3 Special Beth • Bob's Visit

Bob's Visit

Day Three

 

I had talked with Beth’s mom last night and she said Beth was feeling better, but the doctor had recommended a daily vitamin in a liquid form; Beth wasn’t good with pills. She was just calling to confirm that Beth could still come over in the morning. I told her we were all set and hung up. I opened up my special picture folder titled, Beth, and worked up a load; shooting it into a little cup with a lid. I smiled; she was going to get her vitamins tomorrow alright! I put it in the fridge and headed to bed.

The next morning, Beth was dropped off and her mother gave me the vitamin bottle. She explained the details and I told her that I would make sure she got her medicine every day she was over here! She thanked me and just as she was leaving she stopped, looked around a bit and asked, “Does it seem a bit hot in here to you?” I smiled and said it helped my back injury. She smiled a secret smile and then left. Another one that thought I was milking the system. Oh well, what if I was?

Beth looked good this morning. She had on a pair of jeans on and a long sleeve t-shirt. We started coloring and then I put some music on and suggested we dance! She was up and bopping around and I could see she was getting flush. She stopped and held her forehead, “I’m hot! Very hot!”

I look surprised, “You’re hot Beth?”

“Yes, I’m hot. Very hot.” She panted.

It was now or never. I looked at her innocently and said, “Yeah, me too.” I took off my shirt and was standing there in my summer shorts. As I folded my shirt, I wondered, would she take the bait? Would she catch on, or would I have to be a little more forward.

I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and glanced over as she was taking off her t-shirt. I was really surprised when she pulled off her pants!  She had on a black set today; panties and matching cotton sports bra. She threw her pants and shirt on the couch and then started dancing again. I just stood there staring. She was dancing to some fast music and her tits were bouncing with the rhythm.

Well, of course, I went and got my camera! I set up the video and caught about 2 minutes of her bouncing around the family room.

We spent the rest of the morning coloring, dancing and watching TV. I got some great pictures and videos! Lunch time came and we had lunch and I made her up her special vitamin drink; a small medicine cup of creamy white cum and red liquid vitamin.  She didn’t hesitate as I set it in front of her. She picked it up and in two drinks had it gone. She didn’t look concerned at all; she even licked the side of the cup where it had dripped!

We were having hot dogs for lunch. Yes, Mr. Reader, we were having hot dogs for the exact reason you’re thinking. I’m not sure who enjoyed watching her eat the hot dogs more, me or my cock! She started to laugh! I looked over and the ketchup had exploded out of the end while she was putting it on her hot dog. She was covered in ketchup.

She was laughing and trying to wipe it off. The vision of her rubbing her bra, her tits being mashed back and forth was amazing! That’s when I had another of my great Ideas! I noticed that my conscience argued less and less with my ideas lately!

“Here Beth, we better get that washed. Take it off and I’ll put it in the washer.” I had stood up and was standing there with my hands out. She looked at me and then looked down at her bra and pulled it off just like she was taking off a hat!  She gave me the bra, but I was too distracted by her perfect tits! They were a perky b-cup with the cutest little bud nipples. I was startled when she put her black panties in my hand and sat back down to eat her lunch.

Fred, you are indeed a lucky, lucky fellow. She was sitting at my kitchen table nude without a care in the world! I needed my camera, but first I had to get these washed up before her mom picked her up. Ketchup on her bra was sure to cause questions! I giggled nervously and ran into laundry room and got them started. I raced back into my computer room and got my camera. She was standing at the kitchen counter piling up her dishes. Her mom was right, she really enjoyed helping and loved to do little chores.

I started taking pictures. The view was amazing! She was standing with her back to me at the counter, her long, slender legs going way up to join with her tight, bubble ass! I was taking lots of pictures until…

There was a noise at the back door.

My neighbour Bob had a key! Every once and a while he would come over and we would have an Irish coffee and talk about the good old days. Actually, it was Bob that had gotten some great footage of Beth’s mom, topless, in her pool late one night from his roof. Yes, this is what Bob does. Bob had all the latest gadgets for spying; night-vision, pin-hole cameras, motion detectors, if it could be used in a clandestine manner Bob knew where to get or had it.

I smiled, a couple days ago I had shared a couple pictures of Beth with Bob. He had gone crazy! He wanted so bad to come over and help watch Beth! I had told him, if he was good, he could come over; we had both laughed and poured another Irish coffee; this one, more whiskey than coffee.

