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

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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
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	Batteries and Kleenex not included.

	Anna's Story
	Paco Andante
	
	Chapter five (of Nine)
	5387 words

The next morning dawned sunny and bright at Lake Balaton. A breeze came
down from the mountains bringing fresh but chilly air into Anna's open
window. Naked under the covers, she was reluctant to get out of bed.
The insistent pressure on her bladder finally won out, and Anna,
covered in goosebumps, quickly donned her robe and made her way down
the hall.

The women's lavatory was comfortably warm, and the reason for it became
evident when Anna saw steam was billowing from the noisy shower.
Finishing with the toilet, Anna went to the row of sinks to brush her
teeth just as the shower water stopped and out of the corner of her eye
she saw Margit, dripping wet and smiling, stepping out.

"Good morning," the redhead said, shaking her fiery wet curls.

"Heh," Anna responded, her mouth full of toothbrush. She had thought
the girl would be bashful, the way she had always dressed, covered
almost completely, but Margit seemed to have no body shyness whatsoever
as she walked to the stack of towels and selected one.

Anna turned to look. Margit's long, very thin torso made the girl look
taller than she actually was. Her pale skin seemed almost translucent,
with fine blue lines showing her veins, and with the diffuse light from
the clerestory, she seemed to glow. Her tits, though small, seemed to
stand out large on her tiny frame. It didn't seem as though her body
had ever seen a razor, for curly red bushes adorned her underarms, and
a sparse, fine crimson fuzz grew on her calves. Her "lady beard" was
short and narrow, and a thin line of hair pointed up toward her navel.
What drew Anna's eye, though, was the elaborate tattoo that surrounded
her wide belly button. Artfully done in bright red and green, it looked
to Anna like a mandala with eagle wings.

"Chilly this morning," she said, covering her head with a towel to dry
her hair and seemingly ignoring that the rest of her body was still
dripping, with a small trickle falling from her very round, narrow
fundament.

"Yea," Anna managed, still brushing.

Margit wrapped the towel into a turban and with another towel rubbed
down the rest of her body, then put on her robe, and with a cheerful,
"see you at breakfast," left Anna alone to hang her robe on one of the
hooks.

Hoping that Margit had not used all the hot water, Anna entered the
shower. She was not disappointed, and enjoyed every moment of the warm
spray, leaning back to let the hot needles of water invigorate her
skin. She turned to feel it on her back and buttocks, and savored the
slippery feel as she soaped herself, and closed her eyes as she
lathered her body, paying more than a little extra attention to her
tan-lined boobs, then slowly rotated to rinse. At last, dripping, she
turned off the water and stepped out, and took a towel from the stack
on the shelf.

She had not heard the door as Ilona and Dorottya had entered. Mother
and daughter stood naked at the sinks, washing their faces, their
matching blue robes already hung on the pegs next to Anna's own.

Cheerful "good mornings" were exchanged.

In contrast to the redhead, neither daughter nor mother showed any sign
of hair below the neck. Not surprising for the little girl, at her age,
but until Anna spotted the safety razor on the shelf above her sink,
the mother, with her dark hair, seemed a mystery. And, Anna thought,
aside from very small stretch-marks, Ilona had the luxuriant figure of
a woman ten years younger than she must be, in spite of having birthed
two children.

Ilona seemed very radiant this morning. Anna tried vainly to suppress
the thought of the sounds she had heard last night, concluding that
whatever she and György had been doing, it seemed to have agreed with
her.

Anna finished drying, put her robe on and left just as the woman was
shooing the child into the shower.

Back in her room. Anna closed the window against the cool breeze. She
thought, "First a fog, now a cold wind- will I ever get the tan I
want?"

She hadn't brought any cool weather clothes, so she put her old
sweatshirt over her heaviest long-sleeved blouse and her "travel"
jeans. She cast a disapproving look at her unglamorous reflection in
the mirror, but shrugged in resignation.

She was about to leave her room when there came a light tapping at her
door, and a quiet voice, "Anna? Are you decent? It's Zsófia."

Anna wordlessly opened the door.

"Good morning," the older woman said, smiling. "We, that is Laci and I,
are going on a winery tour this morning. And since it is so cool today
and not good for sunbathing, we thought you might like to join us."

"Thank you very much," Anna smiled back, "but I am not much of a wine
drinker. I'll take my chances on it warming up. But thank you for
thinking of me."

