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Title: 	Anna's Story Chapter Six
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
ethics of your tribe.
     Batteries and Kleenex not included.

	Anna's Story
	Paco Andante
	
	Chapter six (of Nine)
	5883 words

Morning dawned brightly on Lake Balaton. As the sun peered over the
horizon, an unbroken blue dome of sky promised a good day for swimming,
playing beach games, and of course for sunbathing. Had the sun been at
all interested, he might have seen Anna, having already completed her
morning visit to the lavatory and peering out of her window. As far as
she could tell, she was the only guest awake.

Moved by the unbroken stillness and tranquility of the scene, the young
woman left her room and descended softly to the porch, clad only in her
robe and slippers. She breathed the fresh lake air, and watched as
Apollo's flaming chariot rose above the horizon, chasing away the
lingering darkness and replacing it with long shadows, shadows that no
longer completely hid their contents.

She was suddenly seized by an urge to step out of her slippers, open
and drop her robe and step into the dew-dampened grass to dance naked
under the oak tree like a Pagan goddess, perhaps the huntress, Diana.
But she only smiled and wrapped the robe a bit more tightly around her
body and watched the sunrise, pondering that her vacation was nearly at
an end, and today would be her last full day here.

"Ho, Anna!" the gruff but pleasant voice of Attila the caretaker
interrupted her reverie. As he walked up the drive, followed by his
wife, he cheerfully continued, "You are up early today."

"Good morning to you both," Anna responded. "It looks like today will
be a great day."

Little did she guess what this day would bring.

		***

At breakfast the usual banter went on, about the previous evening's
movie mixed with speculation about the fine day that seemed ahead. Even
the usually reticent Margit and Csaba seemed more outgoing, even
sharing a little about the rare plants they had found so far and their
enthusiasm for finding more. Even Ilona, though solicitous of her
daughter as always, seemed inclined to relax her vigil over Dorottya
and the playmates she might find at the public beach later.

"I suppose you will be taking the sun again, Anna?" Zsófia asked
pleasantly.

"Well, yes. I want to get as much as I can because tomorrow I must go
back to the Capital."

Péter covered his alarm at this news by feigning a cough.

"Oh, that's too bad," László said, "we'll miss you."

Zsó gave him a look that brought smiles to the faces of the others, but
then added to Anna pleasantly, "Yes, indeed we shall."

"And I will miss all of you," Anna smiled.

Margit and Csaba excused themselves to get ready for their day's hike,
and Anna smiled her leave as well.

		***

Upstairs, Anna prepared herself for her sunbathing. Standing naked
before the mirror, she inspected the progress of her tan lines and
found them satisfactory.

"I'll go back home looking very sexy," she thought, turning slowly.
"Another day in the sun will make me really brown."

She noticed a little underarm fuzz, and thinking, "I don't want to look
like Margit- actually, though, on her, with that very red color, it's
not bad."

A little attention to her underarms and then to her "bikini lines" with
scissors and razor from her travel kit and she felt better. Coating
herself with lotion and donning the blue swimsuit, she was ready.

Armed with her sunglasses, towels, lotion and water bottle, she
proceeded downstairs to collect another book, this time a thin one, for
she had only the one day left to read it. On her way to the library,
she met the Szakály family, minus the boy, on their way to enjoy the
public beach. They smiled and waved at her, and as they passed through
the front door, she heard Dori say to her mother, "When I grow up I
want to look like her!" Anna smiled and grabbed a book of proper
thickness at random and left The Mansion.

Back on the weathered wooden platform, Anna spread her beach towel and
set out her things. She took a moment to look at her surroundings- and
for evidence of her hidden audience. Somehow today everything seemed
sharper and clearer. From the reeds wearing their fronds like the
headdresses of a tribe of savages, to the little waves dancing like
shards of glass on the face of the lake, and even the opposite shore 14
kilometers away, everything seemed crisp and sparkling today.

"Oh, it's so good to be alive today," she thought, and settled down to
bake and read.

		***

The Szakály boy, Péter was not with his family on their way to the
public beach because he was in his room, stunned. Although in the back
of his mind he had known that "all things come to an end," he hadn't
considered that Anna would be leaving tomorrow. He stood looking out
the window and saw Anna disappear into the reed path toward the little
platform, and quickly changed into bathing trunks lest he miss a moment
of ogling.

