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 A tale from krisnjamie.  This is a work of fiction, enjoy it or not but
don't get heated.  It involves themes of a sexual nature.  Some of those
themes may sit uncomfortably with you.  If in doubt don't read it.

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   PART 1.

   Barry's Walters was 16 when he left school to join the family business.

   That business, started by his grandfather, occupied a city centre site
and included taxi's, coaches and a small courier operation.

   Barry's started out washing vehicles, doing basic repairs and helping
out in the office from time to time.  A couple of years later, with a
driving licence under his belt, Barry took the occasional shift in a taxi.
That was how he met Margaret, or Mags as he would eventually call her.

   Barry dropped Margaret and a couple of friends into town one Friday
evening, making sure each girl had a card as they disembarked.

   Several hours later, sometime between midnight and 1.00 am, he got the
call for a pickup outside a well known nightclub and was surprised to find
that Margaret was his fare.

   They talked all of the 7 miles back to her home.  The talk was
comfortable, like we'll worn boots, and Margaret made a point of asking
what shifts Barry usually worked.

   Still, Barry was a little surprised to find a specific request for him
to collect her from home the following Wednesday evening and again on the
Saturday.  On both occasions he dropped her into town and agreed a time and
place for a pickup later that night.

   This went on for weeks.

   Finally, pulling on to her driveway in the early hours of one Sunday
morning, Margaret invited him in for coffee.

   Barry checked his watch, radioed in to say he was going off shift and
gladly accepted.

   Margaret was 17, her parents were away for the weekend and she really
liked Barry.

   The young man finally reclaimed his clothes and slipped away at about
10.00 am.

   Within 6 months they were married.  Her parents helped with the deposit
on their first home and his grandfather made him a junior partner after
explaining that Barry's father was a disappointment who really didn't like
to work.

   Over the next few years the partnership became a limited company and, as
his grandfather moved towards retirement, Barry took on the running of the
business with Mags always by his side.

   Children were not to be.  They worked hard, long hours and it just
didn't happen.

   The first crack in their perfect world came just before Mags turned 33.
She had a stroke.

   Subsequent tests and investigations suggested that she might be
prevalent to another stroke in the future and, whilst she made a full
recovery, Barry wanted to take no chances.

   By now he was the sole owner of the much expanded business.  They had
long since moved out of the city, selling the space for development for an
eyewatering sum.  Those funds had been used to expand the vehicle fleets
and move into limousine hire amongst other things.  Now they talked about
the future.

   Decisions made, Barry set about selling.  Selling everything, the
businesses, the holiday homes in France and Spain and their very desirable
house on the outskirts of the city.  It took almost 10 months before they
put their belongings into storage and started a tour of the country to
identify where they wanted to settle.

   Even after legal fees and taxes they we're certain of their ability to
buy a pleasant home outright and live off savings and investments for the
rest of their lives.

   It took a while but almost two years after the stroke Barry and Mags
moved into their new home in a village on the Devon & Cornwall border.

   A traditional farmhouse with a modern extension added to the rear.  Most
of the land had been sold off many years previously but the house came with
a sizeable field behind it, two more beyond that and 15 acres of
traditional woodland.

   The house was approached down a lane which ran between the neighbouring
properties.  The driveway turned right at a hardstanding in front of the
house and carried on to a substantial concrete yard.  Storage buildings
formed a protective barrier on one side with three single garages at right
angles to those buildings.

   A wide lawned area ran below the yard and across the back of the house.

   On the far side of the lawn were further outbuildings providing a border
with the pasture beyond.

   A gravel path, wide enough for a small tractor, ran down the far side of
the lawn.  This led to a gate providing access to the field.  On the other
side of the gravel path was a vegetable garden with a substantial
polytunnel on the far edge, all protected by an 8 foot brick boundary wall.

   Entering at the front of the house you found yourself in a spacious
entrance hall.  To the left was a room Mags claimed as a studio.  To the
right was a cloakroom with WC and wash handbasin.  Directly ahead was a
games room which Barry kitted out with a pool table almost immediately.

