Beth s Erotic Adventures
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Back to town and back to work. George Stankovich had left a message with a name and phone number of a company that produced complex molded plastic parts and mentioned what they were looking for might be right up my alley. I called and talked to Nils Johansson, the owner.
"Tommy, we've got the same problem Chuck Jones had: High-gloss parts with little surface detail, except ours are black plastic. Can you help us?"
"Well, I can't really say without seeing the parts. Can we set up a time when I could come out and look at what you've got?"
"Um, sure. Do you mind if I ask how much you charge per hour?"
I told him what my normal rates were and assured him that I wouldn't charge for the trip out to look at his problem. We agreed on the following afternoon and I dragged myself downstairs to clean up my "studio." The last week had been kind of hectic and things had gotten a little messy downstairs.
Beth called as I was sweeping the floor.
"Tommy, can I make a deal with you?"
I immediately went into letch mode, "Depends on what you're bargaining with, little girl."
"Wellll ... I think you'll like my offer..."
"Hmmm. This sounds promising. Tell me more."
"How about over dinner?"
"Oh, a BIG favor," I chuckled.
"Oh, not that big ... just burger-sized."
"Okay, I'll pick you up as soon as I get myself cleaned up." I hung up and headed for the shower.
I picked up Beth and we stopped at a local mom-and-pop restaurant.
"All right," I said after we placed our order. "what's the favor you want. If it's not too much I'll consider it." Yeah, like I could refuse Beth anything!
"Tommy, I want you to buy me a camera."
"Um, Beth, you've already GOT the Nikon. What more do you want?" I asked. And, more to the point, how was I going to afford it?
"I just want a small point-and-shoot camera—its what I've wanted all along. And then you won't have to feel you have to keep bringing the Nikon back all the time."
"Beth! I can't take your camera. There's no way I can afford it!"
"Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, you're doing it again."
"Doing what?"
"Thinking you have to pay for everything you get! I didn't say I was giving you the camera, just that you wouldn't have to bring it back all the time. I just want a camera I can carry around with me and I figured that if you bought it for me you wouldn't feel so guilty about ... about..."
Damn, she knows me too well. I WAS feeling guilty about using her camera and making money from it.
"Okay, I'll get you a camera. Do you have one in mind?"
"No. I don't now anything about cameras, that's why the Nikon was sitting in my closet!"
Our food came about then and it gave me a chance to think about what Beth had said, and what she hadn't.
She was right, I was uncomfortable taking anything that smelled like charity. My dad had told stories of growing up in a poor family and how much his father had hated accepting handouts and I guess the idea of paying for what I got carried through the generations. I thought I was past that with Beth. I guess not.
"I'm sorry. Remind me to tell you what it was like for Dad growing up. But something else is going on here. What is it?"
Beth chewed her bottom lip for a minute—always a sign she was nervous about something, "Tommy, do you think I'm a spoiled rich kid?"
That stopped me cold. Did I? "Do I think you're spoiled? No. But you've got to admit, you're luckier than most of us."
"And that bothers you, doesn't it, Tommy?"
I thought about it. "It did at first. I mean we all thought of you as the ice queen, always above us. We couldn't figure out why you didn't hang with the other rich kids. But you don't flaunt it. I mean think about the parking lot at school—brand new Jags, Porsches, Mustangs. You could have had a car like that, but you're happy with your three-year-old Jeep. You don't have that I'm-better-than-you attitude.
"There is one thing that's bothered me, though. Why me?"
Beth looked at me as she considered my question, "Because you're you."
"Beth, that's no answer! I really want to know. I mean I'm happy we're together, but I've always wondered—did you plan that Friday night meeting?"
She looked down at the table, "Yeah. Yeah, I did."
"Why? I mean why me?"
"Tommy, I'd been there for a few Friday nights and I saw what you were like, I mean you'd give the guys a lot of grief, but it never seemed mean, it was just kidding. And remember the Friday before we met? The day Deb's boyfriend dumped her? She needed a shoulder to cry on and you were there. I talked to her later and she said at first when you offered to take her home she was thinking you were just out to take advantage of her feeling sorry for herself. She said you took her home and just held her for an hour until she stopped crying then walked her to her house and left after you knew she was okay. I'd say that was being a pretty good guy.