Somehow, the lake water seemed cool to him this morning as he carefully
made his way to his hiding place among the thick reeds. But he quickly
warmed up when he saw Anna reclining peacefully and beautifully, her
now nicely bronzed skin looking soft and tantalizing.

Attuned to the soft rustle of the water plants in the gentle breeze,
Anna became aware of the sounds of Peti's approach even before he
reached his post. She was amused at his persistence, and debated
letting on that she was aware of his observations. She smiled to
herself at the thought. Would it spoil his pleasure if she owned up?
What would be his reaction if she invited him to join her? How is it
that he seems so timid in daytime, yet showed such boldness at night?

A wicked part of her considered giving him a show, all under the
"protection" of his not knowing that she knew. After all, for all that
the boy knew, she thought she was secure in her privacy. Any act she
might perform, anything she might reveal, would be "innocent," wouldn't
it?

She giggled a bit, but put the thought aside, deciding to let it be.
Nonetheless, a lingering thrill remained at the thought. And the memory
of his touches last night came to her unbidden. He had been tentative,
so like a little boy, but at the same time so like those of a man
reaching out to a woman, even massaging her tense neck as he had.

"His hands did feel good; what if I had let him touch my breast- just a
little, from the side?" she mused. "With everyone right in the room,
nothing more could have happened... how exciting it would have been for
him... Alright, I admit, for us both. Maybe even let him have a good
handful... it feels so good when someone else squeezes them...

"But he's just a boy! And a geeky one at that. Those awful eyeglasses!
Haha, young as he is, I bet his pecker is tiny!"

But then she immediately admonished herself, "Stop that, girl! How
could you think such things!"

Vexed with herself, Anna turned over onto her stomach, a protective
move. She somehow felt less vulnerable that way than on her back. She
almost called out to her silent watcher, but something kept her from
doing so. Instead, her hands crept to her back and untied the strap of
her bikini top. So as not to interrupt the tan on her back, of course.

To turn her mind away from the impish thoughts that seemed to come from
nowhere, she opened the little book she had selected without really
looking at it. She skipped the title page and the preface, and dove
right into the first tale.

It was a contemporary erotic anthology. As she read the first story,
she found herself identifying with Maria, the female protagonist, and
despite her misgivings at the explicit nature of the depicted scenes,
she became absorbed in her reading.

Hidden in his reedy emplacement, Peti watched, also absorbed, as Anna
rolled again onto her back and carefully adjusted her bikini bra.

In the book, Maria's lover was making her perform increasingly
degrading acts, and Anna found herself simultaneously fascinated and
repulsed as Maria continued to submit to his demands.

"I would never do that!" she thought. But wasn't there a growing
thrill, even a bit of dampness between her thighs? Didn't her breasts
tingle?

In Anna's view the tale ended in a disturbing manner, without a real
resolution, leaving Maria tied naked to a Saint Andrew's cross awaiting
her lover's next debasement.

But she read on.

The second narrative concerned incest, though nothing abusive; a
teen-aged brother and sister who discovered a mutual lust for one
another, and their struggle to justify their desire to themselves and
each other. The writer disclosed, in minute detail, how they were drawn
together, how they began tentative exploration, then furtive manual
play, and how that act became a regular activity and progressed to
daily oral acts and on to that which is forbidden for reason of
consanguinity.

The next story in the collection featured a precocious but rather
arrogant schoolboy's attempts to seduce his attractive, young teacher.
Anna found the situation both humorous and strangely provocative. The
author had not dwelt on the teacher's feelings and she wondered about
them. Was it the boy that charmed her or was it the situation? That he
was her student? Eventually his effort was successful, but then who had
seduced whom?

Lost to her for the moment, was the parallel to Anna's own situation,
with a youngster avidly peering at her from his concealment among the
water plants. She put the book down and gazed at a small white cloud as
it cruised slowly across the blue, blue like her almost forgotten
bikini. Her hands began to trace their way over her belly, upward to
feel the edge of her ribcage, and ventured further. Her thighs, pressed
together, began to scissor slightly as her hands reached the untanned
slopes of her twin mounds.

