Beth found it most difficult not to share her most recent exploits with someone. With Martin away on yet another interminable sales trip, she could not confide in him. Nor was talking to Anne of any use —she had been there! But had always been important to Beth to discuss her sexual conquests. It was a way of confirming that it had really happened, and it was an exciting way to relive moments of passion. Beth needed to share this latest story, but with whom? Paul… of course!
As Paul would often drop into the shop for a visit, it was not long before Beth got her chance to tease her friend. He came by only three days after the weekend party. He always seemed in such control of his moods and emotions but maybe today was the day Beth could rattle him, just a little bit.
With the shop empty, Beth pulled Paul towards the back of the store where there was a small, comfortable seating area. In a quiet, but excited tone she asked "guess what happened to me?"
"You won the lottery and you're giving me half!?" He would simply not play along, it seemed.
"No. Much better, I promise."
Paul knew that when Beth used that particular tone she usually meant to tell him something especially juicy. He knew now to play along.
"Okay, please tell me —I am dying to find out."
That was an answer that Beth could appreciate and she slowly launched into her story about the girls' only party. As she told the story, she wove interesting suggestive tidbits into the tale. This was one of the ways she had used for years to tease Paul, trying to make him a little more open to her desires, her wiles. Still, he somehow seemed to resist every effort.
She told her friend of the fun the four older women had had around the hot tub, but she held off telling Paul about the arrival of the two teenagers. She knew that their inclusion into the story would probably turn him on just enough for her to suggest something a little wilder. She needed that kind of advantage if she was ever to get him to join in.
Beth often recalled the special show she had provided for Paul at Hidden Lake and wondered how he could possibly not have taken her right there at the lake. He could have grabbed her right there, thrown her to the ground and fucked her to his heart's, or his cock's, content. She had hoped it would come to that. But no, Paul had not fucked her then, and did not seem terribly likely to try anything soon. She kept thinking, "how could he not have made a move in the many months since then?" There was no figuring him out —maybe this story would do it.
Paul leaned closer, unaware that his body language was signalling its need for more. Beth noticed, of course, and continued to describe the scene, the suggestiveness of the chatter and even the little incident with Geri trying out the jacuzzi jets on her pussy. Paul laughed at that. He also knew Geri and could not imagine her ever doing such a thing, let alone with an audience.
Then Beth's voice softened and took on a serious tone, "you must guess what I finally got to do at that party."
Paul knew quite a lot about the various sexual accomplishments of Beth, but what she might have finally added to her list eluded his imagination. He whispered, "you fucked Geri? Charlene?"
"Actually, there were two other guests at the party that I forgot to tell you about. Do you know Jason, Charlene's son?"
"Yes —he was there?"
"No, better! His girlfriend Kayla, and her best friend Cara-Lynn!" Beth described Kayla in detail, describing her incredible and athletic body, the small, tight breasts and her beautifully trimmed pussy.
"Don't tell me, you fucked her?"
"Better! I took her virginity!"
"You mean with another woman, right?"
"No, I mean I was the first one to ever fuck her pussy. I did it with my strap-on."
By now Paul had lost much of his composure and was visibly reacting to the story. Without realizing it, he had adjusted the growing erection in his pants. Beth certainly noticed, but did not say a word… yet.
"I just cannot believe you. You are amazing," complimented Paul.
"I know."
Beth continued to tell her story, all the while keeping an eye on Paul, and his crotch. She made sure not a single detail was left out. Each time the tale turned especially hot, Paul would adjust his position and surreptitiously straighten his cock. Beth continued to build up the sexual tension, watching for the effect she was having. Clearly, this was a great story to be telling Paul, and maybe this time it might finally have some effect on him. "He can't just stay horny," thought Beth.
Before she could wrap up the story and generate some more heat for Paul, a small group of customers came into the store; then another couple. It became clear that story-time was over for now. Paul bid his goodbyes and was getting ready to leave when Beth called him back to ask him one little favour.
"We are having some real problems with our printer and I wonder if you could come over to have a look at it tomorrow?"
"Sure, what time?" agreed Paul.
"Around 3 o'clock would be great. I'm off and will have finished my errands by then. But here, I'll give you a key so you can let yourself in if I'm not there."
Taking the key and agreeing to come over the next day, Paul headed out the door. Fortunately, his cock had come down enough for him to leave without causing a stir. "We'll see about that tomorrow," thought Beth as she watched him go.
Paul arrived at Beth and Martin's apartment early the next day, all set to remedy some minor malfunction with their printer. Knowing he was early, Paul simply let himself in without knocking. Without really admitting it, he hoped to catch Beth getting ready for his visit, but there was no one home. He went right to their home office and got to work. The problem turned out to be a bit more complicated and he ended up downloading a new driver and went about installing it. As he waited, Paul leaned back in the chair and contemplated his relationship with Beth.
They had know each other for at least six or seven years now. They had met during some community activity or other. Actually, she had volunteered to take on some committee work for an event that Paul had been organizing. Right from start there had been a strong but withheld pull between them. Each one was aware of the mutual attraction but little had been done to act on it.
Paul's mind wandered back to the Hidden Lake show. That was how he thought about it now, "The Show." Knowing Beth had actually performed for him gave him a lot of pleasure and not a little self-confidence. He had often relived the event in his mind. Each time he fought the urge to masturbate, but he usually failed. He would feel his cock start to harden, just as it had that day in the woods.
It would happen quickly and before he could wipe the thought he would have his zipper down. His cock would throb. He could feel it pulsing as he imagined Beth's luscious body on the beach towel. His right hand would slide down his stomach towards the hard shaft. He always began by feeling his hard flesh, cradling his big balls gently. His fingers would slide along his length, feeling the thick veins beneath the skin. He could feel his heart beating through his fingertips. He would then grip his rigid cock in his hand, slowly beginning to stroke it as his mind conjured up the images of Beth fucking herself in front of his eyes. He saw it all. Every time. He always found a way to finish at the same time as he had in the woods, remembering the thick stream of his ejaculation flying off into the sand.
Without realizing it, Paul found himself once more, cock in hand, masturbating. Right there in Beth and Martin's office. Before he could decide what to do he realized that there was a sound coming from the other end of the apartment! "Shit! What if they're home?!"
He quickly shut down the system and almost ran out of the office. Fortunately, there was no one to see his guilty look. Of course, he had not gotten relief, either. Standing in the dining room, Paul could clearly hear the shower running in the bathroom just off the master bedroom.
"Beth must have come home," he thought. Attracted to the sound as if drawn to a magnet, Paul inched his way closer. Approaching, he saw that the door was wide open. A big mirror on the wall reflected the shower perfectly where he just barely make out the shape of Beth's luxurious body behind the steamed glass of the shower.
"This is starting to be a bit of a habit," he thought. But he stood transfixed at the door, watching. He could barely make out the details but Paul could see that she was lathering up one leg. Bent over from the waist she rubbed her skin with a big sponge. She had one hip pressed up against the glass giving him a clear but partial view. She washed first one leg, then the other. She was devoting much too little time on her upper body for his liking. She had probably already been there, he concluded.
Suddenly, the water was off and the door was sliding open. And there stood Beth, water still sluicing off her body. Her skin was glistening under the skylight. Absolutely unperturbed, Beth looked towards Paul and said "are you here to dry me off?"
