Title: Anna's Story Chapter One (of Nine) 
Author: Paco Andante 
Keywords: nosex 
Words: 36987
This section: 2374 

Anna walked mechanically, as though in a daze. Her clothing was in 
disarray, with her skirt a bit askew, her blouse unbuttoned to a degree 
she would never ordinarily allow, and massive remains of cum was drying 
on her neck and chest, sliding, dripping between her breasts, staining 
her blouse. 

"How had it come to this?" she wondered, plodding on, setting one foot 
in front of the other. She hardly saw the dusty, brush lined road, 
leading back to town and the spa where her room waited, where she could 
clean up her body, and get into clean clothes. But what could she do 
about the stain on her soul? How will she justify her abasement with 
her enjoyment of it? 

------***------ 

Three months before, Anna had been happily anticipating her first real 
vacation; her new job payed enough that she could afford a week at 
prestigious Lake Balaton. Between her own research on the internet and 
an agent right in Budapest, she found a place to stay. Once again, she 
wished for the car she vowed she would soon own; it would only take 
about ninety minutes instead of the hot and boring four hours by train, 
and then another twenty minutes by bus. But at age 22 she couldn't 
afford one, yet. 

True, the panzió she had chosen was not the best of places, a slightly 
rundown leftover "mansion" from worse times past, but the rental agent 
had assured her it was clean and, best of all, it was one where she 
could afford room and board for a whole week. 

The bus let her off at the stop nearest The Mansion, in a small village 
on the lake's North shore. From there she had a short walk. She was 
excited, anticipating her week, so she didn't mind the walk. Her 
suitcase was fairly light and, being young and fit, it offered her no 
challenge. 

As she approached the old house she paused a moment in the driveway to 
take it in and noticed how the style of the building reminded her of 
the "bad old days" her parents frequently spoke of, but of which she 
herself was too young to remember. 

The caretaker, having expected her arrival, and no doubt seeing her 
approach, made a show of helping her with her bag. Since he was an old 
man and about ten centimeters shorter than her 178, she wondered with a 
toss of her dark-blonde hair, how he would have managed if she had 
brought more than the few essentials she had packed. Nevertheless, he 
climbed the creaky stairway rapidly and showed her to her room. Though 
only one floor from the ground, it seemed light and airy enough, with a 
view of the lake across a tall stand of reeds. The old man identified 
himself as "Szabó Attila," and explained the meal arrangements, even 
though the agent had already made them clear. She had missed the noon 
meal, of course. 

Anna deposited her bags and used the communal women's room down the 
hall to freshen up after her long trip. On exiting, she encountered an 
older couple who cordially introduced themselves as Mr. and Mrs. 
Németh, László and Zsófia, retirees from the company that still 
owned the mansion. 

"You have just arrived?" the husband asked. "We were told you were 
coming, but not when." 

"Yes. It's a long trip by train." 

"You must be tired. Come down to the porch. There is a nice breeze off 
the water, and I just made tea," the older woman smiled, then leaned 
toward Anna, took her arm and added. "And I saved some kifli, if you 
would like." 

When they were seated at a weather-beaten table, and the tea poured, 
Mr. Németh inquired, "Is this your first time at The Mansion, my 
dear?". 

"Why, yes, it is." 

"Well, then, anything you might need to know, just ask us," he beamed. 
"We've been coming here for years. It's almost home to us." 

Anna looked around. The view of the lake was actually better from her 
room window than from the porch because the reeds obscured much of the 
view. She looked for a beach or somewhere that she could "work on her 
tan." To her disappointment, she saw nothing promising but the short 
lawn just below the porch, sloping gently to the reeds. 

"Isn't there a beach?" she asked. 

"Oh yes," Zsófia said. "It's just a little up that way," pointing with 
her hand, "but you have to go around, a couple of kilometers through 
the village. It's a very nice public beach, with all the amenities, 
changing stalls and all." 

"Oh." Anna's agent had not told her about the distance. But she was 
determined to get a tan, so decided there was still time in the day to 
walk to the beach to look it over. 

As soon as she could politely break free from the kindly clutches of 
her new friends, Anna ran up to her room and changed from the baggy 
jeans and floppy sweatshirt that were her "travel clothes," into green 
shorts and a red halter-top. 

She examined herself in the room's small mirror, and took a moment to 
admire how her breasts filled the halter, the skin of her smooth belly, 
(too white, she thought) and how the shorts showed off her rounded hips 
and butt as well as her shapely long legs. Smiling to herself, she 
imagined old László's eyes bugging out as she sauntered across the 
lawn below where they sat. 

And "saunter" she did, and was mildly disappointed when the Németh 
couple only smiled and waved as she disappeared down the driveway. Of 
course, she didn't consider that László had years of practice at 
hiding his reactions from Zsófia. Or that Zsófia knew anyway, but 
didn't mind too much where he got his appetite, as long as he satisfied 
it with her. 

It was a pleasant walk for Anna, passing quaint little shops on the 
way. Getting some appreciative looks from male walkers of course helped 
to shorten the way. 

Arriving at the beach, she had to agree with the Németh's description; 
a nice public beach. And a row of changing booths and comfort stations 
was lined up at a discrete distance from the water. 

"It's smaller than I imagined," Anna thought to herself, "and more 
crowded. 'Specially since it's already late afternoon, the best time of 
day already gone past." 

*** 

Returning to The Mansion from her examination of the beach, Anna found 
the Németh couple still on the porch, but now seated in a pair of 
rocking chairs. As Anna climbed the few steps, Mrs. Németh called out, 
"Well, how did you like the beach?" 

Not wanting to shout, Anna walked over to them, "It's very nice. But 
smaller than I thought." 

There was no third chair, so Mr. Németh made as though to give his 
seat to Anna, but she motioned him to stay seated and gingerly tested 
the railing. It proved to be sturdy enough, so Anna perched her pretty 
rear on it, her long, nicely muscled legs dangling down. Zsófia smiled 
as László's eyes roved up and down Anna's figure. 

"And it seemed crowded," the younger woman finished saying. 

"Well, if you only want to swim," Zsófia began thoughtfully, "you 
could wade out through the reeds. The lake is only across that stand of 
reeds, there." 

"But if you just want the sun," her husband added, his eyes lingering a 
moment at Anna's cleavage, "and prefer privacy, there's the old dock. 
Some of the boards might be a little rotted since it isn't used these 
days. But you should be able to use it, maybe even swim from it." 

"Oh, yes," Zsófia added, "I forgot about that. The path is right 
through that space between the reeds, can you see it? Behind the old 
shed." 

Anna brightened at this. It might be just what she wanted; quiet, 
solitude and sun and maybe a dip to cool off. 

"The shed was used for deck chairs and such. In the old days," László 
added. 

"But you have to walk through the mud. Just a few meters, but you might 
not find that pleasant," Zsófia continued. 

"Oh!" Anna exclaimed in alarm. "Could I sink in the mud?" 

"I doubt it," László grinned, admiring her slender figure. "But I 
would not wear shoes or sandals. You might lose them." 

"In the old days there was a boardwalk, but it rotted away long ago," 
Szofia offered. "But I doubt you have to worry about sinking. The water 
might reach your calves, but the mud will only squish between your 
toes." 

The bell rang announcing supper, so the three went upstairs to wash up. 

*** 

Anna hurried down to the dining area as the sun began to drop behind 
the mountains. Mrs. Szabó was setting out the cold supper, with lots 
of dark bread, cheeses, sliced meats, and various pickled things. She 
also set out some cakes and pastries on a sideboard. 

As Anna entered she winked at her, and said, "I know you missed the hot 
meal, so I warmed some leftover chicken for you." 

To everyone, she announced that she was going home, and to just stack 
the used dishes on the sideboard, but asked that they please put any 
uneaten food in the refrigerator. And then, with a smile, she left her 
guests to their own doings. 

Already seated at the long table were the Németh couple, who 
introduced Anna to the others. A couple, Szakály György, a dark 
haired man of about forty, and his younger wife, Ilona. They had two 
children with them, and György introduced them. A ten year old 
daughter, Dori, a robust, dark-haired girl with flashing eyes, and a 
son, Peti, an introverted-looking, nervous boy of about thirteen, with 
eyeglasses. 

As Anna was making her "hellos" to them, the other two guests arrived, 
making excuses for arriving late. 

"Hé, you must be Anna," the young man said, extending his hand. "They 
told us you were coming. I'm Csaba, and this is my fiancee, Margit. 
We've been hiking." 

It seemed to Anna that Margit was rather too pale and thin for someone 
that went out hiking, but noticed that she had put down a very 
wide-brimmed sun hat and wore a long sleeved blouse. Evidently she 
didn't want a tan, or had sensitive skin, as people with fiery red hair 
sometimes do. 

The young woman, just a bit older than Anna, smiled and murmured, 
"Szervusz," politely, and took the seat her fiancee held for her. 

The supper went with the usual sort of chatting, small talk among the 
guests as they ate. It seemed odd to Anna that the hiker couple didn't 
offer glowing descriptions of the things they had seen on their walk. 
She found herself getting curious about that. At one point Margit 
pulled a small twig out of her unruly red hair, and Anna wondered how 
it had gotten there, under that huge hat. 

Her musing was interrupted at one point when, despite being carefully 
seated on either side of their parents, the two youngsters began to 
bicker over some bit of nonsense. Had they been sitting together they 
probably would have fought. 

When order was restored, and the pastries and coffee were brought down 
to the table, Anna resumed imagining about the mysterious pair. She 
smiled to herself at the some of those thoughts, calling herself 
"wicked," and "nasty." But still she could barely suppress a giggle at 
her mental image of "skinny" Margit, naked in a bed of dead leaves, 
with Csaba screwing her from behind. 

Supper done, the plates stacked, and the uneaten food- what little 
there was- safely in the refrigerator, the guests retired to the 
recreation room. 

There was a seating area in a corner facing a TV set, a billiard table, 
and another seating area with a smaller table clearly intended for card 
or board games. The TV area separated itself from the rest of the room 
by the arrangement of the couches and chairs, forming a kind of "nook." 

Anna found that she was more tired than she had thought, probably from 
the long train ride, so she elected to join the Némeths and the 
"hikers" in watching a show on TV. The boy, Péter, challenged his 
father to a three-cushion billiard game and Ilona and Dorottya settled 
down to play checkers. 

Anna thought, "Good. Keep those kids apart before they start to fight," 
and settled into a big, stuffed chair between two couches. She mused 
how, at other times in her life, she might have been disappointed that 
there were not more guests of her age, but was not now. "I don't need 
any entanglements," she thought. 

The show currently playing on the TV from a station in Balatonfüred 
was a game show and Anna really could not get into it. So instead she 
found herself watching Margit and Csaba who were clearly very wrapped 
up in one another. 

Unbidden, the mystery of the twig in the pale woman's hair kept 
spawning lascivious thoughts, and Anna found herself getting turned on 
by her mental images of how it might have gotten there. Anna crossed 
her arms under her breasts, lifting them slightly, and surreptitiously 
began to rub them through the halter with the backs of her thumbs. 

When the next show came on, it was agreed to watch one of the popular 
reality shows that she didn't care for, so Anna said her goodnight and 
went up to her room. It was still quite warm, so she opened the window 
all the way and left the door open for the breeze as she finished 
unpacking, hanging up her clothes to let out the wrinkles, Then she 
closed the door and prepared for bed. Though the room had cooled, it 
was still warm, so she stripped down to her panties. 

As she crossed the room to the bed she caught a glimpse of herself in 
the mirror and paused to look. Smiling, the thought, "I'm cute, even 
old László noticed. But wait 'till I get tanned!" She briefly ran her 
fingers along the tan lines that already showed a bit on her tits, and 
gave her breasts a firm squeeze. 

************************************** 

Title: Title: Anna's Story Chapter Two 
Author: Paco Andante 
Keywords: nosex voy Fsolo 
Words: 3164 words 

Next morning, Anna slept late, unusual for her. Waking, she hurriedly 
put on her robe and slippers to make her way down the hall to the 
women's, then returned to her room to dress. She began to select 
clothes for the day, but the bell began to ring downstairs announcing 
breakfast, so since they were right at hand, she quickly donned the 
shorts and halter she had worn yesterday. 

"Ah, good morning, Anna," László said as she entered the dining room. 
She smiled and said, "Szia," to the group and took a seat. 

As she passed the bread and cheese, Zsófia asked Anna, "And what are 
your plans for today, my dear?" 

"Well, I want to get a good tan," Anna answered. "I like how I look 
when I am brown, not foggy white like winter." 

Then she suddenly realized that she may have insulted Margit, who 
looked pale as a ghost. But if the young woman had taken offense, she 
didn't show it. 

Throughout the breakfast there was pleasant conversation, though the 
Szakály family were mostly quiet, except when the parents had to 
intervene in the youngsters squabbling. The two hikers joined in the 
casual talk, but avoided any questions about their plans for the day, 
Csaba only making a casual remark about the rare plants to be found in 
the hills. Their reticence only fueled Anna's curiosity about the pair. 
She recalled with a blush her imaginings at seeing the little twig in 
Margit's hair. 

"Later this afternoon I might take a stroll through the village," 
Zsófia offered. "There are some interesting shops. Maybe you saw some 
of them yesterday, Anna? If anyone would like to come along, I wouldn't 
mind company." 

László shook his head in false dismay, "I suppose that means you will 
be spending a lot of money," he smiled, "maybe I should go with you, 
Zsó." 

"Don't worry, Laci. Only to look, not to buy. Except maybe some local 
wine." 

When the hearty, if plain, breakfast was over, the guests went their 
separate ways. Anna decided to investigate the "old dock" the Némeths 
had mentioned yesterday, so after washing up, she walked out to the 
reeds and where the shed stood. As she walked she saw the older couple 
settling into the rocking chairs again, and they waved cordially to 
her. 

She found the path with very little trouble, though without the 
Németh's description it would not have been obvious. After walking 
just a few meters down the path it seemed to Anna that she had entered 
another world. Quiet, isolated, and suddenly hot since the reeds 
blocked off the breeze. The path grew damp and then became wet as she 
continued, and then was covered with water. Anna pulled off her 
sneakers and ventured on barefoot. 

As promised though, the water never got more than a few centimeters 
deep, and ahead she saw a rotting wooden platform, with a little gazebo 
on it. As she drew closer, she could see that there were still solid 
boards, so she climbed on, and began to explore. 

Around the other side of the gazebo and toward the lake was the remains 
of the dock the Némeths had told her about. Gingerly, testing the 
strength of the wood with her weight, she found that in the three by 
four meter area at the end of the dock, although the wood was gray and 
worn, it was still solid. Just a perfect size for sunbathing. The 
splintery condition of the surface would not matter if she lay on a 
beach towel. And even better, the thick, tall reeds growing almost all 
around would guarantee her privacy. 

She sat down on the edge of the dock, dangling her feet in the warm 
lake water, and smiled at her find. "What a great spot! I can bake here 
until I'm brown and get those sexy tan lines I want! And no one will 
bother me" 

Here, at the water's edge, the reeds didn't hamper the breeze so much, 
and Anna sat for a while, enjoying the view over the lake, impatient 
for the sun to rise high enough for good tanning. 

Her thoughts strayed once more to the mysterious hikers, Margit and 
Csaba. 

"I wonder where they are going today," she smiled to herself, "and are 
they really hunting rare plants?" She giggled to herself about the twig 
she saw in Margit's hair last night, and that she would have 
entertained such lewd thoughts. There are, after all, many ways a hiker 
might snag a twig in her hair while taking off her hat for a moment. 

*** 

When Anna returned to The Mansion, the older couple had gone. Anna 
climbed the stairs to her room and changed clothes into her bright blue 
bikini, and once again admired her reflection. Admired how the color of 
the skimpy suit complimented her blonde hair and green eyes. Admired 
how her breasts were barely, but decently, covered, how shapely her 
long legs were, and admired the swell of her hips and butt. 

Anticipating that it would take a few minutes for it to soak in, she 
covered every exposed square centimeter of her smooth skin with lotion. 
And in the process savored the voluptuous feeling of touching herself. 
It felt so good that when she was done with coating herself, she 
couldn't resist slipping her hands under the bikini top just for a 
moment to squeeze the ample mounds within. 

Finally, pulling herself away from the mirror, she draped a beach towel 
over her shoulders, and left her room, carrying the bottle of lotion, a 
second smaller towel and her sunglasses. 

On her way down the stairs she almost collided with Peti, the 13-year 
old Szakály boy. Like kids his age, he was running up the stairs to 
his room without looking where he was going. He stopped barely in time 
as he saw Anna, and his eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets. His 
past experience of beautiful, scantily clothed women was almost 
entirely by internet porn. He had thought Anna beautiful before, but 
seeing her in the bikini was almost too much for his already 
hormone-overloaded libido. 

He stammered in embarrassment, "Oh shit! Oh, ah, I... I'm sorry!" 

Anna smilingly admonished him to watch his step next time, and walked 
on. Peti stood frozen in his tracks on the stair, unable to take his 
eyes off her receding butt, the bottom curves of it playing peek-a-boo 
from under the blue cloth, cloth that seemed to wave at him like 
Bavarian pennants in a light breeze. 

Anna went on to her new-found dock for her sunbathing, forgetting the 
incident almost immediately. But Péter went to his room, forgetting 
his original purpose in going there but certainly not the incident. 
Panting, he slammed the door, threw himself onto the bed, pulled his 
pants down and masturbated furiously. 

Anna negotiated the almost hidden path, and gaining the dock, spread 
her towel on the grayed boards, and checked the time. It would not do 
to bake too long and burn. Then she relaxed on her back, covering her 
feet with the extra towel. 

"Ah. This is the life," she thought. "Hot sun, cool breeze, no 
interruptions, and nothing I have to do." 

An hour later, she felt baked, so she dunked herself in the water, then 
went into the shade of the gazebo to dry. She almost forgot about the 
noon meal. She debated with herself a moment, then decided to leave the 
towels and the bottle of lotion. "I'm coming right back to bake the 
other side," she thought. 

By the time she re-entered The Mansion her suit was dry (after all, 
there wasn't all that much to it) but realizing she wasn't dressed for 
dinner, even at a resort, she hurried upstairs and pulled a light 
sundress over the suit, and arrived at the table just as Mrs. Szabó 
rang the bell. 

The hikers, Csaba and Margit, were not at the table, and Ilona wondered 
out loud about it as Mrs. Szabó was serving. 

"Oh," the older woman said, "young Csaba asked me to pack some food for 
them. He said they were walking a long way today." She smiled, "So I 
did. He said they'd be back for supper, though." 

The dinner went quietly, and only after the fish soup course was done 
did Anna realize that it was quieter mostly because the Szakály kids 
weren't feuding. Peti was being almost nice to his little sister, even 
allowing her to take servings before him. Anna didn't see his frequent 
and furtive looks at her from behind his thick-rimmed glasses. She 
didn't notice, nor did anyone else, the tent that had risen in his lap. 
She didn't realize how the blue outlines of her bikini top could be 
seen through the thin cotton of the pink sundress, or how the light 
garment emphasized the generous outlines of her breasts. 

She did notice how both György and László took every opportunity to 
offer to pass one serving or another to her. She smiled inwardly, 
thinking how nice that they were being so attentive. 

When dinner was finished, and everyone was relaxing over coffee and 
treats, Mrs. Németh repeated her offer of "window shopping" in the 
village later that afternoon. 

Anna said, "I'm going to go tan my back, but if you go after I'm done, 
I'd like to come along." 

Zsófia smiled and said, "Then I'll wait for you, dear." 

Anna went back to the old dock, without the sundress of course. This 
time she brought a book from The Mansion's small library, a 
contemporary thriller/romance, and a cushion from the sitting room. 

Well-coated with lotion, she lay on her stomach, propped her upper body 
up on the cushion with her back facing the sun, and started to read. 
Even with her dark sunglasses the pages were very bright, and every few 
pages she closed her eyes briefly to rest them, and wiggled a bit to 
find a more comfortable position. 

"Tan lines are OK," she thought, "but maybe a line across my back is 
not so nice." 

Secure in the isolation given by the tall reeds, Anna decided to untie 
the bikini top. "No one can see me, and besides," she thought, "my 
chest is up against the cushion anyway." 

The story in the book was not as entertaining as she had hoped, and her 
thoughts kept straying back to how attentive the men had been to her at 
the dinner. But she went on reading anyway. A few pages later, the 
heroine of the story was in an amorous embrace with the handsome 
detective, the sun felt so snug and warm on Anna's back, the cushion 
was pressing so firmly on her own two "pillows," and Anna began to feel 
very turned on. She found herself closing her eyes, but not just to 
rest them against the glare, and wriggling against the cushion for 
reasons other than seeking comfort. 

Her nipples became erect, rubbing on the triangles of her bikini top 
trapped between the cushion and her breasts. The sensation was 
delicious, but was not arousing enough, and Anna wanted more, needed 
more, so she hurriedly moved the little triangles of cloth away, giving 
the rougher fabric of the cushion intimate contact. That felt better, 
and Anna's upper body wiggled and squirmed even more. The more her 
breasts and nipples rubbed against the cloth, the more she wanted, the 
more she needed. 

With a barely audible moan, Anna clasped the cushion, mashing her tits 
against its coarse-textured substance. Her nipples, super-erect and 
hard, bored into the cloth. Anna's movements rubbed them like on 
sandpaper, squeezing the flesh of her boobs this way, then that, now 
up, then down. A warm dampness, but not of sweat, grew between her 
legs, and she clamped her thighs tightly together. 

Her mouth opened in a soundless cry, her eyes still squeezed shut, and 
one of her hands, seemingly of its own volition, invaded the space 
between a breast and the cushion's fabric and clamped firmly on the 
yielding flesh it encountered. Her thighs rhythmically relaxed and 
clamped again, and her butt writhed. Her other hand joined the first, 
grasping, mashing and pulling both of her fleshy orbs and rubbing their 
hard nubbins against the coarse weave. She buried her face in the 
cushion. 

In a little while, her head suddenly snapped up, her eyes popped open, 
her teeth sank into the cushion, and a prolonged gasp emerged as though 
forcibly wrenched from her throat, and her body grew rigid. And in a 
moment she convulsed in little spasms, and for several seconds was not 
aware of the dock, the reeds or even the hot sun on her quivering back. 

Slowly, her breath returned to normal, her hands stopped their frantic 
grasping, and with a sigh, she drew the little triangles of blue cloth 
back into place. The velvety fabric felt cool and smooth on her tits. 

Anna closed the book, unfinished, then closed her eyes and relaxed. The 
story had not been very engrossing, anyway. Tomorrow she'll select 
another. 

*** 

Later, after a refreshing shower, soothing her sun-beaten skin and 
removing the sticky mix of lotion and sweat, Anna dressed for the 
stroll to the village; white slacks, a silky turquoise-blue blouse and 
comfortable walking shoes. Feeling enlivened and fresh, she met Zsófia 
downstairs in the sitting room. 

