She removes her pullover

"Okay, fine. But do you have to be warm to be alone?" - Beth asks in a sassy way, unlike her. - "I thought you were trying to get rid of those dizzy spells..."

Beth's words suddenly get Rick's attention again. - "What do you mean?"

"Well, heat is a major factor in dizzy spells. It's actually one of the biggest triggers for it..." - She lies, even though unsure of why. - "It's an oven in here... are you gonna stay like that?" - Beth then removes her pullover and lays it next to her on the ground. - "Much better..." - She hisses, stretching her arms and unintentionally making her tank top to slide upwards, exposing her belly even more.

Her little show has the intended effect and Rick, now worried, sits up and starts unbuttoning his shirt. Beth thought she could convince him to remove his heavy leather boots, so she watches in awe as Rick strips. -"Wow, he really bought into that one. But it's not entirely a lie, anyway... and he needs to relax..." - Taking advantage of the moment, she grabs Rick's boots and tugs on them, this time unchallenged by the ex-cop. By the time he's finished removing his shirt and holster, Beth has managed to free his feet as well. Then, she moves on to his socks but, before she can grab them, Rick stands up. He looks worried, angry even, which makes Beth stand down. With her hands on her lap she fears another scolding.

"Beth, do you mind if I...?" - He questions, holding his belt buckle. - "I don't wanna take any chances today." - Beth is relieved he wasn't angry at her, and simply smiles gently, giving Rick the 'ok'. Unzipping his jeans, rick lets them roll down to his feet, quickly kicking them away. He sits back down in bed and watches as Beth removes his socks, leaving him with nothing but his briefs on. She didn't forget how Rick's feet smelled, how could she? Still, she removes them anyway, for Rick's sake. Meanwhile, Beth is trying hard, though her eyes betray her. From time to time, she catches herself peeking at Rick's crotch as she is sitting at the same height. After all, she has never seen a naked man before, not ever since she was a child. Shirtless, sure. In their underwear like this? That's a first.

"Much better, isn't it?" - She asks, trying to disguise her naughty stares.

Lacing his fingers behind his head and lying back, Rick is **** to agree. - "Yea, it kinda is... thanks,"

"No worries, you pick up a thing or two living in a farm." - She adds.

With one of Rick's foot still in her hands, Beth decides to test her luck by squeezing along the middle of his sole. - "So, should I just... go now?" - But before Rick even answers, she lets out a massive amount of drool onto his toes, just the way he likes it. Rick moans as Beth starts to rub his toes and gently stretches them back and forth. As angry as he might be, Rick just cannot bring himself to tell her to stop. He instinctively closes his eyes, bringing a sly smile to Beth's face for she knows she's just managed to "convince" him once again. Pleased with herself, Beth strives to give Rick an even better massage than the previous day. She adds more saliva whenever she can and, noticing how Rick continuously stretches his other leg, she decides to implement another move to her repertoire.

"Let me help you with that." - She announces, grabbing the tip of Rick's foot with one hand and the back of his knee with the other. Then applying all the **** she can muster, she attempts to stretch Rick's calf. She does it once, twice, then finally a third time. Unfortunately, Rick doesn't react too much to it.

"Doesn't that feel good? I thought that's what you were..." - She asks, curious to know if she'd done something wrong.

"Yea... it does, Beth." - He replies, unenthusiastically.

"You don't seem too pleased about it..."

"No, I am. It's just that... it takes a lot of **** to stretch a muscle you know? But it was nice, it felt good." - He compliments her again.

"Not good enough, though." - Beth thinks to herself, annoyed. She's tiny, she can't press any harder than she did. She's about to go back to massaging when she has an idea. Lifting Rick's foot to her chest, she places both hands behind Rick's knee and squeezes. This time she exerts much more **** and watches Rick moan loudly as he feels his calf pulling.

"Ohhh yea. Hmmmpf!" - He grunts in pain.

Smirking, Beth inquires once again. - "How about now?"

"Even better. What did you..." - He begins to ask, lifting his head and realizing how she did it. - "Nice trick, but doesn't that hurt your..." - He wonders.

"Boobs? Nah, they're pretty tiny!" - She giggles, moving on to his other foot, not even realizing Rick meant her chest. Since stretching him like that puts a lot of pressure on her chest, he got worried. - "And now the other one!" - She proceeds to perform the same routine as with his other foot. This time, though, she misplaces Rick's foot slightly to the left, which put his pinky toe almost on top of her nipple. Rick watches attentively as he realizes that's the second time he feels Beth's breasts that day. - "They're small but they're still breasts..." - He thinks as Beth stretches his calf. He chooses to remain silent so as to not give the meeting any more sexual connotations. With every squeeze, however, Rick unavoidably feels the softness of her chest. It feels great, both the massage and her boob, and Rick can't stop himself from feeling somewhat aroused. He tries to shake it off and focus on relaxing, though.

The truth is Rick's calves suffer horribly with his wandering through the woods and crawling, so he thoroughly enjoys Beth's hands exploring this new area of his body. - "That hurts so good, Beth... I'm so... sore there." - He mutters as Beth finishes his stretching. Panting, she casually announces she will be massaging his calves now. Rick consents in silence, relaxed and relieved his foot isn't pressed against her boob anymore. Beth's tireless hands begin rubbing his calf, she's a natural at this and quickly gets the hang of it. Her hands begin sliding up and down Rick's leg like a proper masseuse's. She tries hard to bring Rick some relief and, without realizing, she starts letting out these tiny moas with every rub. Very focused on her task, she doesn't notice a small tent forming in Rick's underwear and, to her surprise, Rick stops her abruptly. - "Beth... Beth, I need to..." - He doesn't even finish his sentence before exiting his cell hastily.