My basement had a walk-out and he had come in the basement door and had come up the stairs into the kitchen just as Beth was walking into the family room. I stood there grinning like the cat that had swallowed the canary as his face lit up and his eyes got big.

“Come on in Buddy. I think we’re just getting ready to color!” He followed me in to the family room and sure enough. Beth was down in that familiar coloring pose: on all fours, shoulders down and ass up. Only this time she was nude!

We sat down and Beth sat up and looked at Bob. “Hi Bob! How are you?” Bob said hi and said he was fine, just fine. “I’m coloring! Then I’m going to dance!” her face went thoughtful, “Do you like to dance?” He told her that he wasn’t much of a dancer, but he would love to watch her dance. She went back to her coloring and I had my camera out and started getting some great pictures.

Good old Bob! He chuckled, reached into his pocket and pulled out his own camera. We moved around Beth as she colored getting some nice pictures of her pussy and her tight ass. She would just smile occasionally when she looked at us and maybe wiggle her ass and then go back to her paper.

We were both startled when she stood up and yelled, “Dance time!” then started to bounce up and down, her titties bouncing along with her as she clapped and chanted, “Dance time! Dance time! Dance time! Dance time!”

I turned the rock channel on the TV and she started bouncing around. I set my camera up to record the video and sat back for the show. I noticed Bob had done the same. She was having so much fun! It was so sexy watching her tits and ass bouncing around! We were all laughing at one point and Beth reached down and grabbing Bob’s hand, pulled him up to dance with her. They were bouncing around, Beth throwing her arms and legs around and Bob distracted, trying to look at everything at once.

Suddenly, he groaned and sat down in the lazy boy chair! It looked like he was holding his nuts; no, just to the side. Beth must have hit him with her knee or her hand or something. She knelt down quickly in front of him all concerned, “Oh! Bob I sorry! You okay? You okay?”

He looked down at this gorgeous, nude nineteen year old babe that was kneeling in front of him, holding both his knees asking if he was alright. I knew what I would have been feeling right about then!

He told her he was okay, but he was still holding his inner groin. She looked for a minute then reached forward, moving his hands, “Bob is sore. I can fix it.” She looked up at Bob, “I fixed Mr. Smith! All better! Yep, yep!” Mr. Smith was her teacher when she was in school. She was pulling down Bob’s zipper and reached into his pants and pulled out his stiffening cock. Bob was frozen with shock! She started to stroke his cock up and down.

It made sense now, when she had given me my handjob, she was very good! Almost like she had done it before; I wonder what else Mr. Smith had taught her?

Bob was the happiest guy on earth; he had a gorgeous, nude blonde pumping his cock! I got down beside Beth and asked her, “Will this make Bob feel better Beth?” She nodded and smiled up at Bob. “This made Mr. Smith feel better too?”

She looked at me and nodded, “Mr. Smith feeled better every day.” Every day. Mr. Smith, you sly dog; you got a handjob every day!

I patted her on the back, “Beth, you’re a very nice person!” She grinned and turned back to her work. “You know what though Beth?” I asked her, “Bob will feel better if you get his pants off.” Bob looked at me grinning and stood up. Lydia, didn’t miss a beat, she reached up and undid Bob’s pants and pulled everything down and right off. Bob sat back down and I reached over and pulled on the chair lever, pulling the foot rest up.

She was on her knees in front, looking confused. She couldn’t reach his cock now. I told her to get up and lay down between his legs. She moved up and lay down on the foot rest but was having problems, so I moved the foot stool over in front and she knelt on it and leaned way over. She was on her elbows and was able to jack his cock perfectly. It also positioned her face right over his cock. I was hoping she might end up with a little white wash on her face! Bob had his head back and couldn’t be happier.

I know I was very happy. I had a spectacular view. She was kneeling on the foot stool, bent right over with her ass sticking out; her pussy open slightly, a slight shine to it. She may not have understood what she was doing, but her body knew! I told her she was doing great. I had pulled off my shorts and Bob had given me the thumbs up. I got behind her and reached forward to pull her hair off of her shoulders and lay it down her back. She giggled and wiggled.

I tickled her sides as she was pumping Bob. She laughed and tried to twist away. I kept tickling her and she laughed and laughed. I tickled her along her sides; across her back; down the outside of her legs and feeling brave, I tickled her inner thigh, from her knee right up to her pussy. She was laughing and giggling and twisting. When I got to her pussy and was tickling it, she was twisting which caused my finger to push in a little. I quickly pulled it out, but she didn’t do anything unusual; she was still laughing and pumping Bob’s cock.

