Plain Jane Craved Attention

Jane looked at herself in the full-length mirror beside her bed, smiled, and then frowned at her reflection. She pulled one of the thin straps of her dress off her shoulder and down her arm and frowned again. It was one of those moments she bemoaned not having bigger breasts like her friends.

She wasn't completely flat she tried to convince herself, a nice B cup but little more than a handful. Being petite and only 5' 3" tall didn't help. She twisted and pulled the dress up at the back, and frowned again at having a tiny arse, albeit quite peachy and firm. She told herself that it would have to do, it was the best option she had for the party later that night but she still didn't think it would help.

"Hi Jane, Bob's just called over, can you pop in and get him some bread and milk from the shop please?" her dad called from the doorway, "you look nice, new dress?"

"Yeah, I bought it yesterday for Daisy's party tonight," Jane answered.

"Oh, and you're hoping Josh will be there, am I right?" he shot back with a smile on his face.

"Dad, you're so embarrassing!" Jane called out, and laughed back at him, "I'll go for him soon, not in this dress though."

She smiled as he playfully pulled a face at her. It had been just the two of them since her mum had died, almost ten years ago now. Jane had just had her ninth birthday when she passed. She gazed back into the mirror, looking back at how much she looked like her, apart from having dark hair like her dad and not a redhead like she had been.

She had the same small tiny figure, little pointy nose and narrow eyes, emerald green in colour set off by her slight tan and jet black hair. She brushed it away from her glasses and pulled it back into a loose ponytail. She removed the dress and giggled to herself. Maybe I should go in just my bra and knickers she thought, maybe I'd get some attention then.

"Hi Mister Johnson," she called out as she let herself into his house, "bread and milk as requested."

He appeared from a doorway, laughing at her, telling her that she didn't need to shout, he wasn't deaf, and he'd watched her coming down the street anyway. He playfully punched her arm telling her he had to keep telling her to call him Bob, and Jane playfully punched his arm back.

He was older than her dad, only about five years though, still in his early fifties, but he didn't look like it compared to her dad. He had very grey hair, balding, and walked with a slight limp. His pot belly pushed his t-shirt over the top of his jeans. He did however have a very chiselled jaw, his face betraying the rest of him by still looking good.

"Off out chastising those boys again tonight are we?" he laughed.

"I should be so lucky," Jane laughed.

"They'd be the lucky ones," he laughed again.

"I don't mind, it's that weird time of year again," she said.

"Oh yeah, it's almost your birthday, isn't it? Twenty-five this year aren't you?" Bob retorted.

"God No. Nineteen this year," Jane answered.

Bob laughed, but she looked a little solemn and said quietly about her mum's anniversary too. Bob put a hand on her shoulder and told her that he was sorry. She thanked him, then told him she had to go and get ready to go out. She made him a coffee before leaving and smiled back as he watched her go back home. Jane smiled to herself, Bob always made her smile, and he was always encouraging towards her.

The party went much as expected, her friends were okay but boys seemed to be making an effort to avoid her, much to Jane's annoyance. She'd asked Daisy about Josh, who gave her a knowing smile and said he'd be back later, he'd gone to the cinema first with his other nerdy friends.

Jane laughed inside, she'd always referred to her as being nerdy too, jokingly because of the glasses. Josh was though, quiet and unassuming, socially awkward too. Despite being a year older than Daisy at twenty, she'd told Jane that he was still a virgin. Josh had protested and said he'd slept with four girls but walked off in a huff when she asked him who they were. Jane saw him when he came back and followed him as he went straight to his room.

"What do you want?" he'd asked when he saw her standing in his bedroom doorway.

"Came to say hello, was the film good?" Jane answered.

He smiled and started rambling about spaceships and explosions, and something about the lead actress and her tight outfit, then stopped and blushed.

"Was her outfit as nice as my dress?" Jane asked.

He blushed again, then Jane asked if he wanted her to leave, but that she knew that he liked her and she'd rather hang out with him than go back to the party. He nodded yes, and she sat on the bed next to him. They talked randomly for a while, Jane asking him things that she knew he'd willingly talk about to make him comfortable. She stood up, went to push the door shut, then stood in front of him.

"Do you like my dress then?" she asked, twisting and twirling for him.

Josh simply nodded, and Jane smiled and sat next to him again.

"Do you want to kiss me?" she whispered.

Josh nodded again but didn't move. Jane slid a hand behind his neck and leaned in, kissing him gently on the lips, then prolonging the kiss until she felt him pushing back, then she slid her tongue into his mouth. He jumped slightly but their tongues entwined, Jane used her spare hand to take his and place in around her back. She moved her hand, sliding it around and over his chest.

"Do that to me," she pleaded softly.

He paused, but then slid his hand ever so gently over her chest, his palm grazing over her nipples in turn. He gasped at how hard they were already, and Jane put a hand over his and made him squeeze her breasts in turn. Her hand slid down further, down over his stomach, stopping and smiling just before she reached his crotch. She stood and faced him, legs slightly apart.

"Do you want to see them?" she asked.

Josh nodded eagerly, and Jane was pleased to see the big beaming smile on his face as she undid the top few buttons and opened her dress to reveal her lace bra covered perky breasts. She took his hands and placed one each on them, guiding him to squeeze once more and to tweak her nipples.

"Do you like that?" she whispered softly.

Josh nodded, having seemingly lost his voice. Jane giggled and raised a foot and placed it on the bed next to Josh. Her dress fell open, and his stare went straight to her bare thighs. Jane moaned softly, she was acting like a slut for him and she enjoyed seeing the immense pleasure on his face. She reached down and pulled her knickers to one side, exposing her wet labia to him.

"Touch me, please," she pleaded.