"Ah, there you are!" the older woman exclaimed. "I heard the shower 
running. So I thought you would be coming along. Ilona said she would 
join us, too. How was the sunbathing? You found the old dock, I 
suppose." 

The two women chatted amiably for a few minutes until footsteps on the 
stairs announced the arrival of others. To their surprise, everyone 
except the absent hikers and young Peti had decided to join them. 

Zsófia captured Anna's arm in hers and set off toward the village, 
chatting about the high prices at most of the shops as they strolled, 
and remarking on the occasional "good buy" that can be found. Ilona and 
her daughter walked alongside them, Dori looking sullen and muttering, 
"Mama, why did I have to come along?" 

Bringing up the rear, László and György began to discuss the 
National Soccer Team and their chances against the Dutch. But in spite 
of their deep involvement in that discussion, both men's eyes were 
watching how Anna's ass was "making faces" in her slacks as she walked. 

They strolled through the village, looking into shop windows at the 
displays, Zsófia often commenting on the items exhibited there. 

At one shop window, as Anna bent to take a closer look, László smiled 
and whispered, "György, I could follow her for hours!" 

The younger man smiled and nodded his agreement. 

Dorottya's muttered complaints finally quieted when Zsófia bought some 
pastries for herself and Anna, which, with her parents' consent, Anna 
shared with the girl. Young Dori immediately dropped her considerations 
about Anna being "an older girl," and decided she was her friend. 

When they returned to The Mansion it was László, not Zsófia, who had 
purchased a few bottles of local wine. 

While the others investigated the shops in the village, Péter was 
doing investigations of his own. Having discovered there was a computer 
in The Mansion's small library, he entered that room and turned it on. 
To his delight, he discovered that it was connected to the internet, 
and so he immediately navigated to his favorite porn site. 

Ignoring what had been his favorite video, he searched for scenes 
featuring tall blonde women, and was soon engrossed in watching one 
after another. 

He could hear Mrs. Szabó singing to herself while clattering dishes in 
the kitchen, and Attila was hammering something outside, so considering 
it safe, he pulled his throbbing erection from his pants and began to 
massage himself. In his imagination, the actors on the screen became 
Péter and Anna, and his hand became Anna's hand, or her mouth, or the 
valley between her breasts, or other of her features according to the 
action he watched. 

Fortunately, someone had left a box of tissues in the library, and Peti 
made use of several in the course of the afternoon. 

When he heard voices coming up the driveway to The Mansion, he 
hurriedly put himself back in order, erased all history and other 
evidence of his site visits, shut the machine down and left the 
library. 

The guests returned from their stroll through the village tired but 
cheerful, and with time to spare before supper. Anna used the time to 
freshen up and lie down for a while. 

When the bell rang for supper, everyone had a very good appetite, and 
were in a chatty mood. Even Csaba and Margit joined in, and actually 
shared a little about their hike and their discoveries. Péter, 
however, was quiet, staring at Anna when he thought no one was looking. 

László brought some of the wine he had purchased and generously 
shared it, even insisting that Mrs. Szabó, who stayed to clean up, 
take some to the kitchen for Attila and herself to enjoy. 

After supper, prodded by Dori, Ilona suggested that there was a movie 
being shown on TV that they might all like, and all the guests moved to 
the recreation room and settled in to watch it. László brought the 
unfinished bottle and two glasses. Anna was surprised when he gave the 
second glass to her, filling it. 

"Zsó never has more," he confided, "and I won't finish it alone." 

The movie was entertaining, and Anna shared in the laughter, but had 
anyone noticed, Peti had placed himself where he could watch Anna, and 
spent more time looking at her than at the TV. Especially when Anna's 
laughter made her boobs jiggle in her blouse. 

When the movie ended, the Szakály parents sent Dori off to bed, and 
after a while Anna decided not to watch the next show, either. Peti's 
eyes hungrily followed her out of the room and up the stairs. 

*** 

It was quiet in Anna's room, the TV sounds from downstairs were 
inaudible, the only sound being the quiet susuration of the breeze in 
the reeds heard through the open window. Anna savored the feel of the 
cool sheets on her bare skin and soon was asleep. 

She startled awake in the dark. "What was that I heard? A cry?" 

In a moment she became aware of muffled noises from the adjacent room. 

"It's from the old Németh's room!" she thought. "Oh, are they all 
right?" 

Like strange music, muted female outcries and hushed squeals of obvious 
pleasure rose to a peak, and then a rhythmic thumping added a drum 
track to the subdued melody of baritone grunts and soprano squeals. The 
music rose in another crescendo to peak at a muffled simultaneous 
fanfare, then settled to drum-less low murmurs, and finally in silence. 

Anna smiled, hugging the pillow to herself, rolled over and went back 
to sleep. 

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Title: Anna's Story Chapter Three 
Author: Paco Andante 
Keywords: MF voy exhib Fsolo msolo 
Words: 3586 

Next morning Anna awoke early, as is usual for her. As she arose from 
bed, she noticed that her panties were damp. 

"I wonder what I was dreaming," she thought. "It's too bad I don't 
remember." 

She tossed them into her "to be washed" bag and drew on her robe and 
slippers and quietly made her way down the hall for her morning 
"necessities." Then, returning to her room, she selected her morning 
clothes, tan shorts and peasant blouse, and set them out on the bed. 
She selected her underthings and briefly debated wearing a bra, but 
decided against it. 

"I'm on vacation," she laughed to herself, "so I should be comfortable 
and free, not all strapped up." 

Sitting naked on her small room's one chair, she brushed out her hair. 
She didn't usually brush her hair in the nude, but did so this morning, 
perhaps because of the thought, "comfortable and free." However, when 
the motion of her arms agitated her tits, and her nipples began to 
crinkle, her free hand began to encase first one, then the other of her 
mounds, caressing, squeezing... 

"Stop that!" she admonished herself, and got up to dress. 

*** *** 

Breakfast found all of the guests in attendance. A lively conversation 
sprang up about the movie they had enjoyed together the night before. 
The film had left the tale by and large unfinished, so there was much 
speculation on how things might bear out. Even the Szakály children 
joined in, their endless squabbles forgotten for the moment. 

Anna's imagination kept interrupting her thoughts about the film 
whenever she looked at the older couple, László and Zsófia, across 
the table. She had mixed feelings, since she felt like her accidental 
eavesdropping on them was like spying on her parents, yet her mind 
envisioned them in the throes of passion last night. She found herself 
speculating on the position they employed, and whether they had left a 
light on. 

Had she known, the fact had been every bit as erotic as her thoughts. 
They had indeed left a dim light on to enjoy the sight of one another. 
When Anna had heard the first outcry, they had been lying on their 
sides, Laci behind Zsó, "spooning," her upper leg hooked behind both 
of his. One of his hands, snaked under her neck, had been squeezing her 
breasts, saucy even though gravity and the years had made them sag a 
bit. His other hand had been dancing over her "special spot" just above 
where his member, for the moment unmoving, was deeply buried. One of 
her hands awkwardly tried to stroke his face while the other was 
repeatedly clutching handfuls of bedding. Her face was transformed into 
that of a younger woman and in a rictus of pleasure. He savored the 
contractions of her orgasm, her ecstatic spasms massaging his shaft 
until he could no longer lay still, then together they had rhythmically 
spurred on to a mutual culmination. 

Anna's reverie was interrupted when she realized that the guests had 
all left the table. All except Peti, who remained regarding her with a 
quizzical look as Mrs. Szabó began clearing the table. She blinked, 
muttered an "excuse me," and went to prepare for her sun-bath. The 
boy's eyes followed her hungrily until she was out of sight on the 
staircase. 

Back in her room, Anna looked out of her window across the reeds to the 
water. A fine, warm Summer day greeted her eyes and chased away her 
raunchy thoughts. She stripped, coated herself carefully and thoroughly 
with lotion, and donned her blue bikini. Gathering her towels and 
sunglasses, she padded back downstairs. Pausing only to collect a 
cushion and another book from the library, she exited The Mansion and 
crossed the lawn. 

The retired couple were once again rocking on the porch, and Szabó 
Attila was up a ladder working on a rain gutter. They all waved 
cordially to her, and Anna paused to wave back before plunging between 
the reeds onto the little path. 

Szakály Péter sat at the table for a while after Anna had gone from 
his sight, waiting for his discomfort due to a certain stiffness in his 
trousers to ease. He finally left the dining room and headed for the 
library and the PC. He switched the machine on, and while it was 
booting up, went to get a soft drink from the kitchen. He returned just 
as Anna had left the library with her borrowed book, missing her by 
seconds. 

He opened a browser and was navigating to one of his favorite "adult" 
sites when, through the window, he spotted Anna in her skimpy bikini. 
His 13 year old heart almost skipped a beat when she turned and waved. 
For a moment he thought she was waving at him, but then he realized 
that she couldn't possibly see him, and must be waving at someone else. 
However, his anticipated pleasure at viewing images of female delights 
on the screen was ruined. The sight of Anna, real flesh-and-blood and 
in her bikini, overshadowed them. 

He watched as Anna made her way into the reeds and speculated that she 
was going sunbathing in solitude, and not to the public beach. He 
wondered whether she would exploit her privacy to expose more of her 
body, and an idea began to form in his head. He quickly shifted to a 
map site and looked for a detailed map or aerial view of The Mansion 
and its surroundings, and soon had one on the screen. 

"Yes!!" he thought, "There's on old dock or somethin' out in the reeds. 
I bet I could wade out there..." He expanded the view on the screen. 

With a broad grin, he shut down and bounded upstairs to fetch his swim 
suit. 

On the weather-beaten old dock, Anna spread her beach towel and 
arranged the cushion so she could sit facing the morning sun. She found 
a way to hold the book so it would not shade any exposed area of skin, 
and relaxed, baking in the sun while enjoying the story. 

Peti rapidly made his way east. In about 100 meters he found what he 
had seen on the computer screen, a sandy beach that had been overrun by 
thin reed growth. If he was trespassing on some other property he 
didn't care. Whether by accident of nature or by someone's design, a 
narrow path wound out to the water. He waded out just past the reeds, 
and turned back to the west in the shallows. 

Anna grunted and put the book down to rest her eyes. Not wanting an 
uneven tan, she adjusted her position in order to let the sun tan her 
right side and the inside of her right thigh. Using the cushion to prop 
up the book, she resumed reading the story. The book was much more 
interesting than the one she had tried yesterday. 

Sneaking toward her, Peti spotted the end of the old dock just ahead 
and darted back into the reeds before he would be seen. The plants were 
thick here and the water was about a meter deep, so the going was 
difficult, especially while trying to be silent. He suddenly stopped 
and froze. He had almost ventured too close, close enough to be seen, 
so he silently backed up a bit, then hunkered down in the water among 
the thick growth. He was certain that he could not be seen among the 
thick fronds. 

He congratulated himself, for his view of Anna on the low dock, just a 
few meters away, was outstanding. She had just turned three-quarters 
away, so his view of her breasts was restricted to the outside curve of 
the left one, but it excited him anyway. As did her long, well-turned 
legs and the partly obscured shapes of her callipygous buttocks. 

Now he could watch her, nearly naked in her tiny blue swimsuit, as long 
as he wanted. He settled himself for a long vigil, anticipating that 
she would turn, and hoping she would go topless. 

As the sun climbed toward the zenith, and after lying in one position a 
long while, Anna got up. She flexed her torso and arms and shook out 
her legs to work out the kinks in her muscles. She squatted to readjust 
the towel the better to face the sun. Then she lay back down and turned 
three quarters left to sun her other side. 

Peti was beside himself with excitement. Watching the young woman's 
stunning body flex, ripple and jiggle as she moved gave rise to hard 
desire. Even watching one of his favorite porn clips had not made the 
blood pound in his ears so much. Then as she rolled toward him, he 
became consumed with the sight of her boobs shifting within the narrow 
triangles of cloth. His hands twitched in the water as his imagination 
had them grasping and kneading those handsome orbs. 

His hungry eyes roved over the smooth skin of her belly, the inviting 
dimple of her navel, over the rounded curve of her hip, and down the 
length of her legs. He tried, in vain of course, to see through the 
cloth covering her crotch, and to complete the image of her breasts 
with nipples and aureola. 

After some time, and as she completed a chapter, Anna closed the book 
and her eyes. She rolled over on her stomach. The back of her suit 
bottom had bunched between her cheeks, so she reached behind herself 
and adjusted it. 

Peti's eyes hungrily watched as Anna turned. As she momentarily 
supported her upper body on her elbows, her breasts hung down, 
stretching the little strips of fabric and allowing moon-like crescents 
to be revealed below. And until she adjusted the sweat-dampened cloth, 
he was treated to a panorama of Anna's rear cupcakes, the tanned and 
untanned part-globes resembling photos of the Earth from space, with 
the Terminator outlining night and day. 

The thirteen year old could hardly contain his excitement, and one of 
his hands wormed its way into his swim trunks and he began to fondle 
himself. 

He was well on his way to orgasm when he suddenly stopped, fearing that 
he had been spied. In his excitement he had missed Anna consulting her 
watch, and only saw her suddenly get up and begin to gather her things. 
He stifled a sigh of relief when he realized that she was packing up 
because it getting close to time for the day meal. 

Anna returned to The Mansion the way she had come, but Peti decided to 
use misdirection in case anyone became suspicious of his voyeurism. 
After backtracking through the reeds, he cut across the adjacent 
property in order to approach from the road so he could claim to be 
returning from the public beach. 

*** 

As Anna crossed the entrance foyer, she encountered Mrs. Szakály, 
looking a bit frazzled. 

"Szia, Anna. Have you by chance seen Petike?" 

"Szia. No, not since breakfast. Sorry." 

"It's all right. I suppose he'll be back for the meal. I wish I would 
tan like you do! I burn too easily." 

"Thank you. Yes, I'm sure he will. Growing boys are always hungry. See 
you at dinner." 

Anna took a long shower, then dressed in the tan shorts and peasant 
blouse. As she dressed, she heard Ilona reproving Peti in his room. 
Apparently she was verbalizing her concern at not knowing his 
whereabouts all morning. 

The dinner was simple but hearty as usual, and the conversation was an 
extension of the one at breakfast. Anna had lost interest in the fate 
of the people in the movie, and her thoughts strayed elsewhere. 

After the meal, Anna returned to her sunning spot, oiled and ready, for 
her afternoon session. She settled herself comfortably propped up with 
the book, untied the back-strap of her top, and enjoyed the sun's 
warmth on her back. 

It took young Peti a while to resume his place, since his mother 
insisted he wait after the meal before "going back to the beach," to 
avoid getting cramps. At last, with his patience stretched by having to 
go the long way around, he resumed his old spot and settled in like a 
duck hunter in his blind among the reeds. 

That Anna's back was bare of any strap seemed very erotic to him, and 
even though his eyes feasted on no more than he had observed that 
morning, he became instantly aroused. He fantasized as to what might be 
exposed if Anna should be startled, and hoped a bird would rise from 
the thickets noisily flapping its wings. Instead, his unintended 
movements made a slight splash. 

Instead of being startled into sitting up as Peti hoped, Anna merely 
lifted her sunglass-covered eyes from her book and looked around. 
Covering her movements by feigning a look at her watch, she peered into 
the gently waving fronds about her. She almost missed seeing Peti, but 
a glint of light reflected from his eyeglasses drew her attention and 
she spotted him. Or better said, his head, because only his head and 
shoulders were above water. 

"The little bastard!" Anna thought, enraged. "Who does the little shit 
think he is, spying on me like this?" 

She considered calling him out, or telling his mother, or even jumping 
into the water and whacking him one herself. 

"I bet the nerdy creep has a hard-on! Damned geeky little Peeping 
Peti!" 

She had to grin at her own thought, "Peeping Peti," and the idea of 
being the cause of the youngster's arousal softened her anger and 
indignation. Instead of doing any of the things she had considered, she 
chuckled to herself, then rolled over. Slowly. Enticingly. Keeping her 
bikini top artfully covering her tits while allowing subtle revelations 
of curvatures not normally seen. 

Peti craned his neck trying to do the impossible; putting his eyes 
closer to the subtly revealed undersides of Anna's boobs. 

Anna discovered that there was a strange sort of pleasure for her in 
teasing Peti, especially since he didn't know that she knew he was 
watching. So she began thinking of ways to almost expose exciting 
sights- almost but not quite. 

Lying on her back, she raised first one leg then the other, waving it 
as far to the left and right as she could, then drawing her knee to her 
chest before putting the leg down again. She knew that this would cause 
her bikini bottoms to bunch up into the valley between her cheeks. It 
also showed off her legs and her bum. She imagined Peti with his mouth 
hanging open and grinned. 

After repeating her leg exercises, and feeling the cloth bunched up 
nicely, she turned to face away from her watcher, then waited a full 
minute before casually adjusting her attire. 

"Oh my God," Peti thought to himself, his eyes drinking in the sights. 
"Lookit those sweet cheeks! Holy Jesus and Mary!" 

Anna once more brought up her lower knee and stretched and tensed her 
upper leg. She knew how that bunched the muscles of her cheek and at 
the same time revealed the narrow crotch of her suit. She was suddenly 
glad she had carefully trimmed. 

Cat-like, she writhed and rippled while Peti watched in delicious 
agony. Anna had never before felt such a thrill at exhibiting herself. 
Oh, to be sure, she had enjoyed being the object of attention, but this 
was different. Sexier. The warmth of the sun, and thinking that her 
audience, who had obviously taken pains to ogle her, was probably 
drooling, was making her tingle all over. 

"Why am I doing this?" she asked herself. "He's only a boy- a child, 
for God's sake." She had been glad there were no other guests of her 
age because she didn't want any emotional or physical entanglements in 
her life right now. But nevertheless she was enjoying the attention, 
enjoying the teasing, enjoying the effect she imagined she was having 
on the boy. 

After a few minutes on her side, Anna sat up, facing away from her 
admirer. As casually as she could, she turned directly toward him, the 
little triangles of the bikini top just dangling in front of her 
melons. She knew the effect that the possibility of them falling aside 
would have on her hidden admirer. She knew she could easily control 
their position, but that her audience would not know that. 

"I bet," she thought with a mental smirk, "that's getting him ready to 
pop his little cork." 

She bent forward, allowing "things" to dangle and dance, still behind 
the curtain formed by the tiny wisps of cloth, and adjusted the 
position of the towel toward the Westering sun. She poured some lotion 
into her hands and spread it over her face and neck, then a bit more on 
her arms, and finally over her legs, again allowing her boobs to dance, 
but always behind their tiny veils. 

Then she lay back down, but with her feet toward her spectator. She 
pulled up on the hip-strings of her bottom and slowly spread her feet 
apart. She felt delightfully wicked, knowing that she had deliberately 
emphasized and displayed a cloth-covered "camel toe" to the hungry eyes 
hidden like Moses' basket among the bulrushes. 

"I'm so evil," she thought, not as a reprimand, but with a curious 
glee. She felt a familiar dampness growing in her loins and a tingling 
in her nipples. 

Those hungry eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets behind the 
boy's eyeglasses. He mentally groaned- and almost did so aloud, 
stifling the sound at the last moment. He had never had such a view in 
his life. Despite the thin blue fabric, since Anna artfully tightened 
it, nearly every detail of fold and crease of Anna's nether parts were 
outlined for him. He almost anointed the reed-choked waters with his 
young seed just from the excitement alone. 

The tableau lasted a long while, Anna occasionally wiggling or moving a 
leg a bit wider or closer, or surreptitiously pulling her covering a 
bit tighter. She felt so wicked, so sexy, and so delightfully warm, but 
her mood was dashed when clouds covered the sun and a chill breeze 
sprang up. She sat up in alarm, almost forgetting her arms' precarious 
holding of her bikini top. It looked like rain was rapidly approaching. 
Angry-looking dark clouds were gathering in the west. 

Anna reluctantly tied her top and gathered her things and padded back 
to The Mansion. 

Peti could not move for a while. The sights of the past couple of hours 
kept flashing in his mind's eye, but finally he abandoned his post and 
walked back just as the first drops of rain spattered on the lake 
water. 

*** 

A warm rain settled on The Balaton. The guests at The Mansion, dry and 
well fed after their supper, bade good night to Mrs. Szabó and settled 
into the recreation room. The TV was turned on to a news broadcast, and 
once more Ilona announced that another good movie would be playing a 
half hour later. All agreed that they would watch it. 

Feeling devilish, and not letting on a bit about her detection of his 
afternoon's voyeuristic activity, Anna challenged Peti to a billiard 
match. The young man was slightly flustered, but accepted. 

Anna's game surprised Peti. She was a better player than he had 
guessed, and he repeatedly found himself faced with a challenging shot. 
She was not as good at making her points as she was at leaving her 
opponent with a bad setup. But whenever she had to lean over the table 
for her turn, the bodice of her peasant blouse would fall away from her 
chest and reveal a little of her charms. Not to mention how the 
bent-over posture would tighten the seat of her shorts over their 
contents. And it seemed to him that, as the game progressed, she had to 
lean further and further, and that the garment fell further and 
further, and at each such peek a little more of her beautiful, bra-less 
tits was unveiled to his view. He found his attention straying far from 
the game, and when the movie came on, the tally was in Anna's favor. 

The other guests were already seated for the TV movie, taking all the 
best seats, so Anna and the boy sat behind them on a hard-looking but 
surprisingly comfortable narrow couch. Initially, the boy was 
self-consciously uncomfortable, seated so close to the gorgeous object 
of his desires, but gradually he began to feel empowered by her 
apparent lack of unease. 

Anna, on the other hand, enjoyed his disquiet. At one moment ignoring 
his presence, and at the next scooting a little closer or "innocently" 
and "accidentally" touching his leg or arm. 

Every now and then, as the young woman moved, crossing her legs or 
shifting her weight, Peti raised a hand as if to touch her, gesturing 
toward her back or her rump, but before making contact he snatched his 
hand back in fear and self-consciousness. 

When the show ended, the guests, led by László, raided the kitchen 
for some snacks. Anna found and carried some soft drinks to the rec 
room, and László and Csaba brought some left-over pastries. A 
conversation started about the movie, and Anna added her opinions. 
Peti, having never even left the seat, was unusually quiet. Truth was, 
he couldn't get up. Not while Anna was in sight. Not without 
embarrassment. He was sporting an extremely hard erection. 

*** 



Title: Anna's Story Chapter Four 
Author: Paco Andante 
Keywords: voy exhib Fsolo grope MF 
Words: 4470 

The next morning found the lake and The Mansion shrouded in fog, an 
unwelcome gift from yesterday's rain. At breakfast Csaba announced that 
he had consulted the weather forecast on the TV, and reassured everyone 
that the fog would burn off "by late morning, noon at the latest." He 
and Margit had plans for the morning, he said, and were as anxious as 
anyone for sunshine. They would set off on their hike anyway, hoping 
the fog would be gone soon. 