   The hallway ran down the side of the house, past the games room.  A well
fitted kitchen came next, followed by a substantial lounge dining area
which opened on to a balcony created by digging down in to the gently
sloping land outside.  That digging also allowed for a lower ground floor
housing three guest bedrooms and a wet room along one wall.  Opposite that
was a small room housing meters, pump and water controls for the hot tub
positioned just the other side of the double doors and underneath the
balcony off the lounge.

   Upstairs were two bedrooms at the front of the house, a family bathroom
and, at the rear, the master bedroom with ensuite bathroom.  Another small
room provided an office for Barry.

   A few weeks later, having gotten to know their closest neighbours, Barry
and Mags held an open house event which everybody was invited.

   Not everybody come of course, but when the event was repeated each June
thereafter it quickly grew to become a village fun day and opportunity for
fund raising for local community projects.

   Barry and Mags soon became an integral part of the village community. 
Mags helped out at the local school, listening to children read or similar
and Barry just pottered about moving from one project to the next.

   Their immediate neighbours were the Franklins, an older couple looking
towards retirement, and the Johnsons.

   The Johnsons had two children, Mandy now 7 and Chloë aged 9.  Both
children were regular users of the hot tub, to the extent that they no
longer needed to seek permission before clambering in.  Mags or Barry would
hear them below the balcony and shout hellos down to the children.

   Mr Franklin was the owner of a small coach and had, for as long as
anybody remembered, consistently won the tender to provide bus services for
the local college some 8 miles away.  That said, there were rarely more
than 20 pupils on the route and the route made little or no profit.  He
told Barry as much when Barry agreed to buy the business but Barry just
wanted to get back behind the wheel.

   Figures agreed, Barry would take on the route for the start of the new
school year in September.

   Right now though, half term week in February, it was bright, sunny and
just a little chilly.  Mags and Barry were wearing outdoor fleeces as they
sat on the balcony enjoying coffee and the midday sun.

   Barry had recently finished kitting out the small barn as his workshop
and was now flicking through a tools brochure, making notes as he went.

   "and the dance begins" muttered Mags

   "What?"

   "spring is coming early dear" she replied, handing him the binoculars

   Barry looked in the direction she pointed and soon identified three
children playing in the field.  2 boys of about 13 or 14 and a girl maybe
10 or 11.  He looked back at Mags quizzically.

   "The dance to see which cock attracts the hen more" she explained.

   "she's only a kid" muttered Barry

   "But quite well built for her age and just a little forward"

   Barry looked through the binoculars once more.

   "You know her then?"

   "from school" admitted Mags

   Barry nodded and turned his gaze back to the trio.  A lively game of tag
had commenced but, as Barry watched it was apparent that It wasn't quite
the usual game.

   The two boys would hunt down the girl, maul her a bit and then let her
escape to be hunted once more.

   "it's probably pretty innocent" he suggested as he handed back the
binoculars.

   Mags just sniggered and finished her coffee.

   The following day Barry was alone on the balcony.  Mags was helping out
with some project or other next door.

   Glacing up from his paper he spied the same two boys and the girl from
the day before.  He picked up the binoculars and trained them on the group
without hesitation.

   Once again the one sided game of tag ensued.  With each "capture" the
boys became a little bolder, squeezing a firm buttock or brushing across a
swelling breast, whilst the girl squealed.

   Barry watched for several minutes before dropping his gaze back to his
news feed.

   For two more days the dance was repeated.  Mags, when she was present,
provided little snippets of information and commentary and when she was
absent Barry watched alone, wondering where the dance would lead.

   The weather broke before the dancers tried new steps and as the kids
went back to school and a host returned to the village Barry returned to
his usual occupations, finishing the workshop, preparing the polytunnel and
planting seeds.

   A few days later it all changed.