László, standing in the hallway behind his wife added, "That's too bad,
The wines grown here are special, you know. Italian Riesling. Not at
all like the German Rieslings or our Tokaj from up north. You seemed to
like the glass of it the other night."

Anna smiled and nodded, but begged off again, just as the bell for
breakfast sounded. Closing her door, Anna joined the retired couple
descending to the dining room.

Mrs. Szabó, apparently trying to make up for the chilly morning, had
prepared a hot breakfast of pancakes and sausages. She had left the
door to the kitchen open, and its warmth and delicious odors pervaded
the room.

The Németh's extended their invitation to join them on the winery tour
to all the others. The hikers politely refused, saying that chill or
no, they had plans. The Szakály's seemed divided, György in favor,
Ilona not, although the latter seemed a bit distracted. Eventually,
they agreed, but Péter, saying he could not drink at his age in any
case, preferred to stay. Ilona insisted that Dori accompany them, to
the girl's annoyance.

"Can't I stay here with Anna?" she whined.

"She's not your sitter," György chided. "We shouldn't bother her."

In the end, when the van with the winery's name painted on the door
arrived shortly, the five all climbed aboard, waving and saying, "See
you at dinner."

Margit and Csaba had already left on their hike for today.

Moments later a group of young men from the village arrived in an old
truck, and they entered into a heated discussion with the caretaker,
Attila. They haggled over the work to be done and the price to be payed
for that work for several minutes. Several of the villagers glanced
appreciatively at Anna, standing on the porch watching in amusement.

Agreement was reached, and the men, with the old caretaker in the lead,
headed behind the building and in a moment Anna heard sawing, hammering
and occasional swearing from the roof.

Anna looked anxiously at the bright, blue sky. It seemed to her that
the cool breeze from the mountains had eased. She envisioned the elder
gods of the air in a struggle with each other, the cool mountain air
against the warm south wind. Then she realized that the others had left
her alone at The Mansion with young Peti, who last night had begun to
act on certain thoughts. Where was the young rascal, anyway?

That "young rascal" was in the library, looking out of the window at
her. His thoughts too were on their situation. As "unglamorous" as Anna
had thought she looked, Peti was captivated. Perhaps because in faded
jeans and bulky sweatshirt Anna looked more like his female
schoolmates, and that way seemed less out of reach. He mentally
stripped her, recalling her in the bikini, and imagined her wearing
even less, trying to visualize her bodacious tata's, her rounded rump,
her pretty face framed by her blonde hair as, in his vision, she
approached him, smiling.

Anna wondered at her own thoughts. "He's just a kid, my God. And a
geeky-looking one at that. Why did I let him touch me last night? Will
I let him touch me again?"

As much as she tried to shun the stray ideas, her mind envisioned his
parents, the handsome György and the sylphlike, shaven Ilona, no doubt
naked in each others arms last night in the unoccupied room doing...
well, what?

Unbidden, an image came into her mind of Péter, grown up and looking
more like his father. She dashed it asunder and banished it from her
mind. "Just a kid."

She entered The Mansion and walked to the empty library and retrieved
her book, then went back onto the porch.

She settled into one of the rocking chairs and opened her book to where
she had left off, the warmth of the morning sun slowly expelling the
chill in the air.

Peti, seeing the young woman coming into the building, rapidly exited
the library, not wanting her to see the bulging evidence of his
arousal. It would not be "cool," he thought, so he left by way of the
kitchen, surprising Mrs. Szabó.

"What's for dinner," he asked, trying to appear nonchalant, bending
over a pot to smell the onions and paprika.

The cook smiled and shooed him out of her domain, saying, "You'll find
out soon enough, youngster!"

Grinning, he sauntered into the dining area to wait for Anna to leave,
then went back to watching her through the window.

	***

Once again, the TV weather forecasters had been correct. Late
mid-morning the winds shifted and the temperature rose by over five
degrees Celsius in a couple of hours. By the time the winery van
returned, depositing the tourists with their acquisitions, Anna had
already found her sweatshirt too warm and had removed it.

Sending her husband upstairs with their packages, Zsófia came over to
sit with Anna on the other rocker. Bubbling with her typical enthusiasm
she said, "Oh, Anna! You should have come with us. The winery was a
beautiful old place. And you should have seen the casks! So huge!"

"I'm glad you had a good time," Anna offered.

"And now the day is warming, so maybe you can enjoy the old dock again,
eh?"

"Oh, I expect so!"

