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Title: 	Anna's Story Chapter One
Author:  Paco Andante
Keywords: nosex

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publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals or anthologies of
this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author.

   Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality 
is completely accidental.  Be warned that this story may
involve explicit descriptions of sexual activities, including some
that may be considered off the beaten track.  Do not read this story if
you believe fictional stories should not depict unusual situations,
are less than the age of consent in your social group or if such
descriptions violate the code of ethics of your tribe.
   Batteries and Kleenex not included.

	Anna's Story
	Paco Andante
	
	Chapter One (of Nine)
	2374 words

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.

		***

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