Anna was of course disappointed as well, but her morning 
self-inspection in her room's little mirror had shown that the light 
tan she had before coming to Lake Balaton already had deepened to a 
coffee-and-cream color. She delighted in the contrast with the 
lilly-white triangles on her boobs and her trimmed pubis, and turning 
around, the look of half-shadowed globes of her backside. 

"I'm looking sooo sexy," she had said to herself. 

Not being a fan of daytime TV shows, Anna didn't join with those going 
to the rec room to watch, retiring instead to the library to resume 
reading the book she had started yesterday. As she entered, Péter and 
Dorottya were arguing about who would have use of the computer, but 
when he saw Anna come in, Peti changed his demeanor, suddenly becoming 
"helpful big brother." His little sister noticed and correctly deduced 
the reason, but gratefully and smilingly accepted this boon without a 
remark. 

Anna gave them a cheerful smile, and settled into one of the spartan 
looking lounge chairs, set the cup of hot tea she had brought with her 
on an equally austere glass side table to steep, and found the place 
where she had left off reading. 

She had selected a white V-necked sweater and printed beach pants for 
comfort, and was quite aware of how the outfit complimented her figure. 
All the men, including young Péter, had cast appreciative, even 
lustful glances as she had entered the dining area for breakfast. For 
now, however, her thoughts were of the book in her lap, and wishing the 
fog away. 

Peti, leaning over his sister's shoulder, was making a show of 
"helping" her; help that she didn't need, for she knew her way around 
the computer more than well enough for what she wanted to do. The boy's 
attention was really riveted on the graceful figure occupying the chair 
across the room. She seemed so remote to him, being so attractive and, 
from his perspective, so much older. However, her having invited him to 
play billiards last night, and then how casual she had been sitting 
next to him watching the TV movie, gave him courage. 

"God, she was almost in my lap," he thought. "I could feel the heat of 
her body. And what a body!" 

Compared to his classmate girls, she was a goddess, he mused. Like 
those grand-looking women in his favorite porn flicks, except that she 
was alive and right here. But he was acutely aware of the age 
difference. He saw his reflection in the computer screen when it went 
dark for a moment, and thought, "I really need to get another pair of 
glasses. Ones that don't look so... so Harry Potter!" 

Anna, reading and trying to be comfortable in the chair, found her 
thoughts straying each time she turned a page or reached a chapter's 
end. Not because the book was uninteresting. Her thoughts kept harking 
back to how it had felt to tease Peti yesterday, out on the dock. It 
had been delicious, feeling admired and being mildly wicked, but it had 
been so much more exciting last night. Last night, when she could 
actually see the youngster's reactions, when she could feel his heat as 
she sat so near him on that narrow settee, and could almost feel his 
need. 

She re-crossed her legs, partly because the chair was not all that 
comfortable, but also because she knew he was watching, and that he was 
ogling her long legs, and in his mind's eye probably without the pants. 

She suppressed a grin, thinking that he was most likely replaying the 
"show" of yesterday afternoon. 

"I'm such a bad girl," she chided herself. Yet she tingled inwardly at 
the thought of displaying herself, "Actually fairly modestly," she 
thought. "I might have shown as much at a regular beach. 

"Except when I tightened my bottoms," she thought. 

She looked up from her book and out the window, wishing the fog away. 
Not just so she could deepen her tan, but also to continue the game of 
tease out on the dock. But then, glancing up for an instant and seeing 
Peti quickly avert his eyes, she realized that the game had not ended, 
or even been suspended, fog or no fog. 

She leaned forward to take up her cup and sip her tea, artfully using 
the motion to thrust her breasts forward, even using her upper arm to 
push one out to exhibit its profile better. She became sorry that she 
had elected to wear a bra that morning; how much more she could have 
done without its confining grasp! 

As she sipped her tea, actually rather cool by now, the book 
"accidentally" slipped off her lap and thudded to the floor. Anna 
casually put the teacup down and bent to retrieve the volume, bent 
toward the hungry young eyes watching, allowing the V-neck to yield a 
lace-fringed view. 

"How very wicked I am!" Anna thought, looking like the picture of 
innocence as she opened the book and hunted for her place. 

*** 

The fog did lift, burning off to a beautiful day, but too late in the 
morning for Anna to sunbathe and still get back for dinner. 

Dinner itself was a quiet affair, perhaps because everyone was still 
caught up in the morning's fog. Anna couldn't wait to get back out in 
the sun, and as soon as the dessert and coffee were done, she changed 
into the bikini and scooted back out to the broken-down dock. 

After she had arranged her paraphernalia, she realized that in her 
hurry she had not put on suntan lotion, so she began coating herself. 
As she sat spreading the lotion, she looked about from behind her dark 
sunglasses. There was no sign of her audience of yesterday. 

"What is wrong with me?" she thought. "I'm actually feeling 
disappointed that the kid isn't there today." 

The afternoon lazed on, a gentle breeze blowing once more off the 
water. Here and there Anna could hear the squeals of children or other 
voices from the public beach away off out of sight, and twice motor 
boats flashed by the narrow opening to the lake between the reeds, but 
otherwise she was alone. 

When the lowering of the sun told Anna that it was time, she packed up 
her things and headed back to The Mansion. When she stepped out from 
the reeds she saw why her admirer had not made a surreptitious 
appearance. Someone had set up and organized a doubles badminton game 
on the lawn, and the Szakály family was playing, father and daughter 
versus mother and son. No doubt Peti had been conscripted into the 
game. The two hikers and the Némeths were lounging on the sidelines, 
either waiting to play or having already done so. 

Anna noted with a little smile that Manyi was wearing another 
wide-brimmed hat. This one was crownless, allowing her fiery red hair 
to show on top as well as cascading over her too-white, thin shoulders. 

"Szia, Anna," László called out. "You've missed some good rounds! 
Come, there is plenty time for another game or two." 

"Oh, no," Anna answered with a smile. "I couldn't! You have teams 
already set up. I'd be an intruder." 

"No, no," Zsófia said. "I'm done. The last round tired me out. But 
Laci seems ready, so you be his teammate against the winners!" 

"Yeah, Anna. You have to play," Dori called out, as she deftly returned 
her mother's attempted smash. 

"Do join us, please," Csaba smiled from the sidelines. 

So Anna acquiesced, and lay down her towel on the lawn next to Zsó and 
sat to watch the game. 

The players had stopped after the last point to hear the outcome of the 
conversation, and when Anna agreed, Dori cheered, "Hooray Anna! We'll 
beat your pants off!" 

Peti almost choked at her words, but recovered to deliver a serve over 
the net. But regardless of his energy, the father-daughter team won the 
match. Perhaps in part because Péter was distracted by the sight of 
the newcomer. 

So then Anna and László took their places against György and 
Dorottya. Peti sat on the grass next to the net, while his mother took 
László's place next to Zsófia. 

"Oh, God," Anna thought as the game began. "My bikini is not the right 
clothing for this activity!" 

And truly, her tits bounced and jiggled with each step, and each swing 
of the racquet threatened to dislodge the little pieces of cloth barely 
covering them. And after every wide step or short sprint she had to 
pull the bottoms out from between her butt-cheeks. Peti's eyes got very 
large behind the glasses, and even Gyuri missed a return or two as a 
result. 

Those on the sidelines began to cheer. Ili and Peti for their family, 
and Zsó and Csaba for Anna and Laci. Margit seemed to be cheering for 
either side whenever a point was made, but when the "May-September" 
team got two points ahead, she began cheering for them 
enthusiastically, even jumping up and down, but holding her hat. The 
way her perky, small boobs bounced under her thin blouse made it 
obvious that Manyi had gone without a bra. 

The first game went to Anna and Laci. But the second, possibly because 
the young woman became increasingly concerned about a clothing mishap, 
went to their opponents. László was nonchalant about the loss, but 
Anna's competitive spirit rose, and she resolved to play all out, 
regardless. So then, in the final game, she executed long lunges and 
jumping smashes, resulting in spectacular motions of more than just the 
shuttlecock. 

The match concluded with the "May-September" team winning, and without 
a serious clothing mishap, even though it had come close at times, to 
the delight of the men- and Peti. 

The game over, György crossed under the net and shook hands with Laci 
and bowed to Anna while Dori, sulking, followed. Relenting at last, she 
hugged her opponents. László turned and gave his teammate a big hug, 
lasting perhaps a bit longer than called for and then he kissed her 
cheek. 

As they climbed the stairs in The Mansion, the women all agreed that 
Anna, as the winner, would have first access to the shower. 

Standing under the warm spray, Anna recalled the way the men had all 
watched her, and in particular how Peti had. And how "old Laci" had 
hugged her in a not very fatherly way. In a dark corner of her mind she 
imagined having had a "wardrobe malfunction," exposing one or both her 
of her breasts. How would the men- and Peti- have reacted? What would 
the women have done? 

She chastised herself for thinking it, especially the part about 
thinking of the boy's reaction. And the men- they were all married! 
Except for Csaba, and he may as well be. 

But in her mind's eye she saw herself playing out the remainder of the 
volley after such a mishap, with bare boobs waving about, then very 
casually readjusting her top as though nothing had happened. Thinking 
about it, she hugged and squeezed those sensitive soap-covered mounds 
while one hand roved among her shorter hairs. 

Shortly, she bit her lip to keep from crying out. 

*** 

Anna selected a turquoise, low-riding, slitted billowy skirt and a 
ruffled white "Gypsy" crop-top that she wore off the shoulders. Her 
choice left her tanned midriff, shoulders and arms bare, and when she 
chose to, exposed either leg up to mid-thigh as well. Examining herself 
in her room's mirror she had twirled to examine the exposure of her 
legs, and had hunched and thrown back her shoulders to see how the top 
showcased the outlines of her breasts without the constraint of a bra. 
She was very pleased with what she saw. 

Next Anna looked for shoes to compliment her outfit. Examining her 
favorites, she decided against them since she was already taller than 
almost everyone, and their 10cm heels would make her appear even taller 
than Csaba. Instead she had selected a pair of dressy red sandals that 
showed off her feet. 

"Even my feet have tan-lines," she had thought with pleasure. 

Supper was as lively as the dinner had been quiet. Even the usually 
reserved Margit was chatty. The more spectacular moves of the matches, 
including ones before Anna's arrival, were animatedly discussed and 
"played" all over again in words and pantomime. It was generally agreed 
that Anna's joining the game had provided a high point in the 
afternoon. With her height and athletic ability, László was quick to 
clarify. But Anna guessed that it was not the only reason- for the men 
at least. It gave her a warm feeling and fed fuel to her already 
rascally thoughts. 

She could not help but notice that young Péter was looking at her when 
all other eyes were on his father, acting out a high jump shot while 
rattling a lengthy description of Margit's effort, while holding a 
sandwich in his hand. Anna grinned to herself, and next time everyone's 
attention was on another speaker, she purposely licked a long pickled 
gherkin before lewdly putting it between her lips and biting the end. 
Peering through her downcast eyelashes, she saw how Peti seemed to wilt 
on the spot. 

After supper everyone moved to the recreation room, the badminton talk 
being replaced by a discussion of what to watch for the evening TV 
entertainment. It was decided they would watch a game show, then switch 
to another movie. 

To Anna's surprise, Peti challenged her to a rematch at billiards, 
"Whoever is ahead when the movie starts, wins." 

She accepted. 

As it been last night, the billiard game was hotly contested. But the 
"game" being played beneath the surface was even hotter. At every 
opportunity to lean over the table in Peti's direction, Anna would 
allow the elastic top to ride up one shoulder to her neck, then 
casually restoring it after completing the shot. And when he happened 
to be behind her, she arched her back so that the hip-hugging, gossamer 
fabric of her skirt stretched provocatively over her plush rump, and 
with a peek at her nicely tanned leg as well. 

Near the end of the TV game show, Anna examined the options on the 
table before her. She circled the table twice, calculating her choices. 
At last, with a shrug, she made her choice. The shrug, coupled with her 
bending far over the table, caused the bodice top to ride off both of 
her shoulders and up toward her neck and the elastic could not prevent 
the blouse front from sagging down toward the felt. Anna's areolae 
crinkled up, and not just from the cool air caressing them. She took 
her time lining up the shot. 

Peti, leaning against the back of the couch on which sat the Németh 
couple, writhed at the sight revealed to his hungry eyes, trying to 
ease the position of the erection straining at his underwear. His 
movements caught László's attention, and the older man turned to see 
what had agitated the boy, just seconds before Anna made her shot and 
stood up. 

Of course, Anna knew what had occurred, even though she wore a look of 
complete innocence. That the older man had turned had not been in her 
plans, and for a moment she feared he might say something. But apart 
from raised eyebrows and a certain wide-eyed look, he gave no sign, and 
just slowly turned back to the TV. 

"I bet I'll hear some sounds from their room again tonight," Anna 
thought. 

As Peti examined the table for his turn, the young woman walked around 
and half-sat on the couch's back just over Laci's shoulder. Once again 
the older man turned to see what had disturbed the furniture. His gaze 
lingered to study the blue-clad round apples perched on the back of the 
couch, and the expanse of tanned stem revealed by the slit skirt. 

The excited voice of the announcer on the TV heralded the end of the 
game show, Ili unwound Csaba's arms from about her to go change the 
channel, and the opening credits began to roll for the movie, 
accompanied by eerie music. 

With the start of the TV movie, the billiard game was halted as agreed, 
and the tally was once again in Anna's favor. The two competitors 
sought seats, and the narrow couch at the back was once more the 
available spot for them to share. 

Once more, Anna enjoyed the boy's disquiet, delighting in the effect 
she seemed to be having on him. 

"Oh, see how embarrassed he is," she thought. Then again, "I'm sure 
he's concealing a hard-on, and it's for me." 

Once more, as she had last night, she pointedly ignored him, but at the 
same time "accidentally" touched his thigh with hers, or leaned in such 
a way as to orient her bewitching derriere or situate her saucy tits 
for best effect. 

The movie started, a thriller, and it soon became evident to the 
watchers that there were many dark scenes in which it was difficult to 
see the action, and so someone suggested turning out some lights. Peti 
was glad to oblige. With the room darkened, only one dim lamp in a 
corner by the little gaming table still on, the on-screen action became 
clearer. 

Peti took courage from the near dark, and put a hand on Anna's bare 
shoulder. The young woman did not object, but when he tried to move it 
to more intimate places, she gently picked up his hand and removed it, 
but made no comment. This further emboldened the youngster, and next he 
placed his hand on her bare midriff. 

"Well," Anna thought, "the fledgling is testing his wings, is he? How 
far will he dare go?" 

The unintended but nevertheless exciting exhibition to all at the 
badminton match and the intentional teasing of Peti at the billiard 
table, with the side effect of László's peek, had put Anna in an 
exotic mood. Even though she found the youngster rather "geeky" and 
unattractive, she found the situation strangely provoking, even oddly 
arousing. She decided to do nothing. Neither to encourage nor to 
discourage his attempts, and see what happens. After all, they were in 
a room with his parents and a host of other people, so she had the 
upper hand, didn't she? 

Besides, if she ignored who was doing it, the touch on her skin felt 
good. 

The feel of her skin was electric to Peti. The body he had admired, 
ogled and lusted after was here, under his fingertips. And she didn't 
flinch away or reprimand him. 

Lacking the experience of real life, his only frame of reference was 
the porn videos he had seen, where the women either cowered and fled 
(to be raped in the end, and paradoxically enjoyed it) or 
enthusiastically received such advances, even encouraging them. He felt 
unsure, unsteady, yet empowered by her lack of reaction. His hand roved 
over her back and sides. 

"That actually feels good," Anna thought. "I can always stop him if he 
goes too far..." 

An itch arose in the skin just above her hip and Anna began to wish he 
would scratch it. Oddly, he did, rubbing first the tips of his fingers, 
then the whole palm of his hand over the spot. His fingers crawled 
around her hip and toward her belly. 

On the TV screen, a wild-eyed madman was pursuing an attractive, 
screaming young woman in semi-darkness, brandishing wicked 
sharp-looking hedge-clippers. As she ran away from him, her clothing 
snagged on a briar bush, and the madman began to gain on her. She 
pulled free of the thorns, but left a large part of her clothing 
behind. Clever camera angles managed to hint, without actually 
revealing the extent of the damage. 

Peti's hand retraced its path back to Anna's hip, and traced its way 
across her bare back, pausing a moment to investigate the bumps of her 
spine. The hand squeezed the flesh just above her hip. 

The madman renewed his speed as he passed the bush decorated with torn 
bits of cloth, and shouting unintelligible threats, stumbled after the 
fleeing semi-nude girl. 

Anna wasn't paying any attention, or at least very little, to the 
plight of the dark-haired girl on screen. She was wrapped up in the 
pleasant sensations that the hand, disembodied in her mind, were 
evoking. As the hand retraced its way across her back, a bit lower this 
time, she shivered slightly. 

On screen, the camera caught a fleeting glimpse of tattered cloth 
artfully not-quite hiding a pair of truly huge breasts bouncing as the 
pursued maiden disappeared between two thick trees, the madman only a 
few meters behind her. 

And speaking of behinds, the hand boldly plunged downward, leaving the 
silky bare skin of Anna's bare midriff to explore one of the blue-clad 
apples below. At first Anna's reaction was to move away or move the 
hand away, but the voluptuous feeling of the caress of those fingers 
overcame that urge, and she simply allowed the hand freedom to stroke 
and wring first one, then the other of her nether orbs, or at least 
that portion accessible while seated. 

The movie music rose to a roar as the pursued girl tripped over a tree 
root and fell headlong into a pile of leaves. The madman plunged the 
blades of his clippers into the ground an instant too late, for with a 
piercing scream, the girl rolled away and sprinted into the night, 
leaving him to struggle to free his weapon and continue. 

The fingers of the hand traced the valley between the paired apples, 
then followed upward over the previously captured territory and boldly 
moved under the lower elastic of the gypsy crop-top, perusing the trail 
of Anna's spine. Even though she enjoyed the sensation, she 
automatically brought her arms tightly to her sides preventing the 
hand's invasion of frontal territories while underneath the ruffled 
material. 

On the TV, the young woman experienced a series of mishaps, each time 
barely evading the madman's blades, each time losing a bit more of her 
tattered garments, until at last she ran, nearly naked, into the arms 
of Our Hero. 

Off-screen, Anna relented slightly, lifting her arm just enough to 
allow the hand to snake its way under an armpit, the tips of the 
fingers just barely brushing the side of the breast they sought. A 
sharp intake of breath by the boy sharing the settee with her told her 
of his appreciation, but she resolved to allow no more. Not that night. 
The movie was almost over and the lights would soon be turned back on. 

But the titillating sensations as the tips of those fingers roved and 
prodded, even just the edge, had their effect, and the young blonde 
found herself resisting the urge to squeeze her thighs together and to 
squirm in her seat. 

All too soon for both occupants of the settee the movie did end, Peti's 
hand reluctantly left its advance position, the lights were turned back 
on, and a discussion begun. György stood, stretched and suggested a 
raid on the kitchen for snacks, but Anna politely excused herself, 
ignoring Peti to his dismay, and went upstairs. 

Standing before the mirror in the room, Anna slowly pulled off the 
gypsy top and noted how crinkled and swollen her nipples had become. 
She hoped none of the guests had seen and wondered. She could not 
believe that she had allowed the boy to touch her as she had. 

She hung up the top and the dress. The cool night breeze wafting in the 
open window alerted her that her sky-blue panties were wet, so she took 
them off and added them to her wash bag. 

With one last look in the mirror at herself, she turned out the lamp 
and crawled between the covers, naked. 

*** 

Once again she was awakened by a sound in the night. Was that an owl 
hooting? For a city girl, the absence of city sounds, the almost 
deathly quiet of the country, and the strange sounds of night creatures 
were new and unusual. 

No, not an owl. Ah, perhaps it's László and Zsófia once again 
enjoying one another in the room next to hers. 

No, not that either. What could it be? It's not from outside; it 
sounded like it came from the room on the other side of hers from the 
Némeths, one that was unoccupied and unprepared for guests. 

She lay very still and on her back in the darkness, the sheets and 
blankets held close up to her neck, suddenly aware of her own nakedness 
beneath them. Had she remembered to lock her door? Perhaps because of 
the movie, she suddenly chilled at the thought of an intruder. She also 
thought of all the stories of ghosts and spirits in older houses. 
Though this place was not really that old. 

Except for the soft sound of wind in the reeds and trees, quiet 
prevailed for a while. Then from the untenanted room, what was clearly 
Ilona's voice came low but urgently pleading, "Oh yes, now!" and a 
barely audible tenor echo, "Itsa. Baby..." 

Anna eased. No intruder nor any ghost had woken her after all. She had 
not realized how tense her body had become. 

"It must be difficult with children," Anna smiled to herself. "No doubt 
they have had plenty of practice at being quiet, but with Dori in the 
same room, it's no wonder they might have gone sneaking elsewhere for 
their pleasure." 

But what might they have been up to, she wondered, on the bare mattress 
next door? She had heard no squeaking of springs, no thumping of 
headboard against wall. 

"Ah, but it's none of my business." 

She relaxed and turned over on her side, luxuriating in the feel of the 
sheets against her naked skin. As she tried to get back to sleep, she 
once more heard the voices, too low for her to distinguish words. If 
indeed there had been words. 

A while later, she heard the door snap shut, soft padding of feet in 
the hallway, and then of another door quietly closing. 

Anna hugged her pillow against her breasts and soon slept again. 

************************************************* 



Title: Anna's Story Chapter Five 
Author: Paco Andante 
Keywords: voy exhib Fsolo grope 
Wordcount: 5387 words 

The following morning dawned sunny and bright at Lake Balaton. A breeze 
came down from the mountains bringing fresh but chilly air into Anna's 
open window. Naked under the covers, she was reluctant to get out of 
bed. The insistent pressure on her bladder finally won out, and Anna, 
covered in goosebumps, quickly donned her robe and made her way down 
the hall. 

The women's lavatory was comfortably warm, and the reason for it became 
evident when Anna saw steam was billowing from the noisy shower. 
Finishing with the toilet, Anna went to the row of sinks to brush her 
teeth just as the shower water stopped and out of the corner of her eye 
she saw Margit, dripping wet and smiling, stepping out. 

"Good morning," the redhead said, shaking her fiery wet curls. 

"Heh," Anna responded, her mouth full of toothbrush. She had thought 
the girl would be bashful, the way she had always dressed, covered 
almost completely, but Margit seemed to have no body shyness whatsoever 
as she walked to the stack of towels and selected one. 