"I haven't gone sunbathing in perhaps ten years," the older woman
confided. "Not that I am ashamed of my old body, mind you."

Anna nodded. "And you need not be," she offered.

"Though she must be almost sixty," Anna thought, "she hasn't a bit of
fat or sag."

The older woman leaned toward the younger, and in a conspiratorial
voice said, "I exercise every day, you see. We girls have to keep in
shape, for ourselves as well as for our men, yes?"

Anna smiled, thinking of the sounds she had heard two nights ago, and
the "exercise" those noises implied.

"Laci does, too," Zsó went on. "He looks good for almost seventy, don't
you think?"

Anna wondered if the older woman was fishing, and if she had
underestimated Zsófia's age.

"You can be proud, Zsófia, of yourself and your man."

To Anna's relief the conversation was cut off by the arrival first of
the returning hikers, then of László and the Szakály's from upstairs,
all the latter bursting with anecdotes about the winery trip. Anna
learned more about Hungarian viniculture in a few minutes than she ever
wanted to know, and the lesson continued as the group, summoned by the
bell and delicious odors, went in for dinner.

	***

After dinner Anna retired to her room to change and to coat herself
with sun lotion. Some time ago she had learned the trick of coating her
own back without help, but she grinned at the thought of asking Peti to
help her. With a wicked grin she told her reflection in the mirror, "I
bet he'd cream his pants," as she fastened her tiny bikini top.

Anna returned to the weathered boards of the old dock. The air was
still a bit cool, but the rays of the early afternoon sun warmed the
skin, and she felt comfortable. She took a furtive look from behind her
sunglasses but saw no evidence as yet of her peeking admirer. She
settled down on her beach towel, untied the strap across her back and
opened the book.

The sun's warmth on her back, the quiet lapping of waves on the piles,
and the breeze gently stirring the reeds were hypnotic, and Anna almost
missed a quiet splash from among the water plants.

"Ah, has the twerp come for another show?" she thought and covertly
scanned around and spotted him. "Ah. There he is after all."

As it had been two days ago, Anna experienced a strange thrill.

"Why do I allow him this?" she asked herself. "I should confront him.
Tell him to either go away- or come up here openly."

Yet she did not move. Only her body, of itself it seemed, squirmed a
bit. In spite of herself, Anna was getting turned on.

"How can such a little geek excite me?"

Then she thought of how she had felt that morning when the men from the
village had glanced at her. No, she corrected herself, they had not
merely glanced at her, their gazes had been more lingering. And despite
her being in bulky old clothes. She had felt- what? Pleasure?
Excitement? A delightful wickedness? She had felt all of that, and
something more, slightly beyond her perception.

"Am I such an exhibitionist?"

Anna stood up, aware that the little strips of cloth, hanging loosely
from her neck-strap, barely covered her "jewels." She shaded her eyes
and looked back at The Mansion. Were the workers still there? She could
just see the roof above the tall reeds. The workmen that had been up
there were gone.

Anna shivered. Was it the cool breeze? Her areolae crinkled as her
nipples rose. She quickly crossed her arms over her breasts, turned her
back to her watcher, faced the warm sun and sat down. The bottom of her
swimsuit slid downward just a bit, enough to expose just a bit of
untanned regions and rear cleavage. She couldn't have known- or could
she?

Anna picked up the bottle of lotion, poured out some into her hand and
proceeded to coat the fronts of her legs. As she bent forward to reach
her calves, just a bit more white below the tan line rose above the
blue cloth.

Taking a bit more lotion, she anointed first one arm, then the other,
fully aware that as she half-turned and raised her arms each in turn, a
part profile of one tit then the other came into view for her audience.

Then she began to oil her body, running her lotion-loaded hands from
one side of her belly to the other. Next she ran her hands upward,
under the hanging strips of blue, onto her tingling mounds. She pressed
her hands onto them more than was needed to apply the lotion. She
closed her eyes, not really against the glare of the sun reflected off
the lake. Her fingers wreathed the firm but yielding pillows they held,
the slippery lotion feeling luxurious as her hands kneaded their
contents like a pastry chef kneading his dough.

It is hard to tell which was the more effected, the player or her
audience. A soft moan escaped them both, so quietly that neither heard
the other.

Catching herself, Anna dropped her hands to her sides and then wiped
them on the spare towel and lay down, carefully adjusting the placement
of the little blue triangles.

