The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 3

... turned his head, quickly examining her. She was barefoot, had bikini bottoms, a less than modest bikini top in which her large breasts were hammocked, and big Ray-Ban sunglasses. ‘Oh, that’s grand Mrs. Barton. Ta.'

‘I think it’s Samantha now isn’t it Gary?' She fluttered.

‘Aye, I’ll give it a go. See how I get on.’ He replied, much to her amusement. She always liked such humorous deference.

‘Of course, I would like to be more formal when my daughter is around, that’s natural isn’t it? Oh, and Rachel and I are going to lounge by the pool while there’s still some sun, we won’t be too much of a distraction will we?'

Gary thought this through, presumably Rachel too would be similarly dressed, and the sun was still hot enough for them to need plenty of sun tan lotion. ‘No, Mrs…Samantha. No distraction at all.' He replied.

Promisingly she had also brought a wine bottle and a glass with her as from the house plodded Rachel, carrying a small cool bag. She too wore a swimsuit, though one that was far less scandalous than Samantha's. She looked at Gary nervously as she placed the bag next to her mother. ‘Oh, thanks sweetie. Why don’t you say hello to Mr. Fowler?’

Rachel gulped and spoke. ‘Hello Mr. Fowler.’ She drawled.

‘There, that wasn’t so difficult was it. I declare you will be death of me from worrying.’

As the pair lay on the loungers, Rachel consistently avoided staring at Gary’s sun stained bare torso, taking only furtive glances as he worked and Gary ...

... only briefly examined the revealingly clothed teenage girl, as the reflective lenses her mother wore gave no indication of the direction in which she was looking. However, It did not go past his notice that Rachel’s large breasts had an architectural quality about them and that the swimsuit she wore gave them a gravity defying appearance with her stomach below being quite flat and trim. Her bottom too, was stable and supportive. This was only a slight contrast to the attractive roundness in her mother’s.

Gary had done as he had been told by Samantha and had restrained from any sexual activity until their return and it was under these circumstances that he began feeling the little twitch in his underpants that might, if left, demonstrate his moral weakness. He decided to work facing away from the two recumbent females.

His work was not then interrupted by a request from Samantha. ‘Oh, give me a refresh sweetie darling' she asked her daughter. It was a request for more sun tan lotion. It was followed by another a while later. ‘Mmm, just a little lower honey. That’s right.’

Gary was finding that his imagination was doing what his eyes were not. He was developing a strong erection. ‘Under the straps darling. Yes, that’s it.' He looked beneath his armpit. Samantha had turned over and Rachel was liberally spreading the lotion in a naively seductive manner. This vantage point gave him a wonderful side view of Rachel’s contained boobs which swung from side to side with her arm ...