Only at the last possible moment did Anna recall that she was not
alone; that bespectacled eyes peered at her from the reeds. She
carefully sat up and checked the time. It was almost time for the day
meal, so she re-tied her bikini top, gathered her things and returned
to The Mansion, her mind in turmoil, though she did not recognize why.

		***

Dinner went much as the breakfast had, with lively conversation. The
hikers had packed a meal and were absent once more, but the others made
no mention of their nonattendance. Nor was there any mention of Anna's
impending departure. Instead, the talk was mostly of an impromptu game
at the public beach, and how little Doti had been an unexpected star.

Mrs. Szabó, as she served the dessert, announced that supper would be a
bit early today because her husband was taking her to a dance and
costume party at their church. She hoped no one would be
inconvenienced. No one objected.

		***

Afterwards, back out on the dock, Anna established herself quickly in
the sun and with the book. She felt guilty and nasty at reading the at
times very explicit descriptions of various sex acts, but at the same
time intoxicated by what she read. Story after story, different unusual
sexual situations were depicted, often in embarrassing detail. From the
most "plain vanilla" to what seemed to her to be extremely "kinky," all
manner of activity was depicted or at least touched upon.

But what most confounded her was her own reaction. Although she
decorously kept her hands on the book and away from her body, in fact
she felt an exciting, liquid sensation welling in her midsection, and
there was an unaccountable itchy dampness growing in her loins. She
found herself more than merely engrossed, but relating to and even
identifying with the people in the narratives.

She was just in the midst of a tale of an attractive woman who
delighted in, and even achieved orgasm through, exhibiting herself to a
randomly selected man in public places, when a tell-tale quiet
disturbance among the reeds interrupted her thoughts with a reminder
that she had an audience herself.

"Hee, hee!" she chuckled aloud. "What if I give him a little show after
all?" she thought. "I am leaving tomorrow and that will be the end of
it anyway. But, oh wow, won't he remember it? Maybe remember it
forever."

With a deliberate air of nonchalance as if she felt nothing peculiar,
and knew nothing of her hidden observer, Anna stood and undulated to
the edge of the dock. Sitting down, at the corner where she knew her
admirer was able to see, she gently lowered herself into the water. It
only came up to her navel, but felt cool and sweet after the sun's
heat. She squatted down and as she did the loose bikini top floated up,
its back string waving in the gentle swells.

Smiling wickedly to herself, she drew the neck strap over her head and
tossed the scrap of cloth up onto the dock and near her other
belongings.

Instantly she regretted her impulsive act, her conservative side
realizing that now she had no way to retrieve the top, no way to gain
the dock without revealing her proud tits in all their glory to her
under-aged admirer. For several minutes, she only splashed around,
keeping in the water nearly to her neck, while the wicked Anna was
warring internally with the more wicked one that had been emboldened by
her vicarious experiences from the book.

Finally the more daring Anna won out, and she boldly regained the dock,
boobs swaying magnificently as she hoisted her body onto the aged wood.
She walked almost casually back to her towel, shedding lake water and
adjusting the suit bottoms and facing directly toward the concealed
watcher. An almost inaudible splash, actually more like a wet ripple,
let her know that the show did not go unappreciated as she bent to pick
up the smaller towel.

Surrendering to an exhibitionist urge, as she slowly toweled off her
dripping body, she half-turned to provide her audience a magnificent
profile view.

Peti was thunderstruck. The women he had admired in his internet
navigation had been mostly beautiful, some with bigger tits and some
with smaller, but certainly, in his view, none that were more shapely
and attractive. And for sure no picture, even moving ones, could not
compete with the live show unfolding before his eyes.

She dried her legs while standing, and thereby displaying hanging
delights. Then Anna began to towel off her back, draping the towel over
her shoulders and thrusting her bosom forward as she drew the towel
back and forth across her back.

Merely being topless would have been no more than would have been seen
at any nude beach, but the wicked half of Anna turned the fundamentally
practical act, that of drying herself after her plunge, into a
sensuous, if not outright sexual, scene, embellishing every move for
Peti's benefit- and for her own. She closed her eyes as she sensuously
dried her boobs, lifting them, running the towel into the valley
between, mashing them against her chest wall.