Josh was a little hesitant, so once more Jane took his hand and placed it between her legs. She saw his face light up at how wet she was, and although he was clumsy she moaned and groaned at his fumbling, his fingers now and again rubbing over her clit. She groaned louder as he slid two fingers into her, and she reached down and stroked his crotch. Hmm, his cock felt rock hard and a decent size, around the same size as the dildo she owned.

"Shit, shit," Josh suddenly cried out.

He stood and barged past her, knocking her over nearly, and Jane called out for him. She had to adjust her clothing before going to see where he had gone. She couldn't find him in any of the rooms before bumping into Daisy, who told her that she'd seen him going out for the front door and heading down the street. After about another ten minutes and getting no response to her texts to Josh, she headed home upset.

She woke the next morning and came downstairs to hear her dad talking to somebody, and walked into the kitchen to him. She stopped when she saw Bob sitting by the kitchen table. He turned and stared, his mouth dropping open slightly, Jane feeling a little underdressed in her bed shorts and vest top.

"Erm, hi Bob," she said.

Her dad walked to her kissed her on the forehead, and asked how she was after the party.

"Yeah, it was okay, just the usual," she sighed.

"Boy trouble?" Bob asked.

"No not really, there was someone there but when I thought he was into me, he took off pretty sharpish," Jane retorted.

Bob was still looking her up and down, casually glancing so her dad didn't notice.

"Silly boy then, he doesn't know what he's missing out on does he? His loss," Bob laughed.

He looked at Jane's dad and told him he'd let him know a time frame and that he was going to go and leave them to their breakfasts.

"What was that about Dad?" Jane asked when Bob had left.

"Oh, he's noticed the fence is rotting and is broken in places, so he's going to get it replaced. He's taking it out tomorrow ready for a new fence to be put in later on," he answered.

Jane awoke the following day to hear wood snapping and a shovel being used. She looked out of her bedroom window down to their adjoining gardens to see Bob taking the fence down. He was sweating a little and his t-shirt had wet patches all over. She stood in the window, staring down at him, getting a little too transfixed on where his t-shirt clung to him. She got brought back to Earth when he glanced up and saw her, smiled and waved. Jane waved back, now aware of her erect nipples desperately trying to escape from her vest top.

She stood there for longer than she intended, watching him work, then went downstairs. Her dad had left her a note asking her to do a load of washing while he was at work. She put the clothes in, and then went to watch TV but couldn't concentrate. She went back upstairs and peered through the window, moving when she thought Bob was looking up at her. She went down and went to the door to their garden, and opened it up.

"Hi Bob, do you want a drink making?" she shouted.

"Yeah, a glass of water would be lovely," he answered, wiping his brow.

She poured a glass and took it out to him. He stopped working while he drank it, then looked Jane up and down again, and smiled. Jane realised she was still wearing her night clothes.

"I saw a picture of your mum yesterday, you look a lot like her don't you?" Bob said.

Jane didn't answer, simply nodded yes.

"God I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," Bob told her.

"It's fine, I just miss her a lot. Dad's great, but I still miss her even now," she answered.

"I knew her from when you guys moved in," he said, "You said about her anniversary the other day," he asked again.

"Yes, nearly ten years now, it was a few days after my ninth birthday," Jane told him.

"She'd have been proud to see you've grown into a fine young woman," Bob said, "how did it happen, if you don't want to talk about it that's fine."

"She had cancer, I only remember bits due to my age, but I know she was very sick for a few months before she..." Jane said, before stopping herself.

"Nine years since my wife," Bob told her, "she had cancer too, very sudden, it broke me for a few years after."

"Oh, I didn't know that, I'm really sorry," Jane said.

"I almost gave up, wallowed for a few years, and let myself go, I didn't always look this bad," he sighed.

He wiped his hand over his eyes, wiping a tear away.

"You don't look that bad," Jane told him, "you look like you need a hug though."

She walked over and put her hands around his waist, his hands instinctively went around her upper body and rested on her shoulder blades. They clung to each other until Jane suddenly realised she could feel his cock nudging against her hip. She pulled away, now aware of still wearing her flimsy night clothes, and that her nipples were erect once more.

"I, erm, should be getting back inside," Jane stuttered.

"Thanks for the drink, and the hug," he smiled, passing her the glass back.

She went back inside, and straight upstairs to her bedroom. He'd got back to work, taking the fencing down again. She stared towards his trousers, to his crotch, trying to see whether his cock looked as big as it had felt.

Once the washing was done, she put it all in a basket to peg out. She'd checked the weather, although it was cloudy it was still reasonably warm, and the clothes should dry outside. She went to change, glanced through the kitchen window, and smiled to herself before going out.

She smiled at Bob but then tried to ignore him, turning her back while she picked clothes out of the basket and hung them on the line. The sounds stopped and she knew he was watching, but she still didn't look back. She knew when she picked clothes from the basket her shorts were tight over her arse, and by starting from the far end of the garden she was getting closer to where he had been working. When she got right by him, she took out the tiny thong she'd worn to the party.

She went red and blushed, but still forced herself not to look at him, then pegged out the lacy bra too. She felt her stomach churn with excitement. She picked up the basket and turned to face him at last, catching him looking.

"If you're making a mess or kicking up a dust storm can you let me know so I can get these back in please?" she asked him.

He nodded, then started digging again. Back inside. She raced up to her window just in time to see him with the thong in his hand, holding it out to examine the fabric. She watched on as he smiled to himself, and went back to digging. Jane stood back from the window a little, and taking her dildo held it against her body like when he hugged her. It was a little small, the dildo only being six inches long, but would suffice for now. Jane fingered herself slowly while she watched him work.

She lay back on the bed, panting, shorts hanging off one ankle, her chest beating fast. She felt a little grubby, Bob wasn't exactly a catch and was far older than her, but the feeling of his cock against her had excited her far more than she imagined it would, or should have. She shook her head, it wasn't him, he was just an overplay of being with Josh, how close and how wet she'd been when Josh had been touching her. She thought about groping Josh, and how the dildo was around the same size.

