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beach passed by under her bare feet. She was closing on one of the black
men. There were nine black men this year which was strange as no blacks
had ever tried out for lifeguard positions in Stony Harbor before and
this was Stella's third year. Even stranger, all nine back men were
muscular giants, more boxers or linebackers then the tall, lean
basketball player build so many black men possessed. They shouldn't have
been this fast with all that muscle mass, but most didn't even seem to
be straining.
"Nice day for a run," said the black man she was closing on. "Name's
Booker."
"Stella." The man wasn't even panting and they were closing on three
miles out.
"You're returning right? I'd sure like someone to show me around town
tonight."
"Sorry, have plans," said Stella slowly, still controlling her
breathing.
Booker didn't reply to her rejection. He just slowed down and Stella
sped past him. She glanced behind her. Donna was chugging along far
behind, but not the last. Booker slowed till Donna caught up with him
and Stella got the impression the black man was asking Donna the same
thing he had just asked her. Such arrogance!
Donna was clearly the hotter of the two female lifeguards. She wasn't
necessarily prettier then Stella, but she was a lot more feminime. Long
straight blonde hair, large breasts and sexy hips. Donna taught areobics
during the winter and kept in great shape. Stella was attractive, but
more athletically minded. She was blonde too, but kept it short and
wavy. She was lean and wiry with smaller, perky breasts and strong
runner's legs.
The thirtyfive aspiring lifeguards reached the outlying area of Stony
Harbor where the huge beach houses stood. Stella glanced over at them
and saw a lone black man standing on the upper deck on one of the beach
houses with a telescope beside him. That's when the nine black runners
cut loose. Booker quickly passed Stella again without looking at her and
soon nine black men were leading the pack far ahead of 24 white men and
two women. Stella watched them pass her heading back towards town. She
was amazed at their stamina. She reached the turning point with some
other runners and followed the blacks back. This wasn't over yet.
Coach Morrison was waiting at the five mile point. He seemed surprised
to see all the blacks leading the way. He blew his whistle and pointed
towards the water.
This was the hard part and the town paramedic waited on the beach as
well as a man in a wet suit out by the last buoy. Stella braced herself
and hit the cold water. It was Easter break, April, Black Dick Sucker
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