The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 3

... was again distracted by the youngster, this time from a subtle movement of her upper arms, her hands being hidden to him by her slightly askew legs, her eyes closed.

The tile was laid and Gary used his square to accurately align it. He was happy and reached for the bag of grouting and in the process became aware of a slight vibration in the back of Rachel’s thighs. Her face now out of sight, he felt safe in watching the activity more closely. The tiny movements were rhythmic. A clink of a glass caused him to look away as her mother took a new slug of wine and turned over to her back, her large breasts flopping over and settling, then after changing her mind, the topless mother flipped back over to her front again.

Gary felt safe now to stare and interpret the young girl. He peered at the gusset of her pale blue bikini bottoms. A small darkened patch had appeared as the skin around it seemed to periodically stretch and rotate. He reached into his underpants again, straightened himself and tried to continue his duties. But his notice was again drawn by Rachel’s face which rose from her prone form to watch him. ‘Ok, then lass’, he thought. ‘I’ll play along with yer’. He rose onto his knees and stretched, allowing the fibre of the muscles in his back to twitch and slacken. Her face disappeared, but the movements in her thighs and bottom increased. He glanced over to Samantha. She seemed blissfully unaware of this pantomime.

In association with the fast beat of Rachel’s ...

... lower half that must have been the cause of her fingers another movement began, a slow lurch of her hips that caused the slightest of creaks in the lounger. Still, her mother did not stir, until she too turned to her side and reached for her glass, away from her daughter, causing that girl to slow, but not stop her self satisfaction.

Gary was transfixed by this show and had stopped all pretence of work, especially as both females seemed to be oblivious to his audience, and he again concentrated on Rachel who began the slow beat of her pelvic region again, out of sequence with a faster, fleshier wobble and an almost silent creak of the recliner. She showed her face again, this time transformed into a tortured grimace and Gary repeated his stretch, this time looking directly at the big busted girl's dilated eyes. She responded by slowly closing her eyelids and gasping, invoking a sharp sudden twitch in her buttocks that repeated five or six times, all with the slightest of heavy breaths. The patch of dark blue on her bikini bottoms grew and glistened in the sunshine, causing beads of dew to pass through the fabric. The orgasm was delivered seemingly unnoticed by Mrs. Barton.

A few minutes passed and Rachel resumed her prone position, her blush fading and her bright red nipples rising and falling with her elevated breath. Gary resumed his work with a large degree of sexual frustration.

‘Mummy’. Rachel asked after a few more minutes.

‘Yes, sweetie darling’ slurred her ...