Bob was there again the next morning, Jane dressed a little more appropriately today in a long nightdress. He was telling her dad that the team coming to put the fence up was delayed, the wind picking up had damaged somewhere and they'd been called as an emergency to stop access to a warehouse where the fence had broken. He apologised and said they'd be out as soon as possible. He smiled at Jane before leaving, but it was nothing out of the ordinary.

The next few days were normal too, Jane had felt her heart beating a little fast when her dad asked her to go to the shop while he worked and to get a few things for Bob too. She was apprehensive when seeing him in his own house, but he took the items and he paid her as normal, then told her that she could go through the back, now the fence was down she could get to her house easier that way.

He'd been in the garden again when she went out the following day, and he explained she'd need to keep an eye on the weather as it was due to rain later, that's why he was trying to get the grass cut now. She went inside and put her laptop on, thinking of things to do while her dad was at the office. She was looking for clothes and started looking at lingerie, and inadvertently clicked on a link which directed her to an adult lingerie shop.

She gasped seeing the items on there, one of the first items being a peephole bra and crotchless g-string set. She imagined having to peg that washing out, and more importantly, Bob seeing it out there. She laughed to herself, she'd probably give him a heart attack. She wondered if the set would get her noticed more, then realised it was pointless. They'd be hidden away, only to be seen at the final stages when it was obvious what was going to happen with or without them.

She clicked another link and gasped again. The mouse had moved when she clicked, and a page full of dildos appeared before her eyes. Not only did they look real, they were huge compared to hers. She picked up the slim plastic dildo she had and found a tape measure. It was six inches long and 4 inches only around the shaft. One on-screen screamed out at her, and she clicked on it. It was nine inches long and eight inches wide, twice as wide as hers. She measured her wrist, which was only seven inches around.

She looked up as she heard a sound, and saw raindrops hitting the window. Damn, she quickly slid her trainers on and ran downstairs, grabbing the basket to get the clothes in before they got too wet. Although it was only a short time, it was raining heavily. She took the clothes down as quickly as she could manage, her hair sticking to her forehead, and she heard a noise and Bob appeared.

"It will be quicker with two of us," he said, unpegging clothes and helping her.

With the clothes all taken down and in the basket, Bob quickly grabbed it and ran for the kitchen. He set it down and turned to see Jane run in after him. She stopped in the doorway, to see his staring intently at her, at her chest. She glanced down, her heart was beating fast making her chest move, but he was more than likely staring at her hard erect nipples pushing through the flimsy fabric, flimsier still due to it being soaked through with rain. She stood before him like his personal wet t-shirt contestant. What also didn't help was that she hadn't put on a bra yet, so her dark areola were clearly visible too.

"Do you have an airer, something to finish drying these on?" Bob said to break the silence.

She fetched one from the cupboard and he started sorting clothes. She told him that she could manage, but he told her that it was no problem. Yes, no problem because you keep looking at my breasts Jane thought. Her mind however didn't stop her, didn't make her go and put something less revealing on, indeed bending over the basket and handing the damp clothes to him, knowing that he could see down her top each time. Her heart raced more in anticipation.

"Right, that's the last of them," Bob told her, heading for the door.

"It's still raining heavily, you could stay here for a little while until it stops," she told him.

"I'd better go, your dad might not be happy to see me here with him out of the house," he answered.

"He won't be back for a while yet," Jane blurted out, before biting her tongue.

He smiled, but opened the door and left anyway. Jane sighed and cursed herself. She'd practically offered herself to him, but even so he'd still gone home. She had to change her mindset, she couldn't keep thinking about him like that, he clearly wasn't interested.

A phone call later helped, Daisy had phoned and asked her to come around to hers the following evening, just for a catch-up, a watch TV and drink wine kind of a night. She'd asked, as casually as she could manage, if Josh would be there, and Daisy laughed and said she'd see what she could do to persuade him to stay in.

Jane was just about ready to go out the following evening when her dad called out to her, telling her to pop in see Bob, to take a bottle of milk round to him, saying he'd bought it earlier and forgot that he'd placed it in their fridge. Jane pulled a face but said okay, and took the bottle around. She walked out and through the garden, and in through the back door after knocking.

"Ah, thanks, I was running low, your dad said he'd get one to save me from making a special journey," he explained.

He took the milk and looked her up and down, a knowing smile on his face.

"Going anywhere nice?" he asked.

"To see my friend, Daisy, to watch a movie," Jane answered.

"You look very smart, very pretty, a little overdressed to just be watching a film," he said, pointing out her blouse and skirt combo, complete with nylon-clad legs.

"Ah, yes, Daisy, Josh's sister isn't it," he continued, winking at her.

She smiled and nodded yes. She asked if she looked okay, and he told her she looked more than okay.

"If it's too impress him, he'd have to be blind not to notice you. Can I make an observation though?" Bob asked.

Jane told him yes, and he put his hands lightly onto her shoulders and guided her towards a mirror. He faced her to it and stood behind her. He told her to trust him, and took a handful of her hair and pulled it back behind her. He used his other hand to pull two thin pieces of hair in front of her ears and used an elastic to keep the rest of her hair tied back in a loose ponytail. Still holding her shoulders, he smiled into the mirror from behind her.

"There, that suits your face better, the hair frames your face more and your glasses look better without your hair trying to cover them," he announced.

She looked back at herself, she wouldn't have done her hair like this but he was right, it suited her. While she gazed at herself, she became aware of his cock nudging ever so gently against the small of her back as he stepped slightly closer to her. Her heart raced again, and his hands traced lightly down over her shoulders and down her arms. She nervously waited for his hands to continue around to her breasts, but he stepped away.

