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.

Age of Empires II takes a back seat

Age of Empires II has taken a back seat in Bob's life to his new passtime: running around in circles. For some reason, Bob has decided that endlessly running around a field counter-clockwise is a lot of fun. Therefore, I have not had the opportunity to write much lately.