"That's when I realized you were somebody I'd like to know better. So the next Friday I got a ride to the café hoping you'd offer a ride home to anybody who needed one. I'd heard you do it several times and was just hoping..."
"How about later," I asked quietly. Was the whole night, hell, the whole weekend just a plan to seduce me into liking her? Did I really want to know?
"You mean when we got to my house? Did I mean for you to stay? N-no, I thought I'd just use the ride as an excuse so I could build up the courage to talk to you in school. When I heard myself ask if you had to go right away I about died! I couldn't believe I'd said it!"
"So you were really planning on watching Sherlock Holmes. You weren't just making that up?"
"No, I really wanted to. When you said that was what you were gong to watch too, I took it as a kind of a sign. After that things just kind of happened."
They sure had!
"And when you took you bra off?"
"Oh, god! I couldn't believe I was doing that! But it felt so good to have you hold me, and when you acted so scared when you realized you had my boob in your hand, well, I guess I felt safe with you, and I was sure of it when I asked you to stay and you offered to sleep on the couch!"
Hmm, I wasn't too sure how to take that.
"And when I heard what you whispered after you thought I was asleep. Well, I think that's when I first realized I loved you. I just didn't know what to do about it!"
I had to chuckle, "We're quite a pair, aren't we? I mean we could have ended up going all the way through school and never have met. I'm glad you took me up on my ride offer that night."
"So am I," she said. "So am I."
I met Nils Johansson at his factory the next day. He showed me the parts he wanted photographed, and this was going to be a challenge. The parts were molded from a shiny black plastic with several threaded holes on three sides.
"What I want is to be able to show all three sides at once and I can't figure out how to do it. Maybe mirrors? I don't know!"
He gave me a sample piece and I headed home to see what I could do.
"Tommy, it's time for dinner!" That was Mom.
"Okay, just a minute!" I turned off the light and headed up the stairs.
After dinner went I back downstairs and dove into my latest project. There had to be some way to get what I wanted.
My brother Kevin followed me and after we got to my studio area he asked, "Tommy, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure. What's up?"
Kevin blushed, "I-I need some more rubbers."
"Oh, so that's what's 'up'." I chuckled.
"Tommy, cut it out. I'm serious. Gail thought she could get some, but it didn't work out and I, well, I don't think the store would sell me any."
"Not to worry, I'll have Cindy pick some up."
"Thanks! Here's the money for them." Since Kevin became a teenager last year, he'd gotten real serious about not owing anything to anybody. Hmm. Where had I heard that before?
"What are you doing?" he wanted to know.
I explained what Nils Johansson was looking for and what I'd tried—and rejected—so far, "I can't figure out how to get light inside these threaded holes."
"Hey! I was in the surplus store the other day and they have some lights that look like fiber optics. Would they work?"
I thought about it for a minute, "You know, that might work! Thanks, Kevin! I'll run over there tomorrow." Maybe having a younger brother wasn't such a bad deal.
I was waiting at the door when our local surplus store opened the next morning. I found the lights Kevin mentioned—they looked like fiber optic threads bundled together with a penlight flashlight on one end. With a little 'adjusting' I thought I could make them work so I bought half a dozen of them. At $3.95 each I figured I could splurge!
I dragged my new goodies home and started fiddling. If I pushed a fiber optic bundle into one of the holes I could light the one on the other side, but that would mean I'd have the battery pack in the way on the other side. ARGGH!
Beth saved me a couple of hours later. "Tommy, it's too nice to spend the whole day stuck in your basement! I'll be there in fifteen minutes so you can take me for a ride ... in the Healey, you letch!" she giggled.
I was waiting on the front step when Beth skidded into the driveway. "Jeez, woman, where's the fire?"
"I want to go swimming!"