"Hope you have a very good night then," he said, winking and then smiling.

Her heart was beating fast, it became a struggle to breathe properly, not understanding why she felt like this. She turned to face him, wondering what this old, bald, overweight man had that made her feel so funny, why her legs felt like jelly. She walked, almost stumbled out of his house and somehow made her way to Daisy's.

More disappointment followed when Josh wasn't there, but she hid it well. They watched the film, a Rom-Com that Daisy had picked out, and there were around thirty minutes left when Josh arrived back. He smiled and said Hi, but that he'd leave them to it. Daisy told him no, he could stay down and chat with them, making a point of sitting him next to Jane on the sofa while she moved to an armchair, before putting the film back on. A few minutes later she paused it again.

"Well, we seem to be out of wine, and I'm still thirsty. It's a good job the shop is still open," she giggled.

"I'll go if you want," Josh asked.

"No, it's fine, you keep Jane company," she winked at Jane as she said it, "I'll have to walk as I've had a drink, so it will take me longer to get back," she said and winked again.

Jane worked out she'd be around thirty minutes, knowing which shop she'd have to go to to get her favourite drink. The film still paused, she stood and faced Josh.

"Do you like me Josh?" she asked.

"Yes, you're a good friend to Daisy," he answered.

"No Josh, do you really like me?" she asked bluntly.

He nodded, a little nervously, and Jane took his hands, and lifted them to her breasts slowly, leaving them in place. She groaned as his hands circled, not squeezing but running his palms over her now erect nipples.

She moved his hands away gently and unbuttoned her blouse, dropping it to the floor. She took his hands again and placed them over the cups of her bra, reaching back and undoing it. She smiled at him, and he moved his hands and let the bra drop. He sat, mouth open, staring at her pert little mounds.

"They're beautiful, you're beautiful," he blurted out.

He played with her breasts a little more, Jane encouraging him to pinch and pull at her nipples, groaning hard as he did so, telling him that she enjoyed that. While he was busy, she undid the zip on her skirt and let it slide down her legs, Josh gasping again as he saw the lacy thong and her hold-up black stockings covering her shapely legs. Jane took his hand and slid it between her legs. She jumped with the pleasure of his fingers running through her wet labia. He jumped at how wet and excited she was already. She lifted a foot and put it on the sofa next to him.

"Finger me while I release you," she growled between moans.

There was no finesse from him, his fingers, all four of them the first time of asking plunged deep into her, as fast as he could possibly manage. Jane wanted him to calm down but wondered if he was trying to rush to get done before his sister got back. She groaned at the speed of his fingers, trying to urge him to slide his thumb across her clit. She bent and reached down, undoing his zip, releasing his cock and starting to stroke it, to huge groans emitting from Josh's throat.

It was as big as she'd thought, around the same size as her dildo, but it would do she thought. Absent-mindedly she thought of Bob's pushing against her, and she moaned softly wondering what it looked like.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," Josh spluttered.

Jane came back to Earth, looking down to see and feel rivers of cum drizzling down her hand and arm while she still had a hold of Josh's cock, still stroking him despite him going soft.

"Never mind, he'll be ready soon enough," she groaned, wanking him harder to get him erect again, his fingers still inside her.

"No, no, I have to go," he said, clambering from beneath her.

He ran to the door, pulling his trousers up on the way, turning to tell her he was sorry again before leaving. Jane stood in disbelief for a few seconds, then composed herself to get dressed again. A minute or so later, Daisy returned.

"Shall we put the film back on then, or..." her voice tailed off, "Where did he go?"

Jane looked at her, a knowing look on her face.

"Sorry, I was early so looked through the window to see if it was safe to come in," she told her, "I saw what happened."

"It's fine, but I am going to go home if that's okay, I don't think I can face him again tonight, and he's probably too ashamed to face me too. Tell him not to worry though, it hasn't changed how I feel about him," Jane told her.

She tossed and turned all night, yes he'd left her high and dry by running off, but she noticed a weird mix of excitement and a scared look when he'd cum, like he'd enjoyed it and then realised he'd somehow done wrong. Jane looked at her hand and grinned, thinking about how she'd licked it clean on the way home and enjoyed the taste. Replaying it in her mind, she took her dildo and slid it along her clit until she came.

"Hello you," her dad said when she woke the next morning, "good night was it?"

She looked up at the clock, she'd slept in around an hour longer than she normally would have.

"Why are you still here?" she asked, seeing it well after he'd normally gone to work.

"I'm going to be busy on the laptop doing a presentation for work, it will be easier here with a bit of quiet," he said.

"Is that a request to stay out of your way?" Jane laughed, "It's fine, that sun thing is actually shining for the first time for a few days so I'm going to sit out by the pool," she continued.

"Plenty of cream on your body remember," her dad playfully scolded.

Jane went upstairs found a towel, and dug out her bikini. It was a bit small but would have to do, she kept reminding herself that she needed to buy a new costume. She wandered downstairs and her dad looked up, seeing her from the corner of his eye.

"I love that lime green colour on you, but I wish there was a little more fabric to it," he laughed, "not quite an all-over tan but around 95% of your body I'd have thought."

"Well I can put a jumper and jeans on if it makes you happy," she laughed back.

He playfully splashed some of his water on her and told her to stop answering back before he grounded her. She laughed and said whatever, and wandered out to the pool. She adjusted the lounger so it was lying most of the way back, and set the towel on it. She turned it to face the sun, looking like it was shining from right on top of his house. She kept glancing up when she thought she could see his curtains moving, but couldn't see him. Then she did, and he wasn't trying to hide it.