   Mags suffered a massive stroke whilst making breakfast of all things. 
She never regained consciousness and by 6.00 that evening Barry was slumped
on the sofa, sobbing occasionally, drinking constantly.

   He lost several days to that black period and may have lost several more
had Chloë not pounded incessantly on the front door the following Saturday
morning.

   Opening the door the girl slipped in and took charge.

   The whiskey bottle was put back in the cupboard and other empty bottles
were removed.  Water, coffee and toast appeared in front of Barry and he
realised he was hungry.

   Chloë cleaned and tidied and Barry watched.  Finally he spoke.

   "You don't have to do any more Chloe"

   The girl looked at him, smiled and went back to cleaning.

   "Really, I'm fine" he said "I can finish off"

   Chloe looked him up and down.

   "I'll be back later" she stated "you might feel better for a shower"

   Sure enough, Chloe returned just after 6.00.  She brought a plate of
cottage pie and sat with Barry whilst he ate.

   "it's good" he muttered

   "mum makes great cottage pie" Chloe replied with a smile.

   A few days later it was Barry who called on his neighbours.  He offered
wine, flowers and chocolates and was welcomed into their home.

   There was a brief moment of awkwardness when Mandy asked if she could
use the hot tub.  Her mother snapped a no as Barry said yes.  Chloe took
her sister out of the room whilst the adults talked.

   "sorry" started Barry "I quite understand if you don't want the girls
visiting anymore"

   "it's not that Barry I just don't want them making a nuisance of
themselves"

   "they're welcome anytime" he assured her "but I won't be offended if
you, well, think it unsuitable"

   "Tosh!  my girls are as safe with you as they are here.  If you're sure
I'll tell her to get her costume on"

   Barry smiled at the sound of the girls splashing about below the balcony
as he had a quiet coffee later that afternoon.

   The funeral finally out of the way, Barry started thinking about the few
changes he might make in time.  One option was to sell up and go back into
business, but he didn't really need too and was determined not to make a
hurried decision.

   Whatever he was doing, in the after school hours he found himself
hovering near the balcony in the hope that the dancers would appear again.
Sometimes they did, grabbing at each other with giggles and squeals and
sometimes they didn't.

   One Friday evening, after Barry had finally decided to replace the sofa
he was hoping to catch the boys to give him a hand to move the old sofa. 
Sure enough the trio appeared at about 4.30.

   Barry watched from his balcony for a while.  The dance was getting more
serious now, one of the boys had his arms wrapped around her from behind,
lifting her off the ground as he mauled her small breasts.  The other was
quite openly trying to find a way past her defences to undo her jeans.

   Still the squeals and giggles told Barry that she was fine with the new
moves.

   Still, when they disappeared from view behind one of his outbuildings
Barry decided to intervene.

   Wandering down to the building, where he planned to put the sofa anyway,
he opened the door and flicked on the light.  Diagonally opposite him was a
sliding door into the field.  He had long since ensured that it was in good
working order, although he never anticipated making use of that particular
access point.

   Standing by the door he strained to catch any small sounds.  He got
nothing that he could discern.

   Carefully and quietly he drew back the simple bolt and the slid open the
door and emerged into the field in one fluid motion.

   The boys dropped the girl where she lay.

   Barry glanced at her tee shirt under her armpits but noticed her little
training bra still in place.  Similarly, whilst her jeans were around her
knees, her panties were intact.  He looked away from her as she tried to
cover up.

   "boys" Barry beamed "I could do with a hand to move a sofa, you up for
it?"

   They looked at each other briefly and then nodded in unison.  The girl,
mostly dressed now, scampered away.

   Barry led the way with two boys following behind.  The sofa was
collected and with only a few stops along the way, deposited in the
outbuilding.

   "What you gonna use it for?" asked the taller of the two, indicating the
empty outbuilding.

   "Oh just for storage" replied Barry "for stuff I don't want but don't
want to get rid of just yet" he admitted both to the boys and himself.

   "Make a nice little workshop" the boy suggested

   "maybe" Barry agreed "but I already have one."

