Freckly Fishy Face

Bob had to give one of his sister’s friends a ride. Bob thinks that she is very ugly, and looks like a fish. She has a very flat face, with a short, flat nose. Her eyes are large, and she appears very glassy eyed, almost just like fishy eyes. Her complexion is very pale, and she has some freckles that look like scales. I made sure that Bob was nice to her, but he calls her Fishy Face in his head. She is rather stupid, too (again, like a fish).

Untied bras lie loosely on tanned breasts

The next day Bob returned again to Paradise City Beach. Much to my dismay, as the day went on there were even more babes to keep his eyes on. In Bob's opinion, the first chicks that showed up were way better than mediocre. During break they were sunbathing directly in front of the picnic table where he was sitting, and I don't think he lifted his gaze from them, unless it was to appear as if he wasn't looking at them. But in the time that he was, he just feasted his eyes on her (the girl that was closest to him) luscious form and beautiful, beautiful boobs. For a while she was suntanning with the upper cord of her bra piece untied, so the flaps protecting her breasts from prying eyes were just lying there loosely. Oh, was Bob's mind running wild! Those perfect bags of fat and skin! His penis was hard as a rock! Occasionally she would sit up to check on the children that she was babysitting, and she had to hold her swimsuit to her breasts to keep from revealing herself. Did Bob find that arousing!

One time both of the women sat up (the one closest to him tied her string, while Bob's penis said "Sex me!"), and went to play with the kids that they were watching. After a short time, the came back to lie down, but they switched positions so that the other babe was in front of Bob. She also untied her top string so that her bra piece was just lying loosely on her naked breasts. This one's form wasn't as perfect, but her breasts were larger, and the bra piece was lying more haphazardly. Bob just glued his eyes to her boob, and hoped against hope that a little wind would kick up, or that she would get distracted (just that something would happen) and that the swimsuit would flip down and reveal her nipple for him to admire. At that point I just lost it! That is absolutely not acceptable! But at that point also, Bob didn't care anymore.

Eventually their lunch break ended, and they had to get back to work. More and more girls arrived throughout the day, including Helga, Maurice, Flirtastic, and other girls from that same town, some of whom Bob was 100% positive were checking him out.

But the most significant occurrence that needs to be related is one which happened several times, and really got Bob aroused. But one such instance happened right in front of him while he was taking break. Two girls arrived at the beach wearing bikinis under their shirts and short shorts or jean skirts. They stopped right in front of Bob, spread their towels out and, while facing him, proceeded to undress. The first girl pulled her shirt over her head, pausing just a second with her face covered and her breasts exposed for Bob to admire, and then she unbuttoned her shorts, slowly unzipped them, and pulled them off, exposing her lower piece. Bob thought that maybe she was trying to do a strip tease on purpose. Her companion was no better, and she was wearing a skirt. Skirts always turn Bob on, so he dick was straight as an arrow. After undressing right in front of him, they went and laid down, facing towards him with their heads positioned so as to give a perfect view of their breasts, compressed between their bodies and the ground. Bob just sat there awhile (against my cautioning) just admiring their cleavage. It was almost as if they intended for him to be watching them. Bob thought that maybe they noticed how sexy of a guy he was, and they were turning him on on purpose. Well either way, they succeeded.

Paradise City

The other day Bob was working by a beach in Paradise City. The girls are pretty, but the grass isn't green yet... which is why Bob was working there. He and his coworkers were seeding the side of a hill by Paradise City Beach. While he was working, he spotted Helga and her friend Maurice drive by. And then they drove by again, and again, and again... and then they left. Bob thought that maybe they were checking out, and then his coworker commented that it was too bad they didn't stay.

Well, later on it became apparent that they weren't exactly checking Bob out... they were checking the beach out as they came an hour or so later to go sunbathing. This got Bob (and all the guys he was working with) excited, as the one good reason for working at Paradise City Beach is to babe watch. Babes there were to watch, and in good measure! Not only were Helga and Maurice there, but they brought their friend Flirtastic with them. (I call her Flirtastic because she and Ed were an item for a long time. But maybe that is another story.) Along with that group of 3 there were several other girls that came along to the beach that day to sunbathe and swim.

Boy, did Bob and the guys he was with have a good time! Bob got several glimpses of Helga's perfect bikini-clothed body. He spent a while admiring per perfectly proportioned ass, and how her swim suit complemented her figure. Bob also noticed that Maurice was really a fine looking woman, too. Back in the day when Bob first met Maurice, he thought that she was just a loudmouth preppy. This past semester he ended up sitting right next to her in a computer class, and ended up learning differently. This day at the beach just confirmed what he was discovering: that Maurice was actually a foxy bitch.