"Okay, let me get my suit." I stood up just in time to see that look that said I was being dense, again. "Oh, you mean at the farm!" Beth had hopped out of the car and slid in the passenger seat. Obviously, I was driving.
We got to the farm only to find Greg's car already parked in the field above the pond.
I looked at Beth, "Looks like we're not the only ones with the idea of taking a dip. Should we let them know we're here?"
Beth got that look on her face that said our friends were in for a surprise. She jumped out of the car and started pulling her clothes off. What could I do but join her?
As we got near the bushes screening the pond we could hear Cindy's giggle. Beth peeked through the bushes and saw our friends at the far end of the pool with Cindy floating on her back as Greg licked one of her prominent nipples. Beth looked at me with an absolutely evil grin, "Let's go."
She darted around the bush and yelled a she dove in the pond. I was a couple of steps behind her—just enough that I saw the result of her charge. Greg whipped his head around, lost his footing and fell back into the water, pulling Cindy under with him. They both came up sputtering.
"God damn, son-of-a-bitch! Who was that!" Greg yelled, then he saw who it was. "I should have known. Lookin' pretty good there, Beth," He leered.
Beth realized she was standing in water only up to her knees. She turned around and looked ready to bolt back to the bushes when she stopped. "Oh, the hell with it. We're all friends, right?" With that she waded out and swam across to our friends. I joined them a couple of seconds later.
"I hope you don't mind us being here," Greg apologized.
"Greg, I said any time," Beth looked at our friend. "I hope you don't mind if WE'RE here." I could hear the grin in her voice.
"Ah ... um, no, of course not!" Greg stammered as he looked at Beth standing in water that JUST reached her hips. My lady might not be as well-developed as Cindy, but she looked damn good in her skin.
Cindy looked at me and winked. Obviously, she had no problem with Greg leering at Beth.
Did I?
I'd spent a lot of time thinking about that. Ever since the day Beth and I were here and she had kidded me about an orgy I'd often thought about seeing Beth with another guy. I realized that I was still very uncomfortable with the idea.
Cindy waded over to me. "Tommy, don't worry, Greg's just looking—just like you are."
Damn, I was! Here I was thinking bad thoughts about my best friend looking at my girl and I was doing the same thing!
That snapped me out of it.
"Sorry, Cindy. My head's not screwed on too tight this afternoon, I guess."
"Hey, it happens. You know Beth's been a friend of mine for a long time. Well, except for a few minutes at the café when I realized the two of you had set me up with Greg, but, hell, even that worked out! Don't worry about the two of them. Nothing's going to happen."
We made our way over to where Greg and Beth were standing.
Cindy grabbed Greg's arm. "Remember me?" she kidded.
He wrapped Cindy in his arms, "Always, babe, always. Even if I do get distracted sometimes." I looked at Beth and saw the red creeping up her throat.
Greg turned to say something to me, lost his footing on the bottom and fell face-first in the water, almost taking Cindy with him again. By the time the laughter stopped, all the tension was gone. We were back to just a bunch of friends hanging out. We swam and goofed off for a while then climbed out and grabbed our towels. I was drying Beth's back when I heard, "CUT THAT OUT!"
I turned around and saw Greg trying to dry a spot between Cindy's thighs. The problem was ... he'd forgotten the towel! Beth and I just laughed as we started up the hill to the cars and our clothes.
We left as soon as we got dressed and took the long route home, letting our hair dry in the breeze.
The next morning I tried to work my way around my lighting problem. I figured if I could just...
"Hi, Tommy!"
After some serious mouth-to-mouth to get my heart going again, I showed Beth what I was trying to do and the trouble with the fiber lights.
"Tommy, those colors will really show off everything! I'll bet Mr. Johansson will love the results."
"I hope so, once I figure out how to get a big hole in the bottom of the piece.
"What brings you over here so early? Not that I'm complaining or anything!"
"Oh, I just missed you and thought I could tempt you with lunch." She purred.
"Sounds good. Time for a break anyway. So where are you taking me so I can buy you lunch?" I asked as I climbed in the Jeep.