Anna turned to look. Margit's long, very thin torso made the girl look 
taller than she actually was. Her pale skin seemed almost translucent, 
with fine blue lines showing her veins, and with the diffuse light from 
the clerestory, she seemed to glow. Her tits, though small, seemed to 
stand out large on her tiny frame. It didn't seem as though her body 
had ever seen a razor, for curly red bushes adorned her underarms, and 
a sparse, fine crimson fuzz grew on her calves. Her "lady beard" was 
short and narrow, and a thin line of hair pointed up toward her navel. 
What drew Anna's eye, though, was the elaborate tattoo that surrounded 
her wide belly button. Artfully done in bright red and green, it looked 
to Anna like a mandala with eagle wings. 

"Chilly this morning," she said, covering her head with a towel to dry 
her hair and seemingly ignoring that the rest of her body was still 
dripping, with a small trickle falling from her very round, narrow 
fundament. 

"Yea," Anna managed, still brushing. 

Margit wrapped the towel into a turban and with another towel rubbed 
down the rest of her body, then put on her robe, and with a cheerful, 
"see you at breakfast," left Anna alone to hang her robe on one of the 
hooks. 

Hoping that Margit had not used all the hot water, Anna entered the 
shower. She was not disappointed, and enjoyed every moment of the warm 
spray, leaning back to let the hot needles of water invigorate her 
skin. She turned to feel it on her back and buttocks, and savored the 
slippery feel as she soaped herself, and closed her eyes as she 
lathered her body, paying more than a little extra attention to her 
tan-lined boobs, then slowly rotated to rinse. At last, dripping, she 
turned off the water and stepped out, and took a towel from the stack 
on the shelf. 

She had not heard the door as Ilona and Dorottya had entered. Mother 
and daughter stood naked at the sinks, washing their faces, their 
matching blue robes already hung on the pegs next to Anna's own. 

Cheerful "good mornings" were exchanged. 

In contrast to the redhead, neither daughter nor mother showed any sign 
of hair below the neck. Not surprising for the little girl, at her age, 
but until Anna spotted the safety razor on the shelf above her sink, 
the mother, with her dark hair, seemed a mystery. And, Anna thought, 
aside from very small stretch-marks, Ilona had the luxuriant figure of 
a woman ten years younger than she must be, in spite of having birthed 
two children. 

Ilona seemed very radiant this morning. Anna tried vainly to suppress 
the thought of the sounds she had heard last night, concluding that 
whatever she and György had been doing, it seemed to have agreed with 
her. 

Anna finished drying, put her robe on and left just as the woman was 
shooing the child into the shower. 

Back in her room. Anna closed the window against the cool breeze. She 
thought, "First a fog, now a cold wind- will I ever get the tan I 
want?" 

She hadn't brought any cool weather clothes, so she put her old 
sweatshirt over her heaviest long-sleeved blouse and her "travel" 
jeans. She cast a disapproving look at her unglamorous reflection in 
the mirror, but shrugged in resignation. 

She was about to leave her room when there came a light tapping at her 
door, and a quiet voice, "Anna? Are you decent? It's Zsófia." 

Anna wordlessly opened the door. 

"Good morning," the older woman said, smiling. "We, that is Laci and I, 
are going on a winery tour this morning. And since it is so cool today 
and not good for sunbathing, we thought you might like to join us." 

"Thank you very much," Anna smiled back, "but I am not much of a wine 
drinker. I'll take my chances on it warming up. But thank you for 
thinking of me." 

László, standing in the hallway behind his wife added, "That's too 
bad, The wines grown here are special, you know. Italian Riesling. Not 
at all like the German Rieslings or our Tokaj from up north. You seemed 
to like the glass of it the other night." 

Anna smiled and nodded, but begged off again, just as the bell for 
breakfast sounded. Closing her door, Anna joined the retired couple 
descending to the dining room. 

Mrs. Szabó, apparently trying to make up for the chilly morning, had 
prepared a hot breakfast of pancakes and sausages. She had left the 
door to the kitchen open, and its warmth and delicious odors pervaded 
the room. 

The Németh's extended their invitation to join them on the winery tour 
to all the others. The hikers politely refused, saying that chill or 
no, they had plans. The Szakály's seemed divided, György in favor, 
Ilona not, although the latter seemed a bit distracted. Eventually, 
they agreed, but Péter, saying he could not drink at his age in any 
case, preferred to stay. Ilona insisted that Dori accompany them, to 
the girl's annoyance. 

"Can't I stay here with Anna?" she whined. 

"She's not your sitter," György chided. "We shouldn't bother her." 

In the end, when the van with the winery's name painted on the door 
arrived shortly, the five all climbed aboard, waving and saying, "See 
you at dinner." 

Margit and Csaba had already left on their hike for today. 

Moments later a group of young men from the village arrived in an old 
truck, and they entered into a heated discussion with the caretaker, 
Attila. They haggled over the work to be done and the price to be payed 
for that work for several minutes. Several of the villagers glanced 
appreciatively at Anna, standing on the porch watching in amusement. 

Agreement was reached, and the men, with the old caretaker in the lead, 
headed behind the building and in a moment Anna heard sawing, hammering 
and occasional swearing from the roof. 

Anna looked anxiously at the bright, blue sky. It seemed to her that 
the cool breeze from the mountains had eased. She envisioned the elder 
gods of the air in a struggle with each other, the cool mountain air 
against the warm south wind. Then she realized that the others had left 
her alone at The Mansion with young Peti, who last night had begun to 
act on certain thoughts. Where was the young rascal, anyway? 

That "young rascal" was in the library, looking out of the window at 
her. His thoughts too were on their situation. As "unglamorous" as Anna 
had thought she looked, Peti was captivated. Perhaps because in faded 
jeans and bulky sweatshirt Anna looked more like his female 
schoolmates, and that way seemed less out of reach. He mentally 
stripped her, recalling her in the bikini, and imagined her wearing 
even less, trying to visualize her bodacious tata's, her rounded rump, 
her pretty face framed by her blonde hair as, in his vision, she 
approached him, smiling. 

Anna wondered at her own thoughts. "He's just a kid, my God. And a 
geeky-looking one at that. Why did I let him touch me last night? Will 
I let him touch me again?" 

As much as she tried to shun the stray ideas, her mind envisioned his 
parents, the handsome György and the sylphlike, shaven Ilona, no doubt 
naked in each others arms last night in the unoccupied room doing... 
well, what? 

Unbidden, an image came into her mind of Péter, grown up and looking 
more like his father. She dashed it asunder and banished it from her 
mind. "Just a kid." 

She entered The Mansion and walked to the empty library and retrieved 
her book, then went back onto the porch. 

She settled into one of the rocking chairs and opened her book to where 
she had left off, the warmth of the morning sun slowly expelling the 
chill in the air. 

Peti, seeing the young woman coming into the building, rapidly exited 
the library, not wanting her to see the bulging evidence of his 
arousal. It would not be "cool," he thought, so he left by way of the 
kitchen, surprising Mrs. Szabó. 

"What's for dinner," he asked, trying to appear nonchalant, bending 
over a pot to smell the onions and paprika. 

The cook smiled and shooed him out of her domain, saying, "You'll find 
out soon enough, youngster!" 

Grinning, he sauntered into the dining area to wait for Anna to leave, 
then went back to watching her through the window. 

*** 

Once again, the TV weather forecasters had been correct. Late 
mid-morning the winds shifted and the temperature rose by over five 
degrees Celsius in a couple of hours. By the time the winery van 
returned, depositing the tourists with their acquisitions, Anna had 
already found her sweatshirt too warm and had removed it. 

Sending her husband upstairs with their packages, Zsófia came over to 
sit with Anna on the other rocker. Bubbling with her typical enthusiasm 
she said, "Oh, Anna! You should have come with us. The winery was a 
beautiful old place. And you should have seen the casks! So huge!" 

"I'm glad you had a good time," Anna offered. 

"And now the day is warming, so maybe you can enjoy the old dock again, 
eh?" 

"Oh, I expect so!" 

"I haven't gone sunbathing in perhaps ten years," the older woman 
confided. "Not that I am ashamed of my old body, mind you." 

Anna nodded. "And you need not be," she offered. 

"Though she must be almost sixty," Anna thought, "she hasn't a bit of 
fat or sag." 

The older woman leaned toward the younger, and in a conspiratorial 
voice said, "I exercise every day, you see. We girls have to keep in 
shape, for ourselves as well as for our men, yes?" 

Anna smiled, thinking of the sounds she had heard two nights ago, and 
the "exercise" those noises implied. 

"Laci does, too," Zsó went on. "He looks good for almost seventy, 
don't you think?" 

Anna wondered if the older woman was fishing, and if she had 
underestimated Zsófia's age. 

"You can be proud, Zsófia, of yourself and your man." 

To Anna's relief the conversation was cut off by the arrival first of 
the returning hikers, then of László and the Szakály's from 
upstairs, all the latter bursting with anecdotes about the winery trip. 
Anna learned more about Hungarian viniculture in a few minutes than she 
ever wanted to know, and the lesson continued as the group, summoned by 
the bell and delicious odors, went in for dinner. 

*** 

After dinner Anna retired to her room to change and to coat herself 
with sun lotion. Some time ago she had learned the trick of coating her 
own back without help, but she grinned at the thought of asking Peti to 
help her. With a wicked grin she told her reflection in the mirror, "I 
bet he'd cream his pants," as she fastened her tiny bikini top. 

Anna returned to the weathered boards of the old dock. The air was 
still a bit cool, but the rays of the early afternoon sun warmed the 
skin, and she felt comfortable. She took a furtive look from behind her 
sunglasses but saw no evidence as yet of her peeking admirer. She 
settled down on her beach towel, untied the strap across her back and 
opened the book. 

The sun's warmth on her back, the quiet lapping of waves on the piles, 
and the breeze gently stirring the reeds were hypnotic, and Anna almost 
missed a quiet splash from among the water plants. 

"Ah, has the twerp come for another show?" she thought and covertly 
scanned around and spotted him. "Ah. There he is after all." 

As it had been two days ago, Anna experienced a strange thrill. 

"Why do I allow him this?" she asked herself. "I should confront him. 
Tell him to either go away- or come up here openly." 

Yet she did not move. Only her body, of itself it seemed, squirmed a 
bit. In spite of herself, Anna was getting turned on. 

"How can such a little geek excite me?" 

Then she thought of how she had felt that morning when the men from the 
village had glanced at her. No, she corrected herself, they had not 
merely glanced at her, their gazes had been more lingering. And despite 
her being in bulky old clothes. She had felt- what? Pleasure? 
Excitement? A delightful wickedness? She had felt all of that, and 
something more, slightly beyond her perception. 

"Am I such an exhibitionist?" 

Anna stood up, aware that the little strips of cloth, hanging loosely 
from her neck-strap, barely covered her "jewels." She shaded her eyes 
and looked back at The Mansion. Were the workers still there? She could 
just see the roof above the tall reeds. The workmen that had been up 
there were gone. 

Anna shivered. Was it the cool breeze? Her areolae crinkled as her 
nipples rose. She quickly crossed her arms over her breasts, turned her 
back to her watcher, faced the warm sun and sat down. The bottom of her 
swimsuit slid downward just a bit, enough to expose just a bit of 
untanned regions and rear cleavage. She couldn't have known- or could 
she? 

Anna picked up the bottle of lotion, poured out some into her hand and 
proceeded to coat the fronts of her legs. As she bent forward to reach 
her calves, just a bit more white below the tan line rose above the 
blue cloth. 

Taking a bit more lotion, she anointed first one arm, then the other, 
fully aware that as she half-turned and raised her arms each in turn, a 
part profile of one tit then the other came into view for her audience. 

Then she began to oil her body, running her lotion-loaded hands from 
one side of her belly to the other. Next she ran her hands upward, 
under the hanging strips of blue, onto her tingling mounds. She pressed 
her hands onto them more than was needed to apply the lotion. She 
closed her eyes, not really against the glare of the sun reflected off 
the lake. Her fingers wreathed the firm but yielding pillows they held, 
the slippery lotion feeling luxurious as her hands kneaded their 
contents like a pastry chef kneading his dough. 

It is hard to tell which was the more effected, the player or her 
audience. A soft moan escaped them both, so quietly that neither heard 
the other. 

Catching herself, Anna dropped her hands to her sides and then wiped 
them on the spare towel and lay down, carefully adjusting the placement 
of the little blue triangles. 

Only in his imagination had Peti's hands contained such prizes, and 
watching, even though most of Anna's hand-work had been hidden from 
him, his excitement reached a feverish level. And when Anna lay down, 
he watched enthralled as the twin mounds settled under the influence of 
gravity, flattened and separated slightly. As though in defiance of 
their flimsy covering, Anna's nipples prominently molded the thin 
cloth. Peti's palms began to itch. 

Knowing that Peti's observation point was not optimal, Anna actually 
considered turning. But she stopped herself. "I am here to get sunshine 
and a tan," she thought. 

Had she not known about her audience, she probably would have missed 
the sounds. Though not very different from the whispering of the breeze 
stirring the fronds, the sounds of Peti's progress as he changed his 
hiding place were clear to Anna. She mentally tracked his movement 
until he stopped. Then she lazily turned her head, and from behind her 
dark sunglasses looked for him among the gently waving reeds. 

"Aha," she thought, "I see you, you little sneak." 

But at odds with her thoughts, her feelings were in a high state. Had 
her actions yesterday and the day before led the youngster to his 
boldness of last night? Did she welcome the attention, both of the 
voyeurism and of last night's touches? How far would she go in 
displaying herself, her body? More importantly, maybe, how much was she 
willing to be the cause of whatever might come about? 

After a while, Anna remembered that she really did want to tan evenly, 
and so she turned over again. Even though she was careful, there was a 
slight mishap. Completely unplanned, of course. Since the back strap of 
her top was undone, she had to hold the cloth while also supporting 
herself as she turned. That she turned in his direction was just 
chance. She did not mean to lose her grip on the cloth. There was a 
momentary slip. Just for a second. Quite accidentally. 

For just that moment, a moment that burned itself into Peti's memory 
forever, the whole of one semi-pendent boob was exposed. The tanned 
outer curve, the still white inner half-globe, and the strawberry 
circle with its protuberant crown, all were clearly visible in the 
bright sunlight. 

Anna was mortified. Her first reaction was to run back to her room, but 
at the same time she felt an exotic thrill. And wouldn't it give away 
that she knew about her hidden observer? And it was, after all, just a 
fleeting moment. Why spoil the rest of the afternoon? 

*** 

As the sun moved toward the west, the cooler breeze from the mountains 
returned. Even though the lowering sun's rays still were warm, Anna 
began to become uncomfortable. Stoically, she tried to stay and utilize 
every bit of sun, but finally gave in, arranged her 'couverture,' 
collected her things and returned to The Mansion. 

More to warm herself than to cleanse, she showered, then returned to 
her room. The sun, shining into the closed window, had warmed the room. 
She removed the robe and regarded herself in the mirror. There were 
spots of pink among the tan. 

"Oh my. Is that wind-burn?" she asked the reflecting glass. 

She poured out a handful of moisturizing cream and began to spread it 
over her face, her arms and her legs. Another generous handful to 
spread on her belly, then one for her breasts, then rubbing some more 
onto her breasts, then yet more on her breasts... 

Was she kneading them a bit more vigorously than was needed? Did her 
thoughts stray to that fateful moment earlier when she had lost her 
hold on the concealing cloth? Did she imagine sticky white threads in 
the water where Peti was hiding? Why was she thinking such things? 

She had dried herself thoroughly in the lavatory after her shower, 
hadn't she? Then why was she damp down there? Why was she suddenly 
throwing herself on her bed, writhing, her hands mauling, squeezing, 
teasing, rubbing? Why was her body quivering and undulating? 

And then Anna was smothering her outcries into her pillow. 

*** 

Supper was lively with much retelling of the morning tour. László and 
György were out-doing one another telling Margit, Csaba and Anna all 
they had learned. The ladies added a few remarks as well. 

The evening being cooler than the previous few, Anna had dressed in 
warmer clothes than she formerly had. She wore the white slacks she had 
worn on their stroll through the village, along with a long-sleeved, 
high collared white blouse that might have been from Manyi's wardrobe, 
under an open-weave light blue crew-necked sweater. Anna looked really 
good. But then she'd look good dressed in a potato sack. 

György contributed two bottles of a Cabernet he had bought, not to be 
outdone by László's generosity the other night. 

"Everyone thinks of Balaton for white wines, but they make some good 
reds, too," he remarked. 

Anna tried to beg off having any, but György teased her, saying "Oh, 
you'll drink some of László's but none of mine?" And made faces that 
had the others laughing. 

So Anna agreed to having a glass, "Just a little one. For the taste," 
she said. 

György poured a small amount for his son and daughter as well, 
disregarding Ilona's look of disapproval. 

Whether from the wine or just a general good feeling, everyone seemed 
in a jovial mood as they retired to the recreation room. An examination 
of the TV program listing, however, yielded nothing that sparked any 
mutual interest until later that night. Csaba suggested they all play a 
board game together, but it was immediately obvious that nine people 
could not all sit around the little game table. 

Peti, who had been unusually quiet, suggested that he and Anna have 
another go at the billiard table. Anna felt very uncomfortable with 
that idea, after the "accident" of that afternoon, but she could not 
let on that she knew of her audience, and, she thought, it would seem 
highly unusual to refuse after having played the past few nights. So, 
as cheerfully as she could, she accepted the boy's offer. 

Dori also expressed that she would rather, as long as no one objected, 
watch some cartoons on the TV, since the adults were going to 
relinquish control of the set anyway. 

That left six people, and that many could squeeze around the small 
gaming table, and a board game was selected and started. 

The billiard game began, and despite the absence of a peep-show, it was 
clear that Peti was reacting, though it's not certain whether it was to 
what he saw now, or what persisted in his mind's eye. Anna showed no 
outward reaction, but was grinning inwardly, watching the boy watching 
her as they played. 

At the board game, everyone was crowded together, with six seated 
around a table meant for four. Csaba was seated opposite from the 
billiard table with Margit next to him, and he glanced up at Anna from 
time to time, an inscrutable look on his face. Margit noticed and got 
up, slid her chair away and sat possessively on Csaba's lap. László, 
seated next to where Margit had been, smiled openly as he moved his 
chair in to close the gap. 

The pool game proceeded quietly, but with an intensity beyond that 
produced by the clicking of the colored balls, whereas the board game 
went along with good-natured cries of triumph and defeat. It was clear, 
though, that Csaba's and László's attention was diverted from the 
game whenever Anna bent over the billiard table to take a shot. György 
was uncomfortable with his back to the pool table, able to see only how 
the other men's eyes strayed in that direction. 

None of that attention was lost on Anna. She was aware of the tension 
in the room, a tension having nothing to do with either contest going 
on. 

The board game reached its conclusion amid howls and exclamations. 
Zsófia was the grand winner with Ilona a close second. László had 
come in last, with the rest of the men all near the bottom of the 
scoring. The Szakály's mercilessly teased the older couple with 
remarks about how Zsó might take her forfeit from Laci later, in bed. 
Csaba grinned and Margit looked embarrassed. 

Dorottya grudgingly announced that it was almost "movie time," and so 
the gamers packed up the board and pieces. The billiard game had come 
to a tie, and Anna was willing to leave it so, but Peti demanded 
resolution. László suggested a "sudden death" closure. He would set 
the balls in a difficult position, and the first to make a point would 
win. 

"Ladies first," he intoned, setting up the balls. 

Anna studied the position, and with all eyes on her, took her shot and 
missed. Amid groans from the others, László set the balls again for 
Peti, who made the point. The older man shook his hand. 

To her own surprise, Anna planted a kiss on Peti's cheek. György said, 
"Maybe I should play billiards tomorrow," and Ilona hit him on the 
shoulder. 

There was a choice of two movies on the TV; a comedy on vampire themes 
and an American mystery-thriller. A vote was called for and the mystery 
won. Everyone took places on the couches and loungers where they had 
sat last evening, and without being asked, Peti turned off all the 
lamps but one, as he had last night, before seating himself next to his 
former opponent. 

The film had barely begun when Anna felt Peti's hand massaging the back 
of her neck. It actually felt good to her, relaxing some tense muscles. 
Aware that her action might encourage the youth to more daring actions, 
she turned away from him and leaned back. 

Peti was indeed encouraged. Did she actually like his neck massage? Oh, 
how he would like to massage other parts of her anatomy! He carefully 
looked around at the others to see if anyone was watching. No one was, 
everyone's attention was wrapped up in the action on the TV screen. 
Peti's hands slipped down Anna's back, gently stroking, then massaging 
along her spine. Peti couldn't help but notice the absence of a strap. 
From the way that her blouse had jiggled during the billiard game he 
had thought she was without a bra, but now his suspicion was confirmed. 

The back rub felt good to Anna. She hadn't realized how the tension in 
the room had produced tension in her back muscles. Carefully avoiding 
the thought that it was "peeping" Peti, the furtive witness to her 
afternoon accident, she relaxed and allowed his hands on her back to 
soothe her. However his fingers snagged on the open knitting of her 
sweater, and the third time it happened he muttered an exclamation. 

On the screen, the hero of the movie had just defeated several of the 
"bad guys," but an explosion sent him head-first over a railing to hang 
over a precipice by his fingertips. As the background music rose and 
the viewers gasped in unison, Peti insinuated a hand under the sweater. 

"The little devil," Anna thought as the other hand joined the first. 
But the back rub felt so good that she decided to allow it. "Just on my 
back, though" she thought, "and on top of the blouse." 

The boy's thoughts were careening wildly. "She has to have noticed," he 
told himself. The soft cotton of the blouse felt smooth and warm, and 
he imagined how silky her skin might feel. 

Seated as he was, partly beside and partly behind her, he could see the 
shape of her nearside breast, its fullness emphasized as the sweater's 
woolen weave was drawn against it by the action of his hand and arm on 
her spine. His imagination substituted what it could from the memory of 
that afternoon's momentary glimpse. And just below the slightly 
elevated hem of the sweater, encased in the tight white slacks, the 
swell of her hip and her pert moon-round buns were the only sights to 
draw his attention away from that other melon-like shape. 

It was almost inevitable that when next the TV action rose to a high 
pitch, Peti's right hand strayed from its track along Anna's spine, 
wandering eastward over her back toward her underarm. Anna clamped her 
upper arm against her side, turned her head slightly and whispered, 
"No." 

The hand unwillingly returned to her spine, but on its next journey 
downward, it exited from under the wool to glide softly over her hip. 
Instinctively, she rotated her upper arm forward, forming a rampart 
about her boob with the crook of her elbow. Then, when his other hand 
descended as well, Anna hugged both arms close against her sides and 
tits. This of course had the effect of abandoning the regions to the 
south to Peti's mild invasion. His fingers trailed over, and his palms 
attempted to enclose, her white-duck-covered nether charms. 

Anna was torn between two opposing reactions. Embarrassed to be fondled 
by a nerdy boy in a room full of people, even though darkened, but at 
the same time stirred by his gentle touches, she considered admonishing 
him, even moving away, but in the end did nothing. 