There was still an hour or so with the sun high enough for good
tanning, so Anna sat and began to anoint her body with lotion to
replace that washed away. Moving slowly, she coated her legs, her
torso, and by dint of some interesting contortions, her back. None of
those contortions, presenting her breasts in various ways, escaped
Peti's joyous attention.

Then, filling her hands generously with lotion, Anna proceeded to do
what Peti's hands longed to do- to caress and squeeze her tits. It felt
so good to Anna, the warm sun on her back, her lotion-lubricated
fingers caressing her breasts, her thumbs idly tracing over her
still-erect nipples, that she almost lost herself in the sensations.

But then the conservative Anna admonished her to stop and lie down, and
cover herself, even if only with the tiny triangles of her almost
forgotten bikini top.

Eventually the rays of the lowering sun no longer promoted tanning and
the stories in the little book had been consumed.  Wistfully, Anna
gathered her things for the last time, at least on this vacation. Her
wicked inner half imagined walking back to The Mansion with the top
untied, or even topless, proudly exhibiting her beautifully tan lined
tities. She giggled but tied her top in place and returned to The
Mansion properly attired.

		***

Back in The Mansion, sticky with lotion and sweat, robed and slippered,
Anna headed for the showers. In her strange mood, it was a relief to
her that she was alone in the lavatory. She hung her robe on a peg,
kicked off her slippers and turned on the water. After adjusting the
temperature of the stream, she entered the stall and drew the curtain.

How pleasant the warm needles of the spray felt on her sun-baked skin!
She turned lazily, letting the water sooth her all over before reaching
for the soap. She stepped back out of the stream and lathered herself,
adorning her tanned body with white streaks of suds. Still
soap-covered, she reached for the shampoo and worked some into her
blonde tresses.

"Now I am the queen of bubbles," she giggled to herself.

She leaned back against the far wall of the stall and let the foamy
feeling sink into her body. Re-soaping her hands, she caressed her
tummy and her breasts, feeling the lasciviousness of her self-massage.

Her thoughts returned to the afternoon, and her shameless erotic
display to her under-aged observer, and the strange vicarious thrill
she had experienced doing it. Her hands strayed over her hips and
buttocks, spreading lather, but also awakening profounder sensations.

She turned her face to the wall and pressed her tits against the cold
tiles, sending a shiver down her spine and bringing her nipples to
erection. She pressed herself harder against the wall, mashing her
boobs almost flat and resting her forehead on it, and a trickle of
shampoo-laden water ran down her temple to her cheek. The feel of that
trickle, warm and viscous, and the feel of her compressed breasts
against the wall, coupled with her hands soaping her backside, was so
erotic, so evocative, that her hands left their appointed duty and
began to knead and maul her breasts. She began to press her thighs hard
together and lightly scissor them, bending at the waist and knees.

Had anyone entered the women's lavatory at that time, they might have
speculated at the gasps and soft vocalizations almost covered by the
sound of water, but none did. Her flight into a private world was her
very own, her secret. She stepped back into the warm stream to rinse,
her ears and collarbone flushed, though not by the water's heat.

But far from providing relief, it only left her feeling more naughty.

		***

Supper was indeed a bit early. Perhaps an hour before the usual time,
Mrs. Szabó rang the bell, and the guests assembled. Perhaps to
compensate for the imagined inconvenience, a sumptuous cold repast had
been set, with warm bread, sliced meats, cheeses, salad and several
kinds of home-made pickled things. And desserts worthy of
establishments in Budapest or Vienna were set on the sideboard along
with an urn of coffee.

Anna made something of a grand entrance, coming downstairs a bit later
than the others. She had selected clothes that matched her frame of
mind while still maintaining decorum, the white gypsy blouse, worn off
the shoulder and revealing her tanned midriff, without a bra of course,
and a pair of sheer blue palazzo pants, slitted up each leg to
mid-thigh and nearly transparent except where the integrated blue
shorts were underneath. A pair of gold sandals and thin gold chain
about her neck completed the outfit. Needless to say, the reactions of
the other guests did not disappoint her.

