Adult Comment: WRONG SIDE OF TOWN knew it the next evening was upon me. Karen was dressed in shorts and a white tee with a training bra underneath. Nothing too risque but it was first time I saw her thighs. I felt pretty hyper. We went to the University gym. I basically ran her through the intro session I had undergone. She was comfortable with this but 45 minutes into it she said, "lets get out of here and walk the trail." Now this trail is a gorgeous trail. It winds along lush greenery on either side sometimes shaded entirely by the overhead canopy. Benches are scattered at regular intervals.. I was glad to get away from the stifling stench of sweat and hormones in the gym to the freedom and freshness of the trail. The conversation was light and easy. We rested awhile on a bench talking some more. This was starting to become something else. The entire atmosphere mesmerized me. The trail, the glow setting sun, the warm light breeze, and the sheen of perspiration on her neck, the slow rise and fall of her breasts and glitter of the pendant between them when the fading sun hit it just right.