And Peti also, acutely aware of the others in the room, his parents and 
little sister among them, kept his touching of her to a level just 
beyond the acceptable. Even though his hands itched to examine by 
direct contact the delights he had spied upon that very afternoon. Even 
though his confined erection grew almost painful. 

When, too soon for either of the pair, the TV movie ended with the hero 
triumphant, leaving wrecked buildings and smashed vehicles in his wake, 
and kissing the Sweet Young Thing, Peti was unable to stand without 
being mortified. Fortunately, his mother asked Dori to turn on the 
lights on her way up to bed. 

No one wished to watch the news, so the TV was switched off and a 
discussion of the movie's events begun over some snacks raided from the 
kitchen. 

György offered to pour the last of the wine for Anna, saying it would 
help her sleep. For a moment Anna thought he might have seen something 
of what had transpired, but then realized that he meant after the 
excitement of the movie. She politely refused, saying that she really 
wasn't a drinker. To Anna's mild surprise, Margit accepted the offer. 

After a polite interval of time, Anna stood, stretched and excused 
herself. The others chimed in, agreeing it was time to pack it in. So 
they all marched upstairs to their rooms. 

Her night preparations made, Anna stood before the mirror, gazing at 
her reflection, asking it what was going on that she had allowed "that 
nerdy boy" to touch her, to even fondle her butt, albeit "safely" 
encased in her trousers? Idly, her fingers trailed over her hips and 
over her naked butt cheeks. Her hands squeezed the half-tanned moons. 
Her breasts began to tingle. 

Anna shook her head at her reflection, turned out the light and crept 
between the covers. She drew the bed-covers over her body, and doing so 
raked the sheet over her engorged nipples. With a barely audible moan, 
she turned on her side and hugged her pillow to her chest, rubbing it 
against her sensitized nipples. One hand returned to her ass to take in 
the feel of its smooth skin. She drew her knees up and a corner of the 
pillow slipped between her thighs. Her unoccupied hand pushed against 
the pillow, pressing it down to clear her breasts. Now both hands, 
filled with soft melon-shaped objects, though at different ends of the 
body, began to knead and squeeze. Of themselves, her thighs wrapped 
around the pillow, and her body began to writhe in the darkness. Soft 
sounds like those of a tiny forest creature escaped her throat. The 
wriggling and clenching increased in pitch, and at last her body froze, 
then twitched with convulsions for a few seconds as she fought not to 
cry out. Had there been light to see by, one would have noted how her 
mouth worked open and shut, how her pretty face was contorted, how her 
tanned upper chest and her ears reddened, how her muscles tightened and 
relaxed in waves of spasms. 

When at last she relaxed, with a gentle sigh, Anna straightened out her 
legs and was instantly asleep. 

************************************* 



Title: Anna's Story Chapter Six 
Author: Paco Andante 
Keywords: voy exhib Fsolo grope 
Wordcount: 5883 words 

Morning dawned brightly on Lake Balaton. As the sun peered over the 
horizon, an unbroken blue dome of sky promised a good day for swimming, 
playing beach games, and of course for sunbathing. Had the sun been at 
all interested, he might have seen Anna, having already completed her 
morning visit to the lavatory and peering out of her window. As far as 
she could tell, she was the only guest awake. 

Moved by the unbroken stillness and tranquility of the scene, the young 
woman left her room and descended softly to the porch, clad only in her 
robe and slippers. She breathed the fresh lake air, and watched as 
Apollo's flaming chariot rose above the horizon, chasing away the 
lingering darkness and replacing it with long shadows, shadows that no 
longer completely hid their contents. 

She was suddenly seized by an urge to step out of her slippers, open 
and drop her robe and step into the dew-dampened grass to dance naked 
under the oak tree like a Pagan goddess, perhaps the huntress, Diana. 
But she only smiled and wrapped the robe a bit more tightly around her 
body and watched the sunrise, pondering that her vacation was nearly at 
an end, and today would be her last full day here. 

"Ho, Anna!" the gruff but pleasant voice of Attila the caretaker 
interrupted her reverie. As he walked up the drive, followed by his 
wife, he cheerfully continued, "You are up early today." 

"Good morning to you both," Anna responded. "It looks like today will 
be a great day." 

Little did she guess what this day would bring. 

*** 

At breakfast the usual banter went on, about the previous evening's 
movie mixed with speculation about the fine day that seemed ahead. Even 
the usually reticent Margit and Csaba seemed more outgoing, even 
sharing a little about the rare plants they had found so far and their 
enthusiasm for finding more. Even Ilona, though solicitous of her 
daughter as always, seemed inclined to relax her vigil over Dorottya 
and the playmates she might find at the public beach later. 

"I suppose you will be taking the sun again, Anna?" Zsófia asked 
pleasantly. 

"Well, yes. I want to get as much as I can because tomorrow I must go 
back to the Capital." 

Péter covered his alarm at this news by feigning a cough. 

"Oh, that's too bad," László said, "we'll miss you." 

Zsó gave him a look that brought smiles to the faces of the others, 
but then added to Anna pleasantly, "Yes, indeed we shall." 

"And I will miss all of you," Anna smiled. 

Margit and Csaba excused themselves to get ready for their day's hike, 
and Anna smiled her leave as well. 

*** 

Upstairs, Anna prepared herself for her sunbathing. Standing naked 
before the mirror, she inspected the progress of her tan lines and 
found them satisfactory. 

"I'll go back home looking very sexy," she thought, turning slowly. 
"Another day in the sun will make me really brown." 

She noticed a little underarm fuzz, and thinking, "I don't want to look 
like Margit- actually, though, on her, with that very red color, it's 
not bad." 

A little attention to her underarms and then to her "bikini lines" with 
scissors and razor from her travel kit and she felt better. Coating 
herself with lotion and donning the blue swimsuit, she was ready. 

Armed with her sunglasses, towels, lotion and water bottle, she 
proceeded downstairs to collect another book, this time a thin one, for 
she had only the one day left to read it. On her way to the library, 
she met the Szakály family, minus the boy, on their way to enjoy the 
public beach. They smiled and waved at her, and as they passed through 
the front door, she heard Dori say to her mother, "When I grow up I 
want to look like her!" Anna smiled and grabbed a book of proper 
thickness at random and left The Mansion. 

Back on the weathered wooden platform, Anna spread her beach towel and 
set out her things. She took a moment to look at her surroundings- and 
for evidence of her hidden audience. Somehow today everything seemed 
sharper and clearer. From the reeds wearing their fronds like the 
headdresses of a tribe of savages, to the little waves dancing like 
shards of glass on the face of the lake, and even the opposite shore 14 
kilometers away, everything seemed crisp and sparkling today. 

"Oh, it's so good to be alive today," she thought, and settled down to 
bake and read. 

*** 

The Szakály boy, Péter was not with his family on their way to the 
public beach because he was in his room, stunned. Although in the back 
of his mind he had known that "all things come to an end," he hadn't 
considered that Anna would be leaving tomorrow. He stood looking out 
the window and saw Anna disappear into the reed path toward the little 
platform, and quickly changed into bathing trunks lest he miss a moment 
of ogling. 

Somehow, the lake water seemed cool to him this morning as he carefully 
made his way to his hiding place among the thick reeds. But he quickly 
warmed up when he saw Anna reclining peacefully and beautifully, her 
now nicely bronzed skin looking soft and tantalizing. 

Attuned to the soft rustle of the water plants in the gentle breeze, 
Anna became aware of the sounds of Peti's approach even before he 
reached his post. She was amused at his persistence, and debated 
letting on that she was aware of his observations. She smiled to 
herself at the thought. Would it spoil his pleasure if she owned up? 
What would be his reaction if she invited him to join her? How is it 
that he seems so timid in daytime, yet showed such boldness at night? 

A wicked part of her considered giving him a show, all under the 
"protection" of his not knowing that she knew. After all, for all that 
the boy knew, she thought she was secure in her privacy. Any act she 
might perform, anything she might reveal, would be "innocent," wouldn't 
it? 

She giggled a bit, but put the thought aside, deciding to let it be. 
Nonetheless, a lingering thrill remained at the thought. And the memory 
of his touches last night came to her unbidden. He had been tentative, 
so like a little boy, but at the same time so like those of a man 
reaching out to a woman, even massaging her tense neck as he had. 

"His hands did feel good; what if I had let him touch my breast- just a 
little, from the side?" she mused. "With everyone right in the room, 
nothing more could have happened... how exciting it would have been for 
him... Alright, I admit, for us both. Maybe even let him have a good 
handful... it feels so good when someone else squeezes them... 

"But he's just a boy! And a geeky one at that. Those awful eyeglasses! 
Haha, young as he is, I bet his pecker is tiny!" 

But then she immediately admonished herself, "Stop that, girl! How 
could you think such things!" 

Vexed with herself, Anna turned over onto her stomach, a protective 
move. She somehow felt less vulnerable that way than on her back. She 
almost called out to her silent watcher, but something kept her from 
doing so. Instead, her hands crept to her back and untied the strap of 
her bikini top. So as not to interrupt the tan on her back, of course. 

To turn her mind away from the impish thoughts that seemed to come from 
nowhere, she opened the little book she had selected without really 
looking at it. She skipped the title page and the preface, and dove 
right into the first tale. 

It was a contemporary erotic anthology. As she read the first story, 
she found herself identifying with Maria, the female protagonist, and 
despite her misgivings at the explicit nature of the depicted scenes, 
she became absorbed in her reading. 

Hidden in his reedy emplacement, Peti watched, also absorbed, as Anna 
rolled again onto her back and carefully adjusted her bikini bra. 

In the book, Maria's lover was making her perform increasingly 
degrading acts, and Anna found herself simultaneously fascinated and 
repulsed as Maria continued to submit to his demands. 

"I would never do that!" she thought. But wasn't there a growing 
thrill, even a bit of dampness between her thighs? Didn't her breasts 
tingle? 

In Anna's view the tale ended in a disturbing manner, without a real 
resolution, leaving Maria tied naked to a Saint Andrew's cross awaiting 
her lover's next debasement. 

But she read on. 

The second narrative concerned incest, though nothing abusive; a 
teen-aged brother and sister who discovered a mutual lust for one 
another, and their struggle to justify their desire to themselves and 
each other. The writer disclosed, in minute detail, how they were drawn 
together, how they began tentative exploration, then furtive manual 
play, and how that act became a regular activity and progressed to 
daily oral acts and on to that which is forbidden for reason of 
consanguinity. 

The next story in the collection featured a precocious but rather 
arrogant schoolboy's attempts to seduce his attractive, young teacher. 
Anna found the situation both humorous and strangely provocative. The 
author had not dwelt on the teacher's feelings and she wondered about 
them. Was it the boy that charmed her or was it the situation? That he 
was her student? Eventually his effort was successful, but then who had 
seduced whom? 

Lost to her for the moment, was the parallel to Anna's own situation, 
with a youngster avidly peering at her from his concealment among the 
water plants. She put the book down and gazed at a small white cloud as 
it cruised slowly across the blue, blue like her almost forgotten 
bikini. Her hands began to trace their way over her belly, upward to 
feel the edge of her ribcage, and ventured further. Her thighs, pressed 
together, began to scissor slightly as her hands reached the untanned 
slopes of her twin mounds. 

Only at the last possible moment did Anna recall that she was not 
alone; that bespectacled eyes peered at her from the reeds. She 
carefully sat up and checked the time. It was almost time for the day 
meal, so she re-tied her bikini top, gathered her things and returned 
to The Mansion, her mind in turmoil, though she did not recognize why. 

*** 

Dinner went much as the breakfast had, with lively conversation. The 
hikers had packed a meal and were absent once more, but the others made 
no mention of their nonattendance. Nor was there any mention of Anna's 
impending departure. Instead, the talk was mostly of an impromptu game 
at the public beach, and how little Doti had been an unexpected star. 

Mrs. Szabó, as she served the dessert, announced that supper would be 
a bit early today because her husband was taking her to a dance and 
costume party at their church. She hoped no one would be 
inconvenienced. No one objected. 

*** 

Afterwards, back out on the dock, Anna established herself quickly in 
the sun and with the book. She felt guilty and nasty at reading the at 
times very explicit descriptions of various sex acts, but at the same 
time intoxicated by what she read. Story after story, different unusual 
sexual situations were depicted, often in embarrassing detail. From the 
most "plain vanilla" to what seemed to her to be extremely "kinky," all 
manner of activity was depicted or at least touched upon. 

But what most confounded her was her own reaction. Although she 
decorously kept her hands on the book and away from her body, in fact 
she felt an exciting, liquid sensation welling in her midsection, and 
there was an unaccountable itchy dampness growing in her loins. She 
found herself more than merely engrossed, but relating to and even 
identifying with the people in the narratives. 

She was just in the midst of a tale of an attractive woman who 
delighted in, and even achieved orgasm through, exhibiting herself to a 
randomly selected man in public places, when a tell-tale quiet 
disturbance among the reeds interrupted her thoughts with a reminder 
that she had an audience herself. 

"Hee, hee!" she chuckled aloud. "What if I give him a little show after 
all?" she thought. "I am leaving tomorrow and that will be the end of 
it anyway. But, oh wow, won't he remember it? Maybe remember it 
forever." 

With a deliberate air of nonchalance as if she felt nothing peculiar, 
and knew nothing of her hidden observer, Anna stood and undulated to 
the edge of the dock. Sitting down, at the corner where she knew her 
admirer was able to see, she gently lowered herself into the water. It 
only came up to her navel, but felt cool and sweet after the sun's 
heat. She squatted down and as she did the loose bikini top floated up, 
its back string waving in the gentle swells. 

Smiling wickedly to herself, she drew the neck strap over her head and 
tossed the scrap of cloth up onto the dock and near her other 
belongings. 

Instantly she regretted her impulsive act, her conservative side 
realizing that now she had no way to retrieve the top, no way to gain 
the dock without revealing her proud tits in all their glory to her 
under-aged admirer. For several minutes, she only splashed around, 
keeping in the water nearly to her neck, while the wicked Anna was 
warring internally with the more wicked one that had been emboldened by 
her vicarious experiences from the book. 

Finally the more daring Anna won out, and she boldly regained the dock, 
boobs swaying magnificently as she hoisted her body onto the aged wood. 
She walked almost casually back to her towel, shedding lake water and 
adjusting the suit bottoms and facing directly toward the concealed 
watcher. An almost inaudible splash, actually more like a wet ripple, 
let her know that the show did not go unappreciated as she bent to pick 
up the smaller towel. 

Surrendering to an exhibitionist urge, as she slowly toweled off her 
dripping body, she half-turned to provide her audience a magnificent 
profile view. 

Peti was thunderstruck. The women he had admired in his internet 
navigation had been mostly beautiful, some with bigger tits and some 
with smaller, but certainly, in his view, none that were more shapely 
and attractive. And for sure no picture, even moving ones, could not 
compete with the live show unfolding before his eyes. 

She dried her legs while standing, and thereby displaying hanging 
delights. Then Anna began to towel off her back, draping the towel over 
her shoulders and thrusting her bosom forward as she drew the towel 
back and forth across her back. 

Merely being topless would have been no more than would have been seen 
at any nude beach, but the wicked half of Anna turned the fundamentally 
practical act, that of drying herself after her plunge, into a 
sensuous, if not outright sexual, scene, embellishing every move for 
Peti's benefit- and for her own. She closed her eyes as she sensuously 
dried her boobs, lifting them, running the towel into the valley 
between, mashing them against her chest wall. 

There was still an hour or so with the sun high enough for good 
tanning, so Anna sat and began to anoint her body with lotion to 
replace that washed away. Moving slowly, she coated her legs, her 
torso, and by dint of some interesting contortions, her back. None of 
those contortions, presenting her breasts in various ways, escaped 
Peti's joyous attention. 

Then, filling her hands generously with lotion, Anna proceeded to do 
what Peti's hands longed to do- to caress and squeeze her tits. It felt 
so good to Anna, the warm sun on her back, her lotion-lubricated 
fingers caressing her breasts, her thumbs idly tracing over her 
still-erect nipples, that she almost lost herself in the sensations. 

But then the conservative Anna admonished her to stop and lie down, and 
cover herself, even if only with the tiny triangles of her almost 
forgotten bikini top. 

Eventually the rays of the lowering sun no longer promoted tanning and 
the stories in the little book had been consumed. Wistfully, Anna 
gathered her things for the last time, at least on this vacation. Her 
wicked inner half imagined walking back to The Mansion with the top 
untied, or even topless, proudly exhibiting her beautifully tan lined 
tities. She giggled but tied her top in place and returned to The 
Mansion properly attired. 

*** 

Back in The Mansion, sticky with lotion and sweat, robed and slippered, 
Anna headed for the showers. In her strange mood, it was a relief to 
her that she was alone in the lavatory. She hung her robe on a peg, 
kicked off her slippers and turned on the water. After adjusting the 
temperature of the stream, she entered the stall and drew the curtain. 

How pleasant the warm needles of the spray felt on her sun-baked skin! 
She turned lazily, letting the water sooth her all over before reaching 
for the soap. She stepped back out of the stream and lathered herself, 
adorning her tanned body with white streaks of suds. Still 
soap-covered, she reached for the shampoo and worked some into her 
blonde tresses. 

"Now I am the queen of bubbles," she giggled to herself. 

She leaned back against the far wall of the stall and let the foamy 
feeling sink into her body. Re-soaping her hands, she caressed her 
tummy and her breasts, feeling the lasciviousness of her self-massage. 

Her thoughts returned to the afternoon, and her shameless erotic 
display to her under-aged observer, and the strange vicarious thrill 
she had experienced doing it. Her hands strayed over her hips and 
buttocks, spreading lather, but also awakening profounder sensations. 

She turned her face to the wall and pressed her tits against the cold 
tiles, sending a shiver down her spine and bringing her nipples to 
erection. She pressed herself harder against the wall, mashing her 
boobs almost flat and resting her forehead on it, and a trickle of 
shampoo-laden water ran down her temple to her cheek. The feel of that 
trickle, warm and viscous, and the feel of her compressed breasts 
against the wall, coupled with her hands soaping her backside, was so 
erotic, so evocative, that her hands left their appointed duty and 
began to knead and maul her breasts. She began to press her thighs hard 
together and lightly scissor them, bending at the waist and knees. 

Had anyone entered the women's lavatory at that time, they might have 
speculated at the gasps and soft vocalizations almost covered by the 
sound of water, but none did. Her flight into a private world was her 
very own, her secret. She stepped back into the warm stream to rinse, 
her ears and collarbone flushed, though not by the water's heat. 

But far from providing relief, it only left her feeling more naughty. 

*** 

Supper was indeed a bit early. Perhaps an hour before the usual time, 
Mrs. Szabó rang the bell, and the guests assembled. Perhaps to 
compensate for the imagined inconvenience, a sumptuous cold repast had 
been set, with warm bread, sliced meats, cheeses, salad and several 
kinds of home-made pickled things. And desserts worthy of 
establishments in Budapest or Vienna were set on the sideboard along 
with an urn of coffee. 

Anna made something of a grand entrance, coming downstairs a bit later 
than the others. She had selected clothes that matched her frame of 
mind while still maintaining decorum, the white gypsy blouse, worn off 
the shoulder and revealing her tanned midriff, without a bra of course, 
and a pair of sheer blue palazzo pants, slitted up each leg to 
mid-thigh and nearly transparent except where the integrated blue 
shorts were underneath. A pair of gold sandals and thin gold chain 
about her neck completed the outfit. Needless to say, the reactions of 
the other guests did not disappoint her. 

The others were also well dressed. Margit wore a backless and rather 
short green dress over red tights, a combination that accentuated her 
hair color and stressed her slender figure, Ilona wore a pants suit in 
cream with red trimming and even Zsófia looked ten years younger in a 
basic black dress accented with a simple pearl necklace. As though they 
all had agreed to dress for Anna's farewell supper, the men also were 
sressed up, in light colored suits with pastel dress shirts, though 
without ties. Young Dori looked cute in a plaid skirt and white 
sweater. 

Only Peti, in shorts and T-shirt, looked like a vacationer. 

Hardly had the guests gotten seated when Mr. and Mrs. Szabó appeared, 
dressed in traditional Hungarian folk dress instead of their accustomed 
work clothes. Mrs. Szabó apologized again for the early supper, and as 
she requested that the uneaten food be put away in the refrigerator, 
her husband took her arm. 

"Well, you two look wonderful," Zsófia gushed, obviously pleasing the 
Szabó couple. "Have a wonderful time!" 

"Dance your boots thin," Ilona added. 

All joined in wishing them well, saying, "See you tomorrow," and "Tell 
us about it at breakfast." 

As they left, young Peti added, "See you." 

Under her breath, and so quietly that only the boy could hear, Anna 
muttered, "Yes, you did." 

He sat with his eyes and mouth wide, wondering at the remark. 

After a few remarks to one another about the caretaker couple, 
complimenting them, the table-talk turned to the day's past activities, 
and then to the evening's TV fare. Once again, news and game shows 
predominated until later in the evening. 

György announced that they had met some people at the public beach 
that afternoon, and that they had invited the Szakálys and everyone to 
an outdoor party that evening. 

"Why don't you all come along," he smiled. "They made it clear that 
everyone was invited. They said that they had strung lights in the 
trees and would have music for dancing." 

Young Peti had been quiet after Anna's remark, but his hungry glances 
her way did not escape her attention, even if they had gone unnoticed 
by the others. His eyes ever gravitated to the twin mounds softly 
jiggling under the gypsy blouse. No doubt his mind's eye was recreating 
the sight of them bare. He did not want to go and hoped that Anna would 
not either. 

"That sounds like fun," Csaba said, enthusiastically. "What do you 
think, Manyi, dear? Shall we go?" 

With a shake of her fiery red tresses, the pale girl agreed. 

The Némeths declined, and wished the younger people a good time. 
"We'll just watch that comedy later." 

Although usually ready for a party, the combination of wicked feelings 
and Peti's hungry looks conspired against Anna's better judgment, and 
she declined as well. 

"I'm pretty tired," she said, "And besides I'll be getting up early to 
pack. Thank you, but I'll just watch TV, too." 

Zsófia began taking away dishes and the untouched food, and enrolled 
the others, even the men, in helping. As they carried plates into the 
kitchen, Anna lightly bumped into Peti, "accidentally" pressing her 
boobs against his arm. 

"Oh! Sorry," she apologized. 

"I'm not," he whispered. 

At last, the table cleared and all put in order, Anna, the Némeths and 
Peti moved to the entertainment room, while the others, Dori included, 
excitedly left The Mansion for the party. 

László and Zsófia turned the TV to a news station and took up 
residence in the wide couch directly before the set, leaving Anna and 
Peti to the billiard table. 

Feigning a calm he did not feel, Peti invited her, "Shall we play?" 

Picking up a cue stick and gently chalking the tip, Anna smiled, 
"Haven't we been all along?" 

