The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 3

... her arms and pushed out her chest, petulantly. ‘There!’ she said. ‘Satisfied!’

Gary only needed a glance to appreciate the structural beauty of this partially naked girl. Despite her young age, each breast had a rich fullness and swept upward to a babies dummy of a nipple high on their most outward part. Below, a firm rounded balloon of mammary flesh hung, pulled upward by the tight connective tissue that was the upper part of her chest. Both of the lovely offerings danced and jolted as Rachel tapped her feet sullenly.

‘There is no need for that attitude young lady!’ scolded Samantha. ‘Now, Mr. Fowler do you have one moment please, could you look to see what is wrong with this sun chair?'

Gary anxiously stood, very aware that his erection, if not carefully concealed, would be very noticeable to sharp young eyes, he crabbed his way sideways over to where Samantha and Rachel were standing and looked at the problem. ‘Aye, there’s a little catch here like, that you need to lift to put this swingin' arm back in, ‘ere ya’ go.'

The seat back was secured at an appropriate angle and Samantha began to demonstrate her gratitude in the first way her tipsy state instinctively decided. By flinching away from her attempted embrace, Gary had upset the delicate balance of forces in his underpants and a large bulge appeared to the left side of his fly.

Rachel, now sitting, was given an eye level view of this new feature and gasped. Then began to giggle playfully. Samantha was ...

... unhappy with her post-nubile daughter. ‘Rachel, don’t be so rude!’ then as her daughter’s face became more shocked by her own annoyance, she sat beside her daughter. ‘Oh, poppet, don’t be upset, I didn’t mean to…oh.' She took her hand. ‘Remember that day when Uncle David embarrassed himself in front of everyone at his birthday party?’ Rachel nodded. ‘Remember what we did?'

‘We ignored it Mummy.'

‘Yes darling, we have to just ignore those little indiscretions that happen to men don’t we? Then we can all be civilised and no one will think any worse of anyone. Mnn?’

Rachel nodded, but this interesting little conversation wasn’t helping the frenzy in Gary’s trouser area. The pair resumed their attitudes on the sun-loungers, Samantha lying face down, wine glass in reach and Rachel lying on her back, pressing her newly exposed tits upward. Gary resumed his work once more, trying to exorcise the thoughts that plagued him. He was beginning to have some success until from the corner of his eye he once again felt the eyes of the teenage girl upon him once more as she adopted a new position, twisted a little on her side, away from her mother. He glanced over to catch the averted gaze over her shoulder and noticed the blush on her cheeks and the richness of her lips, glistening like late summer fruit.

He scraped the cement on another tile and moved to lay it on it’s well prepared bed. He placed the spacers and set the line and held the tile delicately between his fingers, but ...