   Barry gave the boys a few pounds each and sent them on their way taking
care to bolt the sliding door once again.  He waited for a while and, sure
enough, somebody tried the door.  Barry grinned and went back to the house.

   Barry was up early on Saturday morning and was heading round to check
the filters on the hot tub just as the female dancer appeared.

   Coming face to face unexpectedly they stood in silence for a moment. 
Finally Barry spoke.

   "Can I help you?" he asked gently.

   "um, er, sorry to hear about your wife" the girl managed "she helped me
with my reading last year, nice lady"

   "Thank you" said Barry smiling

   "Can I talk to you?" she asked

   "You are talking to me" he grinned before relenting "do we need to go
inside or are you happy to tag along as I do a few things?"

   "No, that's fine, I'll just come with you."

   Barry smiled again and turned for the rear of the house where the hot
tub was.  The girl followed in silence.

   Barry busied himself checking the fIlters and the usual round of weekly
maintenance.  His companion stood a few feet away, watching and fidgeting.

   Eventually, Barry stood and turned to lean back on the side of the tub.

   Realising that was her cue she swallowed hard.

   "Nice hot tub" she croaked

   "you're welcome to use it as long as you get permission from your
parents"

   "Really?"

   "Really.  Pretty much it's just Chloe and Mandy who make use of it but
other kids drop by from time to time"

   The girl nodded.

   "about last night" she spluttered

   Barry let her gather her thoughts.

   "I mean, well, mum would kill me if you told her, um, ...."

   "You mean if I happened to mention that her daughter was half naked with
two boys in my field?"

   The girl went white.

   "don't worry" snapped Barry "what you do is your business.  I reckon if
you're old enough to play with the boys then you're old enough to make your
own decisions."

   A huge smile graced her features.

   "but" Barry went on "it's kind of easy for things to get out of hand"

   The girl waited.

   "I mean, can you stop them if they go too far?  do you even know how far
you want to go?"

   "I think so" she replied quietly

   "Then all is well.  Feel free to let me know if you need my help."

   "Is that it?" she asked "dad would have smacked my arse and mum gives me
a lecture for even looking at boys?"

   Barry turned to look at her.  She was tall compared to the other kids
her age, long legs, lean torso and budding breasts a little larger than any
of the other kids he had seen at the village school.  Her face was angelic
and framed by silky blonde hair.

   "what's your name?"

   "Rebecca, Bex everybody calls me"

   "How old?"

   "Eleven next week"

   "ok Bex, your parents act like that because they think it's the way to
protect you.  I'm not your dad, but I'm prepared to be your friend.  You
are rather young to be playing with boys that way, but if you want to do
that then I'm not going to get in your way."

   "you're kinda cool Mr Walters"

   "Thanks, I think!  You can call me Barry."

   "mum'd kill me for calling you Barry."

   "Then you call me Mr Walters in public and Barry when it's just you and
me"

   Bex grinned.

   "so why do you let everybody use your tub?"

   "I'm not sure, maybe because every once in a while I get to see a pretty
girl in a swimsuit"

   Bex had the good grace to blush before scampering off.

   Barry finished his few tasks and headed in for an early lunch.  He was
confused.  He wasn't exactly attracted to Bex but he was captivated by her,
her actions and her choices.

   Sandwich in hand he trawled through a few Google searches until he found
what he wanted within striking range.  He made a quick call to ensure that
the firm was still in business and was glad that he had when the man on the
phone told him that visitors were welcome by appointment only and that care
was taken to ensure that no two clients were ever in the shop together. 
Still they had a 2 hour slot available from 11.00 on Monday and Barry
immediately took it.

   He was about to head out to the workshop when the doorbell rang.

   He opened the door to find Bex partly hiding behind a woman he took to
be the girls mother.

   "Mr Walters?" she opened and then continued when he nodded "is it true
that you invited my daughter to use your hot tub?"

   Barry glanced at the girl.