Young Péter stood as though he had been slapped. "What did she mean?" 
he asked himself as he watched the slender form of the young woman set 
up the table. 

She flipped a coin for first shot, catching it as it arced over the 
table. She struck a pose, catching the coin in one hand and her other 
hand covering it, her nicely rounded rump protruding, and said, "Call 
it, Peti." 

Flustered, neither his eyes nor his thoughts on the coin, the young man 
answered, "Tails!" and then turned pink. 

Anna grinned and uncovered the coin, "Tails it is," and stepped back to 
let him at the table. 

Had anyone paid attention, they might have noticed that the players at 
the billiard table were not playing at their usual levels. Anna was 
missing shots as she paid more attention to how she was posing, and 
Peti watching her instead of analyzing the opportunities on the table. 

Actually, László might have noticed something, or perhaps it was only 
that he hoped for a repeat of the peep-show last time she had worn that 
blouse, but he made sure to sit so that he could easily turn toward the 
table. 

The game proceeded, although with fewer points being scored- at least 
on the table. But László was disappointed, at least as regards his 
hopes for a furtive view of mammalian charms, but certainly got many an 
eyeful of leg and blue-clad bottom. 

"I think I see an opportunity there," Anna said to Peti as she bent 
low, squinting across the table toward the wall- and Peti, who was 
distractedly chalking his cue. 

"Oh?" he responded, his eyes not on the table, but somewhat above. 

"Yes, see? Like this," she answered, gesturing with her cue. That 
action causing an even greater revelation to the boy's hungry eyes. 

"Oh, yes, I see." 

The TV became loud as the announcer gave soccer results, with clips of 
the games, complete with cheering. 

"So you think I can do it?" Peti remarked, also gesturing with his cue. 

Anna shrugged, a twinkle in her eye, "Well, you can try." 

Péter took his time lining up the shot, then took it. The ball sailed 
across the table, it all looked good, but then it missed the second 
kiss by a hair's breadth. 

"Better luck later," Anna remarked. 

"Doesn't seem to be my lucky day," he observed. 

"Oh, no?" Anna grinned. "I thought otherwise." 

Peti began to think, "Does she know I was watching? Did she show her 
jugs on purpose?" But he refrained from commenting on it. 

To find her shots, Anna frequently looked at the table from this angle 
and that, often bending low over it and sighting along her cue. At each 
position, the gypsy blouse fell open at the bodice, teasing and 
tantalizing the boy with hints of what had been revealed this 
afternoon, albeit at a greater distance. 

*** 

As agreed, the billiard game ended when the movie was about to begin. 
The score, much lower than in past evenings, was three to two in Anna's 
favor. Once again, without being asked, Peti turned the lights off as 
the comedy film began. 

The Némeths moved closer to one another, almost curled up together, on 
the couch directly in front of the set, and once again, the billiard 
opponents settled in the smaller couch behind it. But this time, as she 
sat down, Anna allowed the slitted leg of her trousers, the one nearest 
to Peti, to fall open revealing a tanned and shapely leg. 

As the opening credits flashed on the screen and the film's signature 
music played, young Peti's hands immediately began to move. Without 
hesitating tonight, perhaps emboldened by his parents' absence. he 
began to massage her bare shoulders. Anna closed her eyes and leaned 
forward slightly. 

"I feel so... so wicked tonight," she thought to herself, as she 
luxuriated in the relaxing sensation. "His hands feel so good, even 
though it's not right." 

The hands gradually moved down her back, over the shoulder blades, and 
down over the smooth cloth at the back of the blouse. Contacting bare 
skin once more, the hands massaged the muscles of her lower back. 

His whisper covered by the antics of Inspector Clouseau and Chief 
Dreyfus, Peti asked, "Does that feel good?" 

"Mm-hum," Anna responded dreamily. 

But the hands did not remain at the muscles of the lower back. They 
massaged their way first downward, onto the firm globes of Anna's 
bottom. Their kneading felt really neat to her, so she angled her body 
slightly forward, but of course since she was seated, his access was 
severely limited. Next, the hands angled upward, going under the 
blouse's hem, being careful not to disturb the garment itself- at least 
not from the viewpoint of the older couple, should one of them turn to 
look. 

This time, as Peti's hands made their way to Anna's sides, her arms did 
not clamp down, she did not turn with a stern look and whisper, "no." 
Instead, her body leaned back a bit. Peti's hands continued forward, 
touching the edges of soft mounds of flesh. And they reached further, 
gradually cupping their soft yet firm fullness. He savored the feel of 
them, the weight of them, their yielding firmness. 

In addition to the sensations in her breasts, Anna felt a certain 
tingling sensation in her belly, not unlike that which had seized her 
that afternoon, a feeling of letting go, and of a delightful sort of 
depravity. 

Her mind only partly following the comic action on the screen, Anna 
nevertheless was inspired to laughter at one point, and Peti's palms 
experienced the delight of jiggling flesh gently held. His thumbs 
gravitated to the slight protrusions of her nipples. They stroked 
gently, the nubbins hardened and lengthened, the thumbs stroked more 
firmly and a gasp, having nothing to do with the TV action, escaped 
Miki's throat, and the young woman leaned back onto the boy's chest. 

His forefingers joined his thumbs, surrounding and pinching the 
protrusions while his other fingers squeezed, held and lifted what they 
surrounded. 

Péter had never touched, not to speak of held, live breasts before. He 
tried hard to be quiet, not to publicize his actions, lest it alert 
Laci or Zsó, but his breath became ragged despite his efforts. And the 
bulge in his trousers was evident. 

"This is so bad," Anna thought, a leaden weight forming in her stomach. 
"He's feeling me up in public- and I'm letting him. How embarrassing if 
one of them should turn and see." 

But she did not stop him, even crossing her arms lightly over her 
breasts- and Peti's hands- to cover the squeezing and thrumming going 
on under the blouse. Peti could not believe how exciting Anna's "milk 
wagons" felt, how rubbery-soft her nipples were between his fingers. 

At the same time, Anna could not believe that a boy of only thirteen 
was turning her on so, but her "other side" was urging her on, saying, 
"You're going home tomorrow. You'll never see any of them again. So, 
why not? It feels so good. Let him have his way..." 

Her boobs had been erotically sensitive since they started to grow 
years ago, and Anna was becoming very turned on. A fleeting thought 
passed through her mind; she was glad she had worn cotton panties since 
the palazzo pants showed any hint of wetness so obviously. She pressed 
her forearms against his blouse-covered hands, urging him to squeeze 
harder. Peti complied. 

A part of Anna was in turmoil. She felt guilty for allowing this boy 
such liberties with her body- her breasts- and in so open a setting, 
with the older couple seated just in front of them. Yet, another part 
of her reveled in the wickedness of submitting to his attentions, and 
the danger of discovery only added to it. 

The movie was interrupted by a commercial break, and László began to 
get up. Peti quickly removed his hands from under Anna's blouse, 
placing them strategically in his lap to cover the evidence of his 
arousal. Anna was embarrassed, certain that the hard points of her 
aroused nipples would show through the thin cloth of her blouse. 

"Would either of you like something from the kitchen," the older man 
asked. "I'm going to see if there is some soda..." 

"Oh, no thank you, uncle," Anna replied with a disarming smile, and 
Peti added, "No, thanks." 

As he went out to the kitchen, Zsófia turned and remarked, "That poor 
man, Chief Inspector Dreyfus!" 

Anna laughed, "Yes. Herbert Lom plays him well, don't you think?" 

The older man returned with two ice-filled glasses of some bubbly 
liquid, handed one to his wife and sat back down just as the movie 
started again. 

Peti lost no time getting his hands back onto the fleshy pillows and 
under the cloth. The gentle massage he had been providing began to turn 
more brusk, becoming more like mashing. Far from being unwelcome, the 
rough treatment only fueled Anna's lustful feelings, loaded on top of 
the memory of how she had thrilled at baring those same objects to his 
view that afternoon. Her nipples felt like they were on fire, boring 
their distended points into his palms. 

One of Peti's hands left its task of deep breast massage and ventured 
downward over er exposed midriff, attempting to insinuate itself under 
the waistband of the palazzos, obviously to investigate other female 
territory. But that was too much for Anna under the circumstances, and 
she took his hand and restored it to her boobs. 

At each commercial break, and there seemed a lot of them, she was 
granted a moment's reprieve, for in order to avoid discovery, Peti 
withdrew until the program resumed. And each time his hands returned to 
their labors, they seemed even more eager, even more adventurous and 
assertive. 

Ever since they had begun to grow years ago, her breasts had always 
been erotically sensitive, and the boy's handling of them was having 
its effect on Anna. The erotic tingle of excitement in her belly, up to 
now due to the situation, to the mental and emotional eroticism of 
letting go, of giving in to what he wanted, grew stronger. But now it 
was tinged with strong erotic feelings of the body as well. It became 
difficult for her to sit still, and she began to squirm slightly in her 
seat. 

She began to fear that evidence of her arousal might reach the nose of 
the older couple. 

Well before the end of the movie Anna reached a decision. At a lull in 
the program, she gently pried Peti's hands off her well warmed breasts, 
stood up and announced that she was tired and bid good night to all. 
Peti looked devastated, and appeared to be about to protest, but just 
in time he caught himself and, in a sullen voice gave her a good night 
as well. 

As Anna knew he would, Peti watched her as she sauntered out of the 
room to the staircase, while the Némeths turned back to the set. At 
the foot of the stairs, Anna paused, smiled at Peti, pointed at her 
wrist watch, then pointed upstairs. Breaking into a broad grin, Peti 
nodded his understanding and turned back to watch the TV 
disinterestedly. 

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Title: Anna's Story Chapter Seven 
Author: Paco Andante 
Keywords: mF hand titfuck facial oral Fsolo 
Wordcount: 5883 words 

She was in turmoil. She felt guilty for having allowed such a 
transgression of her usual "acceptable" behavior, and blamed her 
perverse mood brought on by the afternoon's events for allowing such a 
thing to occur. And with a boy so young! Why had she allowed him to 
fondle her in such a blatant manner? And in circumstances where 
discovery was so near? Why had she signaled him as she started up the 
stairs? And if she didn't really want to continue the adventure, why 
had she left the door to her room ajar? Why had she turned only a low 
lamp on? She should have simply taken care of her own needs, in 
privacy, behind a locked door. Yet at the same time, she felt an 
elation, an exquisite thrill. 

The events of the afternoon and evening replayed themselves over in her 
mind, and even now, her breasts tingled with the remembered tender 
mauling they had received. Even though she felt horrified to have been 
involved in such a blatant act, her nipples were still poking out, 
dimpling the cloth of the gypsy top. And there was a curious tingling 
in her belly. Agitated, she alternately sat and paced the floor, though 
she didn't know whether it was in anticipation of the young man's 
appearance at her door or in dread of it. 

"Is he coming, or has he chickened out?" she asked herself, wondering 
which she preferred. 

Twice, as she paced, she went to the door meaning to shut and lock it, 
but did not. The tingling in her belly and breasts grew perversely 
stronger with each minute of waiting. 

After what seemed to her like an hour or more, but could only have been 
a few minutes, she heard the approach of footsteps in the hall. 
Quickly, she seated herself at the foot of the bed and struck a 
devil-may-care pose, arranging the blouse high on one shoulder and very 
much off the other. 

Without knocking or otherwise announcing his entrance, 
thirteen-year-old Peti pushed the door open and stepped in. He stood a 
moment at the portal, drinking in the sight of her, the tented front of 
his shorts giving evidence of his continued arousal. 

"Well, come in or leave, but close the door either way," Anna heard her 
voice say. 

The youngster grinned and stepped inside, closing and locking the door. 
He could not believe that she had actually invited him into her room! 
And that he was alone behind a locked door with such a beautiful woman, 
a woman whose delectable tits he had so recently been holding and 
squeezing. Was it, in fact as the porn sites implied, that all things 
were possible to the bold? 

"So, how did you like seeing my boobs this afternoon?" Anna whispered, 
hardly believing that she had asked it. 

"Uh, you mean you knew I was watching?" 

"Oh, yes. And judging from what happened downstairs, I'd guess you 
liked them." 

"Well, yeah! You've got real nice jugs." 

"Thanks, I think." 

Peti was losing his anxiety and stepped away from the door, but Anna 
was flushed and conflicted, even though she had opened the 
conversation. 

"I really want to see them again, but up close," he said, eagerly 
stepping further into the room. 

"Do you, now?" 

He stepped closer to where she sat, and nodded, placing a hand on her 
bare shoulder. 

She hesitated, her sense of propriety and decency at war with a 
shockingly strong feeling of pride and arousal at what he was 
suggesting. Then her libidinous side won out, and almost casually, she 
pulled the little top up. For just a moment her mounds caught on the 
elastic bottom, then they fell free and jiggled as she drew the cloth 
over her head. Peti's eyes became large behind his glasses, as did the 
bulge in his shorts, as Anna tossed the top away and thrust her chest 
forward. 

"Those knockers are really great!" he breathed. "They look even better 
up close!" 

All the lustful feelings that she had been trying so hard to deny 
surged up, and the outcome of it was that her attitude became one of 
surrender, of powerlessness, helplessness to do anything but to submit 
passively. She sat, naked from the waist up, gazing up at him as he 
gazed down at her tits. 

"So nice," he breathed after a while, and sat on the bed next to her. 

At first Anna thought he would be satisfied with that, since he only 
sat and stared at her. But then he reached out and cupped one of her 
boobs in his hand. 

"So very nice,"he added, savoring its texture. 

It seemed to her that he might leave it at that. He, however, 
immediately burst the facade of social conformity by asking her for 
more. 

"You've got super jugs and your whole body looks great. I want to see 
more, not just these nice tits. Show me all of you naked." 

"Oh no. I couldn't." she murmured. 

Anna was outraged at his forwardness, but underneath was a shockingly 
strong feeling of arousal at the image of what he was suggesting. 

"Oh? And why not? No one needs to know. We're alone. And I know you 
want to show me everything. After the way you showed your titties this 
afternoon... knowing I was watching." 

"That was different!" she maintained. 

The young man flashed a knowing smile and continued to fondle her 
breast. And not just fondle; he captured an already-distended nipple 
between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth. Anna 
gasped, for it felt as though a hot brand had been thrust, not merely 
into her bosom, but also into her middle. The "acceptable" Anna, by now 
a diminishing part of her, wanted to protest this treatment, to tell 
him to leave and have done with it. But at the same time, she was 
enveloped in the already familiar conflict with a shockingly strong 
feeling of lustful arousal. 

"Was it?" he whispered, drawing the nipple out, stretching her breast. 
"Then what about downstairs?" 

His other hand had begun sliding over her back, feeling the silky 
smoothness of her skin. His touch felt cool, soothing, yet full of 
excitement. She found her own hand migrating toward her other breast. 
His wandering hand reached around her to clutch the other tit, his arm 
maintaining intimate and possessive contact with her shoulders and 
back. And as that hand began to squeeze its prize, her hand moved to 
overlay his, and even helped to tighten his grasp. 

"No," she whispered. 

But she didn't herself know whether it was denial of the act being 
performed, or revocation of her previous statement. Anna thrilled, 
thrilled at the "smuttiness" of what he was doing, thrilling exactly 
because it was so smutty, and that she was allowing it. 

Seated as they were, the difference in their height was minimized, the 
difference in ages cloaked, and it seemed to her almost that she had 
become the little girl and he the man in charge. She felt thrillingly 
powerless, and surrendering to this surge of lust, she mumbled 
acceptance of his suggestion; "Yes, OK. I'll show you what you want- 
all of me." 

She stood then, to face him. The young man released her and sat back to 
watch, himself awe-struck by what was happening. She drew the ends of 
the palazzo's soft knotted belt open, and twirled them for a moment. 
Then she caught the waistband of the diaphanous blue trousers with her 
thumbs, slowly drawing them down over her hips and allowing them to 
fall to the floor. Clad only in her panties, she demurely squatted to 
retrieve the cloth and then stood, turning to place it on the nearby 
chair. 

"That's a great ass you have, too," he commented. "But don't stop 
there!" 

Still half-turned away from the bed, the slender blonde teased her 
panties part way over her rear cheeks, but smiling coyly, drew them 
back up, a sudden sluttish urge overtaking her. She looked over her 
shoulder. 

"And what about you?" she asked demurely, but with a gleam in her eyes. 
"Am I to get naked while you still have all your clothes on?" 

Without a word of answer, the young man shucked off both T-shirt and 
shorts. As he pulled off the shorts his erection snapped up from his 
sparse patch of curly black hair. He carelessly tossed the clothes to 
the floor. 

"So, 'zat better?" he grinned. 

Still standing half-turned, Anna was again overtaken by her internal 
struggle, since she was fully aware that her recent trimming had left 
very little of her bush to hide the tender folds of her sex. But she 
made a show of slowly drawing her panties down over her rounded butt 
and stepping out of them. Then, despite her rapidly beating heart, she 
made a slow turn to face the youngster lounging on her bed. And with 
that the "socially acceptable" Anna was trodden under, ridden down by 
the twin horsemen of carnality and forbidden adventure. 

"Awesome," he quipped, "come closer." 

Anna ambled to stand over him, her hips swaying in a sultry fashion. 
His geeky eyeglasses at the level of her navel, he looked her up and 
down as she stood, her legs immodesty apart and her hands behind her 
back. Anna felt a surge of lasciviousness at his close inspection. She 
felt both sullied and elated, both shamed and exalted, vulnerable and 
powerful at the same time. 

The three white triangles that adorned her otherwise tanned body, one 
on each of her breasts, the other at her mount of Venus, commanded 
Peti's riveted stare as his eyes cycled between them. Though he had 
scanned many photos and viewed numbers of videos on his porn-site 
adventures, never had he seen a live, beautiful, naked woman. Though he 
knew how women were built, he had never gazed directly at the intimate 
morsel now so close before his eyes. Never had he inhaled the musky 
female fragrance that now incited him to Himalayan levels of lust. 

"You're really something else. Turn around, slowly," he said. 

As the vanishing remnant of the "respectable" Anna silently howled in 
outrage, she turned, slowly revealing all of her body to his regard. 
She could almost feel his staring eyes as they examined every inch of 
her. Although her conventional side was repelled, she nonetheless was 
excited and aroused by his attention. So when she had turned to face 
away from him and he commanded that she bend over, she complied. 

"Oh, how disgusting," her now nearly silent self thought. "I'm letting 
him look right at my most private parts! All of them, even my rear 
opening! Like those awful women whose pictures are on those degrading 
web sites. Now I am just like one of them." 

Yet her body seemed not to agree. The excitement in her breasts and 
belly only grew stronger the more she allowed herself to submit to his 
demands. To her mortification, but at the same time experiencing a 
randy, exhibitionist pleasure, she felt his hands caressing the peaches 
of her behind, massaging and squeezing them for what seemed a long 
while. She could feel the dampness growing between her legs. She began 
to get a bit light-headed, standing like that. 

"I just knew you'd look fabulous all over," he said. 

Then, at his command, she straightened and continued her pirouette, 
facing him once more. And right there before her, where she could no 
longer ignore it, stood his cock! She had expected it to be small and 
immature looking, even after having seen the bulge in his trousers 
earlier and after seeing it snap up as he shucked off his short pants 
before. But now, seen so close up, it was indeed adult-looking. Though 
not large, about one and three quarter hand-breadths long but 
respectably thick and firm. The very tip of the bulging head was 
exposed. 

His hands had remained on her as she turned, running over her hips, and 
now venturing to her thighs, first caressing them on their outsides, 
delighting in their smoothness. Then his hands ventured to the insides 
of her thighs, running up and down them, bringing even greater tingles 
to her core. The sensation was both stimulating and somehow 
humiliating, with one so young and nearly a stranger as its cause. Yet 
she didn't object, not even when one hand moved to cup and caress the 
swollen damp lips of her womanhood. In fact, to her own surprise, she 
widened her stance to allow him easier access. 

His other hand grasped his own sex and drew the foreskin back, 
revealing the corona. It seemed to Anna both entrancing and ominous. 
She watched mutely as he slowly stroked the shaft. 

"Do you like this?" he whispered, holding it out toward her. 

"It's... nice," she heard herself say. 

"Why don't you hold it? Wrap your hand around it?" 

Anna felt no love or romantic inclination toward this young man, so she 
could not vindicate her actions on the basis of such feelings. But she 
found herself bending down, her hand reaching down to enclose the warm 
cylinder of flesh that he offered her. But despite the lack of such 
feelings- or perhaps because of it- she felt a thrill course from her 
hand into her body. 

She was uncomfortable bent over, so she knelt down between his spread 
knees. Her other hand joined the first, and they mimicked the action of 
his own hand, drawing the skin taught. As she knelt, the hand in 
contact with her sex had to release it, and wandered to one of her 
boobs instead. 

"Like this?" she asked, innocently, though she knew quite well. 

As she took firm hold of his member, he released it and grasped the 
twin mounds adorning her chest with both hands and squeezed and pulled 
on the nipples. 

"Oh, that's good! I love those udders," he said breathlessly. 

The "inner" Anna was outraged at his words. "Jugs" and "knockers" were 
bad enough, but now "udders?" Was she then a cow? "They're not THAT 
big," she thought. 

Yet she didn't speak, didn't object, and repeatedly released then drew 
back the foreskin, an action that brought forth a groan from him. Never 
had anyone, let alone so attractive a woman, touched his erect manhood, 
never had anyone held, fingered and teased it. And when a drop of 
pre-fluid appeared, using a fingertip, Anna smeared it around the 
crown. She felt the shaft move involuntarily as she did. 

"Is that good?" she asked unnecessarily. 

Then he moved forward on the bed and took his cock from her hands to 
rub it against her boobs. He pressed the length of it against first 
one, then the other, stroking it on their smoothness. Then, with the 
exposed end of the head, poked at and glided around the nipples. 
Grinning, he slapped his cock against her breasts, first gently, but 
then with increasing force. When she looked up at him in surprise he 
slapped his cock against her face and rubbed it on her cheek. 

Rather than be revolted at this intimate and blatant act, Anna lifted 
her breasts with her hands, presenting them almost like a gift to his 
attentions. Then, when he slid to the edge of the bed to put his cock 
between her tits, she took it and held it tightly against her 
breastbone. 

All Peti's knowledge of sexuality had been derived from watching porn 
on the internet, and he had long dreamed of mimicking the acts he had 
seen performed there. He had long wanted to rub his cock between a nice 
pair of boobs, wanted it almost as badly as he wanted to bury it in a 
warm, wet pussy. He began to thrust as he squeezed Anna's soft mounds 
around his cock, watching in fascination as the head became hooded as 
it retreated between them, then to reappear exposed and glistening. 

"Oh, my God," he breathed. "How soft and silky they are." 

