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  He was up getting dressed in a hurry. "I'm going to be late," he explained. "You can stay and go back to sleep if you want to."

  "No - I'd better go home before dad wakes up."

  "Okay. Should I walk you?"

  "No - I'll be fine. You go and get ready for work."

  "All right. Do you still want to go back to the resort for shopping this afternoon? I can pick you up at about two if you like."

  "Yes, two will be fine, Timmy. It'll be fun!"

  He left her at his corner and ran home. She strolled up the sandy path carrying her heels again. The house was in darkness and she snuck in without waking her parents and fell into bed smiling to herself. And she drifted off to sleep with her hands clasped between her thighs and her fingers pressed against the warm wet crotch of her little panties.

  ****

  That time she slept until eleven and woke up with her mouth dry and a dull headache from the wine. Her face was a mess with her makeup smeared and her hair was some sort of wild bird's nest. This was much more like the vacation she had in mind she decided as she stared into her reddened eyes in the bathroom mirror.

  She stood in the shower for ages and shaved her legs and pussy. She trimmed away more of her little thatch of hair and then decided to shave right through it leaving her pussy completely bare and exposed for the first time ever.

  When she dressed she picked out another of the G-string panties she had bought to please Des. These were white mesh and almost completely see-through, although she had just decided to avoid Paulo and Tod today.

  She had been thinking about it as she showered and arrived at the conclusion they were just using her. Perhaps it was because Timmy was so nice that she had come to realise it but she would be avoiding them for the remaining few days of her holiday there at the island. Too bad if they get blue balls, she thought defiantly. They can always go back to their porno movies!

  She tried one of the new skirts she had bought in town that was a light chequered cotton and nice and breezy for the hot weather. Her mother had brought her washing in and folded it and she considered her see-through white tank top but decided against it. Instead she picked out a pink stretch camisole with tiny shoulder strings. It wasn't see-through but her nipples were prominent without the bra she usually wore with it. Being as tight as it was it just hugged her small breasts like it had been painted on and she hesitated before going out to the kitchen like that but she decided 'what the hell' she was on holidays having fun and she was respectably covered anyway!

  Her mother didn't hesitate as soon as she turned from washing dishes. "Where's your bra, sweetheart?"

  "It's too hot," Catherine lied. "Anyway it's no different to wearing a bikini top around."

  "Hmm - if you say so," her mother said with her eyebrows raised doubtfully. "Will you run down to the store for me?"

  "Sure, mom. But I'm starving first."

  She sat down at the breakfast table and her mother fed her eggs and coffee, after she drank all the fresh juice that was left. That took away the dry feeling in her mouth and filled her stomach. Her dad then appeared with his gaze settling on her chest for a moment before he turned to her mother.

  "Is that underwear?" he asked, ignoring Catherine's blush completely.

  "No it is not underwear!" Catherine protested, causing him to look at her, frowning. But there was a glint in his eye as usual.

  "You can't see anything," she added defensively.

  He was only passing through the kitchen on his way out to the garage where he was servicing the car. "She's your daughter," he said with a shrug and he kept going.

  Her mother tidied her plate away. "You know when I was your age I used to wear a shirt over my top and take it off down the street," she offered with a smile.

  "Yeah but it's fun stirring dad, and he deserves it!"

  "Hmm. And how was your date with Timmy?"

  "It was nice. The resort is fantastic. We're going shopping there this afternoon and to the club again tonight.

  “What are you and 'Die Hard' doing?"

  Her dad looked a bit like Bruce Willis and needed to be taken about as seriously as his Die Hard character.

  Her mom laughed. "You should call him that - he'll get a kick out of it.

  "I think we're going four wheel driving over on the mainland or something," she added. "Unless some unsuspecting terrorists try to take over the town while we're there."

  "Alert the media! Tell them John McClane's on the job," Catherine laughed.

