All characters in the following story, whether real or imagined, were 18 years of age or older at the time of these events.
Word gets around.
In the previous two stories, I told how I had taken a job with the public works department during the summer between his first and second college years. While I had been tasked with a number of jobs, the one that I thought would be the most boring, namely reading water meters, turned out to be the one that I liked the best because I encountered an attractive woman named Hillary who insisted on having sex with me. That last time occurred only the week before and now I found myself again dealing with the tedium of canvasing every home in a given neighborhood. It was always the same routine: knock on the door or ring the bell, announce myself as the meter reader, gain access to the basement, take the reading, and head on to the next house.
On this particular late July day I found himself in a neighborhood that I had not previously been in. The houses were a bit larger and much nicer than I had encountered in other parts of town, but to my mind a water meter is a water meter. At house number 222 I proceeded to ring the bell and could hear someone walking to the door. When it opened an attractive woman, who I guessed was perhaps in her early to mid 30s appeared, still dressed in a knee length blue terry bathrobe.
I again stated my business, "Meter reader!"
"Oh, hi," she said in a friendly tone. "I'm Beth Hennessy. By any chance is your name Wes?"
"Yes, yes, it is. How did you know?
"My tennis partner is Hillary, and she told me all about you. Why don't you come on in," she said invitingly. Moreover, Beth seemed to emphasize the word "all" in that statement, something that made me wonder but uncomfortably so.
Now my mind was dwelling on the statement about Hillary telling Beth everything about me. What did Beth mean by "everything"?
"I hope it was all good," I said innocently enough.
"Oh, it was. She even said how cute you were and she was right about that," said Beth giving me a once over from head to toe.
I took the opportunity to check out Beth and other than standing there in her bathrobe, it was apparent that she was exceptionally well-groomed even down to the nail polish on her toenails. Still, I had to wonder why she was still in her bathrobe at 11:00 o'clock in the morning. At least she hadn't come to the door like Hillary in a filmy nightie that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Or so I thought.
"Mrs. Hennessy if you will just point me in the direction of the basement, I'll just take my reading and be on my way. It is not my intention to bother you this morning."
"Oh, Wes, trust me, you're no bother at all. Actually, I'm glad that you came by. Hillary tells me that she had to show you how some things worked and that you were really good about paying close attention to her explanations. As a result, she told me that you have been very helpful to her. Is that true?"
"Yeah, I suppose," I said not wanting to elaborate but afraid that Hillary had clearly gone into a lot of detail—too much detail.
"Wes, I think you are being far too modest. Besides there is something that I think you can help me with," Beth said as she slowly began unfastening the tie of her bathrobe. Within just a few moments it was obvious that there was nothing under that bathrobe other than just Beth as she let it just fall open. She had a lovely pair of tits that were slightly larger than Hillary's but nevertheless appeared firm with erect red nipples.
"Ah, um, er," I started but found myself speechless.
"What's the matter, Wes, cat got your tongue? Or maybe I should ask if pussy's got your tongue?" At that Beth held back her bathrobe displaying her perfectly smooth shaved pussy. I had never seen one before as every other one had been hairy, even Hillary's which while groomed was still hairy.
I felt my face flush not knowing what to say. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."
