Eolake Stobblehouse
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Letter of the week, from James

In early morning, following my regular routine, I went for a short jog around campus. The air was crisp and cold outside, but it was a clear mid-winter day. It was still early, so there were very few people out and about. I enjoyed the run in silence, nodding to the occasional passerby. Afterwards, I returned to my dorm to clean up.

Although my building had both men and women, they were separated by floors. Each floor had 4 triples, sharing a single hall bathroom with dual shower stalls and sinks. I was in the middle of brushing my teeth, when a beautiful blonde walked through the door. I had met her briefly the day before, she was called Tiffany. I had just finished showering, and was rather embarrassed to be caught with just a towel wrapped around me. Tiffany surprised me by asking, "Oh, excuse me, do you mind if I take a shower?" She was a visitor and probably didn't realize that this was a men's floor, and that there was a women's floor, just one floor down. I thought she was asking for some privacy, so I responded that I was almost done. Tiffany surprised me further by telling me, "It's ok, take your time."

I could only stare in mute silence as she began to undress. She was wearing only a long t-shirt with no underwear beneath, so she was completely naked in no time, right before my eyes. She was quite pale, and had very faint tan lines. Her breasts were small and pert, but perfectly symmetrical. Her nipples were slightly pointed from the cold air in the bathroom. She had a short tuft of blonde below. It was clear from her slim figure and flat stomach that she likely exercised regularly.

Knowing that I was watching her, she looked up and smiled at me. Not knowing what else to say, I dumbly stated, "You are really beautiful." Smiling again at me, she proceeded to let down her hair. Once free, her hair reached nearly to her thighs. She stepped into one of the shower stalls, and although there was a shower curtain, she did not draw it shut, allowing me full view as she washed her beautiful body. Not wanting to be rude and stare the entire time, I proceeded to lather up to shave, glancing over periodically in appreciation.

Once I was done shaving, all there was left was to dress myself. I was still a little embarrassed, but I removed my waist towel anyways. After I had removed my waist towel, I noticed that she had quietly stepped out of the shower, and was watching me. She smiled at me, but said nothing while I continued to dress and she toweled herself off. Still amazed at her wonderful body, I watched as she worked out the last drops of water from her hair. She tilted her head back and shook her hair to loosen it, then wrapped the towel around her body, just barely covering her womanly features. Smiling at me one final time, she said "Thanks for letting me shower." I smiled back at her, and said, "No, thank you."

I spent the rest of the morning and week in happiness, not explaining to anyone else what I had experienced. Her beauty in that morning experience remains with me still.

James, New England