She was reminded of her reaction on reading the first story in the book 
she had selected yesterday; "I would never do that!" But here she was, 
participating in acts she would have called degrading. But her hands 
moved to replace his, squeezing her breasts around his cock, smiling 
coquettishly at him as he took his pleasure between them. 

Suddenly, with a moaning grunt, his cock, almost hidden in the valley 
between her tits, was squirting, jets of seed flooding between her 
tits. Anna could feel the pulsations of the shaft, watched the spasms 
wrack his young body, felt the hot, viscous liquid deluge first her 
breasts, then her neck as he jabbed the jetting appendage between her 
hummocks. She felt an elation and a strange sense of both power and 
powerlessness as he emptied onto her. Simultaneously she felt relief 
that it was over and a sense of loss at his coming so soon. 

After his last spurt and when his body ceased jerking, Anna released 
his deflating cock and leaned back. She covered the sticky stuff on her 
neck with her fingers and watched as his cock shriveled. 

"God," he managed to whisper as his panting subsided, "That was so 
amazing! You're such a good slut. I never thought..." 

"You never thought what?" 

"That I would... and that you..." 

"Your fantasy come true?" 

"Um." 

There was a moment of silence, with the two regarding each other, each 
lost in thought. 

"You look so beautiful, especially with my cum all over your front." 

She started to get up, reaching for a towel to wipe herself off. 

"Leave it," he said, his voice low, trying to sound like the porn stars 
he had seen, though the bravado was ruined by his voice cracking at the 
end. But he went on regardless, "Don't you want more? Why don't you lie 
down here?" 

And his statement was not simply empty words, for with the resilience 
and stamina of extreme youth, his cock was already rising. The part of 
Anna that had been relieved was shocked at Peti's speed of recovery but 
even more so that her "other half" was pleased. But she did as he 
asked, getting on the bed on her side, the rivulets of his ejaculate 
streaming down her neck glistening in the low lamplight like a 
necklace. Grinning ear to ear, the youngster followed. He lay down on 
his side facing her, his revitalizing erection flopping between them, 
his ball-sack over his leg. He hugged her as his cock, aided by her 
tickling it, became fully engorged once again. 

He kissed her. At first his kisses were rough, no doubt influenced by 
his porn viewing, but gradually softened and became more sensuous. The 
tingle in her loins that had never completely subsided, grew once more. 
Peti pressed his chest to hers and writhed against her breasts, 
flattening them and pressing them back and forth with his hairless 
chest, smearing the drying streaks of his semen on her chest over both 
of them. She could feel runnels running around her neck and onto the 
bed sheets. 

"You looked so good out on that dock," he said, "I really liked 
watching you lie there, wishing I could touch you. Roll over on your 
tummy." 

Again with some trepidation, she moved to comply. Anna felt suddenly 
very vulnerable, her back and rump exposed, her legs wide, and her 
hands not effectively able to prevent any actions she might not want. 
With her legs apart as he knelt up between them, she felt as exposed as 
she had when she had bent over before him, but now was unable to block 
or evade any assault of his. But the compliant, submissive side of her 
delighted in her condition. 

"You got one great ass on you," he said, his hands running over and 
squeezing her buns. How he had wanted to run his hands all over her! 
None of his porn-watching experience came close to actually touching 
her body everywhere. 

Then the hands ran up her back, to her shoulders, massaging along her 
spine, returning slowly to her waist, then back to her ass. The 
manipulation felt good, even relaxing to her, and as his hands repeated 
the trip she wondered how a person so young would have learned to work 
such magic. Then Peti leaned forward, squeezed and spread her cheeks, 
and then blew air directly onto her exposed anus. Anna's muscles 
tightened involuntarily and she gasped an "Ooh!" of surprise. The 
youngster chuckled. In spite of herself, she had to laugh at her own 
reaction, and had to admit to herself that it had felt very erotic, 
very erotic indeed. 

His eyes and hands moved up the insides of her thighs. Her calves 
lifted and spread, as though of their own accord, as his fingers began 
to explore the mysteries at the juncture of her thighs. He spread her 
open, gazing enraptured at what he saw, his fingers feeling the warm 
dampness of her folds. Anna once more felt that strange mixture of 
power and powerlessness; power since the young man was obviously 
enraptured, powerlessness since she could not seem to deny his 
impertinent scrutiny of her most intimate parts. But Anna found the 
sensation both relaxing and erotic. Whether he intended that or was 
simply enjoying her normally hidden delights, the exotic sensations 
renewed that curious tingling in her center. 

"I want to fuck you now," he asserted suddenly. 

"No," she said with an air of authority she hadn't known she still 
possessed, half turning to stare him down. 

"No? Why not?" he croaked, sounding hurt. 

"Because I'm not protected. And besides, you're too young. And most 
important, because I don't want to." 

Even though she had denied his wish, Anna's carnal side was dismayed to 
see his erection, having risen to a fine hardness, begin to flag at her 
words. Along with her unsatisfied arousal and the memory of how good it 
had felt to be touched in such intimate ways, she wanted to see just 
how far she might go in allowing him to dominate her, although she 
wanted to remain short of the act itself. 

"I'm sure you can think of other things," she whispered, reaching 
behind her to caress his cock back to life before lying flat again. 

But then he arranged his cock directly into the crevice between her 
cheeks, and Anna had a moment of fear; she had denied him penetration 
of her vagina, would he now attempt to invade her nether opening? She 
was about to object when she felt him begin to stroke his cock up and 
down in that valley, as he had between her breasts, with no hint of 
attempted invasion. For a long while he simply rubbed his cock slowly 
against her, while gently pressing and squeezing her peaches. Anna had 
to admit to herself that the unusual sensation as he stroked the shaft 
against her nether regions was thrilling. 

Then he lay down full length on her back, his cock still between her 
cheeks, and nuzzled her ear, whispering, "You feel so good, so good all 
over. I love the feel of your skin." 

As though to punctuate his words, he wriggled and squirmed over her 
back. Despite feeling squashed, Anna noticed how profoundly aware of 
his body she felt, writhing on her back. He resumed rubbing his cock 
between her buttocks, its base now heaving against her anus, teasing 
the most unusual and erotic sensations from it. 

Then he rolled off her and sat up, saying, "But it's so hot looking at 
you, your tits and stuff. Lemme see 'em." 

She complied, rolling onto her side to face him again. He grinned and 
unceremoniously grabbed her breasts. He lifted them, squeezed them, 
massaged them, and rubbed his thumbs over her hard nipples. With one 
hand still firmly mauling a breast, his other hand slipped along her 
ribs, down to her hip, then rearward to grab a rear cheek, drawing her 
to him. 

Fearful that he might attempt to penetrate her in defiance of her 
proscription, she hung onto his cock with one hand and sought his 
dangling balls with the other. She gently kneaded his scrotum and this 
proved to be a source of new pleasure for him. For quite some time he 
gasped and quietly moaned his appreciation as she tickled, massaged and 
carefully pulled on them while holding his cock to one side, out of the 
way. He continued to knead both her tit and her ass, moaning his 
delight at what she was doing. She grasped his cock more firmly, 
squeezing it in time to his squeezing of her. 

He moved his hand from her backside to her front, cupping it over her 
pussy. He began to rub, savoring the light bush of her hair, with 
enthusiasm but with no skill, missing the best parts and giving her 
only the mildest pleasure. He looked directly into her eyes, an 
expectant look on his face as he slipped one finger into her warm 
wetness. Perceiving that what he wanted was to see her come, she opened 
her eyes up wide and gave a small grunt. Part of her wanted to educate 
him, show him just how and where to stimulate her, but the "wicked" 
part said, "let him learn with someone else." 

He increased the pressure and speed of movement, still without skill, 
but she rolled her head back and forth, mewling and twitching her body 
in imitation of an orgasm. 

He smiled in satisfaction and murmured, "Oh, yeah!" 

When she smiled back at him, he knelt up and leaned back to allow her a 
more direct grasp. She knit her fingers together and with the palms of 
both hands massaged his throbbing member. 

"Oh, God yes," he mumbled. "Kiss it!" 

So she did. Pursing her lips, she kissed the tip, then licked all over 
the corona, pushing the skin back with her lips. Gently, making her 
lips soft and enveloping the head with them, she sucked it into her 
mouth. She paused, laving the underside of the head and the roll of 
skin behind it with her tongue. Then she withdrew slowly, drawing the 
skin back over the head. 

"Oh, that's so good! Don't stop!" 

Holding the cock with two hands, she pulled on it, drawing the skin 
even further out. Making her tongue into a point, she poked it into the 
small tube his foreskin made and ran her tongue onto the crown hidden 
within. He gasped, and with her eyes on his, she ran her tongue into 
the sheath and over the corona within. Then she opened her mouth and 
captured the sheathed head with her lips and slowly drew back, ending 
with the tube tip stretched between her lips and his shaft. 

Words seem to have left him, for he only groaned his pleasure, his eyes 
wide. Still holding his member in her hands, she knelt up and sat back 
on her heels, then leaned forward to take him in her mouth once more. 
As she did she pushed on the shaft with her hand, tightening the skin 
and pushing the sheath with her lips until it had exposed the head, 
then slowly engulfed more than half, touching it only with her lips, 
then closing down, worrying it with the flat of her tongue. 

"Mmmmm," she hummed, sending vibrations into his core. 

She coated his throbbing erection with saliva. She took it out of her 
mouth and rubbed the glistening, naked head against her cheek, and 
against the side of her nose. She saw his eyes become lidded. 

A soft, cool breeze suddenly entered the window. After the silken 
warmth of her mouth, the cool on his wet shaft sent shivers up his 
spine. She noticed, smiled and gently blew on it, bringing a groan from 
his lips. 

"Is that good?" she asked, unnecessarily, for his head was thrown back, 
a groan of pleasure rumbling in his throat. 

The dim light of the one lamp in her room threw erotic silhouettes onto 
the wall as she plunged back onto him, encasing him in the warmth and 
wetness of her mouth, tormenting him as she sucked her cheeks in 
against it. She stroked it, sucked it, licked it from root to tip, and 
tickled the head with the tip of her tongue. She kissed the tip of the 
head and then ran her soft lips sideways over it. An observer might 
think she was worshiping it. 

"Oh, how wicked I am," she thought, enjoying every lick and touch. 

Having already experienced release, he was able to last in defiance of 
his youthful temperament, quietly moaning his pleasure as his cock 
jerked and twitched with the extreme sensations of pleasure that she 
gave him. Never had his hand, his only previous experience, felt so 
good. His only thought, his only desire was for this experience to go 
on and on. 

She smiled up at him, holding his throbbing, hard cock in her hand, and 
began to gently pump it. 

But, even with her skillful and sensitive drawing his pleasure out, he 
began to tremble uncontrollably. His need for release became immediate, 
and at nearly the very last moment, he took his throbbing member from 
her. Placing one hand behind her head, the other seeking to finish what 
she had been doing, he commanded, "Hold still," his voice strained. 

She held still, her eyes expectantly watching his member. 

With a strangled cry, "Ah!" the first jet appeared. She flinched, but 
it had already landed on her forehead, part of it in her hair, the tail 
trailing down her nose. Another grunt, and the second spurt, even 
larger than the first, cascaded against a closed eyelid, its force 
surprising her. Her mouth opened to exclaim her surprise, and the third 
jet took her square on the lips and tongue. It felt warm and tasted 
salty. The fourth splattered her cheek, a part of its sticky mass 
landing in her ear. The next took her on the chin, the trailing part 
dribbling down her neck. 

"Will he never stop?" she thought as more streams landed in her mouth, 
still open in astonishment, then against the corner of her mouth and 
cheek, then yet another coursed over her other cheek. Just when she 
thought that they were finished, another forcefully shot into her hair 
and trailed down her nose. Some of it entered her mouth before she 
closed it. 

When the violent jets ended, he thumped his now oozing cock against her 
cheek and her nose. He rubbed it over her lips, still seeping pulses of 
hot semen, groaning the whole time. 

He croaked, "Gonna swallow it?" 

For answer she only smiled, swallowed noisily and opened her mouth to 
show that it was empty. He lost no time putting his shaft back into the 
opening that, it seemed to him, she had offered. She could taste the 
last drops clinging to it. Even as is began to deflate, she felt one 
more jet strike the roof of her mouth. She coddled and sucked the 
shrinking mass and swallowed again. 

When he completely softened, she finally released him, sat back and 
said, "God! You still had a lot left after that first time!" 

"This was just unbelievable! God, what you did to me! And I love the 
way you look, with my stuff all over your face; even in your hair." 

She felt a glob of the sticky stuff run down her cheek to drip off her 
chin and onto a tit. She giggled. He knelt up between her knees, 
putting both hands behind her head, and drew her face back toward his 
crotch. 

"Open up," he said, but gently. 

She opened her mouth and took in his now shrunken cock and swirled it 
around. 

"I bet you can get me back up again." 

And in spite of herself, she would have attempted it, but just then, 
from down below on the ground floor, they heard his mother, Ilona's 
voice calling, "Petike! Peti, where are you?" 

"Shit," the boy exclaimed as Anna spat out his sausage. 

"You had better put your clothes back on and go. Quickly! Before she 
comes looking upstairs!" 

And so he did, almost forgetting to zip up his fly. She cracked the 
door open and he peered out. Seeing no one, he left rapidly and she 
closed and relocked the door behind him as quietly as she could. She 
heard him thundering down the stairs calling, "I'm here, mom!" 

She walked to the mirror, still naked and dripping cum, and looked at 
herself. Strings of white goo clung to her chin, pools of it were 
settling in her hair, a mass still clung to her right eyelid. There was 
a wet trail leading down one tit to a glob trembling to fall off her 
nipple. And there were drying traces all over her neck, upper chest and 
in the valley between her boobs. 

"I'm a mess," she giggled at her reflection, her lewd half delighting 
in the sight, her "decent" half revolted. Her hand went up to rescue 
the glob on her breast before it dripped off, and began to smear it 
around. She liked the feel of it, so she gathered more from her cheek 
and eyelid and spread it around as well, then over her other breast 
too. Her already primed up body reacted to the stimulation, and she 
squeezed harder, gathered more goo and rubbed it in. She vividly 
remembered the sight of the jets spurting out of the cock and onto her 
and the hot feel of them as they spattered on her skin. Her hands, now 
coated with the stuff, squeezed and pinched, squeezed and pinched. Her 
thighs, of themselves it seemed, rubbed against one another and the 
anatomy between them that he had failed to excite. She pinched her 
nipples harder. She watched the reflection of the writhing, naked girl 
with cum in her hair, a rosy blush growing on the tips of her ears. Her 
hands coursed over her whole body, though avoiding her sex since they 
were still coated with cum. But always they returned to her 
super-sensitized, tingling tits, remembering the feel of the spurting 
cock nestled between them. 

Biting her lip so as not to cry out, but nevertheless making cat-like 
mewings, waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Anna came, right 
there, standing before her mirror and watching her own orgasm. She 
watched as her reflection shuddered and bent, shuddered and twisted, 
again and again as her hands busily mauled her cum-covered tits. She 
watched with half-closed eyes as spasms racked the body of the girl in 
the mirror, over and over. 

At last it was over, and she staggered back to sit heavily on her bed. 
After a little, she felt a chill and put on her bathrobe. 

"I have to get cleaned up," she thought, "but how can I go down the 
hall like this?" 

But she grabbed some towels and put one over her head to hide the 
evidence of her recent activity. She peeked into the hall, and seeing 
no one, she hurried to the showers. 

Back in her room, cleaned up and warm, she thought about the evening's 
events, and began to feel guilty. The acts she had performed with him, 
the fact that he was so very young, all played over and over again in 
her mind; why did all the sex acts they had performed seem so right, so 
spicy, when they were happening, but seem so perverse and nasty, 
afterward? Yet, a part of her was glad of it, replaying the sights and 
sensations even as she fell off to sleep. 

***************************** 



Title: Anna's Story Chapter Eight 
Author: Paco Andante 
Keywords: Fsolo exhib facial oral mmmF 
Wordcount: 5764 words 

When she awoke the next morning, Anna was confused. Did the events of 
last evening really happen, or were they figments of a raunchy dream? 
They seemed real; the memory of his hard cock in her mouth, and of his 
sperm oozing down her face, seemed so clear, but could she really have 
done those things? But then she saw the skimpy gypsy blouse and those 
racy palazzo pants still draped over the chair and her panties casually 
kicked in a corner. It had been real, alright. 

And then she remembered that she had a train to catch this morning, so 
even though reluctantly, she got up, hurried through her morning 
toilet, and returned quickly to her room to dress and pack. She was 
just finishing her final inspection, making sure she had not forgotten 
anything, when the breakfast bell tinkled downstairs. She had a moment 
of disquiet, wondering how Peti would behave, but then shrugged her 
shoulders and picked up her suitcase. She paused a moment, looking back 
into her room from the open door remembering; the room where last 
night's remarkable events had occurred. Then, with a sigh, she 
proceeded downstairs. 

Either as a goodbye for Anna or to make up for her early departure last 
night, or perhaps both, Mrs. Szabó had prepared a special breakfast; 
waffles with English style ham and eggs. The Némeths wanted to hear 
all about the party the others had attended last night and Ilona and 
Margit were all too pleased to fill them in, with occasional additions 
by György and Csaba. Even young Dori joined in. 

Anna had rather expected that Peti would display a smug and arrogant 
attitude, but to her relief, he remained quietly polite aside from a 
couple of knowing glances in her direction, glances that Anna was 
careful not to return. 

With breakfast finished, the table cleared and the adults enjoying 
their second cup of coffee, the conversation turned to Anna's 
departure. 

"It has been so wonderful to get to know you this week," Zsófia said. 
"I hope you had a nice stay." 

"You sure did get the tan you wanted," László grinned. "Your friends 
in the Capital will no doubt be jealous." 

He must have been thinking of how she had looked playing billiards last 
night, for there was little to see of her tan in the baggy jeans and 
floppy sweatshirt that were her travel clothes. But Anna smiled her 
acknowledgment. 

"Thank you, Aunt Zsó, Uncle Laci. I have enjoyed my week very much, 
and you have been a great help. I will miss you both." 

The caretakers, Attila and Mrs. Szabó made their appearance from the 
kitchen area. 

"We hope you enjoyed your time with us," Attila said. 

"You have been wonderful hosts," Anna smiled, "Thank you for 
everything, especially your cooking, aunt." 

"Can we look forward to your company again next year?" the older woman 
asked. 

"I would like that. We will see what circumstances next year brings." 

"We haven't been around very much," Csaba said apologetically, "with 
our explorations and all, but your company was so very nice in the 
evenings, and at the badminton game." 

"I hope we'll meet again, Anna," Margit added. 

"Thank you. Yes, that would be very nice," Anna responded. 

Dorottya, the Szakály daughter impulsively hugged Anna and said, "If I 
write to you, will you write back?" 

"Oh, sure. Well, as long as it's not every day!" she responded. 

"Say," Ilona interjected, "why don't we all exchange addresses? And, 
really, you must all come visit sometime. It must get really dreary in 
The Capital in winter, and we live in a nice little suburb." 

"Why, yes! You know, our town has one of the best hot mineral spas. 
Just let us know in advance, any of you," György added, getting out a 
pen. 

A pad of paper was found, and soon everyone had everyone else' address. 
As the exchange was going on, Anna looked around for Peti to see his 
reaction, but he was not to be seen. She wondered at that, given the 
events of last night. Was he being bashful? 

In any case, the handshakes and cheek kissing was soon done, even the 
cordial hug from "uncle" László that lasted a bit longer than 
necessary. Anna picked up her suitcase, said a smiling goodbye to all, 
and departed. She paused at the foot of the steps to turn and wave. 

She found Péter waiting at the end of the driveway. 

"I'll walk with you to the bus," he said. 

"OK." 

"Let me take that for you," reaching for her suitcase. 

"No, there's no need; it's not heavy, but thanks." 

They walked a few steps before Peti began, "I want to thank you." 

"Thank me?" 

"Well, yeah. About last night." 

"Oh, really?" 

"You looked so beautiful!" 

"Even with your spunk all over me?" she laughed. 

"Especially then. And when your gorgeous knockers were wrapped around 
my cock." 

"You liked that, didn't you?" 

"God, yes! And... and touching you. All over." 

Her smile faded. They walked in silence, each thinking their own 
thoughts. 

"It was so fantastic!" he finally blurted out. 

"And must never happen again." 

The restrained side of Anna was in charge again. Her words seemed to 
deflate Peti's eagerness, and they walked in awkward silence a bit 
further. 

"Would it be OK if sometimes I sent you email?" he blurted out, jumping 
ahead of her and walking backwards. 

"Why?" 

"Well I... I'd like to." 

"I don't think so, Peti." 

"Awww, but..." 

They had reached the bus stop and stopped a few meters away from the 
other people waiting. 

"I... I guess you're saying I wasn't very good?" he said in a meek 
voice, kicking a pebble. 

"Look, Peti. Last night really was special. No, it's true. You were 
fine. If you're wondering, it was special for me, too. I'm glad it 
happened. All of it. But it has to be a one-time thing. You must 
understand; it's not you- it's that I'm much too old for you." 

"But..." 

"No 'buts,' Peti. And here comes the bus." 

He reached up and kissed her, a kiss that, though brief, spoke of his 
ache. Fortunately, the other passengers were intent on the opening 
doors of the bus and didn't notice. But the inner "wicked" Anna was 
stirred, nevertheless, and she briefly experienced a flare of passion. 

"Goodbye, Peti," she said, the modest Anna back in charge, and she 
hurried to join the others getting on the bus. 

Peti stood with his hands in his pockets looking down the road long 
after the receding vehicle had passed out of sight. 

*** 

The bus and train trip back to Budapest was uneventful and boring. 
Despite what she had said, and despite what the guarded side of her 
felt, the remembered scenes of last night's events kept intruding, 
insinuating themselves on her thoughts. Even after arriving in The 
Capital, the familiar streets of the city seen through the windows of 
the bus back to her neighborhood did little to dispel them. 

Over the next days and weeks, the return to her familiar daily life and 
routine helped to drive away those images, but even so, in an unguarded 
moment, even sometimes during her lunch break with her coworkers, a 
stray memory would trespass on her thoughts. As the days turned into 
weeks, such intrusions became less frequent. But even then, eating a 
banana would trigger a memory of his cock throbbing on her tongue, or 
seeing a young girl's face splashed at a drinking fountain would remind 
her of his first spurt landing on her forehead. 

Then, one day, a letter came. She recognized, but at first could not 
identify the return address. She carried it, along with the usual 
collection of junk mail and stuff, into her place, but did not have the 
opportunity to open it until later. 

It was from Dorottya. She wondered how Anna was, and shared the events 
and concerns typical in the life of a ten-year-old girl. Anna smiled, 
remembering her own early years, and how, in those days, she would have 
liked to have had an older friend. So she wrote a reply, sharing some 
trivialities from her own life, and giving some benign words about 
Dori's concerns. 