   "Well yes and no" he replied

   "Just exactly how do you know my daughter?" came the reply

   "I don't really, my wife knew Bex from school"

   "Your wife.....  what Mrs Walters who used to help Rebecca with her
reading?"

   "That would be the one" replied Barry quietly

   "Right, well, I, er, I was sorry to hear of her passing" the woman
stammered

   "that's how we got to the hot tub" explained Barry "I was pottering
around in the garden and your daughter took the trouble to come and say
much the same thing.  While we were chatting she noticed the hot tub and I
explained that all the local youngsters were free to use it as long as
their parents approved."

   "Oh, well, that's not quite what I thought......"

   "You have very bright, articulate and we'll mannered daughter, if she
wants to use the hot tub she would be most welcome.  I believe that Mandy
and Chloe from next door are in it right now, but there's plenty of room
for a few more.  Why don't you go and have a look to make sure it's safe
and secure, just round the back - follow the sound of children laughing."

   Barry winked at Bex as her mother quickly made her way around the side
of the house.

   He heard the front door push open a few minutes later.

   "helloooo" called the girl

   "down here Bex" Barry called back.

   The girl wandered down the corridor, past the kitchen and on to the
spacious lounge area beyond.

   "mum satisfied that I'm not trying to lure her pretty daughter away?"

   Bex laughed.

   "that's twice you've called me pretty" she noted

   "Well you are.  so are you allowed in the tub or not?"

   "uh-huh, where can I change?"

   "Most people come ready with their suits under ther clothes, but if you
need a room there's a cloak room in the hall.  Just on the left before you
get to the front door" he called after her.

   "I'll find it" she called back.

   Barry was in the kitchen when she returned.

   He looked her up and down and nodded appreciatively.

   She wore a fairly conservative two piece suit.  The top was more of a
halter top than a bikini top and the bottoms were more shorts than briefs,
but they still showed off those long slender legs and the gap between
shorts and top offered a taut, almost muscled stomach.

   "very nice" he muttered "but what are you doing here?  The tub's round
back."

   "Just making sure you got to look at a girl in a swimsuit" she grinned.

   Barry laughed at her and shoo'd her away to play.  Still, when he went
off to the workshop a few minutes later he made a point of stopping by the
tub to tell the youngsters where he would be.

   Sure enough, within the hour, there was a knock at the door of the
workshop.

   "The others have gone home" she explained "I thought I'd get dressed but
my towel and clothes are in the house"

   Barry looked around, dug into a box and came out with a towel.

   "Here, dry yourself off and keep me company for a bit" he suggested.

   The towel smelt a bit musty but Bex used it anyway.

   "Whatcha doing then?" she asked as she hoisted herself up on the bench
where he was fiddling about.

   "Well I was sorting screws but now I'm being distracted by a pretty girl
in a swim suit"

   Bex giggled.

   "Looks bigger from the outside" she noted, looking around as she did.

   "my, you're quute the detective now too.  "there's an upstairs, a quiet
place I used to go to for a pipe.  Mags had her study, I had my man cave"

   "Sounds exciting - can I see it?"

   "Bex, nobody has been up there except me.  Even Mags didn't get to see
it finished"

   "ok, I understand" she said, sounding just a little crestfallen

   "besides" Barry went on "It wouldn't look good, me taking a half naked
10 year old into my secret den"

   "ooh, what you gonna do to me mister?" she asked in her best little lost
girl voice

   "Nothing Bex, I wouldn't hurt you"

   "I know and I'm nearly 11 and I promise never to tell anybody..... 
pleeeeeeze?"

   Barry looked at her and laughed.

   "c'mon then"

   He moved to the back wall, reached between a couple of saws hanging
there and tugged a lever.  There was a click and then a panel moved slowly
forwards.  Barry waited for it to stop and then gave it a gentle sideways
push.  The panel slid away to reveal the bottom of a staircase.

   "Oh wow" exclaimed Bex "that's so neat"

   "up you go" invited Barry

   "You want me to go first so you can look at my behind?"