  "Who the hell's John McClane?" her dad asked as he poked his head back in to get some soap to wash his hands - and they both laughed at him.

  "That's you, dad. Yippee ki-yay!" Catherine giggled, making a gun with her hand and blowing off the smoking barrel.

  He shook his head. "Are you going to put something on?"

  Catherine took her mother's advice and put a shirt on over her top. She then snuck off around the back of the garage and over the dunes towards town. The way she had gone was out of sight in case Tod and Paulo were watching from the other side of the house.

  When she reached the road on the other side of the hill she took the shirt off and put it in her shoulder bag.

  Her top was rather revealing she decided after all. As she walked her breasts were jiggling and her nipples remained hard and clearly defined. Bikini tops were actually made of slightly heavier fabric and were usually looser fitting and therefore less revealing. This was an extremely fine cotton/elastane blend fabric that just about revealed her goose bumps.

  She had to walk past the fisherman's bar again and they all cheered and whistled, causing her to blush and smile shyly. There was one ATM on the island but it rejected her savings card saying it was out of date.

  "Oh my god!" she cried as she checked it to find it had expired.

  She needed money for shopping and she had plenty saved. She thought of the resort where there were ATM's everywhere but that wasn't any use with her card out of date. Then she remembered seeing a branch of her bank across on the mainland, and she had ID and everything so she should be able to draw cash there, she reasoned. But when was the next ferry?

  She walked back down past the whistling fishermen blushing and smiling again and approached the police woman she had seen the day before. "Hi. I was wondering if you knew the time for the next ferry?"

  "One o'clock," the woman replied, glancing at her chest briefly and making Catherine fold her arms.

  It was just on midday, so if she went at one that would mean getting the ferry back at two, which would be okay. Timmy was coming at two but another half hour wouldn't matter to him, she figured.

  Then she saw the old guy, Manny, sitting there on his fishing boat as usual and she remembered him offering to take her over anytime she needed. Actually all the other fishing boats were deserted and he looked like he was sleeping.

  Catherine walked along the pier to his boat and saw that there was smoke drifting from the end of his pipe. She cleared her throat and called softly, "Manny!"

  He stirred, peering around kind of startled. Then he saw Catherine and he smiled up at her.

  The tide was in and he was sitting at eye level with the pier. As he looked up at her he was looking directly up her skirt and he could see her shaved pussy lips through her little mesh panties.

  Catherine remembered what she was wearing and blushed. "That's a lovely sight to wake up to," the old man chuckled and she squirmed back, patting her skirt down modestly.

  "Sorry to wake you," she offered sweetly.

  "That's all right, love. I'm always dosing off these days," he yawned. "What is it - do you need to go to town?"

  "Yes I do! Can you take me please?"

  "Sure - sure! Come on down."

  His plank and rail were already in place so he stood at the base of the ladder ready to get another look up her skirt.

  Catherine stepped onto it feeling the breeze against her bare bottom and blushing down at him. He took her hips and guided her down with h
is gnarled old fingers pressing into her and making her nipples go hard again.

  He chuckled. "Well young Timmy was a bit of a wreck this morning. He said you were out dancing until all hours."

  "It was about two when we left the resort. Oh, I hope he got some sleep this morning. What time did he finish work with you, Manny?"

  "I sent him home as soon as we got back in, love. He's been home since nine, probably sleeping like a well satisfied baby."

  Catherine blushed a little at the 'well satisfied' bit but maybe it meant nothing.

  "Do you want to leave off the life jacket this time, love? Be a shame to dirty up that pretty shirt huh?" he said with a grin. "Grimy old things these are." He was looking at her breasts quite blatantly and her blush deepened when his eyes lifted to meet hers.

  "I don't need to wear one if you don't want me to," she uttered.

  He then pulled in his plank and rail and pushed off. "Come stand up here with me, love. Have you ever driven a boat?"

  "Me? No I haven't!"