A week later another letter arrived. This time Anna recognized the 
return address and the handwriting on the envelope. With a smile, she 
brought it inside to read it and write an answer. So, for a couple of 
weeks, they exchanged letters. 

Two days after one of those, another letter came with the same return 
address, but the handwriting was different and unfamiliar, so Anna was 
curious. It was bolder and more angular than Dori's. But again other 
things demanded her attention until later in the evening. 

When she finally opened the envelope she was surprised at the contents. 

Dear Anna, 

I noticed that you were writing to my sister. I got your address from 
the envelope of one of your letters. You seem to have become her 
friend, by mail at least. Please forgive my being bold, but I want to 
be your friend, too. 

I would like the chance to explain in person. It's so much better in 
person than in a letter, you know? And besides, like my mom said, it 
must get kinda dreary in the city, so why don't you come out to my town 
for a day or so. On a weekend, maybe. There's a really good spa here 
that you might enjoy anyway. And it's not very far by train. 

Please let me know when you're coming out. 

Your friend, I hope 
Szakály Péter 

Her first reaction was to ignore his request, and in fact ignore the 
whole letter. But then she re-read it and thought that it wasn't fair 
of her to single out the daughter whom she had barely known that summer 
while completely ignoring the son with whom she had shared that 
astonishing evening. So she began to think of an answer. She wanted to 
refuse the invitation- or better said, her restrained side did. But her 
"other half" argued that a trip away from the city and into the suburbs 
to a nice hot spa would be very pleasant. And how could it hurt to 
listen to his explanations after all? 

So she found herself writing an affirmative reply. After consulting her 
appointment calendar and a railroad timetable, she called the spa and 
made a reservation for a small room. Then she wrote, "I will arrive a 
week from Saturday at 10:04 AM." 

But after mailing the letter, she firmly put the matter out of her 
mind. Or so she thought. 

A few nights later she wore her her satin baby doll pajamas, something 
she did at times to bask in the elegant feel and the sexy smoothness of 
it. And she had a dream. Though she only partly remembered it in the 
morning, it left a lingering and vivid memory of repeated jets of 
thick, white goo impinging on her face and squirting into her hair. And 
of penises. Many erect penises, of different sizes and shapes, all 
aiming at her, surrounding her, closing her in. Pointed at her face and 
breasts. Had her tits been bared? She couldn't be sure, but she thought 
so. 

Wide awake, though still lying in bed, she pondered about the dream. 
Although the other parts of it were vague and cloudy, those particular 
images stood out in clarity and detail. 

"Of course," she rationalized to herself. "The letter from Peti 
triggered memories of the things that happened this summer and must 
have set off the dream." 

But why more than one cock? Why not just the one; his? That was 
disturbing to her. It frightened her, but at the same time it excited 
her. She felt that familiar, peculiar sensation in her pussy and when 
she investigated with her hand, she discovered that she was wet. And 
her nipples tingled where they contacted the cool smoothness of the 
satin. 

"No, I wont!" the restrained Anna declared in defiance of her body's 
obvious state. She sat up and swung her feet to the floor. She striped 
off her panties, meaning to go take a shower, but then suddenly tumbled 
back down on her side and clenched her pillow tightly between her naked 
thighs. Her hands began teasing her nipples and abusing her breasts 
through the silken top. She turned her face into the mattress to muffle 
her little grunted cries as her hips gyrated and her hands clenched and 
unclenched repeatedly, mauling and squeezing her boobs. Her thighs and 
groin battered her pillow as her muscular buttocks clenched and 
relaxed, clenched and relaxed. Tremors began to wrack her belly and she 
rolled onto her front, her weight now adding to the pressure her 
fingers exerted on her tits and of her pelvis on the captive pillow. 
The pelvic undulations grated her mound and clit on the hapless 
cushion. Despite her heaving breaths, she kept her face buried in the 
mattress. The writhing of her body increased; mounted as though she 
were wrestling with the outmatched pillow. Her ass-cheeks danced. Her 
hips heaved and gyrated. Her movements became frenzied, quivering, 
mounting to a peak. At last her head shot up, her mouth opened as 
though in a silent scream, and her buttocks clenched hard. The spasms 
began. Anna came. 

The orgasm, releasing days of pent-up and hidden feelings, was massive. 
Unaware of the passage of long seconds, unaware in fact of anything but 
the constrictions and waves of pleasure coursing through her body, Anna 
once again buried her face to muffle her soft cries in the mattress. 

When it was done, it left her panting and sweaty, spent but somehow 
energized. She giggled and whispered to herself, "Oh well, I guess I 
did after all." 

*** 

For the next few days Anna went on with her day to day activities and 
was not bothered by any further strange dreams. Life was good. The days 
passed quickly, and then it was Friday night before her journey. She 
went with friends to a club and enjoyed the show, then went home and 
packed for her trip. There was not a lot to pack. She was only going 
overnight, after all. Instead of her "travel clothes," Anna planned to 
wear "nice" clothes, pack a spare set to come home in, and a bathing 
suit in case she decided to sample the mineral waters. 

Looking out of the window as the train pulled into the quaint little 
station, Anna was impressed with the clean simplicity of the building. 
Obviously constructed before the communist era, it was a long, narrow 
structure that paralleled the tracks, with a low, red roof and tan 
stucco walls. And in the shadow of those walls stood a young man. 
Dressed in blue jeans, a checkered shirt and a light tan jacket, he was 
lounging against a post, watching the train come to a stop. 

Anna quickly put on her coat and grabbed her overnight bag, and made 
her way to the car's exit. As she stepped off the train, the young man 
hurried to her. It was Peti, of course. 

His eager words of greeting were swallowed by the hoot of the train as 
it began to move out of the station, but the smile on his face spoke 
for him. 

"Szia, Peti," she said. "You look well. Taller, I think." 

"You look great! Beautiful as always! How have you been?" 

"Fine, thanks. But let's not stand here at the station. I need to check 
into the spa hotel before they give my room away," she smiled. 

"Oh, of course. Then I'll show you around town." 

The short walk to the hotel was very pleasant. The trees arching over 
the road were wearing their autumn colors, and though the air was cool, 
the sun was warm. The hotel was not far from the station. 

As they entered the hotel, Anna feared that he might cause a scandal by 
sticking to her like fly paper, but Peti waited discreetly in the lobby 
while Anna checked in and deposited her small suitcase in her room. She 
took just a moment to freshen up, then returned to the lobby. 

"You'll really like our town," the youngster began, nervously guiding 
Anna out the large doors. "It's not so crowded like the Capital, but 
there are lots of nice shops and things." 

They walked into the town proper, Péter sounding like a tour guide, 
pointing out things he thought would interest her. An old church, the 
pastry shop; "the best in all of Hungary!" and other local "points of 
interest." 

When at last he led Anna to a bench in the town square, to sit almost 
in the shadow of a statue of Petöfi Sándor, he obviously was 
gathering the courage to ask her something. He fidgeted and kicked a 
pebble under the bench. He looked at the sky, glanced at Anna, then up 
at the statue. A bemused smile began to creep onto her face, and she 
was about to ask him to just say it when he began. 

"I really want to be your friend, like I wrote in the letter." 

"Peti," she began, but he interrupted. 

"No, listen. I understand that..." he looked away for a moment before 
going on, "that I can't be your boyfriend." 

Anna nodded but didn't speak. 

"I really want to be your friend. Just a friend. But you see, the guys 
at school... well, they always ride me." 

He stood up and paced for a moment, then sat back down next to her. 

"So, one day when they were going at it with me, I told them I had a 
girlfriend. They didn't believe it, saying, 'why don't we ever see 
her?' so I told them she lived in Budapest and that I met her on 
vacation." 

Anna nodded and suppressed a smile. She remembered how merciless 
youngsters can be with one another. Then, thinking how boys like to 
brag, she felt ice in her stomach. 

"So! What have you told them about... me?" 

"Only that you're tall and blonde and beautiful." Then suddenly 
realizing what Anna might think, he blurted, "I didn't say anything 
about... what happened!" 

"Good," was all she replied, but her relief was clear. 

"But, see, I... I want to ask you a big favor. Just for today, and just 
so they'll leave me alone, will you be my girlfriend?" 

Anna felt that she should have seen the question coming, but she 
hadn't. That he might ask her advice, perhaps, but this? What a shock! 

"What would it involve? What would I have to do?" she asked, fearing it 
would be something humiliating and thinking of ways to say no. 

"Only to be seen with me. Maybe walk arm in arm. Or... or hold my hand. 
Maybe let me put my arm around you. Where they would see it." 

Anna thought about his request. It seemed harmless enough. No one in 
this town knew her after all, or that she was almost twice his age. And 
even if they guessed, people might think she was his cousin or 
something. But what a feather in his cap to have a beautiful 
girlfriend. And one that was a little older than he. She could lie and 
say she was eighteen, maybe even seventeen... 

"All right. I will. But remember it is a part I will be playing, 
nothing more." 

"Oh, thank you! Oh, that's wonderful! Just let me call János, he's the 
ringleader. I want to be sure he sees us!" 

"Wait!" Anna said, taking hold of his arm as he produced a cellular 
phone. "You're too excited. Calm down first, or he might not believe 
you." 

"Yeah, you're right," he responded. 

"Why don't you show me the shops down that way? Consider it a 
'rehearsal.' Just for a few minutes. I need to get used to the idea, 
too!" 

So they proceeded once more to walk up the main street, Peti pointing 
out the shops, but this time with Anna taking his arm. They looked into 
shop windows and walked hand in hand. Peti even bought Anna a pastry at 
the shop he called "the best in all Hungary." They both relaxed and 
dropped into their roles. As they strolled, each with an arm about the 
other's waist, they looked, if not like boyfriend/girlfriend, certainly 
like people fond of each other. 

When they returned to the benches at the town square, Peti said, "I'll 
make that call now." 

Anna agreed. 

She only heard his side of the conversation since the phone was pressed 
to his ear. 

"János? . . . It's Szakály Péter. . . . Yeah. I just thought you'd 
like to see me with my girlfriend; maybe meet her. . . . Yeah, I told 
you she lives in the Capital, she came out on the train. . . . Well, 
sure the spa. And to see me. . . . Yeah, she's with me now, downtown. . 
. . What? . . . Why? . . . Well, sure, she'd go with me. . . . OK. . . 
. All right." 

He ended the call and put the phone away. 

"He wants to meet us outside of town. In a place where we often hang 
out." 

"What? Why?" 

"He said if you're really my girlfriend, you'd come with me. You'd 
wanna see where we hang out." 

"I won't go into some bombed out building or anything!" 

"Oh, no! It's not like that. No, no, outdoors. We used to play 'Cowboys 
and Indians' there when we were kids. It's not far, just up the road." 

So they walked up the main street again. Past the shops, past the 
private homes and into the countryside. The pavement gave way to 
hard-packed dirt and gravel, bushes grew close to the road and the 
single track railway alongside it. Both the trees and the brush were 
turning to colors. The sun felt warm and the light breeze had died 
away. 

In short order they came to a place where a highway flyover crossed the 
road and the rail, it's arch above forming a kind of roof over a brush 
enclosed clearing on the side opposite the track. An occasional rumble 
shook the air as a heavy vehicle passed overhead. Four boys were 
lounging in the shadow of the pylons supporting the highway above. 

As Anna and Peti, holding hands, stepped into the clearing, one of the 
boys exclaimed, "Holy shit! Lookit what's with Szakály!" 

Another produced a low whistle, and they all stood up. The tallest of 
them came closer, leading the others and Anna surmised that this was 
János. 

"Hey, guys," Peti said, "this is Anna, my girl. Anna, these are János, 
István, Márton and Zoltán." 

The boys all seemed to be about thirteen or fourteen years old, and 
were all shorter than Anna, except for János, who was about her 
height. Anna was grateful that she had worn flat shoes, not only for 
comfort in walking, but that in heels she would have towered over them 
all. 

"So this is your girl, hunh?" János said, looking Anna over. "I don't 
believe it. I bet she's your cousin or something." 

"No, I'm not," Anna said, determined that their little ruse would work. 
For emphasis she hugged Peti to her side, slipping an arm around his 
waist. 

"Hunh!" János snorted, "I could believe it if you was geeky-looking 
like him, but you're a babe! What's a babe like you doin' with a twerp 
like him?" 

"He's not geeky," she responded, snuggling even closer. "OK, I wish 
he'd get another pair of glasses, that don't look so... so Harry 
Potter!" 

Summoning up his courage and the dominant side of his personality, 
egged on by the relentless goading by János, Peti turned to face her, 
took her full in his arms, said, "Kiss me!" and pressed his kips to 
hers. 

Shocked at first by his sudden move, but at the same time, herself 
incensed by the other boy's sneering attitude, Anna returned the kiss. 
At first she feigned passion, playing her role. However, in seconds, 
once again as at the lake, a shockingly strong feeling of pride and 
arousal went to war with her sense of propriety and decency- pride to 
oppose János' arrogance, and arousal from the only half-hidden 
memories of what she and Peti had done together that summer. As though 
to punctuate the moment, a truck whirled by on the unseen roadway 
overhead, splitting the air with its exhaust note and the rumble of its 
passing. 

With her body pressed up against his, she could clearly feel his member 
rise, the mounting firmness stabbing against her thigh. And was her 
pussy getting warm? Wet, perhaps? Her arms clasped about his neck. 

As the kiss went on, becoming more involved and passionate, cat-calls 
and hooting from the other boys began. Márton and Zoltán moved in 
closer to the clenched pair and István stepped up next to the leader 
on their other side. Anna was only dimly aware of the audience and 
their rapt attention, but oddly (or so it seemed to her "decent" side) 
it only fed fuel to the fire growing in her. 

When Peti filled his big hands with the globes of Anna's ass-cheeks, 
grinding her pelvic region against his, and Anna's response was to mash 
her sweater-covered breasts against his chest, even János breathed a 
quiet "Whoahh!" 

Anna's more conservative part won for a moment, and she broke the kiss 
and pushed Peti back slightly. But by then her insides were already 
inflamed. 

"Nice show," János sneered, recovering his doubting attitude. "But it 
still is hard to believe." 

Covering it by putting his arms on her shoulders as another carrier 
rumbled by above them, Peti whispered in her ear, "Maybe if you could 
show a little skin, make it seem like it's meant just for me..." 

The ordinary, day-to-day Anna would have been mortified at the 
suggestion, but Anna was both turned on by the events and indignant at 
János' unyielding denial. 

"You make me so hot," she murmured at Peti, but loud enough for the 
boys to hear, and then she pulled off her sweater and tied it by the 
sleeves around her waist. The cool air in the shadow of the flyover had 
an immediate effect on her nipples, an effect that was obvious through 
the thin cotton of her blouse. An effect that Anna did nothing to hide. 
In fact, she unfastened the top three buttons of her blouse, disclosing 
abundant cleavage. 

Although the sharp intake of breath from three of the boys indicated 
their appreciation, János affected a cool response. "No big deal," he 
muttered. 

Anna became hot, not with lust but with outrage. "How dare he call my 
boobs 'no big deal'," she thought, and undid another button, then two 
more. And then, to the incoherent sounds of her audience, she swept the 
undone front of her blouse aside, completely unmasking her breasts, and 
throwing her shoulders back, presented them to the astonished Peti. The 
young man recovered his poise quickly, and smiling, took her treasures 
in his hands. 

The effect of these actions on the onlookers was immediate as they 
clustered close beside Peti, vying with one another for a good view. 
Had Anna been concerned about the gaze of any stray passersby, she 
needn't have been, for they were well screened by the enraptured boys. 

The effect on Anna was not quite so immediate, but perhaps more 
profound, as the erotic sensitivity of her breasts took hold of her 
already awakened "wicked" part. The combination of her pique with 
János and Péter's manipulations, coming as they did on her already 
aroused state, completely overshadowed her more conservative aspect. 
She began to moan and to press her tits harder against his hands. And 
was there just a bit of exhibitionism there as well as submissiveness? 
The presence of the other boys seemed only to fuel her fires! 

In any case, she gave in to her lascivious nature and groped at his 
crotch. She was not disappointed, for the action had also produced a 
predictable result on him; his erection was hard and straining at the 
material of his pants. 

"It isn't fair," her logical side argued, "I'm on display to all these 
boys, while he isn't." 

Then her defiant side thought, "If I give him a hand job in front of 
them all, it should shut that arrogant bastard, János' mouth! And 
assure Peti a high place in their pecking order for some time!" 

And also her aroused side felt, "How nice it'd be to hold his hardness 
in my hand, while he massages my tits." 

So she zipped open his fly and hauled out the hot and throbbing object 
from within. And it was Peti's turn to moan as she encircled the fleshy 
cylinder with her hands. 

The audience gasped in unison, Márton breathed a subdued "Holy shit!" 
and János was utterly silent for once. 

Péter had evidently learned a thing or two in the weeks since Balaton, 
for his squeezing and teasing of Anna's boobs and nipples quickly 
brought her to a state of high arousal and had her breathless. 
Meanwhile he, although highly aroused as well, grew more prideful and 
domineering. 

"Your jugs are so great!" he whispered, "Yes! Stroke it. Show me how 
much you love my dick!" 

The well-buried, day-to-day "proper" Anna shuddered at the crass way he 
spoke to her, but nevertheless, she stroked and caressed it, lovingly 
drawing the foreskin back and forth. And all the while, Peti' hands 
worked on her boobs, their ministrations growing harder and more 
forceful. Anna's whole body felt as though on fire from that mauling. 
The muscles in her belly and groin began to contract and relax in time 
to the squeezes, all by themselves it seemed. She was vaguely aware 
that her panties were becoming wet. 

"Do you love my cock?" he asked her. 

"I love your cock. Yes, I love your cock." she mumbled. 

He lifted one of his hands from her "jugs" and placed it on her 
shoulder, gently pressing down. 

"Oh, no," the submerged prim Anna cried, but the quivering, lewd girl 
remembered his cock in her mouth and thought, "Wanking him is great, 
but how much more of an impact it would make if I blew him?" 

And her aroused body remembered how his cock had responded in her mouth 
that summer. 

Slowly, she sank to her knees, and his hands resumed their lascivious 
chafing of her breasts. With both her hands firmly on his member, she 
guided it's head to her open mouth, to kiss the exposed tip of his 
glans. She tongued it, then held it up and licked it root to tip. Then 
gasps and murmurs of incredulity and lust broke from the crowding boys 
as she proceeded to engulf more than half his shaft. 

Anna was absorbed in her own growing stimulation and in the pleasure 
she was providing, so absorbed that she didn't notice when István, the 
tallest of the boys, took out his own penis and began to masturbate. 
One by one, as their level of excitement rose, János and the other 
boys followed suit, their breath rasping as they wanked themselves into 
a frenzy. 

Between the erotic massage he was giving her ever more sensitive boobs 
and the action she was performing, her own level of excitement had 
risen as well. Risen to fine, quivering point. 

Then Anna sensed Peti beginning to move reflexively, his pelvic muscles 
tightening, so she took his throbbing member out of her mouth and, 
holding it with one hand, pumped it furiously with the other. And when 
the expected eruption came, it was she that aimed the thick stream at 
her own face. 

The first jet struck her nose, almost going up a nostril. As he jetted, 
Peti grabbed and pulled Anna's nipples hard, hard enough to have caused 
pain under any other circumstance, but under these conditions it pushed 
Anna over the edge herself, and as his second discharge began to erupt, 
she came. Her mouth opened in a rictus of pleasure and the stream 
landed on her tongue. As the spasms shook her, and she clamped tightly 
on the instrument in her hand, his subsequent eruptions painted her 
cheeks, her forehead, even placing a thick wad in her hair. 

But the tale is not done, for the other boys, seeing the scene unfold 
before their widened eyes, achieved their own culminations within 
seconds of Peti and Anna's, and while Anna still quivered in her own 
orgasmic throes, added massively to the sticky mass all over her face, 
neck and breasts. Márton, the youngest of them, produced a surprising 
quantity, landing several of his spurts in Anna's left ear. István's 
contribution decorated Anna's neck and upper chest, Zoltán her right 
cheek and eyebrow, the thick glob dripping down across her eyelid. And 
János, with a massive grunt, repeatedly targeted her chin, the tail 
ends dripping between her breasts. 

Then it was done. The boys, spent and in disbelief, sat down heavily on 
the ground. Had Anna not been holding onto his shrinking penis still, 
Peti might have collapsed as well. She let go and he simply stood, 
dazed. 

Shaken by what had just transpired, Anna suddenly realized that she had 
nothing with which to clean herself. No towel, no handkerchief, 
nothing. Not bothering to see what Peti or any of the boys would do, 
she stood, shakily, and wandered back to the road to town. How to get 
into the hotel, with her face plastered with spunk? They had not walked 
by a stream or any body of water she might use to wash it off. She 
could not walk into town like this! 

Anna walked mechanically, as though in a daze. Her clothing was in 
disarray, with her skirt a bit askew, her blouse unbuttoned to a degree 
she would never ordinarily allow, and massive remains of cum was drying 
on her neck and chest, sliding, dripping between her breasts, staining 
her blouse. 

"How had it come to this?" she wondered, plodding on, setting one foot 
in front of the other. She hardly saw the dusty, brush lined road, 
leading back to town and the spa where her room waited, where she could 
clean up her body, and get into clean clothes. But what could she do 
about the stain on her soul? How will she justify her abasement with 
her enjoyment of it? 

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Title: Anna's Story Chapter Nine 
Author: Paco Andante 
Keywords: nosex 
Wordcount: 256 words 

Epilog... 

Anna had gotten less than 100 meters down the road when Peti caught up 
to her, calling out, "Wait, Anna, wait." A clatter of footfalls behind 
him evidenced that he was not alone. Although Peti and the boys would 
rather she stay with them longer, but either out of contrition or from 
a sense of responsibility, they agreed to help her clean up for her 
return to her hotel. 

Producing handkerchiefs and even a wad of tissues, and wanting to help 
her, especially with the smears on her breasts, the boys finally just 
accepted her thanks and watched her wipe away their goo. She 
straightened her clothing, buttoning up the blouse and, donning her 
sweater once again, covering its stained condition. 

Clearly, the events had elevated Peti's stature among the group, for 
they dispersed at his bidding, although looking to János for approval 
— old habits die hard. Then Anna, in the company of Peti, returned to 
the town. The waning light of the late afternoon helped disguise any 
remaining disarray. 

He escorted her back to the spa, where, thankfully, the lobby was 
almost deserted. She firmly bade him goodbye at the elevator. 

Anna showered, changed clothes and picked somewhat listlessly at the 
buffet-style supper, but the following day, her spirits were brighter 
and she enjoyed the mineral baths before taking the afternoon train 
back to Budapest. 

Peti wrote her several times in the ensuing weeks, imploring her to 
write back and "be my friend," but although she kept writing to Dori, 
she never answered any of Peti's. 

The End