She sucked in a long breath and then exhaled, her demeanor change immediately, she had that ability to compartmentalize herself. She saw the book, “Whatcha reading?” she asked.
I showed her and was surprised she had a casual interest in Roman history after watching the HBO series Rome. Seems she loved the series and after talking about Rome for an hour or so and suggesting a few BBC programs on Rome she suggested we watch Rome again. It’s quite dramatized, for obvious reasons, but at the core is a good spread of Roman culture and politics.
We talked until the door bell rang.
She’d ordered supper to be delivered. We sat yacking and enjoying a really delicious lobster salad. It didn’t escape me that the meal had been chosen because all I had to do was stab things. Wine glasses as well because all I had to do is cradle the glass in my fingers.
I now digress to describe Beth.
Beth is a unicorn. Simply put. I’ve used just that term with her several times. She is of 100% Chinese descent born and raised in San Francisco. That Asian blood made her look twenty years younger than she was. If you didn’t know better you’d put her at in her late 20’s vice 45. She is a unicorn in that her hair is not the usual black for Chinese but is a light brunette and furthermore she is well tanned. Most Asian women prefer the pale look because being pale means you’re not working in the sun. Beth is the opposite, well tanned due to the amount of time she spends around the pool. She’s tall, standing about 5 ft 8 inches, has shoulder length hair which she has done with just enough curl to give it some style, her face is oval with thick but neatly manicured eyebrows, extremely rare amber colored eyes, a long nose wider at the nostrils, a thin upper lip but a nicely plump lower lip, perfectly straight teeth. Her overall physique is very well balanced looking like 33-28-34. Torso and legs are neither too long nor too short. Legs always freshly shaved and look silky smooth. She has smallish breasts on the large side of a A cup and given the fact she never wears a bra under her pajamas. Her belly is smooth and flat, very low on her belly is a caesarean scar from her two deliveries. I saw it once when she didn’t know I was watching as she adjusted her bikini bottom. Over all Beth is full figured with only a bit of excess weight, just enough to fill her out. Furthermore, I’ve never thought of myself as a foot person but Beth’s feet are freaking perfect. They are perfect for her size, slender well cared for and not even a hit of a bunion or other bulge. Toe nails are always manicured and either red or pink. A lady actually comes to the house to do her mani/pedi. She’s a women who is very easy on the eyes as they say.
As for clothing, Beth doesn’t dress down but does dress casually. Even at home she is stylish. Her favorite at home outfit, of which she has many colors, is a mid thigh length skort, polo shirt, and sandals. I’ve spent many stolen glances admiring her smoothly shaved legs in those. She never wears nylons and very little makeup.
Needless to say I’d do Beth in a heart beat… and Anne knew it.
Time for me I guess. I’m 13 years her senior, as you already know and stand 5 ft 11 inches, 195 lbs, fit due to loads of exercise riding bikes and using a rowing machine for several hours a day. Before my accident of course. Guys usually focus their description on their cock… so I will to. I wasn’t blessed with a horse cock or anything quite so impressive. When erect it’s just a tad over 6 inches long from the base to the tip and, I’m told… quite thick. Larger than some, much smaller than many others. In fact when Anne and I started to have sex it took several nights before she was able to comfortably take it. That isn’t bragging, it’s just the way it is. Anne is naturally quite small down there. Yes the vagina is capable of expanding during delivery, still Anne’s is quite tight. For many years sex was great and we remain very active to this day. However our love making has evolved, recently, meaning the past 2 years, it’s been a bit much for her due to some health issues so we’ve not been having traditional sex but rather oral sex with me cuming between her legs but not inside her. I’ve become quite fond of the legendary 69 position. No penetration is a bit disappointing but I’m ok with it. After 40 years we sync perfectly.
Anyway…
It was only 9 pm but I suggested going to bed early because I had a doctor’s appointment to check on my healing progress in the morning. I had offered to take an Uber but she shot that down and insisted she take me saying it might help her think. Unfortunately for me I brought up the Uber again after hearing of her work problem and that ignited her fury.
She got a really annoyed look on her face saying, “No God damn it, I’ll take you” and turned to walk rapidly to the master bedroom side of the house. She’d gotten to the door when she suddenly stopped and turned to me.
“Your appointment is at 11?”
“Yes” I replied.
“Shit…”, She headed back toward me talking mostly to herself, “Ok, up early, review the brief, then a 40 minute drive, hour and a half there and back, I’ll make the afternoon call” then stopped by me, “well get moving, there won’t be time for a shower tomorrow, let’s get this done.”
