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

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    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 three (of Nine)
     3586 words

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.

         ***

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