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

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repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals
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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 two (of Nine)
	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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