I shrugged, “Not really, I showered 2 nights ago and haven’t done anything but sun bath all day.”
She gestured toward the bedroom as if to a small dog or child, “Bullshit, get moving” and herded me in that direction. Once in the bedroom she said, “Get ready” and then detoured into the huge bathroom asking, “So how we doing this?”
As I struggled to get my clothes off I replied, “Shower, holding my hands up.”
“Alright then” she said as she turned on the shower. Much to my surprise she turned and came back into the bedroom where I had just pulled off my t-shirt and slipped off the moccasins I’d been wearing as alternative to shoelaces.
She pointed at my pants, “Can you get those off yourself?”
I’d already begun to undo the belt buckle but fumbled a bit.
She stepped to me and unbuckled the belt but she didn’t stop there. She also undid the button and pulled down the zipper. Under her breath I heard her say, “Shower…”
I breathed a sigh of relief when she stopped messing around near my cock and turned away saying, “Be right back…”
Taking my pants and shorts off was easy at this point but I was beginning to have an argument with my cock. He some how had gotten the impression sex was in the wind and had started to show his interest by swelling up a bit. I expected to wear my bathing suit and just as I started to slip it on Beth walked in.
The suit was just high enough to cover my bits and I modestly turned away.
But she’d put on her bikini, one I’d seen many times before.
“Oh shit” I thought to myself. She looked damned good.
She headed into the bathroom and faced away from the shower adding, “get in here… come on, chop chop.”
I hurried in and put my hands up on the wall away from the water, facing away from her, steeling myself for what I knew lay ahead.
In a few moments she was behind me and she started with my hair. The shower had a rainfall type head with additional sprayers in the walls. She’d only turned on the rainfall head. “The last time I washed someone like this was when the girls were still around,” she said casually. Indeed I told her I felt like a little kid again when mom washed me from head to foot and everything in between.
Yup, Beth quickly and efficiently washed me head to foot, my God her hands felt magnificent sliding the soap around. I closed my eyes fighting the sensations when her breasts pressed into my back as she reached around to lather up my chest. There simply wasn’t avoiding a hard on at this point.
Right then Beth tried to slip her hand under the suit band, no good. Then she tried up through a leg, again nope.
In exasperation she said. “Oh for Christ sake” and I felt her suddenly grasp the suit by the legs and jerk it down. I looked down to see it crumple at my feet.
I didn’t say anything but she did… “it was in the way…” paused lathering up her hands and added, “ok, here we go.”
Then, kind of suddenly and without a word the wash cloth slipped around my waist and between my legs lathering up my balls before her left hand went around the base of my cock and the right with the wash cloth wrapped around my cock and slid up and down it a few times. It happened so quickly I gasped, “Damn Beth, a little warning next time.” Then she took the washcloth in her left hand but her right stayed around my now semi alert cock. I looked down and watched her hand, much more slowly than necessary, slide up to my cock head where her finger tips slipped over it, she lingered grasping my now mostly hard cock. A clearly unnecessary act.
“Jesus Reg, no wonder Anne’s stuck around all these years.”
“Ha, ha, ha” I replied.
She then did something which greatly surprised me. My eyes went wide when her fingers swaddled in wash cloth went up into the crack of my ass. She was leaving nothing unwashed.
“Ok, rinse off there big guy.”
I did as directed.
The shower stopped. “Ok, back out and I’ll dry you off” she cooed. I glanced over my shoulder at her. She had this huge smile on her face.
“In need of a distraction from work are you?” I asked as I stepped out of my suit and backed up.
“I’ll take what distraction there is,” she dead panned and started drying me off, head to foot. I held up my arms and closed my eyes as she dried me off, again my balls, cock, and ass were the last to get attention. It was a quick to the task dry with nothing more.
“Can you get your sleep wear on?” She asked. She always called pajamas sleep wear.
“Ya, they slip on pretty easily.”
She’d already left the bathroom because I heard from the bedroom, “Ok, see you bright and early” and the door closed.
I slipped into the shorts and then into bed. Just as my head hit the pillow I got a call from Anne. We hadn’t talked for a few days and there was some catching up to do. All was well back home, then she asked how I was getting along. I said, “Well enough, no problems so far” and then decided to avoid any later questions, “Beth did give me a shower tonight.” and I went on to describe it.
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