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?