Jane couldn't tell if he was doing something right by the window, or just openly watching her. She shielded her eyes with her hand and stared up at the window, but still couldn't tell if he was looking her way. She moved as casually as she could make it look, lifting her feet and putting the edge of the lounger, lifting her knees and parting her legs a little. She looked up again, and a few seconds later he had moved away.

When he didn't reappear Jane closed her eyes and enjoyed the hot sun beating down on her, after a while she sat up to apply some more sun cream. She heard a noise from nearby and saw Bob in his garden. He was side-on to her, pulling weeds from the flower beds. He heard her move and looked up.

"Nice hair," he said and smiled.

Jane was puzzled a little, then put her hand up and realised she'd inadvertently pulled her hair into a loose ponytail, with a couple of loose strands hanging in front of her ears, like Bob had done for her previously. She smiled back, and rubbed the cream into her skin, watching as he glanced over now and again. The bikini top was strapless and she wiped the cream across her chest and slid her hands into each cup, knowing it would make her nipples erect. She lifted each leg in turn, applying cream slowly. Part of her wondered if he'd offer to come and rub the cream in for her, that part of her was getting very warm.

"Jane, I have to go to work, there's an emergency," the sound of her dad broke the silence, "I'll be a few hours I think."

She told him okay and she'd stay in the pool a little longer. Bob had moved across the garden a little, facing away from her now. To get his attention again now her dad was gone, Jane jumped into the water. Bob looked around at the sound.

"Oops," Jane cried out, "almost slipped out of my top then," she finished, adjusting the bikini top as she did so.

He paused for a while and watched as she moved about, floating on the water so she could see if he watched her, then doing handstands so her pert arse bobbed out of the water. She moved to the side of the pool, and putting her arms along the edge lounged at the end of the pool facing Bob.

She knew from this angle he could see her top half out of the water, she also knew the bikini top got a little more see-through when it was wet. She pretended to close her eyes, squinting so she could still see him, watching as he knelt watching her. His hand stroked over his jeans, brushing over his crotch, Jane desperately wanted to open her eyes to see a little better, but knew if she did he would probably stop. She lifted her legs a little and let them float on the surface, letting them drift apart a little, then closed her eyes again. When she opened them a few minutes later, Bob had gone. Jane closed her eyes again, the warmth of the sun making her drowsy.

What was that noise, she couldn't make it out. Her eyes didn't seem to open properly, but she could hear what sounded like splashing. How long had she been asleep? Her eyes fought against the dark, and she then realised what it was. While still in the pool, it had gone very dark and was raining heavily, the sound she could hear was the raindrops hitting the pool water. She quickly got out of the pool picked her towel and glasses up, and ran to the door.

Damn, it was locked, her dad must have locked it in his hurry to get to work. She stepped back and looked about, but no windows were open. She could try phoning him to see if he'd come back perhaps. She groaned, remembering she'd left her phone on the kitchen table. She looked about and made a quick dash to their garden shed. No luck, that was locked too. She turned and made a quick decision to run to Bob's house. She ran across the garden and knocked on his door.

"Bob, it's Jane, can I come in please?" she shouted out.

She heard talking from inside and knocked again. She wrapped the towel around herself, it was getting wet and she was cold too. When she knocked again, Bob finally answered it. He opened the door and listened to her telling him what had happened, then told her that she could have come straight in, he wouldn't have minded. He told her to go to the living room and followed her. She walked in and stopped dead, seeing two men around the same age as him sitting around a table.

"Don't mind them gawping, we were playing cards," Bob told her, "Harry, Frank, this is Jane my neighbour's daughter."

They both said Hi and waved, but still stared at her.

"You look cold, did you say you were still in the pool?" Bob asked.

Jane nodded, feeling a little foolish.

"Harry put that fire on, the poor girl looks perished," Bob instructed.

"It might be raining outside but it's already warm in here," Frank said.

"It is, but the fire is to dry Jane's bikini out, we can't sit about in wet clothes now can she," he answered.

"Is that towel wet too?" he asked, turning to Jane, "that will need drying too."

"I erm, have nothing else to wear," Jane blushed.

"Promise we won't look," Harry laughed.

"I'll keep the towel wrapped around me," Jane said, "with the fire on and my body heat it should be dry soon enough."

She stood by the fire, clutching the towel tightly around herself, trying to cover herself up from the two sets of eyes who unlike Bob earlier, weren't even trying to hide they were trying to see as much as possible. Bob returned with a small clothes airer and after putting it up ready, held his hand out to Jane. She looked at him puzzled.

"I'll need the bikini, to dry it," he told her.

Jane held the towel tightly around her chest and reached behind to unhook the top, then held it out while still trying to cover her breasts from three sets of glaring eyes. She then stood, still holding the towel, and reached under to undo the bikini bottoms. They fastened with bows on either side so were easy to remove, and they slid to the floor. She jumped a little as Bob bent to pick them up, then he put them on the airer.

"Not much fabric on them is there?" Frank laughed.

"I bet they don't cover a lot?" Harry blurted out.

"Leave her alone you two, come on let's get back to our game," Bob scolded.

He pointed to the sofa, telling he she'd be close to the fire them so the towel would dry quicker and she'd warm up soon enough.

"Oh, where's my manners, do you want a hot drink?" Bob asked.

Jane said yes, but that she'd do it herself, she knew where things were. As she went to the kitchen she could hear them talking and laughing, most was indistinguishable but she did make out Frank saying he could almost see her arse peeping out of the bottom of the towel. Her coffee made, she returned to sit to again see three pairs of eyes on her. She had to sit awkwardly, trying to keep her legs together as she knew the towel was riding up, but also trying not to pull it down at the front.

They carried on playing cards, Jane would have thought they'd forgotten she was there if she didn't get the occasional glance from one of them. Bob did look over at one point and asked if she wanted a book to read, to give her something to do, but not wanting to let go of the towel for too long in case it slipped she declined.

