?” She asked innocently, her standing in the doorway. She adjusted her swim bag and backpack, smiling gently. “Can I talk to you?” Aurora asked him softly. She tousled her wet hair, pulling it from her shoulders a bit.
Aurora was a very beautiful woman. She had a body that most women envied. The curvy, hourglass shape. The big beautiful breasts and the nice backside. Strong, athletic legs and nice toned arms. She was no runway sized model but she was not fat by any means. No thigh gap, visible hip bones or protruding collarbone. She was a nice shape. And she loved that. She had thick beautiful brown/redish hair that well in soft waves down past her bra line. Light freckling under her eyes, nose and her cheekbones was only seen in the right lighting. A few splashed of freckles were around her face. Her eyes were a nice lighter green with amber notes inside the iris that only seemed to be visible in direct sunlight. A pair of full lips that were soft completed her look. She was religious about applying chapstick.
Ryan Callahan was her assistant coach. She had known him since a freshman. And they were good friends in a sense. He allowed her to come and talk any time she needed it. Everyone said she was one of his favorites. Mainly because she was one of (if not the best) swimmer on the team. She was even captain! Maybe that was why he seemed to “favor” her more than the other girls possibly. Aurora would be lying if she said that he was unattractive. He was incredibly attractive like a lot of girls thought. But he was older and it was inappropriate. So she never acted on it and thought of other things. It was Friday and she noticed he was off. During practice, he wasn’t the same. He was distant and seemed to have something on his mind. His face reflected it.
She finished her shower, her body smelling of sweet citrus. Nice and fresh. She was now wearing a different outfit, something comfy but still sexy. She wore a pair of yoga pants, conforming to her young frame. Her top was the matching black jacket, the bejeweled angel wings on the back watching the small ones on the folded over band of the pants. It was not zipped up all the way, exposing her cleavage and showing hints of the hot pink lace bra underneath. Her outfit clung to her body and showed it off, but left some things to the imagination. But it wasn’t more cleavage than she had shown to him before. Was she doing it on purpose? Not exactly. Maybe...subconsciously perhaps? She went over to Ryan’s office, knocking lightly on the door frame. “Ryan?” She asked innocently, her standing in the doorway. She adjusted her swim bag and backpack, smiling gently. “Can I talk to you?” Aurora asked him softly. She tousled her wet hair, pulling it from her shoulders a bit.