   Barry laughed again.

   "Actually it's so I can shut the door, but now I think about it....."

   "Barry!" she squealed making no attempt to hide herself and taking her
own sweet time climbing the stairs.

   "Oh wow" she exclaimed as she emerged into the room above.

   "my thoughts exactly" said Barry with a wink

   Bex took in the polished wooden floor, the scattered rugs, the old
leather wingback chair and then scanned the small bar, pipe racks and
humidors before finally seeing the enormous tv.

   "it's gorgeous Barry" she whispered

   "and the extra decoration you bring is quite lovely too"

   She hit his shoulder playfully.

   Barry slumped into the chair.

   "Only one chair" complained Bex

   "Kids can sit on the floor" grinned Barry

   "or here" she announced bouncing into his lap.

   "Now this really isn't a good idea" stated Barry "you are too pretty,
too undressed and too damp"

   "pretty again.  You keep calling me pretty!  Listen Barry, you like to
look at me, I like you looking at me.  If you want to cuddle me a bit
that's cool too."

   "little one, you have much to learn about the male of the species.  Not
all boys, or men, have the willpower to control themselves in this kind of
situation."

   "But you do"

   "for the moment, but if you wriggle that cute little butt into me just
once more....  well I can't promise"

   Bex giggled

   "Come on then, take me back to the house so I can get dressed"

   "only' said Barry "only if you promise to visit again"

   "You old perv.  I'm only 10 you know"

   "nearly 11" corrected Barry as he pushed her off his lap.

   Once inside the hallway Bex made straight for the cloakroom.  She
stopped in the doorway though.  Peeling her top over her head she glanced
over her shoulder and winked at Barry before going inside and shutting the
door behind her.

   That evening Barry sat on the balcony with a glass of wine.  He watched
the boys arrive, watched them walk the perimeter of the field, kick some
clumps of grass around and then go on their way.

   "No show tonight" thought Barry "the little tease got her kicks with me
earlier".

   Sunday dawned bright and sunny again.  Chloe called in to make all was
well and to invite him along on a family picnic.  Barry declined politely
saying had much to do in the workshop.

   He was, therefore, quite alone when Bex appeared.

   "hiya" she called as she marched towards him.

   Dressed in denim cutoffs and a short tee shirt she stopped hands on hips
a few feet from him.

   "Hello yourself" he replied "What do you have planned for this glorious
day?"

   "well" she mused "I hope you don't mind but I suggested that Marcus have
a go in the hot tub later"

   "No funny business whilst the little ones are present" Barry said
sternly.

   "No, that's cool.  Will they be around?"

   "Not today, as luck would have it they're off on a picnic"

   "Will you be about?" she asked

   "Do you want me to be?"

   "Maybe not too far away" she suggested

   "Look Bex, I know I said it was your choice but getting into the tub
wearing next to nothing with a boy who has already shown a determination to
get in to your pants might be a bit risky."

   "But you'll be about?"

   "probably"

   "cool.  whatcha doing now?"

   "I was just about to ho have a smoke"

   "in the secret room?"

   "Yeah, haven't quite got used to being able to smoke in the house"

   "can I come"

   "If you want.  what time you expecting your friend"

   "couple of hours"

   Barry nodded and led the way to the workshop.  Once inside he moved to
the rear wall, tug the lever and beckoned her up the newly exposed
staircase.

   "music?" she enquired

   Barry pointed to an old cd player and the unruly pile of cd cases next
to it.  He watched her as he chose a pipe, chose some tobacco and filled
the bowl.

   Bex glanced at him once or twice as he lit his pipe and then found an
old T Rex cd.

   "Never heard of this band" she muttered.

   "bit before your time Bex" he replied

   "Can I?"

   Barry nodded his assent and the girl slipped the disc into the drive.

   He sat, smoke billowing around him as Bex tried to catch the words to
Metal Guru.  She failed.  We Love To Boogie came next and she listened to
it the whole way through before hitting the pause button.

