He awoke to his alarm going off. He had just over an hour to get packed and off to catch his plane. He hated New York. It reminded him to much of his ex-wife, and the bitterness he felt towards her. He never understood how she could not take more interest in their daughter. She preferred the lights and glitz, while he preferred the beauty and perfection that was his daughter's gymnastics. This house in Florida was his refuge from the dog eat dog world of advertising, and some how kept him above all the fighting that occurred in New York. His staff remained in New York, but in this day of electronics, it was not a concern. His hope was three days and he would seal yet another large contract, and then he and Beth could focus on getting her well.
He peeked in on Beth, and saw she was fast asleep. She was still in her robe from last night. She looked so peaceful sleeping; it tugged at his heart that he would have to be away from her while she was still so vulnerable. He went to his shower and quickly washed and shaved. He selected a dark blue Armani suit to wear, and two others to take with him. A quick call to his pilot to let him know he would soon be on his way, and he was set.
The guard at the gate of the secluded community called and said there was a young woman that was here to see him, and he instructed the guard to let her in. He stood on the front step of the house as she pulled into the drive. "Ms. Frazier I presume?" he asked. The young woman got out of the compact car and walked up to the front door. She was taller than he expected and had short brown hair with eyes that matched. She walked with confidence and extended her hand.
"Mr. Blackford? Nice to finally meet you sir. I am Amy Brock." Her handshake was firm, and she maintained eye contact with him while she spoke. He liked her instantly. He asked her to brief him on her plans for therapy for Beth. In 15 minutes she had covered her plan, and he agreed with all of it.
"I think you will find everything you need to work with her right here. The gym is out back, and anything you need can be delivered to you. I ask only that you allow no one in here. Beth knows who is allowed here. There are a couple of vehicles in the garage, but I do not anticipate you needing to use them. I have a calling service screening calls. IF you need me day or night I have left my number on this phone. Call me on it." He handed her a new IPhone.
"Thank you sir, but aren't you going to miss your flight?' Amy asked.
"It's my plane. They will wait. Now are there any questions?"
"No sir. I can handle it," she answered firmly.
"Ok. Have a look around. Beth is sleeping right now so make yourself at home. You can stay in a room here in the house or there is a guest quarters off the gym in back. Whichever you feel more comfortable with is fine," he said. With that he got into the Lexus SUV parked in the driveway and was gone.
Amy walked through the front door and could not believe her eyes. She knew that there had to be money to live in such a gated community, but by the looks of this place Dan Blackford was very well to do. She walked through the house admiring the décor. From the professional kitchen to the pool that connected the gym to the house it was all topnotch. The gym was better equipped than the health club she belonged too, and it looked like the beach was private. It was a life she could only imagine.
Wandering back into the house, she heard stirring down the hall. "Ms. Blackford? Is that you?" she called out.
"Yes, down here. I think I missed saying goodbye to daddy," a voice answered.
Amy opened a door at the end of the hallway, and stepped in to the room. She had watched Beth in the Olympics, and had seen the footage of her injury, but was amazed at how pretty she was in person. The cameras did not do justice to her. She was simply beautiful. "Your dad just left, and he said to tell you he will call when he gets in. Oh, and that he loves you," Amy said.
Beth smiled a dazzling smile. "That sounds like him. I take it you are here to watch over me for a few days."
"I am Amy. I guess I forgot my manners."
"I'm Beth and I am starving and probably need to dress. I had a good shower last night so I think I am good to go," Beth said with a giggle. "I might need a little help with the dressing, but not as much as daddy thinks I do. The closet is over there. Sweat pants and a sweatshirt would be great if you could grab them for me."
Amy went over to the closet, and was shocked at the clothes in it. It was a walk in closet with more shelves than she had ever seen. The closet seemed about the size of her apartment, and she was pretty sure she had never owned this many clothes in her whole life. She grabbed the sweats and brought them to Beth.
Beth stood and removed her robe. She could feel dried cum from her father the night before, and she quickly looked down to see if there was anything visible. Not seeing anything, she asked Amy to help her pull the shirt on. Amy gently pulled the shirt over the injured arm, and then the good arm. She could not believe how good of shape this young girl was in. The gymnastics had her in such good shape that every muscle was defined against the soft skin of Beth.