"Well, we haven't seen Jeanie for a while."
"Great. The Pizza Palace it is!"
"Hi, kids!" Jeanie said as she led us back to our favorite booth. "The usual? With or without onions?"
"Well," Beth looked at me. "Since he's buying I suppose without." Her little pout didn't fool me.
As we waited for our pizza I told Beth what I wanted to do so I could get the fiber optic lights into the part.
"Looks like I'll have to get the old electric drill out and try not to puncture myself—too often."
Beth sat there with a funny little grin on her face.
"Okay, lady, what's so funny?"
"Oh, just a way to save your hide from becoming too holy," she chuckled at her pun.
Just then Jeanie came around the corner with our pizza. And that effectively tabled any further discussion.
As I bit into the last slice of our lunch, Beth brought up what should have been obvious, "Is he going to use your pictures on his web pages too?"
Dope slap! I hadn't even asked him if he had a site! Better call him and find out. If he didn't maybe I could steer some more work in Jim and Dan's direction.
As soon as we got back to the house, Beth grabbed my problem piece of plastic, one of the fiber optic lights, and started for the door, "Follow me!"
"Where are you going?"
"Where WE'RE going is to work!"
Work?
I realized what she meant as we turned into the parking lot at the shop Beth's folks owned.
"Beth, I don't want to bother your parents with this."
"Oh, we won't be bothering anybody!" She laughed as we walked toward the loading dock door.
"Hi, Bud!" Beth greeted her parent's foreman.
"Hey, kiddo. I didn't know you were working today. Oh, hi, Tommy. You two up to something? Should I call the fire department now or wait 'til I smell the smoke?"
"Bud! Won't you ever forget that?"
He just grinned.
"Um, Beth, what's he talking about?" I felt like I was missing something.
"Oh, nothing. Right, Bud?" I was glad my lady wasn't glaring at ME like that. Bud just chuckled.
We walked through the shop itself, with its double row of CNC equipment.
"Ah, Beth, all I need is a hole in the bottom of this piece! Isn't this a little over-kill?"
"This stuff, oh yeah. That's why we're not going to use it!" She said as she led me over to a stairway leading down to a basement I didn't even know the building had.
She led me over to what looked like the only piece of equipment in the whole place that wasn't numerically controlled—an ancient Atlas milling machine. Beth was obviously no stranger to the mechanical beast that was taller than she was. She had the plastic piece fastened down on the table and all the cuts made before I figured out what all the wheels on the machine were for.
"How does that look? Do you need anything cut out on the back?"
"N-no, that should work great." I took the fiber optic head and tried a couple of angles. Everything was perfect. "How did you know how to do that?" I looked at the mill that looked like a huge drill press on steroids.
She just laughed, "Tommy, you don't think I could grow up in a place like this without learning how everything works do you? Especially with parents who are both mechanical engineers!"
I just stood there wondering how much else I didn't know about my princess.
When we got back home I wanted to try out the modifications Beth did right away. I threw together a small stand that let me put the fiber optic lights under the piece and use the strobes to light the sides. It took a lot of fiddling around with positioning and a couple of changes of gel colors before I got what I wanted. Beth just lounged on our basement couch and watched.
"Hey! I could use some help as long as you're here. Just grab that reflector and..."
An hour later and we were done. A little Photoshop touch-up and I could get the JPGs to Nils.
I called him to get his e-mail address. "Um ... how long before I can get the pictures, Tommy?"
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LesbianI am the great white hunter stalking my prey. She will never know what hit her. She is the neglected, overworked, underappreciated, wife, mother and co-worker. My camouflage is being a middle aged man that goes to church, volunteers, friendly, outgoing and relatively well off. I am always on the prowl. I am always vigilant. I seek the women whose husband has fucked up. He has neglected to protect his woman. How has he done that you may ask? My victim will show signs of stress. She will be...