  He smiled and guided her to the wheel, standing beside her and a little behind. "Just steer it like a car," he said. "This here is forward and back - forward to go faster but this will do you for a while."

  The old boat was putting along and Catherine was steering out past the end of the pier and towards the mainland.

  "This is easy," she declared excitedly.

  "Sure. Nothing to it," he said from right there at her shoulder. "Just keep to the right of the buoy and head straight over."

  His hand returned to her hip with his fingers pressing against the string band of her panties. Catherine's body was tingling at his warmth against her side. She could feel his package was slightly firm against her other hip and he was continually looking down over her shoulder at her breasts.

  "You know you're the talk of the town back there on the island strolling around with your pretty little skirts and that lovely smile. It's a real treat for us smelly old fish mongers this week."

  "You're not smelly!" Catherine laughed.

  He shared her laugh. "Well - kind of you to say, love, but you know old Vince tried to keep a dog tied up a few years ago but it howled all night at the fish smell and chewed through the rope. Damn thing was waiting on the end of the pier for the first ferry next morning."

  "Oh, it's not that bad. It's just like the smell of a fresh seafood shop. And only there around the pier."

  "Hmm - I guess. And that's a pretty scent you're wearing there, love. Suits you."

  "Thanks," Catherine blushed. She had wisped through a spray of perfume before leaving the house - half hoping to combat the smell of fish coincidentally.

  His hand was still resting upon her hip and he was still glancing down over her shoulder quite frequently. His hand then lifted and almost touched her breast as he guided her aside a little. "Better let me take it from here, love." They were approaching the marina and he cruised into a spot close to shore.

  "How long you staying?" he asked as he set the plank and rail for her.

  "I only need fifteen minutes or so."

  "Well that's fine. I've got an errand to run and if you get back before me I won't be long."

  He allowed her to climb up the ladder first and had another look up her skirt. When she stepped onto the boardwalk his eye level was at her feet and he was looking directly up it. She turned to face him and fixed her hair, meeting his eyes first then averting hers quickly.

  "Yeah - that's nice," he said low and light-heartedly, making her blush deepen. "A real treat for us old fish mongers this week for sure!"

  "Well you're a very kind old fish monger to drive me everywhere like this so I don't mind you looking," Catherine said sweetly. He had climbed up the ladder a bit shakily and stood beside her as she finished re-tying her hair.

  "See you," she smiled and she turned to leave with him giving her bottom a quick pinch. "Hey - look but don't touch!" she giggled back over her shoulder at him standing there grinning.

  She strolled along the waterfront and up the street to her bank branch. Men were doing double takes and ogling her breasts, which was encouraging her to walk with them thrust forward just a little as she wasn't really happy with their development, feeling that she was a bit small in that department.

  The bank guy also struggled to keep his eyes from drifting down but he was very helpful and she left him with a fist full of cash.

  Manny wasn't at the boat when she got back so she decided to wait for him up on the boardwalk where there was a bench seat facing the marina. There were lots of people strolling around and a few fishermen working on boats. She was looked over quite blatantly by four or five men walking past and she kept her chest out showing off her assets as best she could.

  "All set," Manny called as he approached from behind carrying his little leather kit bag.

  "Yes, I'm ready," Catherine answered and she waited for him to climb down first quite deliberately. She then stepped over to the ladder but stopped to fix her hair again, just glancing down to meet his eyes then averting hers again quickly.

  She stood there fiddling with her hair and letting him enjoy himself looking up her skirt. She was standing with her legs together but her thighs were slender so Manny could see were the tiny triangular patch of mesh pinched together into a string and vanished. He could see the lips of her pussy quite distinctly and that she was shaved bare.

  He looked up to see she was waiting there watching him. "Can I come down now?" she asked sweetly.

  He stepped back and guided her down with his hand slipping up her thigh and under her skirt to rest upon her bare hip with just the string and her cool soft skin beneath his fingers. "You won't try to do anything to me will you?" she asked softly – and a little teasingly as she bit down on her smile.