"Hey, here's something to keep you busy, get us some more drinks from the fridge please?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, get one for yourself too," Frank added.

She stood and walked into the kitchen, her heart beating fast as she heard Frank whisper, a little too loud unless he meant her to hear, that he could see her sweet little ass poking from beneath the towel as she walked. She opened the fridge door and saw the bottles of lager. Now she had to try to pick up the bottles, two in each hand for all of them, without dropping either them or the towel. She clutched her elbows by her sides, walking back awkwardly, to laughing as Frank refused to take the bottle from her and held his hand out waiting for her to pass it to him.

Jane laughed back and somehow managed to set the bottles on the table while they all watched on, to cheers and claps as she managed it. As she went to pick her bottle up, the towel started to slip, Jane catching it with her spare hand just as it was about to fall beneath her breasts.

"Oh, spoilsport," Frank laughed.

She sat back down, lifting her feet up onto the sofa in front of her, sipping from the bottle while they played on. She saw Harry looking more now and realised with the angle of her legs he could see the entirety of the outside of her leg facing him.

"Do you want to play?" Bob suddenly asked.

She explained she didn't know the game they were playing, and Frank said they'd be only too happy to help her learn. They showed her, and she soon got the hang of it, winning nearly every round they played.

"You're a natural, you've played this before haven't you?" Harry asked.

She laughed and told him no, but she was a quick learner.

"Seeing as you are so good, how about a side bet?" Frank asked, "As we nearly saw them anyway, if you lose we get to see those sweet little titties."

"No, that's not fair at all," Jane scolded.

They played the next few hands with Jane winning each time. Harry had bought her another bottle of lager and they encouraged her to drink. Although only her second bottle her head started to turn a little fuzzy.

"You come last, we see your tits," Frank instructed, "one of us loses, you choose what we do."

"I can choose anything?" Jane laughed.

They all agreed, and after a few more hands all three of the guys had their tops off and were sitting in shorts. Harry laughed and said he was glad as it wasn't only the fire that was making him hot. The next hand played, and Jane lost. She gulped as they cheered, and quickly pulled the towel down and pulled it back up.

"Oh not fair, I barely saw them," Harry frowned.

"It's not my fault you weren't looking, you knew what was coming," Jane giggled.

"Right, if you lose you have to leave the towel down, leave them on show," Harry said.

The guys went pensive, Jane saying she wasn't sure.

"Come on, you've only lost a couple of hands all the time we've been playing, what are the chances?" Frank told her.

She won the next couple of hands, Frank and Harry now down to their underwear. Loud cheers rang out as she lost the next hand, and slowly pulled the towel down her body and fastened it around her stomach. Three sets of eyes stared at her pert mounds of flesh, her now erect nipples like bullets. She felt her stomach flutter at being so brazen in front of them. The next hand played, and she won.

"Your turn Bob, trousers off so you're down to your underwear too," Jane giggled.

Bob stood and faced her, slowly undoing his zip, Frank and Harry watching on expectedly. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down. Jane gasped as his cock sprang free, half erect but noticeably bigger than her dildo, bigger than Josh when erect. Harry and Frank laughed hard at her staring at it.

"Ha ha, your face, Bob never wears underwear, we knew he'd be commando under there," Frank laughed.

She took the bottle and drank the last of it, Harry quickly handing her another. They played again, and the next two hands she won again. Now she didn't know where to look as all three men were totally naked. Jane got distracted by keeping peeking to the side of the table where Bob sat naked, his bigger penis enticing her to look at him more. Unsurprisingly she lost.

"Towel completely off," Bob said a little sternly.

Jane stood slowly, and Bob made her turn to face him. She undid the towel, and let it slip to the floor. She stood, one arm over her breasts, the other covering between her legs. Harry and Frank whistled with happiness at seeing her fully naked. Bob motioned for her to sit. They played another hand, and Jane lost again. Bob motioned her to stand.

"Turn and face the sofa, legs apart, then bend with your hands on the cushions," he instructed.

"What? No way," Jane protested.

"You lost, you forfeit," Bob told her.

Jane sighed and shrugged, but did what she was told. Her stomach started to flutter again, knowing her sex was fully on show for them, and how hot she was down to be doing so. She jumped as fingers slid gently across her buttocks, slowly down into her pussy.

"Fuck, she's soaked, she's properly enjoying this," she heard Harry say.

The fingers stayed and more slid over her arsehole, another set playing with her nipples. Were they all touching her? She went to turn but a hand on the back of her head stopped her from turning to look. The hands all moved away.

"Another hand?" Bob asked.

"What's the next forfeit going to be?" Jane asked.

"Handjobs all around?" Frank answered and started laughing.

They played again, and Jane lost again. A realisation came over her that they'd been letting her win on purpose at first. Bob instructed her to sit in the middle of the sofa, and he stood facing her. Once again she couldn't take her eyes off his huge cock bobbing in front of her. He stroked slowly, then took her hand and guided it to his cock. Jane gasped, both at the size and how hot it felt. She stroked him and watched as his cock grew in her hand until erect and pointed at her.

He handed one of the empty bottles to her and told Jane to use it on herself while watching his cock, to imagine it was him. She frowned at him, but a mixture of being engrossed in his cock and wanting it inside did as he asked. She slid the neck along her pussy and across her clit, then pushed it inside. After a few minutes, Bob instructed her to turn it around. Holding the neck of the bottle on the sofa, she stood and lowered slowly onto it, gasping loudly as her pussy stretched around it.

She felt the sofa move, and Harry and Frank sat on either side, both now naked too, both sporting erections around seven inches long. While he told her to keep watching him, hands took her wrists and guided them to their erections. She squatted on the sofa, Harry and Frank holding her weight while she wanked them while staring at Bob's cock. After a few minutes of this, she saw Bob nod to Frank, who pushed her sideways.