The others were also well dressed. Margit wore a backless and rather
short green dress over red tights, a combination that accentuated her
hair color and stressed her slender figure, Ilona wore a pants suit in
cream with red trimming and even Zsófia looked ten years younger in a
basic black dress accented with a simple pearl necklace. As though they
all had agreed to dress for Anna's farewell supper, the men also were
sressed up, in light colored suits with pastel dress shirts, though
without ties. Young Dori looked cute in a plaid skirt and white
sweater.

Only Peti, in shorts and T-shirt, looked like a vacationer.

Hardly had the guests gotten seated when Mr. and Mrs. Szabó appeared,
dressed in traditional Hungarian folk dress instead of their accustomed
work clothes. Mrs. Szabó apologized again for the early supper, and as
she requested that the uneaten food be put away in the refrigerator,
her husband took her arm.

"Well, you two look wonderful," Zsófia gushed, obviously pleasing the
Szabó couple. "Have a wonderful time!"

"Dance your boots thin," Ilona added.

All joined in wishing them well, saying, "See you tomorrow," and "Tell
us about it at breakfast."

As they left, young Peti added, "See you."

Under her breath, and so quietly that only the boy could hear, Anna
muttered, "Yes, you did."

He sat with his eyes and mouth wide, wondering at the remark.

After a few remarks to one another about the caretaker couple,
complimenting them, the table-talk turned to the day's past activities,
and then to the evening's TV fare. Once again, news and game shows
predominated until later in the evening.

György announced that they had met some people at the public beach that
afternoon, and that they had invited the Szakálys and everyone to an
outdoor party that evening.

"Why don't you all come along," he smiled. "They made it clear that
everyone was invited. They said that they had strung lights in the
trees and would have music for dancing."

Young Peti had been quiet after Anna's remark, but his hungry glances
her way did not escape her attention, even if they had gone unnoticed
by the others. His eyes ever gravitated to the twin mounds softly
jiggling under the gypsy blouse. No doubt his mind's eye was recreating
the sight of them bare. He did not want to go and hoped that Anna would
not either.

"That sounds like fun," Csaba said, enthusiastically. "What do you
think, Manyi, dear? Shall we go?"

With a shake of her fiery red tresses, the pale girl agreed.

The Némeths declined, and wished the younger people a good time. "We'll
just watch that comedy later."

Although usually ready for a party, the combination of wicked feelings
and Peti's hungry looks conspired against Anna's better judgment, and
she declined as well.

"I'm pretty tired," she said, "And besides I'll be getting up early to
pack. Thank you, but I'll just watch TV, too."

Zsófia began taking away dishes and the untouched food, and enrolled
the others, even the men, in helping. As they carried plates into the
kitchen, Anna lightly bumped into Peti, "accidentally" pressing her
boobs against his arm.

"Oh! Sorry," she apologized.

"I'm not," he whispered.

At last, the table cleared and all put in order, Anna, the Némeths and
Peti moved to the entertainment room, while the others, Dori included,
excitedly left The Mansion for the party.

László and Zsófia turned the TV to a news station and took up residence
in the wide couch directly before the set, leaving Anna and Peti to the
billiard table.

Feigning a calm he did not feel, Peti invited her, "Shall we play?"

Picking up a cue stick and gently chalking the tip, Anna smiled,
"Haven't we been all along?"

Young Péter stood as though he had been slapped. "What did she mean?"
he asked himself as he watched the slender form of the young woman set
up the table.

She flipped a coin for first shot, catching it as it arced over the
table. She struck a pose, catching the coin in one hand and her other
hand covering it, her nicely rounded rump protruding, and said, "Call
it, Peti."

Flustered, neither his eyes nor his thoughts on the coin, the young man
answered, "Tails!" and then turned pink.

Anna grinned and uncovered the coin, "Tails it is," and stepped back to
let him at the table.

Had anyone paid attention, they might have noticed that the players at
the billiard table were not playing at their usual levels. Anna was
missing shots as she paid more attention to how she was posing, and
Peti watching her instead of analyzing the opportunities on the table.

Actually, László might have noticed something, or perhaps it was only
that he hoped for a repeat of the peep-show last time she had worn that
blouse, but he made sure to sit so that he could easily turn toward the
table.