  "No, love - you're safe," he grinned. "Half-mast is about as good as it gets for old Manny these days so I wouldn't know what to do with a pretty young thing like you anyway."

  Catherine shared his laugh at that too and enjoyed his warm friendly conversation on the trip back across. He let her have a drive again and she spent the ten minutes in anticipation with his hand resting upon her side and his thumb just pressing slightly against the underside of her breast. She was nearly hoping he would try to feel her but he didn't.

  Then she was going to show him her panties again but as she climbed up the ladder onto the pier her parents were approaching in the car. They were boarding the one o'clock ferry to go four wheel driving she recalled. They saw her and she waved with her dad swinging the car right over to where she was still standing at the top of the ladder, with Manny sitting on the stern of his boat looking up her skirt from behind.

  Her dad's eyes flashed to her breasts so she folded her arms quickly. "We're off now, sweetheart," her mother said. "Don't forget to put the groceries away before you go. There's ants!"

  "Okay, mom. Have fun with Die Hard," she giggled.

  Her dad shook his head. "Okay - Die Hard - John McClane. I get it!"

  "Go get those terrorists, dad," Catherine giggled and she leant in and kissed his cheek.

  "Where's your shirt?" he shot back at her. "Did you lose it?"

  "No - it's too hot," Catherine whined playfully and she lowered her arms revealing her tight little nipples and making him shake his head defeated as he drove off.

  She then turned back to find Manny sitting there staring up her skirt and she brushed her hands over her bottom and spun around facing him. "Having fun there?" she accused.

  "Trying to calculate which view I like better - front or back," he mulled thoughtfully.

  "You cheeky old fish monger!" she teased. "Next time I'm wearing shorts!"

  He laughed. "Doesn't matter, love - I've seen enough to see out my days I reckon."

  She left the old man and quickly did the grocery shopping then returned to the house. She was feeling quite excited about seeing Timmy again. She picked out a bikini to wear swimming with him and a dress to wear that night so there would be no need
to come back and get changed. She also packed makeup in her shoulder bag for later and was deciding on what panty and bra set to take when her bedroom window suddenly lifted up and Tod climbed in.

  "Oh my god - you scared me!" she cried.

  Paulo climbed in too and they both stood there grinning at her.

  "We saw your parents leave and thought we'd better call in and say hello," Tod declared.

  "Well I'm going out," Catherine said a little shakily as she folded her arms across her breasts.

  "Yeah - with dweeb brain! What's that all about?" Tod chuckled.

  "Timmy's nice," Catherine defended. "You could take lessons from him yourself!"

  "You wouldn't like me if I was nice though," he grinned and he jumped on her bed, lying back like he owned the place.

  "What do you want anyway?" she challenged but her voice was too soft. "I think you both should leave."

  Paulo had moved behind her and he reached around with both arms and cuddled her with his hand worming under her arm and closing over her breast. "Don't you want to empty our balls for us?" he whispered. "Let us have another dip in that tight little cunny?"

  "Oh you're disgusting!" she complained as she tried to wriggle away.

  He kept hold of her and she stopped struggling though. Her entire body was tingling and he was pinching her nipple and twisting it - just lightly though, and harder when she squirmed against his hold.

  "I think we should hang around and wait for Timmy," Tod said, opening one of her romance novels like he was settling in for a while.

  "I don't want you to wait for Timmy. I don't even want him to know you were here!" Catherine said, pleading a little that time as she could feel Paulo's erection against her back.

  Tod was reading her book. "Yes I know, she said in a low saddened voice. But it was me that he loved,” he read aloud, chuckling.

  "Stop that!" Catherine cried. "I really want you both to just go before Timmy gets here. Please?"

  "Do you really want us to go without this?" Paulo whispered, grinding his cock against her bum. "Are you really going to send us away with blue balls?" he added warmly and he tweaked her nipple again.