Only in his imagination had Peti's hands contained such prizes, and
watching, even though most of Anna's hand-work had been hidden from
him, his excitement reached a feverish level. And when Anna lay down,
he watched enthralled as the twin mounds settled under the influence of
gravity, flattened and separated slightly. As though in defiance of
their flimsy covering, Anna's nipples prominently molded the thin
cloth. Peti's palms began to itch.

Knowing that Peti's observation point was not optimal, Anna actually
considered turning. But she stopped herself. "I am here to get sunshine
and a tan," she thought.

Had she not known about her audience, she probably would have missed
the sounds. Though not very different from the whispering of the breeze
stirring the fronds, the sounds of Peti's progress as he changed his
hiding place were clear to Anna. She mentally tracked his movement
until he stopped. Then she lazily turned her head, and from behind her
dark sunglasses looked for him among the gently waving reeds.

"Aha," she thought, "I see you, you little sneak."

But at odds with her thoughts, her feelings were in a high state. Had
her actions yesterday and the day before led the youngster to his
boldness of last night? Did she welcome the attention, both of the
voyeurism and of last night's touches? How far would she go in
displaying herself, her body? More importantly, maybe, how much was she
willing to be the cause of whatever might come about?

After a while, Anna remembered that she really did want to tan evenly,
and so she turned over again. Even though she was careful, there was a
slight mishap. Completely unplanned, of course. Since the back strap of
her top was undone, she had to hold the cloth while also supporting
herself as she turned. That she turned in his direction was just
chance. She did not mean to lose her grip on the cloth. There was a
momentary slip. Just for a second. Quite accidentally.

For just that moment, a moment that burned itself into Peti's memory
forever, the whole of one semi-pendent boob was exposed. The tanned
outer curve, the still white inner half-globe, and the strawberry
circle with its protuberant crown, all were clearly visible in the
bright sunlight.

Anna was mortified. Her first reaction was to run back to her room, but
at the same time she felt an exotic thrill. And wouldn't it give away
that she knew about her hidden observer? And it was, after all, just a
fleeting moment. Why spoil the rest of the afternoon?

		***

As the sun moved toward the west, the cooler breeze from the mountains
returned. Even though the lowering sun's rays still were warm, Anna
began to become uncomfortable. Stoically, she tried to stay and utilize
every bit of sun, but finally gave in, arranged her 'couverture,'
collected her things and returned to The Mansion.

More to warm herself than to cleanse, she showered, then returned to
her room. The sun, shining into the closed window, had warmed the room.
She removed the robe and regarded herself in the mirror. There were
spots of pink among the tan.

"Oh my. Is that wind-burn?" she asked the reflecting glass.

She poured out a handful of moisturizing cream and began to spread it
over her face, her arms and her legs. Another generous handful to
spread on her belly, then one for her breasts, then rubbing some more
onto her breasts, then yet more on her breasts...

Was she kneading them a bit more vigorously than was needed? Did her
thoughts stray to that fateful moment earlier when she had lost her
hold on the concealing cloth? Did she imagine sticky white threads in
the water where Peti was hiding? Why was she thinking such things?

She had dried herself thoroughly in the lavatory after her shower,
hadn't she? Then why was she damp down there? Why was she suddenly
throwing herself on her bed, writhing, her hands mauling, squeezing,
teasing, rubbing? Why was her body quivering and undulating?

And then Anna was smothering her outcries into her pillow.

		***

Supper was lively with much retelling of the morning tour. László and
György were out-doing one another telling Margit, Csaba and Anna all
they had learned. The ladies added a few remarks as well.

The evening being cooler than the previous few, Anna had dressed in
warmer clothes than she formerly had. She wore the white slacks she had
worn on their stroll through the village, along with a long-sleeved,
high collared white blouse that might have been from Manyi's wardrobe,
under an open-weave light blue crew-necked sweater. Anna looked really
good. But then she'd look good dressed in a potato sack.

György contributed two bottles of a Cabernet he had bought, not to be
outdone by László's generosity the other night.

"Everyone thinks of Balaton for white wines, but they make some good
reds, too," he remarked.

Anna tried to beg off having any, but György teased her, saying "Oh,
you'll drink some of László's but none of mine?" And made faces that
had the others laughing.

So Anna agreed to having a glass, "Just a little one. For the taste,"
she said.

György poured a small amount for his son and daughter as well,
disregarding Ilona's look of disapproval.