   "bit rude!" she said simply

   "rude?" queried Barry

   Bex half sang the line "Jenny lost her cherry on the way home"

   "You know what that means?" queried Barry

   Bex just gave him a don't be so silly look.

   Barry moved over and swapped the disc for another.

   "What's this?" asked the girl

   "ruder, but funny" explained Barry as Judge Dreads Big 6 started up.

   Bex coped without too much blushing until Barry joined in with "little
Miss Moffat sat on a tuffet, knickers all tattered and torn.  It wasn't a
spider who sat down beside her it was Little Boy Blue with the horn"

   Her eyes went wide and Barry laughed at his first success in making her
blush.

   "you know I like you" she said suddenly

   "and I like you too" He replied as he watched her turn the music off.

   "If you, you know, wanted to cuddle me a bit I wouldn't mind"

   "Why thank you young lady" he replied with a mock bow

   "No Barry, I mean it.  You can touch me and stuff if you want"

   "careful what you offer, I might just think you mean it"

   "I do" she whispered "I know you won't hurt me so, you know, if you
wanted me to take my shirt off that would be ok"

   "Why now Bex?" he asked, buying time, trying to work out how and when he
got to this point.

   "wellllll" she hesitated "I guess Marcus might get a peek at my boobies
later and I wanted you to see me first"

   "I see, well Marcus is a lucky lad and you should be fooling around with
boys closer to your own age if you're going to fool around with anyone"

   "so you don't want to see me?"

   "I didn't say that Bex, it's just that, well I'm old enough to be your
father and I could get into a lot of trouble just for talking to you like
this."

   "You are nothing like my father!" she stated "you are a really nice,
cool man who just happens to be older than me"

   "a lot older than you" he corrected

   "But you're like a best friend.  I can talk to you about Marcus and boys
and stuff"

   "of course you can Bex and I'm happy to listen and advise you where I
can"

   "But you won't let me say thankyou"

   "What?"

   "This is my way of saying thanks" she said as her tee shirt sailed up
and off.

   "Oh shit" exclaimed Barry as he sat back in his chair drinking in the
sight of the topless girl.

   Her breasts were no more than gentle mounds but he nipples were
prominent and erect and entirely entrancing.

   He snapped out of his reverie as she took his free hand and held it to
her breast.  He tried to pull away before he came into contact with her
flesh but it was not to be.

   "Oh shit" he said again as he took her nipple between thumb and
forefinger.

   "You said that twice" she gasped as he twirled her nipple.

   Then his pipe was put aside, she was in his lap and both hands enveloped
her.

   "jeez Barry, don't stop what you're doing" she hissed as she squirmed in
his lap.

   "like that do you?"

   "God yes" she moaned.

   "Still happy playing this game?"

   "uh-huh"

   "even if I take control"

   "Yeah, I guess"

   "Excellent!" he hissed as he twisted both nipples hard.

   Bex was gasping for breath.

   "hurts.....  but feels good too" she mumbled

   "you're quite the little slut really"

   "If you say so" she breathed

   He pushed her off his lap, standing at the same time and turning her to
face him.

   "nipple time Bex" he hissed as he squeezed and tugged

   Her eyes went wide, her breath came in short gups between pain and
pleasure and still he continued.

   "undo your shorts" he breathed and then grinned as the girl hurried and
fumbled to comply.

   Her shorts fell to the floor and she kicked them aside.

   "If I'm going to be first I want to see it all" he whispered in her ear.

   Bex didn't answer him, she just pushed down on the waist and of her
panties and then wriggled and kicked until they were gone.

   "part your legs slut.  I'm going to feel you."

   She whimpered and complied as his finger brushed between her outer lips.

   "Are you going to...."

   "Not today Bex, one day I'll fuck you but not until you're ready for
me."

   Instead he found her clit and she found her orgasm in an instant.

   Bex had been in the tub for about 20 minutes when Marcus arrived.  She
found the water soothed her nipples though she had relived those few
minutes so many times that she was as horny as hell.