The game proceeded, although with fewer points being scored- at least
on the table. But László was disappointed, at least as regards his
hopes for a furtive view of mammalian charms, but certainly got many an
eyeful of leg and blue-clad bottom.

"I think I see an opportunity there," Anna said to Peti as she bent
low, squinting across the table toward the wall- and Peti, who was
distractedly chalking his cue.

"Oh?" he responded, his eyes not on the table, but somewhat above.

"Yes, see? Like this," she answered, gesturing with her cue. That
action causing an even greater revelation to the boy's hungry eyes.

"Oh, yes, I see."

The TV became loud as the announcer gave soccer results, with clips of
the games, complete with cheering.

"So you think I can do it?" Peti remarked, also gesturing with his cue.

Anna shrugged, a twinkle in her eye, "Well, you can try."

Péter took his time lining up the shot, then took it. The ball sailed
across the table, it all looked good, but then it missed the second
kiss by a hair's breadth.

"Better luck later," Anna remarked.

"Doesn't seem to be my lucky day," he observed.

"Oh, no?" Anna grinned. "I thought otherwise."

Peti began to think, "Does she know I was watching? Did she show her
jugs on purpose?" But he refrained from commenting on it.

To find her shots, Anna frequently looked at the table from this angle
and that, often bending low over it and sighting along her cue. At each
position, the gypsy blouse fell open at the bodice, teasing and
tantalizing the boy with hints of what had been revealed this
afternoon, albeit at a greater distance.

		***

As agreed, the billiard game ended when the movie was about to begin.
The score, much lower than in past evenings, was three to two in Anna's
favor. Once again, without being asked, Peti turned the lights off as
the comedy film began.

The Némeths moved closer to one another, almost curled up together, on
the couch directly in front of the set, and once again, the billiard
opponents settled in the smaller couch behind it. But this time, as she
sat down, Anna allowed the slitted leg of her trousers, the one nearest
to Peti, to fall open revealing a tanned and shapely leg.

As the opening credits flashed on the screen and the film's signature
music played, young Peti's hands immediately began to move. Without
hesitating tonight, perhaps emboldened by his parents' absence. he
began to massage her bare shoulders. Anna closed her eyes and leaned
forward slightly.

"I feel so... so wicked tonight," she thought to herself, as she
luxuriated in the relaxing sensation. "His hands feel so good, even
though it's not right."

The hands gradually moved down her back, over the shoulder blades, and
down over the smooth cloth at the back of the blouse. Contacting bare
skin once more, the hands massaged the muscles of her lower back.

His whisper covered by the antics of Inspector Clouseau and Chief
Dreyfus, Peti asked, "Does that feel good?"

"Mm-hum," Anna responded dreamily.

But the hands did not remain at the muscles of the lower back. They
massaged their way first downward, onto the firm globes of Anna's
bottom. Their kneading felt really neat to her, so she angled her body
slightly forward, but of course since she was seated, his access was
severely limited. Next, the hands angled upward, going under the
blouse's hem, being careful not to disturb the garment itself- at least
not from the viewpoint of the older couple, should one of them turn to
look.

This time, as Peti's hands made their way to Anna's sides, her arms did
not clamp down, she did not turn with a stern look and whisper, "no."
Instead, her body leaned back a bit. Peti's hands continued forward,
touching the edges of soft mounds of flesh. And they reached further,
gradually cupping their soft yet firm fullness. He savored the feel of
them, the weight of them, their yielding firmness.

In addition to the sensations in her breasts, Anna felt a certain
tingling sensation in her belly, not unlike that which had seized her
that afternoon, a feeling of letting go, and of a delightful sort of
depravity.

Her mind only partly following the comic action on the screen, Anna
nevertheless was inspired to laughter at one point, and Peti's palms
experienced the delight of jiggling flesh gently held. His thumbs
gravitated to the slight protrusions of her nipples. They stroked
gently, the nubbins hardened and lengthened, the thumbs stroked more
firmly and a gasp, having nothing to do with the TV action, escaped
Miki's throat, and the young woman leaned back onto the boy's chest.

His forefingers joined his thumbs, surrounding and pinching the
protrusions while his other fingers squeezed, held and lifted what they
surrounded.

