The Fowler and His Net -- Prologue - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net -- Prologue

... the frayed hemline extending sideward across the very top of her thigh from the level of her crotch. Gary’s eyes swiftly reverted to the girl’s mother who must surely, though she did not show it, have noted his interest. He only hoped that the interest had seemed brief, though time had suspended itself and it was quite difficult for him to tell.

‘Rachel! Where are your manners? Say hello to Mr. Fowler.' The young girl continued to stare, open mouthed, at Gary. ‘I declare, you are the strangest little mouse.' Mrs. Barton turned to Gary. ‘She’s home because she didn’t settle into her new school, did you, poppet?' Rachel slowly shook her head. Gary again looked at Rachel, whose two big, dilated eyes fixed blankly on him. The girl obviously must have been in her mid to late teens, but oddly, her mouth pouted in a far more womanly way. He found the contrast between the sweet bashful innocence of the eyes and robust sexuality of the mouth rather disconcerting. Most noticeable of all, however, was the sudden projection and emergence of her nipples which began protruding out of the fabric of her minuscule ...

... top.

’I’m here to fix the tiles around the pool, Miss Barton.' Gary’s words seemed to startle Rachel who flinched and gulped, then turned and sprinted back to the foot of the stairs. Here she stopped, looked back directly at Gary, and then bolted back up the steps with a soft patter.

Mrs. Barton displayed absolutely no motherly concern with regard to her daughter’s state of dress but was more apologetic with regards to her perceived lack of manners. ‘Oh, that silly sausage! Why doesn’t she behave like she has been taught? Oh, she is such a worry, such a worry.'

Gary tried to be supportive. ‘Aye, well the lass has got plenty of time. I reckon she’ll grow out of it.'

‘I do hope you are right Mr. Fowler, I mean Gary,' replied Mrs. Barton with a coquettish giggle. ‘I do hope so.'

Gary Fowler concluded his business, agreed a price with Samantha and reluctantly drove away from the house in his van back to the village no more that a mile away. As he sat behind the wheel he mused lightheadedly and definitely had the expectation that this job was going to be far, far more interesting than he had previously thought.