Beth sat back down on the bed as Amy pull on her pants. "I feel like a little kid needing you to help me with this stuff," Beth said.
"You are no little kid, and we will have you doing it by yourself soon enough," Amy replied. "Now let's see what we can find to eat,"
She placed Beth in the wheelchair and headed for the kitchen. It appeared that someone had prepared several meals and the refrigerator was well stocked. "Well, I guess there is all sorts of stuff in here. What are you hungry for?" Amy asked.
"Just a couple of scrambled eggs with toast and orange juice works for me," Beth replied.
Together they managed to make the breakfast which they ate out on the patio. The sea breeze was refreshing and enjoyable. As they ate Amy talked about the therapy over the next few days. Beth nodded in agreement. She was ready to get back to some sort of workout no matter how limited. "Ready when you are," Beth said.
They moved to the gym, and in just a few minutes Amy could tell she was in the presence of a world class athlete. The focus and dedication to learning the exercises and the intensity of the return demonstrations of them was amazing. An hour and a half later Amy called it good for the morning. "You did well with these," she commented.
"Well I am kind of tired sitting around doing nothing. I am not used to that. I have trained just about every day for as long as I can remember," Beth said with a shrug. "What I really want to do is get in the pool. Any chance of that?"
Amy shook her head, "Not with the casting you have on. It would ruin them."
Beth grumbled and decided it was pointless to push the issue. It had felt good to work out, but it did not take her mind off her father. She was missing his company and his touch. Just the thought of what happened yesterday was enough to make her wet. "Amy, since I can't swim I guess I need to shower. Can you help me get in there?"
Amy guided her into the spacious bathroom. "What do you need help with in here?" she asked.
"Just the top really, but also wrapping these stupid casts. Then I think I am good to go," Beth replied.
Amy pulled the top off of Beth. She was surprised at the size of the young girl's nipples. She was small breasted, but the puffy nipples stood out like they were pointing the way to or something. She was shocked she thought that, and focused on wrapping the cast on her arm in plastic. Beth had pulled down her pants and was struggling to get the leg over the cast. Beth squatted down to help. She noticed the sparse patch of hair around her pussy. She realized it was probably new since the injury. She also noticed that it looked wet around the lips, and did not think it was from sweat. She wondered if working out turned her on.
Once everything was set Beth reached in and turned on the water. "Might need help with the hair, but I will holler if I do Amy," She stepped in and shut the door to the shower. The jets felt good on her body, and the water made her miss the person who had joined her yesterday in there. Her hand traced a path from her hair down to her nipples. She played with both of them, and enjoyed the sensation it created in her pussy. Her hand traced its way down her stomach to her pussy. Two fingers found her clit. Slowly she rubbed in a circle, and felt it harden to her touch. She slipped the wand out of the holder in the shower and turned it to jet. She brought it down and focused the pulsing jets on her clit. The feeling was better than her finger. She lifted her good leg onto the small seat in the shower to spread her pussy a little more. It made the jets feel even better.
Amy decided to wash Beth's workout clothes. She quietly knocked on the door and opened it. She could see Beth highlighted in the steamed shower door, and watched her silently as she took the shower wand down. She watched where she aimed it, and knew what she was doing. It was nothing she had not done several times herself, and could not quit watching.
Beth thought about how good her dad felt in her, and how good he used his tongue. She imagined all of it over and over until she came with a shudder, and a small cry. She aimed the stream of water away from the now very sensitive clit, and stood enjoying the sensation of the now residing orgasm. She was missing her father being there to touch as she came. His call earlier to let her know he made it safe, and to ask how things were going was tough. She had wanted to tell him how she missed him, and how much she loved him. With Amy there she had decided she would not say all of that in front of her. The days he was gone could not go fast enough.
Amy could not believe she had gotten wet watching Beth. Wet didn't cover it. Soaked was more like it. She could feel her panties collecting the wetness from her pussy. She had never thought of another woman being able to do this to her. Her nipples were rock hard and she knew if they even rubbed against her shirt she would almost explode. The pure release she watched Beth have as she came, made Amy want the same thing. She slowly backed out of the bathroom leaving the clothes she came for on the floor. Just as she shut the door, she heard Beth call her name.