Péter had never touched, not to speak of held, live breasts before. He
tried hard to be quiet, not to publicize his actions, lest it alert
Laci or Zsó, but his breath became ragged despite his efforts. And the
bulge in his trousers was evident.

"This is so bad," Anna thought, a leaden weight forming in her stomach.
"He's feeling me up in public- and I'm letting him. How embarrassing if
one of them should turn and see."

But she did not stop him, even crossing her arms lightly over her
breasts- and Peti's hands- to cover the squeezing and thrumming going
on under the blouse. Peti could not believe how exciting Anna's "milk
wagons" felt, how rubbery-soft her nipples were between his fingers.

At the same time, Anna could not believe that a boy of only thirteen
was turning her on so, but her "other side" was urging her on, saying,
"You're going home tomorrow. You'll never see any of them again. So,
why not? It feels so good. Let him have his way..."

Her boobs had been erotically sensitive since they started to grow
years ago, and Anna was becoming very turned on. A fleeting thought
passed through her mind; she was glad she had worn cotton panties since
the palazzo pants showed any hint of wetness so obviously. She pressed
her forearms against his blouse-covered hands, urging him to squeeze
harder. Peti complied.

A part of Anna was in turmoil. She felt guilty for allowing this boy
such liberties with her body- her breasts- and in so open a setting,
with the older couple seated just in front of them. Yet, another part
of her reveled in the wickedness of submitting to his attentions, and
the danger of discovery only added to it.

The movie was interrupted by a commercial break, and László began to
get up. Peti quickly removed his hands from under Anna's blouse,
placing them strategically in his lap to cover the evidence of his
arousal. Anna was embarrassed, certain that the hard points of her
aroused nipples would show through the thin cloth of her blouse.

"Would either of you like something from the kitchen," the older man
asked. "I'm going to see if there is some soda..."

"Oh, no thank you, uncle," Anna replied with a disarming smile, and
Peti added, "No, thanks."

As he went out to the kitchen, Zsófia turned and remarked, "That poor
man, Chief Inspector Dreyfus!"

Anna laughed, "Yes. Herbert Lom plays him well, don't you think?"

The older man returned with two ice-filled glasses of some bubbly
liquid, handed one to his wife and sat back down just as the movie
started again.

Peti lost no time getting his hands back onto the fleshy pillows and
under the cloth. The gentle massage he had been providing began to turn
more brusk, becoming more like mashing. Far from being unwelcome, the
rough treatment only fueled Anna's lustful feelings, loaded on top of
the memory of how she had thrilled at baring those same objects to his
view that afternoon. Her nipples felt like they were on fire, boring
their distended points into his palms.

One of Peti's hands left its task of deep breast massage and ventured
downward over er exposed midriff, attempting to insinuate itself under
the waistband of the palazzos, obviously to investigate other female
territory. But that was too much for Anna under the circumstances, and
she took his hand and restored it to her boobs.

At each commercial break, and there seemed a lot of them, she was
granted a moment's reprieve, for in order to avoid discovery, Peti
withdrew until the program resumed. And each time his hands returned to
their labors, they seemed even more eager, even more adventurous and
assertive.

Ever since they had begun to grow years ago, her breasts had always
been erotically sensitive, and the boy's handling of them was having
its effect on Anna. The erotic tingle of excitement in her belly, up to
now due to the situation, to the mental and emotional eroticism of
letting go, of giving in to what he wanted, grew stronger. But now it
was tinged with strong erotic feelings of the body as well. It became
difficult for her to sit still, and she began to squirm slightly in her
seat.

She began to fear that evidence of her arousal might reach the nose of
the older couple.

Well before the end of the movie Anna reached a decision. At a lull in
the program, she gently pried Peti's hands off her well warmed breasts,
stood up and announced that she was tired and bid good night to all.
Peti looked devastated, and appeared to be about to protest, but just
in time he caught himself and, in a sullen voice gave her a good night
as well.

As Anna knew he would, Peti watched her as she sauntered out of the
room to the staircase, while the Némeths turned back to the set. At the
foot of the stairs, Anna paused, smiled at Peti, pointed at her wrist
watch, then pointed upstairs. Breaking into a broad grin, Peti nodded
his understanding and turned back to watch the TV disinterestedly.

		***

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