BETHS' SUMMER BREAK Part 7 – This Is Your Life
Gina reflects on the summer so far and gives us a glimpse of her 'other' job. She introduces Beth to an old friend of hers and sets in motion events that make sure Beth's summer will end with a bang.
All characters portrayed are fictional and anyone engaging in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old and consenting.
Chapter One – Introduction
When I first offered to let my boyfriend's daughter stay with me for the summer while he went off on a lecture tour of the middle and Far East, I hoped that I may get to know her better.
I couldn't have dreamt how it turned out.
When I first set eyes on Bethany Hamilton almost a year ago in a hotel garden in the north east of England, there were two very distinct things I noticed about her.
Firstly, she was a sulky, miserable, sullen little twenty year old who barely said a word to me.
Secondly, she was utterly gorgeous and all I wanted to do was tell Andrew to take a very long hike whilst I took his daughter up to our room and slowly and methodically took her to places she had never thought existed.
I got there in the end, but it took a lot of time and a fair bit of luck before I heard Bethany Hamilton screaming in ecstasy as I fisted her to an earth-shattering orgasm. Before that there was the threesome with Sam, followed by her gentle seduction of one of my best friends, and then the afternoon and evening where we teased and taunted Mick, my wonderful American lover.
I couldn't believe how sweet, innocent and naive she could be in some respects, and then so downright filthy, world-wise and savvy in others. She was a complete conundrum – the funny, sensitive, loving girl with a dirty streak as wide as the River Mersey – the river that long ago was my place of work as I walked the streets alongside it looking for business.
It was a week after our fun and games with Mick, and I was staying in the apartment in Fulham that the agency owned. It was expensive, but it paid for itself and saved us on hotel bills. It certainly got plenty of use during the week. For a while, I had been leaving this side of the 'business' to the younger generation, but once I realised just how much I missed it, I had thrown myself back into it with all the enthusiasm a forty-one year old nymphomaniac can muster.
I was lying in the bath luxuriating, waiting for Jenna to arrive to accompany me to our appointment later on this evening. Thereafter, the next few days were filled with meetings with Angela, the lady with whom I co-owned the exclusive agency I first joined as a skinny twenty three year old, fresh off the train from Liverpool.
I had played back our session with Mick a dozen times in the last week. His reaction to being tied and blindfolded then teased and tormented by Bethany, firstly as Ivana the chambermaid, and then as herself still had me laughing out loud when I thought about it. Her self-control and willpower as Ivana had me in awe. How she managed to straddle Mick's cock, the head merely grazing her pussy lips, without plunging down on it as I desperately tried to set off her pager was beyond me. She had given me a look of sheer desperation as I managed to key the number into my phone and send the message that signalled the end of Ivana's brief dalliance with my gorgeous black lover.
I will never forget the look on her face when she came back into the room as herself and finally sank down the huge length of Mick's gorgeous ten inch cock. It seemed to take an eternity. Her eyes and mouth got wider and wider and rounder and rounder as she slowly sat down on him. As she got all the way to the bottom she let out a little gasp. She looked at me in disbelief as if to say,
I've done it!
I couldn't believe it myself. I've had more than my fair share of the male appendage being inserted into any one of three orifices and Mick's took some inserting. Her attempts at taking him all the way with her lovely little mouth were less successful though, and her look of abject disappointment as she had to admit defeat was almost heart-wrenching.
But the thing I kept coming back to time after time was what she had done after Mick had shot his load into me after giving us both a mind-blowing orgasm. I had pushed her down onto the floor hoping that she'd take my hint - and did she take the hint? I felt her warm, soft lips against my dripping pussy and as I stroked Mick's softening but still huge cock, there was a glorious sensation as she sucked out a mouthful of his cum and slowly and deliberately deposited it on my left breast. The look she gave me was the purest lust as she went back down and collected another mouthful, before coating my other boob. My tits were glistening as I rubbed the creamy jizz all over, my nipples standing up like corks.
For her third mouthful, she moved over my face and slowly opened her mouth. I watched in anticipation as the last dribble of cum slipped down her outstretched tongue and hung there for a second. She closed her sticky lips on it, cutting it off and it dropped down onto my tongue and slipped down my throat. We kissed the last of the sticky mess from our faces and hands for a very long time whilst Mick lay next to us, hardly able to believe the sight that was unfolding next to him.
Once we had cleaned ourselves up for the second time and finished the champagne Mick had ordered, we lay together on the bed. I was on one side of Mick, Bethany on the other, each embraced by one of his big, strong arms. I was desperate for more action, but I could see that Bethany was done. She kept nodding off, a soft smile on her beautiful face. I could see why Sam had called her his little pixie. She was a tall girl, but very slight of build and looked so tiny and delicate against Mick's massive frame.
At last, she rolled over and put an arm across Mick's chest. In a very sleepy, contented voice she said, "I'm going to leave you two to say goodbye." She leaned over and kissed the head of Mick's cock. She then kissed Mick and then me and stood unsteadily by the bed.