Confused, Beth, crawls outside, peeking outside his cell. She sees Rick rushing towards the bathroom, apparently with a hand over his crotch. This time, though, she's not gonna just stand by. She removes her boots and starts following him carefully. Rick is usually aware of followers, but inside the prison (and on his briefs) he lets his guard down a little. She hears the door lock and slowly sneaks towards it. Looking around to make sure no one is there, Beth peeks through the keyhole. She can't see much, the candle Rick lit inside is barely enough to see him sitting on the toilet. Soon, she hears very revealing sounds, followed by some murmur. Praying she won't be spotted but unable to stop herself, Beth places her ear against the keyhole and attempts to make out what Rick is saying.

"Hmmmpg... hmmmpf... yea... hmmm." - Is all she hears at first, along with "slapping" sounds, as if Rick was tapping on his wet legs. - "Sweat?" - She wonders, as she focuses on listening again. Rick seems to be grunting more and more and the slapping becomes faster, too. "Hmmpf, yea, ta... k..." - Is what she makes out as Rick's voice starts getting hoarse. His grunting grows louder and all of a sudden it subsides, being replaced but loud sighs. - "Ohhhpfff, ohhhhh god... ohhhh... " - A few second later, Rick stand up takes a step or two. - "Probably washing his hands... for once." - She laughs to herself. - "Although... why can't I hear any water running?" - She questions and hears Rick mutter something on his way to the door - "Again... an't b... id... again... geez... th... irl... Beth..." - Astounded to hear her name, Beth realizes she only has a few seconds before Rick catches her spying on him. She crawls away from the door and dashes down the hallway back to Rick's cell. Panting, she sits down and tries to catch her breath. Seconds later Rick walks in, looking flushed but calmer, more relaxed again and Beth is pretending to rehearse one of her songs to explain her breathlessness.

"Sorry, Beth, I... had to leave like that, I had to... an emergency. That was great, though, you got magic hands on you. Thank you for this." - He says lovingly as he walks past her and caresses her head.

"My pleasure! But now I think I should go help in the kitchen for a bit, is that ok?"

"Of course! Don't let me hold you back! Go ahead, I'll be alright on my own." - Rick encourages her.

Smiling, Beth turns around and exits his cell, immediately heading for the bathroom. She grabs the flash light and closes the door behind her. Pointing it at the toilet seat, it looks clean. - "For once!" - She laughs again, before sitting down. She didn't actually need to go at all and, in fact, she even sat down with her pants on. Beth was trying to retrace Rick's steps in there and, after a little thinking, she points the flashlight down, right in front of the toilet. Without much effort, she spots three or four small pools on the ground. She can't be sure what they are, not in those conditions, so she does what she has to: She kneels down and leans with her nose right next to one of them. It takes her a few whiffs, but once she is able to distinguish the smell of the toilet from the smell of the pool, it becomes as clear as water. -"Rick WAS masturbating in the bathroom after all!" - That was the exact same smell she had impregnated on her hand the day before. - "He didn't even bother to wipe this up. And it's not like he can say he missed the target like last time either..." - She asserts, as it's obvious Rick made no effort to cum inside the toilet.

"Men... so typical... can't even bother to clean up their own..." - She pauses. -"Mess..." - Beth says out loud, feeling a weird tingle in her belly. Scared of someone else accidentally spotting or stepping on Rick's sperm, she rolls up a big lump of toilet paper around her fingers and proceeds to wipe off the floor. With some caution and quite a bit of disgust, she starts to gather the semen as well as she can. There is more than she anticipated, though, and as she continues to rub, she can feel the moistness of the paper on her hand. - "Not this again!" - She thinks, as she continues to gather Rick's cum. A few more swoops and it looks like she's done enough for people not to be able to see or smell anything. She turns to the toilet but, before throwing the pile in, she remembers how the piping in the prison is not of the best quality. - "This thing has clogged more times than I can remember... I should get rid of this some other way, just in case." - To avoid stares and questions, Beth sees no other way but to squeeze the lump of paper in her hand to hide it. - "Beats putting in my pocket... imagine the stain." - She tells herself, as her finger sense the cold liquid running between them. - "I think I'll get rid of it it later tonight, when I can get to the patio undetected and can throw it straight into the big barrel we have." - With a strategy in place, Beth goes to her cell and hides the piece of paper in the best place she could find: between her mattress and the wall. - "Nobody's gonna see this here, even if they come in. Now I should actually go help in the kitchen, otherwise people are gonna start asking questions."

As soon as she enters the kitchen, Carol inquires. - "What's wrong, honey? Did you hurt yourself?"

Confused, Beth starts to mumble a reply before she notices her hand right on top of her nose. - "No, it's just itching a little." - She replies in her best friendly voice, deeply angry at herself. She manages to push on with her day and, when the night comes, she hits her bed to finally get some rest. She'd done so much work to forget about... everything else that she completely forgets to get rid of Rick's cum-soaked paper.

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When morning comes the next day, Beth wakes up to find the very same lump of paper stuck to her hand and her cheek. The smell of dried cum is evident in her cell and she immediately moves the paper away from her face. - "Argh! I can't believe I did it again..." - She thinks, disappointed. - "Today... today things will be different... I won't be stopping by Rick's cell, no sir. And I'm gonna get rid of this thing right this second, I don't even care if people see." - The first thing Beth will do when she sees Rick's car coming that afternoon will be to...