Whether from the wine or just a general good feeling, everyone seemed
in a jovial mood as they retired to the recreation room.  An
examination of the TV program listing, however, yielded nothing that
sparked any mutual interest until later that night. Csaba suggested
they all play a board game together, but it was immediately obvious
that nine people could not all sit around the little game table.

Peti, who had been unusually quiet, suggested that he and Anna have
another go at the billiard table. Anna felt very uncomfortable with
that idea, after the "accident" of that afternoon, but she could not
let on that she knew of her audience, and, she thought, it would seem
highly unusual to refuse after having played the past few nights. So,
as cheerfully as she could, she accepted the boy's offer.

Dori also expressed that she would rather, as long as no one objected,
watch some cartoons on the TV, since the adults were going to
relinquish control of the set anyway.

That left six people, and that many could squeeze around the small
gaming table, and a board game was selected and started.

The billiard game began, and despite the absence of a peep-show, it was
clear that Peti was reacting, though it's not certain whether it was to
what he saw now, or what persisted in his mind's eye. Anna showed no
outward reaction, but was grinning inwardly, watching the boy watching
her as they played.

At the board game, everyone was crowded together, with six seated
around a table meant for four. Csaba was seated opposite from the
billiard table with Margit next to him, and he glanced up at Anna from
time to time, an inscrutable look on his face. Margit noticed and got
up, slid her chair away and sat possessively on Csaba's lap. László,
seated next to where Margit had been, smiled openly as he moved his
chair in to close the gap.

The pool game proceeded quietly, but with an intensity beyond that
produced by the clicking of the colored balls, whereas the board game
went along with good-natured cries of triumph and defeat. It was clear,
though, that Csaba's and László's attention was diverted from the game
whenever Anna bent over the billiard table to take a shot. György was
uncomfortable with his back to the pool table, able to see only how the
other men's eyes strayed in that direction.

None of that attention was lost on Anna. She was aware of the tension
in the room, a tension having nothing to do with either contest going
on.

The board game reached its conclusion amid howls and exclamations.
Zsófia was the grand winner with Ilona a close second. László had come
in last, with the rest of the men all near the bottom of the scoring.
The Szakály's mercilessly teased the older couple with remarks about
how Zsó might take her forfeit from Laci later, in bed. Csaba grinned
and Margit looked embarrassed.

Dorottya grudgingly announced that it was almost "movie time," and so
the gamers packed up the board and pieces. The billiard game had come
to a tie, and Anna was willing to leave it so, but Peti demanded
resolution. László suggested a "sudden death" closure. He would set the
balls in a difficult position, and the first to make a point would win.

"Ladies first," he intoned, setting up the balls.

Anna studied the position, and with all eyes on her, took her shot and
missed. Amid groans from the others, László set the balls again for
Peti, who made the point. The older man shook his hand.

To her own surprise, Anna planted a kiss on Peti's cheek. György said,
"Maybe I should play billiards tomorrow," and Ilona hit him on the
shoulder.

There was a choice of two movies on the TV; a comedy on vampire themes
and an American mystery-thriller. A vote was called for and the mystery
won. Everyone took places on the couches and loungers where they had
sat last evening, and without being asked, Peti turned off all the
lamps but one, as he had last night, before seating himself next to his
former opponent.

The film had barely begun when Anna felt Peti's hand massaging the back
of her neck. It actually felt good to her, relaxing some tense muscles.
Aware that her action might encourage the youth to more daring actions,
she turned away from him and leaned back.

Peti was indeed encouraged. Did she actually like his neck massage? Oh,
how he would like to massage other parts of her anatomy! He carefully
looked around at the others to see if anyone was watching. No one was,
everyone's attention was wrapped up in the action on the TV screen.
Peti's hands slipped down Anna's back, gently stroking, then massaging
along her spine. Peti couldn't help but notice the absence of a strap.
 From the way that her blouse had jiggled during the billiard game he
had thought she was without a bra, but now his suspicion was confirmed.

The back rub felt good to Anna. She hadn't realized how the tension in
the room had produced tension in her back muscles. Carefully avoiding
the thought that it was "peeping" Peti, the furtive witness to her
afternoon accident, she relaxed and allowed his hands on her back to
soothe her. However his fingers snagged on the open knitting of her
sweater, and the third time it happened he muttered an exclamation.

On the screen, the hero of the movie had just defeated several of the
"bad guys," but an explosion sent him head-first over a railing to hang
over a precipice by his fingertips. As the background music rose and
the viewers gasped in unison, Peti insinuated a hand under the sweater.