Now lying down more, Harry pushed his cock into her mouth and started to fuck it. Although not as big as Bob, she still gagged now and again when he tried to force his cock deep down into her throat. He held her head, and she felt her legs being moved also. Now on all fours along the sofa, she felt the bottle being removed and a cock took its place. Now the rhythm was set by Frank, as he fucked her his thrusts pushed her down onto Harry's cock.

"Play with my balls," she heard Harry call out.

She looked up at Bob who nodded his approval. She stared at his cock again and thought to herself that if she could get Harry to cum quicker, she might get to sample Bob's bigger cock sooner. She cupped his balls and squeezed and played with them while working her tongue along his shaft.

Smack! She yelped as Frank slapped her buttock hard, then yelped again as his hands went to her shoulders and he started fucking her as hard as he could manage. She held Harry's cock and tried to keep her mouth on it, but the pace of his thrusts was making her head bob about too much. She cried out again at the next slap of her arse, and Harry grabbed her neck, pushing her head back to face Frank.

"Tell him you love it, but beg him to fuck you harder," Harry instructed.

Jane nodded, and got a sharp slap to the buttocks again, now red and stinging.

"Fuck me harder," she hissed.

Frank seemed to get even faster, now she had no choice but to stop sucking on Harry, who insisted she keep telling Frank what she wanted.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me," she told him repeatedly between groans of pleasure.

She looked at Bob who was still standing in the same place, his cock now glistening with his pre-cum smeared along his shaft, and saw him give a feint smile when she started pushing her arse back to meet Frank's thrusts. She heard him grunt and prayed he was close. She tried to squeeze her pussy on him, but suddenly Frank stopped and pulled his cock from her. Had he cum? She didn't think so, she certainly didn't feel like he had. Harry was pulling at her hips, and he turned her to face the other way.

"Great little arse," Harry blurted out, "and that pussy looks beautiful now it's gaping for me."

He stroked her buttocks, slapping her but this time tiny little slaps, more frequent, soft moans emitting from Jane's throat. She felt Frank push his cock in, and she tasted herself on his cock as he started to fuck her mouth. Harry dug his nails into the flesh of her arse, scraping down and making her cry out as much as the cock in her mouth allowed her. She heard Bob laugh, then Harry plunged his cock deep into her pussy. He held her hips, trying to force his cock as far into her as he could, and Frank did the same at the other end. Jane felt fuller than ever, seemingly they would meet somewhere in her chest or stomach. She gagged on Frank's cock and saliva drooled out onto the sofa.

After a few minutes of more frantic fucking and Jane gasping for breath, she heard Bob say something. Harry and Frank pulled out and moved her to be kneeling facing Bob. She smiled to herself, hopefully now was the time. She felt Harry and Frank on either side of her, and now they took turns holding her head and forcing her mouth onto the other. With their free hands, they pulled her nipples roughly, twisting and seemingly trying to pull them off, now and again grabbing her small pert breasts and squeezing hard until they too were red and sore.

They fucked her mouth hard, taking it in turns, laughing as they did so, laughing louder each time Jane started to gag until they withdrew and she coughed saliva again. Frank slapped her cheek a little, telling her to take his cock right down or he'd do it again. She gasped for breath when Harry pinched her nose. Suddenly they pushed her down and she lay sprawled on the floor.

"Ride them both, in turn, as hard as you can manage," Bob instructed.

He pulled her to her feet and smiled at her, hand under her chin, leaning in as though to kiss her, his hand sliding between her legs and rubbing against her clit. Jane didn't want to move, waiting for him to release her sweet orgasm, but he pushed her towards Harry with a huge grin on his face, his cock hard and angry looking. He pulled her onto him with his other hand and pulled her down onto his cock.

"Ride me harder," he cried out.

His hands roughly gripped her buttocks as he dictated her pace, pulling her down onto him, fingernails digging into her soft flesh. She gasped for breath with each thrust, his cock pushing deep inside her, and she found herself wondering how much further Bob would reach inside. Happy with her now, Harry grabbed her breasts hard and took her nipples into his mouth.

"Fuck him, baby, fuck him good," Frank told her, "my turn soon though Harry."

Harry slapped both buttocks at the same time, making her cry out, then pushed her off him and towards Frank. Frank pulled her like a rag doll and pushed her crudely down onto his cock, this time slapping her arse if she wasn't riding him fast enough for his liking.

Jane groaned she knew she was getting close, and she found herself begging for release. She heard Bob laugh, and he said something to Harry. She felt a hand between her legs and knew it was Harry as Frank was squeezing her breasts hard still. Fingers slid along her clit, rubbing as she rode, each thrust edging her closer, closer until she screamed loud.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," she cried out as she shook, her legs trembling, her body starting to go limp.

Throughout her orgasm Frank now held her hips, making her still ride him, and her orgasm had barely finished before she heard Bob say something else, and the fingers moved from her clit and around to her arsehole. Still riding Frank one, two and then three fingers slid into her arsehole, and then suddenly a cock was pushed into her throat.

She glanced up to see Harry perched on the back of the sofa, holding the sides of her head and keeping her mouth on his cock while Frank still fucked her hard. She realised then that it was Bob fingering her arse, or at least keeping his fingers in place while her riding Frank made her arse envelop his fingers too. She squealed at the feeling of all three holes being used. Her arse felt fuller than ever before, she'd tried a finger in there before out of curiosity but never more than one.

"You ready?" she heard Bob ask.

She tried to ask what for but the cock in her mouth stopped her, but she realised he hadn't been talking to her when Harry and Frank both replied yes. They quickly stopped and withdrew from her, Bob still fingering her arse and she was pulled to a standing position. Hands went behind her legs, at the back of her knees, and she felt herself lifted. She drew a sharp intake of breath as she felt Bob's cock trace up her legs and over her buttocks, and it nestled between them close to where his fingers still worked her little rosebud.