She picked up her long-abandoned stiletto heels and found the key card for our room in her goody bag. She walked to the door and turned. She has this thing she does when she says goodbye. A tiny little waggle of her fingers. It looked so cute, loveable and delightful that I had to shake my head to recall the wanton things we had just done.
Her eyes misted over. She was trying to say something, but struggling. I'd hardly ever seen her lost for words. In the end she whispered, "Thank you..." She blew a kiss and was gone.
Mick took a deep breath. "That was something else!"
I slipped the Velcro cuffs that we had used on him onto my own wrists and reached out for the bed-head. Mick took the hint and fastened them onto the rails.
I looked up into his lovely brown eyes. "It certainly was. Now, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like you to tear me a new one please, Mr. Anderson."
He did.
I had left Bethany in our room the morning after. As I left, she drew a heart over her own with a finger and pointed at me. All I could do was to touch her finger and draw a heart on her palm. If I had done anything else I'd not have made it up to London.
Smiling at the memory, I got out of the bath and dried myself. There was still plenty of time until Jenna arrived. I thought about a little bit of hand action, but it was going to be another busy night, so I decided to keep myself fresh. Besides, I had decided that it was time for Bethany to meet one of my oldest friends. I had promised her I would arrange it; now Josie was back from Thailand it seemed the time was right.
I put on a bath robe and stretched out on the sofa, recalling the very pleasurable action it had seen last Tuesday when I was up for a rare mid-week job. A rich businessman enjoyed watching his younger trophy wife getting it on with another woman while he went solo. At least he went solo until the end, when he sprayed her enhanced breasts and lips as I jerked him to a climax. I checked the tan leather for any telltale marks, but there were none. I'm usually pretty accurate.
I dialled Josie's number and heard her familiar purr. She was a cat-lover and if cats could talk, they'd sound like Josie Napier-Jones. "Georgina Harcourt, it's a lovely afternoon and I'm about to go sunbathing in the garden before fucking the life out of a lovely young man later this evening. This better be good."
She was my oldest friend. We went back much further than I did with Jen or Mel. She loved to banter in her honeyed drawl and we were always sparring, despite having known each other for almost fifteen years. "Too much information as ever, Ms Jones. Besides, you're a red-head. Sun's bad for you."
"I'm sensible darling. If I can stand a fortnight in Thailand, an hour in the garden in an English summer is a piece of cake. So, make it quick – I've got a tight schedule."
"Must be the only tight thing about you these days, state your cunt is in. And those droopy tits. Not to mention your double chin." Approaching forty, Josie still had the face and body of the lingerie model she had once been. She was exquisite, with shoulder length red hair, green eyes and a mouth that was made to turn men - and many women - to jelly.
"Ha fucking ha. I've just pissed myself and the stitches they used to shore up my saggy tits have just burst I'm laughing so hard. So I ask again – what the fuck do you want?"
"It's time you met Bethany Hamilton."
That got her attention. "Gina, for fuck's sake – why didn't you say, sweetie? Now we're talking! Sod the sunbathing, tell me more!" I could visualise her sitting up straight, running her hand through her red hair, those green eyes alive with anticipation.
I had been keeping her up to date with all the goings on between Bethany and I and I knew there'd be sparks if they got together. They were made for each other – feisty, funny, intelligent, and above all just downright dirty.
I told her that Bethany was on her own this weekend. She'd had a very nice chance meeting last week with an old friend when I was doing the dirty with the enhanced trophy wife, but as far as I was aware she'd be back to getting off by her own fair hand for the next couple of days. I was still pestering her like mad to get in touch with Sam, but she seemed reluctant. I think she was quite smitten and a little scared that after the steamy threesome we had together he'd not want to see her again, despite showing interest afterwards.
Josie sounded disappointed. Her partner was away, and she had arranged to meet up with an old fuck-buddy for the evening. "Bugger, if only I'd known. D'you think she'll be up for a meeting tomorrow? Izzy's not back until Monday."
"Only one way to find out." I paused. There was something I wanted Josie to do for me. For weeks now, Bethany had been badgering me about what was behind the locked door in my bedroom. I had told her she was nearly ready, and after the thing with Mick I felt the time was now right. But what was upstairs behind that door was just as much Josie's as it was mine. I wanted
her
to show Bethany what was up there. I wanted Josie to induct her into the delights of The Panic Room; she was much more at home with the things that we had collected up in my converted loft than I was.
Josie was in her element. I gave her Bethany's phone number and she resolved to call her immediately. She was oozing enthusiasm. "Oh darling, d'you think she'll be up for one of my little games?"
Josie's little games. They'd have some people running a mile in the opposite direction. Bethany Hamilton would be sprinting at her full tilt, screaming 'bring it on.' Whatever filth Josie could dream up, Bethany would be able to take. I told her so and she cut me off before I could say another word. She was like that, my dear Josie.
I texted Bethany to say there was a call on its way and to take it.