   "hi" he said looking about him.

   "Mr Walters is about somewhere but I told him you were coming and it's
fine"

   The boy nodded as he kicked off his trainers and started undressing.

   "got my trunks on already" he explained needlessly.

   Still Bex eyed up the uncovering boy meat, still thinking about what
Barry had done to her.  She wondered if Marcus would be worth the effort or
if she should just find Barry and beg him to do it again.

   "so what you wearing?" Marcus asked."kinda difficult to see with all
those bubbles"

   Bex hoisted herself upright to show off her conservative two piece.  If
the boy was disappointed he didn't show it and quickly clambered in
alongside her.

   Barry wandered past, waved and kept walking.  Marcus tensed, Bex
grinned.

   "can't see much under the bubbles huh" he said again as a hand slid over
her chest.  His fingers brushed over a swollen nipple and Bex almost
groaned out loud.  Instead she cuddled closer to the boy and stretched her
arms along the edge of the tub to give him access.  He didn't need much
more of an invitation and was soon worming a hand under her top rather
slowly.

   Impatiently Bex reached down and tugged the top up and off her tiny
breasts.

   "ace" he hissed as he fumbled with new found goodies.  He wasn't nearly
as effective as Barry though and Bex was considering calling a halt when he
finally took a nipple between thumb and forefinger and gave an experimental
tug.  Bex closed her eyes and emboldened by her acquiescence the boy
started on her second nipple too.

   "hi" shouted Barry has he walked past the end of the path.  Marcus leapt
away from the girl but Barry had gone already.

   He went back to her nipples, finally eliciting small groans from the
wanton girl.

   One hand crept down and she parted her legs obligingly.

   A finger wormed it's way up the leg of her shorts but it was all too
brief a contact.

   "jeez Marcus, either touch me properly or don't bother" she snapped.

   Marcus went beet red, first from embarrassment then a little anger. 
Standing he pulled her upright and whilst Bex was still blinking into the
sunlight and getting her balance Marcus dragged her shorts down.

   She went to hIt him but he sank back into the water and dragged her with
him.

   A short tussle later and her bikini was on the floor at the back of the
tub.  One hand was attacking her nipples whilst the other sawed between her
legs.  It wasn't graceful, but it was effective and she held him tight as
he dragged an orgasm out of her.

   "Your turn" he snapped as he dragged his swims hosts down with one hand
whilst guiding her hand with the other.  "Now part your legs again"

   This time he penetrated her with a finger whilst he guided her hand
under the water.

   "The old fart's coming over" he hissed "Keep going or I'll make you get
out in front of him."

   "everybody happy?" Barry asked

   "fine thanks Mr Walters" answered Marcus

   Bex just nodded briefly.

   Barry was in the polytunnel when he saw the boy leave.  He hurried over
to the tub to find Bex fighting back tears.

   "you ok?" he asked

   "yeah"

   "You sure?"

   "He got mad at me"

   "Did the little shit hurt you?"

   "No, not like that.  It just wasn't, um, nice."

   "c'mon, let's get you inside and have a cup of tea" suggested Barry

   "He stripped me" she blurted out

   Barry turned and found her towel.  He held it up to preserve her modesty
despite the fact that her lithe yoing body no longer had any secrets from
him.

   They drank tea on the balcony, her still naked save for the towel.

   "boys can be troublesome" Barry eventually said "will you stay away from
them now?"

   "probaby not" she admitted "I have to learn to control myself and
practise makes perfect"

   "Hey, you don't have to learn everything in one day though"

   She smiled at him, that devastating secret weapon.

   "I could have a word"

   Bex shook her head.

   "it's good to know that you are looking out for me but I need to do this
myself if I can."

   Barry nodded his acceptance.

   "You owe me for the tea" he said

   "What?" followed by a grin and the towel slipping off her shoulders.

   Barry finished his tea looking at the best view in the world.  Bex
looked out from the balcony.
   End of part one