"Oh shit, oh fuck," Jane cried out as fingers slid into her pussy and over her clit.

Bob's fingers worked quicker still and he slid the other arm around her waist to keep her steady, feeling her body start to tremble once more. Maybe it was the feel of his fat cock as much as her arse, pussy and clit being worked simultaneously, but Jane felt an immense feeling surge through her and she came hard, a much stronger orgasm than normal, and tried to apologise throughout her orgasm as she squirted over the willing hands working her.

Just as her orgasm subsided, the fingers in her arse were removed and she felt a surge of cool air suck its way in, quickly followed by crying out at the feeling of it being stretched once more. This time it was something much wider, much harder, her arse gripping so tightly she could feel each vein on Bob's shaft sliding along her anal walls. Harry and Frank held her steady as Bob pushed his cock in slowly, then he put his arms under her legs and supported her weight.

Jane was quietly impressed that he could hold her weight easily enough, although she wasn't the biggest of girls he was quite old. Those thoughts were quickly lost as he started lifting and dropping her, Jane crying out as his cock pushed deep into her arse. His arms rested on the back of her thighs as he used her like a rag doll, holding her still while he fucked her arse quicker and quicker. Jane leaned against his body, her back getting wet from the sweat dripping down his chest, her arms reaching behind herself and holding on to his neck.

"Tell me how much you've been waiting for this?" Bob whispered into her ear.

"So so long," Jane whispered back.

"I know, you're a teasing little bitch aren't you?" he continued.

"Yes, I've been a bad bad girl," she told him.

"Yes, you fucking have," Bob grunted.

He moved his hands, clamping them at the back of her neck, lifting her legs so her ankles were by her ears, her legs spread further still. He started to fuck her hard and fast, faster than before, ignoring her protests that it was hurting, and letting her get used to him first. She was helpless in his arms, unable to move, unable to resist, crying out with each thrust, her eyes rolling back. Then the fingers returned to her clit.

Her soul felt like it was on fire, her stomach churning, her heart beating faster and faster, her body feeling like it was going to explode. And explode it did, she got a quick vision of Harry and Frank both kneeling beneath her and them both chuckling as she squirted once more. When her body relaxed, Bob was slowly pushing her off his cock. She looked at the others, a quick glance but enough to see them both smiling, their faces wet, Harry using his fingers to taste her juices.

"Don't get too comfortable, we haven't finished with you yet," Bob grunted.

He moved her across and lay her on her back on the table, then grabbed her thighs and pulled her arse just off the edge. She knew Harry and Frank had stood on either side by her head when she felt her hands being moved to play with their cocks. She started stroking, then groaned loudly as Bob forced his cock deep into her arse once more. There was no finesse now, he just fucked her as hard as he could, and now she could feel his cock pushing up into her stomach and beyond. She felt a hand on her head, Harry guiding her mouth to his cock, letting her try to suck him but failing with how hard she was being pushed along the table.

Hands roughly pulled at her breasts and nipples again, and Bob used a thumb to rub along her clit, then removed it and laughed at Jane protesting that he'd done so. He pushed her legs up and placed her ankles on his shoulders, then pushed her thighs back. Jane groaned again as somehow his cock felt bigger still. She begged him to let her cum again, to laughter from Harry and Frank. Bob grunted and said something she didn't hear properly.

It was Harry that came first, catching Jane unaware, he turned her head quickly and started to cum over her face, the first spurt covering her eye. Spurt after spurt flew over her until she felt him pulling away, his cock sliding from her hand. Not long after Frank twisted her head, and he too came on her face for the first couple of spurts, before twisting and shooting over her breasts, his cum hot but welcoming on her red and sore flesh. Bob's grunts became louder still, and his thumb went back to her clit and this time stayed in place.

"Fill me up, cum up my arse," Jane heard herself cry out.

As she did so she came again, and her legs trembled as Bob finally released, keeping his cock deep in her anal cavity as he shot his load deep inside her. When he'd finally finished cumming, he moved around the table and pulled her head to him, pushing his cock into her mouth and telling her to lick him clean which she did so with gusto.

She lay on the table for a while, sore and tired, trying to regain a bit of composure, to get her breath back. She glanced up at the clock and gasped. She'd been here almost three hours altogether. She shot up, wondering if her dad had arrived home yet, she didn't want him to see her in this state, the bikini wouldn't hide much.

She'd been aware of the guys wandering around but was still surprised when she noticed they were all dressed again. Bob held her bikini out to her and told her that it was dry now, and she quickly pulled it back on. She looked at herself in the mirror, red finger marks could be seen all over her chest, and she twisted and noticed her buttocks were much worse, and there was also a small trickle of cum running down the back of her thigh.

"Yeah, she's here, I let her hang out when it started raining," she heard Bob say.

She looked to see him talking on his phone and heard him say that it wasn't a problem.

"Your dad will be home in around ten minutes," he told her.

"You phoned him?" Jane asked.

"Yeah, you won't get in else, when he gets back and the door is locked, he'd have wondered where you were," Bob answered.

He held out a shirt, telling me to put it on. Jane looked at him puzzled, and he said that he didn't think her dad would be very happy if he thought she'd been sitting around in a bikini all this time, and it would cover all the red marks on her body. He also told her that it would be better if she didn't mention Harry and Frank being here.

"Is your dad at work tomorrow?" he asked.

"I'm not sure, why?" Jane asked.

"Maybe if he is you could bring my shirt back, and maybe you could be wearing nothing else?" he smiled.

Jane laughed and then turned as she heard a car horn sounding, knowing her dad was back home.

"And maybe there may be some more of my friends here," Bob chuckled.