Never one to miss an opportunity, I moved her knees out wider to the edge of the foot stool and started tickling her inner thighs with both hands; around her pussy and even across her asshole. She was having lots of fun.

It was time to make my move. I tickled her pussy with my right hand while tickling her side with my left hand. She twisted and turned and I pushed my middle finger easily into her moist pussy, but this time I left it there and continued to tickle her with my left hand. She kept moving around and wiggling as I tickled her; as she moved I slowly pushed my finger in farther and farther.

She was still giggling, but she had her eyes shut now. When I tickled her she would jerk her hips to one side or the other; each time causing my finger to come out a bit, but I would push it back in.

It was too much for Bob, “Buddy, I’m about to feel a whole lot better!”

Still with my finger in her pussy, I leaned forward and suggested to Beth, “You know Beth, that feels good to Bob, but to really make him all better, you could try putting it in your mouth. It’s so warm and soft in there, he will feel better in no time!”

Beth looked strangely at me. I asked her, “Didn’t you ever help Mr. Smith this way?” She shook her head no and looked back at Bob’s cock wondering what I was talking about. I told her that her mouth was warm and would really help Bob feel better.

She looked back at me and then looked down at his cock. Bob was holding more than his breath I was sure. Her head dipped down slowly as she opened her mouth. Bob’s cock slid into her mouth and she lowered her head and then stopped and held it in her mouth, not moving. Bob couldn’t handle that, he reached up and holding each side of her head, he began lifting and lowering her head quickly on his cock! He groaned low in his throat and his hips were jerking. I could tell he was blowing his load into her mouth!

She got up, her eyes wide with strings of white cum running down her chin. She wiped them off with her hand and then looked at Bob “Bob feel better?” From the huge smile on his face, I could tell Bob felt better; much better.

“Is it my turn Beth? I want to feel better too.” I tried to look sad. Kneeling on the foot stool she leaned forward and holding the base of my cock, took it into her mouth. She looked up at me, her mouth full of cock, “That’s it Beth. That will help a lot. You’re the best!” She managed to smile with cock in her mouth and I reached up and started her head moving back and forth.

She caught on quick and was soon sucking my dick like a pro! I placed her free hand on my balls then held her head; my hips starting to move. I was speeding up until I was really fucking her face and I could feel my balls suck up into my body; going tight with the impending explosion! I pulled her head forward as far as it would go and my cock bottomed out against her throat then exploded! My body was shaking and jerking with each pulse of my balls!

Finished, I pulled out and she swallowed, “Taste’s like medicine! It’s yummy!”

We had gotten her cleaned up and dressed again. Bob had thanked her for making him feel better and then left, but not before he handed me $50. I told him he didn’t have to, but he insisted. Shaking hands, he left.

Beth’s mom arrived about an hour later. “Well how was my girl?” she asked as Beth got her shoes on.

“She was great! Helped me around the house a little and actually” I gave her $5. “This is for Beth for all her help today.” Her mother looked surprised.

“I did chores!” Beth said, “Fred said I’m a big helper!”

“She sure is,” I agreed. “Bob was over for a coffee today and we had a nice visit.”

Beth’s mom smiled, “Oh, he’s a nice man. He’s a Deacon at our church. He’s always got a smile on his face whenever I talk with him!” I smiled and thought to myself: after seeing the topless video of you in your pool, I’ve always got a smile for you too!

“Actually, after watching Beth doing chores around here, he said he was interested in Beth doing some chores around his house, to help her make some money.” I explained. “He said he would even make up some business cards for her. He knew some other single gentlemen that are widowed and would appreciate somebody to do some small chores and visit with them. And, they would be more than glad to pay!” Beth’s mom was tearing up, “Well, what do you think? Bob and I figured it would help Beth have some independence.”

Beth’s mom just stood there, silent tears running down her cheeks. She gave me a big hug, her breasts pushing into my chest, “Thank you,” she sniffled “thank you for everything you’re doing for us and for Beth.” She wiped her nose, “Beth with her own little business. That would be great! All people want is to feel needed in this world.”

“Oh believe me,” I told her “widowed men need a service like Beth can offer!” We promised to talk more through the week over coffee to discuss it and they left. This had truly taken a turn for the good, I thought as I patted the $45 in my pocket!