Wife LoversTo Begin with this happened many years ago I'm 52 now and was in my twenties at the time.I had just met the woman who unbeknownst to me at the time, would end up being my wife someday.Her name was Angelia, Angel is what everyone called her, she was far from it tho. Angel was 17 and was a runaway, kinda couch surfing I guess you could say. But she was Hot 5'9" leggs up to her neck thin and under a 100 pounds long auburn hair that she could honestly wrap around her hand two times, and then...
To Begin with this happened many years ago I'm 52 now and was in my twenties at the time.I had just met the woman who unbeknownst to me at the time, would end up being my wife someday.Her name was Angelia, Angel is what everyone called her, she was far from it tho. Angel was 17 and was a runaway, kinda couch surfing I guess you could say. But she was Hot 5'9" leggs up to her neck thin and under a 100 pounds long auburn hair that she could honestly wrap around her hand two times, and...
True to her word, as soon as Beth had regained her pose from the first spanking administered to her by her roommate, she promptly switched places with her. Just a few short moments later, and it was now Beth that had administered a good hard spanking to Misty. To be sure, both of their bottoms were sore, but they also had, for the first time, experienced what it was like to be the one giving a spanking, rather than just the recipient. It gave them each an exhilarating feeling of power, unlike...
SpankingBeth Haley had always exhibited a meek and submissive personality to some degree for most of her life. However, she had never felt so used and completely dominated as she did now at the hands of eighteen-year-old Michael. Bent over and pressed uncomfortably into a mound of pillows with her arms tied behind her back, the pretty housewife had no way to brace herself against the teenager's violent thrusts that kept shoving her roughly into the headboard like a rag doll. His preternatural large...
For several weeks Beth and Gwen had been exploring together. They had enjoyed discovering new things to do and new ways to do them. Gwen’s enthusiasm and adventurous spirit were contagious, and she was able to talk Beth into several things she probably wouldn’t have tried otherwise. One evening after an exhilarating session of oral sex, Beth asked Gwen a question that had been plaguing her.“Gwen, do you tell your husband about what we do?” “Of course, I tell him everything. Haven’t you...
Beth loved her husband very much. Coming up on almost ten years of marriage, she often found herself wondering how she had been so lucky to find such an incredible man. Along with her two beautiful children she often thought that she hadn’t deserved to be so happy and yet could not help but smile and laugh at the friendship and love she enjoyed with her family. In her early thirties, Beth was a successful artist and specialised in using old, unused furniture and junk to create funky, upcycled...
BDSMA 2nd attempt at story writingBeth and Ian had grown up together. They lived near each other and their parents had been very close friends since c***dhood. They thought of each other as brother and sister but of course they were not. However circumstances were about to change all that.They were both 18 and had both just come out of relationships. They decided to get together and have a what Beth called a sibling bitching session about the now ex partners. Beth also suggested that they...
"TOMMY! BETH!" I looked up and saw Sue Webber waving her hand over her head. I wasn't surprised to see her, even though we hadn't made any arrangement for them to pick us up. I looked at Beth and got a blank shrug. "I don't know, Tommy." We had just cleared Customs at Nassau International and were waiting for our luggage when our Caribbean friend hailed us. "Hi, what are you doing here?" I asked Sue after the mandatory—and quite enjoyable—hugs. "Waiting for you two, of...
It was certainly turning out to be an interesting summer. Beth, Jason's sixteen-year-old niece, was staying with him for two months while her parents were away on business. Much to his amazement, somehow, they ended up being lovers. After three weeks of hanging out together and having mind-blowing sex, they settled into somewhat of a routine. They would get up, hang by the pool or go into town for the morning, and come home. Jason would work on his next project during the afternoon, then after...
IncestEighteen-year-old Michael threw his head back and smiled broadly while his best friend's mom earnestly worked her closed fist up and down his engorged hard-on. The many candles in the room cast wavering long shadows that enhanced the motion and the sense that what was going on in the Caldwell living room was dark and dangerous.Michael shifted his position to the side of the couch and pulled Beth by her shoulders to get her into a position where he could more comfortably get a hand behind her...