"The little devil," Anna thought as the other hand joined the first.
But the back rub felt so good that she decided to allow it. "Just on my
back, though" she thought, "and on top of the blouse."

The boy's thoughts were careening wildly. "She has to have noticed," he
told himself. The soft cotton of the blouse felt smooth and warm, and
he imagined how silky her skin might feel.

Seated as he was, partly beside and partly behind her, he could see the
shape of her nearside breast, its fullness emphasized as the sweater's
woolen weave was drawn against it by the action of his hand and arm on
her spine. His imagination substituted what it could from the memory of
that afternoon's momentary glimpse. And just below the slightly
elevated hem of the sweater, encased in the tight white slacks, the
swell of her hip and her pert moon-round buns were the only sights to
draw his attention away from that other melon-like shape.

It was almost inevitable that when next the TV action rose to a high
pitch, Peti's right hand strayed from its track along Anna's spine,
wandering eastward over her back toward her underarm. Anna clamped her
upper arm against her side, turned her head slightly and whispered,
"No."

The hand unwillingly returned to her spine, but on its next journey
downward, it exited from under the wool to glide softly over her hip.
Instinctively, she rotated her upper arm forward, forming a rampart
about her boob with the crook of her elbow. Then, when his other hand
descended as well, Anna hugged both arms close against her sides and
tits. This of course had the effect of abandoning the regions to the
south to Peti's mild invasion. His fingers trailed over, and his palms
attempted to enclose, her white-duck-covered nether charms.

Anna was torn between two opposing reactions. Embarrassed to be fondled
by a nerdy boy in a room full of people, even though darkened, but at
the same time stirred by his gentle touches, she considered admonishing
him, even moving away, but in the end did nothing.

And Peti also, acutely aware of the others in the room, his parents and
little sister among them, kept his touching of her to a level just
beyond the acceptable. Even though his hands itched to examine by
direct contact the delights he had spied upon that very afternoon. Even
though his confined erection grew almost painful.

When, too soon for either of the pair, the TV movie ended with the hero
triumphant, leaving wrecked buildings and smashed vehicles in his wake,
and kissing the Sweet Young Thing, Peti was unable to stand without
being mortified. Fortunately, his mother asked Dori to turn on the
lights on her way up to bed.

No one wished to watch the news, so the TV was switched off and a
discussion of the movie's events begun over some snacks raided from the
kitchen.

György offered to pour the last of the wine for Anna, saying it would
help her sleep. For a moment Anna thought he might have seen something
of what had transpired, but then realized that he meant after the
excitement of the movie. She politely refused, saying that she really
wasn't a drinker. To Anna's mild surprise, Margit accepted the offer.

After a polite interval of time, Anna stood, stretched and excused
herself. The others chimed in, agreeing it was time to pack it in. So
they all marched upstairs to their rooms.

Her night preparations made, Anna stood before the mirror, gazing at
her reflection, asking it what was going on that she had allowed "that
nerdy boy" to touch her, to even fondle her butt, albeit "safely"
encased in her trousers? Idly, her fingers trailed over her hips and
over her naked butt cheeks. Her hands squeezed the half-tanned moons.
Her breasts began to tingle.

Anna shook her head at her reflection, turned out the light and crept
between the covers. She drew the bed-covers over her body, and doing so
raked the sheet over her engorged nipples. With a barely audible moan,
she turned on her side and hugged her pillow to her chest, rubbing it
against her sensitized nipples. One hand returned to her ass to take in
the feel of its smooth skin. She drew her knees up and a corner of the
pillow slipped between her thighs. Her unoccupied hand pushed against
the pillow, pressing it down to clear her breasts. Now both hands,
filled with soft melon-shaped objects, though at different ends of the
body, began to knead and squeeze. Of themselves, her thighs wrapped
around the pillow, and her body began to writhe in the darkness. Soft
sounds like those of a tiny forest creature escaped her throat. The
wriggling and clenching increased in pitch, and at last her body froze,
then twitched with convulsions for a few seconds as she fought not to
cry out. Had there been light to see by, one would have noted how her
mouth worked open and shut, how her pretty face was contorted, how her
tanned upper chest and her ears reddened, how her muscles tightened and
relaxed in waves of spasms.

When at last she relaxed, with a gentle sigh, Anna straightened out her
legs and was instantly asleep.

		***

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