After establishing Maurice's Foxy Bitch status, Bob went back to admiring Helga's breasts, the general curvature from her breasts, down along her tight stomach, and over her perfect hips. Yes indeed, he thought, she really is an excellent specimen of the female gender.

But you can imagine that through all of this that I was not a happy camper. I kept telling him that it was very, very wrong to be openly admiring their physical features; and yet, he just kept doing it. He just made sure not to get caught at it. *Sigh* what am I going to do with him?

Skimpy Thongs and Naked Asses

Rosaline was leaning over to check her homework with someone else in Calculus class, and Bob got quite a shock: Rosaline was wearing a thong! Bob had never really placed Rosaline as one of the thong-wearing crowd. Sure, he had spotted her wearing a G-string once or twice, but a thong? In Bob’s opinion, Rosaline is a very preppy girl. He was like “Woa, did I see what I thought I saw?” So he tried to look at it more closely, without staring. I told him that he should turn his eyes back to his derivatives, but he just could not not look. It looked so skimpy, too. Almost as skimpy as this thong.

He has seen a thong or two on accident before, but very few as skimpy as this one. He started thinking about what it would feel like to have one’s butt cheeks completely bare and rubbing against one’s jeans, but I told him that he should definetly not be thinking about Rosaline’s naked ass, no matter how tight of an ass she has. Eventually she got up to ask the teacher a question, and Bob’s mind moved on to other, more appropriate, thoughts.

Eye Candy

Just today Bob was chatting with an older guy that he works with, and out of the blue he said "Hey, do you know Helga?" Bob said that he didn't really know her, but that he more knew of her. What he didn't say was that he enjoyed looking at her ass during 8th hour. But he did chip in that she was "pretty foxy." Bob's coworker agreed, saying that she was "very easy on the eyes." Easy on the eyes. Bob thought that Helga is way better than just "easy" on the eyes. More like "eye candy."

Perfectly proprotioned breasts and hips... and a really nice ass

There is a girl that tutors for Bob’s 8th hour teacher, so he sees her doing random chores for his teacher. She is a junior, and Bob thinks that her form is very easy on the eyes. In his opinion, her breasts, hips, and butt are all perfectly proportioned. Especially her ass. He thinks she has a really nice ass. One day in class I caught him staring at her, and I really told him off for it! Seriously Bob, have a little decency! Just because she is an excellent specimen of the female species does not mean you can stare at her like she is in an exhibit!

Later that night before Bob went to bed, he read some articles on the internet. He thought they were going to be funny, but I turned on the gross-o-meter, and he felt really grossed out by them. So he went to bed and tried to get to sleep. Those articles had flipped the switch though, and he just had to jack off. He conjured up the image of the perfect female specimen in his mind, and had some amazing sex with her right then and there in his mind. This really surprised me, because when ever Bob masturbates, he usually makes up a big continuing masturbation story in his head, in which he is always married so he doesn’t feel quite so bad. Last night on the other hand, he didn’t give a rip and just started lusting away over this beautiful girl. I really didn’t know what to think! Geezz Bob, get a grip!

Miranda Stands Behind Bob in Just Her Underwear

Did I ever get around to writing what happened before the skit? No, I don’t think so. Well they Bob and Miranda were rehearsing with Ed’s help, and it came time to get all dressed for the skit, and Miranda needed to change out of her skirt and into some pants, so she ordered Bob and Ed to turn around. Cripes, the thoughts that were whipping through Bob’s head while they were turned around! What if he sneaked a peak? What kind of undies was she wearing? He was pretty sure it would be G-string or a thong, but he didn’t have much to back that up. If only Ed hadn’t been there, he might have tried to sneak a peek. I guess it’s good that Ed WAS there.

Bob’s mind was just a whirling, though. Miranda was RIGHT BEHIND HIM WITHOUT ANY PANTS ON! Oh, the possibilities!

Miranda's Buxom Breasts

Miranda is home from college, and Bob saw her again yesterday, and was she gorgeous! She was wearing a tight pink t-shirt, and it just pressed tight against her buxom breasts. He contemplated going over and saying hey, but decided that it wouldn't be a good idea because, after all, I had convinced him that it would be a good idea to stay away from her.

And yet Bob thought to himself “Damn, she is gorgeous! I just want to go over there and kiss her.” And then he had a quick vision of what it would be like to have sex with her, but I pushed that little idea straight out of his brain.