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

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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 four (of Nine)
	4470 words

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.

		***

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