My wife Beth and I recently moved to a new city and haven't had an opportunity to make any new friends yet. When I asked her what she wanted for her birthday present this year, she didn't hesitate to tell me that she wanted to meet some new friends and have a gang bang. Ever since we were in high school she's enjoyed having more than one cock to play with, I found this out on our first date. Since then we've had quite a bit of experience with this lifestyle. I have already started working on...
“Sarah said I’d find you here” I said as I sat down gently next to Bethany on the jetty by the boat house. Beth was sitting on the edge, her high heels dumped on the planks beside her, her legs swinging out over the water. Beth kept looking ahead “Yeah she said you wanted to talk?” Eh, wait a sec. Oh I see, that’s how it was. Sarah had set us up. I said grinning “that sister of yours, she is something isn’t she? She told me you wanted to talk to me too”. Beth took a sharp intake of breath....
It was snowing when I got up Monday morning just like the ten o'clock news said it would. I'd set my alarm ahead a few minutes since I knew getting to school would be a hassle. I was just pulling my jacket on dreading the thought of cleaning off my car when the phone rang. "Tommy, why don't I drive today? I'll use the Jeep, it'll work better in this mess." Beth was thinking ahead, obviously. "Okay, I'll be waiting at the end of the driveway on the top of Mount Snow Plow." Beth...
After I left robin I went back next door and found beth anxiously waiting in the kitchen eager to know how it had gone.My broad smile told her everything, she came to me and threw her arms around me, pressing herself tightly against me."Oh thank you, this is going to be the best thing ever!" She was like a giddy school girl so excited and wouldn't stop asking questions about robin and our recent conversation, it was all fine and he would be here at 8.The next hour actually went quite fast! Beth...
There's something about coming back to school that first day, especially after the Christmas/New Year break that's even tougher than most. Beth was as down as I was as she dragged herself out of the house, plopped down in the car. "Do we have to do this?" Not a good sign from someone who normally enjoys school, who thinks homework was just another challenging game. If my princess wasn't ready for today, what chance did I have? "Yeah, unfortunately, we do, but look at the bright...
2 weeks had past since I revealed beths pic's to an all too eager robin. It had been more difficult at first to 'pluck up the courage' to show him those initial photos but all had gone much better than imagined.Robin, despite being a perfect gentleman outwardly, hid a dark secret, he was the original dirty old man!As I said it was difficult at first.Yes I got to talk to him alone and yes we did talk about the opposite sex, I learned early on that he, like myself, was a fan of bbws or the...
Continued from Part 2 CHAPTER 25 - Calling SylviaI felt grubby, so I went and had a shower. The hot water washed away some sadness about my Daddy as well as the dirt. But I still worried that I scared him off. Ah well, what's done is done, and I have to go on. I dried myself, put on a bit of makeup (not sure why) and padded back to the bedroom to get dressed.I saw Sylvia's number and paused a moment, then turned to my dresser to pick out clothes. I checked the weather on my phone and saw it...
IncestBeth and Sissy Copyright CassandraToday 2016 Beth stood up and walked from the bed to the far side of the room, over to the ... what is it? thought Sissy; it looks like a St Andrew's Cross lying on its back, with supports underneath to hold it at tabletop height. Beth turned, smiled at Sissy, and crooked her finger in an unmistakeable "come here" gesture. So enthusiastic at first, Sissy was now hesitant, as it sank in that this would be reality, not fantasy. She rose and started...
"Mr. Randahl, do the arts contribute to society or are they a drain on resources needed elsewhere?" It was Monday morning and Grossfeldt was in his usual mode—hassle the troops and see what comes of it. If he thought he was going to get a yes or no answer from me ... well, by now he should have known better. "That's a pretty loaded question, sir. They are a drain on resources if you consider the money used to support museums and institutions like this one could be used for things like...
It had been a fun summer. Jason's sixteen year old niece, Beth, was staying with him for the summer while her parents were in Europe. Somehow, soon after she arrived, they became lovers. As the summer progressed, Beth made new friend, Jamie. Jamie was over two years older than Beth, and she was just as attractive. While she was staying overnight one evening, they all became intimate.Jason had developed a growing attraction to Jamie. He felt that he might be falling in love for the first time in...
IncestThe following Monday it was back to the grind. We both spent a lot of time explaining to people where we got the tans—let's face it, I don't care how much sunscreen you use, a week in the Caribbean is going to leave you a golden brown—and your friends slightly green. Greg caught me after last period Monday afternoon, "So what are you two doing for the Prom?" Prom? OH, SHIT! Something had been rooting around in the back of my head for a couple of weeks and it just kicked me—big time—I...
After school we had our first read-through for the show. It turned out my part wasn't as big as I'd feared and there were only three songs I'd be doing—all chorus parts with the other guys. All three were parodies on the political and legal system of the time in New York City. I'd been in a couple of shows before, but just in speaking parts, no singing. As rehearsals went on I discovered that I could SING! Well, sort of. I knew I'd never be as good as Beth and maybe it was just the kind...
It was Monday morning and I was waiting in line to register for school. I had my list of classes and the biggest check I'd ever written. I looked over my schedule: Drawing I, 2D Design, Color Theory, Survey of Western Art I, and English Composition. I got a funny feeling I was going to be a busy boy in a few weeks. When I got home Beth was looking at my schedule. "Tommy, are you superstitious?" "Not particularly, why?" "Because your Drawing instructor is a Mr. Adams." I looked over...
Beth excused herself and went to the bathroom, where she cleaned up and returned. She had taken the time to fix herself up, straightening out her sweater, refastening her bra, and pulling her skirt back into place. I started to get up, but she knelt beside me for a briefly and whispered in my ear, “You’re not done yet.” Her breath smelled of mouthwash.I turned over on my back, wearing only my shirt, my cock at half- staff. She smiled as she cradled my head in her right arm. “I’m not done yet,”...
When I got home from school Monday afternoon Greg was waiting for me. "Are you guys free tonight?" "Sure. At least I think so but let me check with Beth first. What's up?" "We'd like to take you out for dinner." "I'll let you know as soon as Beth gets home." I could have called her, but we'd both agreed not to bother each other during school. Nothing worse than having your phone go off during a class. Once I got settled, my first job was to run Gail's special picture through...
"Gail?!" Kevin's girlfriend looked startled when I answered the door. Beth looked up, saw the expression on the younger girl's face, jumped up and bumped me out of the way to let her in. "Gail, what are you doing here? I thought your family moved to California." At the mention of her family the girl flinched. What was going on here? I looked at the wet, miserable-looking waif dripping all over our entryway. "Gail, are you here with your parents?" I asked. As I spoke she ducked...
"Mr. Randahl, I'd like to speak to you." Oh, shit. What did Adams think I'd done now? "Yes, sir?" "In my office, Mr. Randahl." Oops, this was serious. Once in Adams' office, he sat down behind his desk and just stared at me. He was trying to psych me out, but I'd been through this enough times to be able to just stand there and stare back at him. Eventually he must have realized intimidation wasn't working. "Mr. Randahl, I thought I'd warned you about your behavior but you...
When I woke up I noticed Beth was already up but I didn't find her in our place. I stuck my nose outside long enough to grab the Saturday paper; stepping back into the entrance I heard whispering and a few sniffles from upstairs. I'd learned in the last two years that girls cried for a lot of different reasons, not all of them sad. What I heard from the top of the stairs sounded like the "I'm sorry" sort. I was sitting at the kitchen table just finishing the editorial and comic pages of...
Author's note.This is an addition to the Beth, Simon and Robin stories and involves my mature wife beth and her adventures with older lover robin. To recap, we are Simon and Beth, mature couple in our 40's. We have befriended the nice older gentleman next door, robin, who is 75. My wife has a thing for much older men, and so the friendship blossoms into our current threesome situation. All previous 'robin and beth' stories can be found on our profile. This is a 2 part story, the first part will...