Seduced by a family friend

Basic topless

Evan has pulled up in front of the resort in his old pickup truck. Alan opens the door and Lisa climbs in and scoots across the seat, meeting Evan’s smile. There’s a big gear stick that she has to keep her legs clear of. She sways them to the side but Evan’s hand touches her thigh as he works through the gears. He has on black trousers and a white tee-shirt, his collared shirt scrunched on the seat beneath Lisa. His shoulder is huge, his arm muscled. It’s pressing against Lisa’s as he continues working the gear lever through the streets. The two men are talking about fishing and Lisa is just sitting there bumping from one to the other as the old truck sways and lurches around corners. Her nipples are hard against the fabric of her dress.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Evan says, grinning at her. “What are you daydreaming about?” he adds, giving her side a poke.
Lisa flinches and giggles. “Nothing…. I just don’t like fishing.”
“Oh yeah?” They’re waiting at a traffic light. Evan’s eyes roll playfully and he clutches her side again.
Lisa jumps and squeezes her arm down tight. “Don’t!” she cries, giggling some more.
He chuckles. “Still as ticklish as ever, huh?”
“Yes but don’t! I mean it!”
“What about your knees? They still ticklish too?” he asks and clutches one, making Lisa shriek and grab his wrist to keep him away.
“Alright, you do the gears,” he tells her, and he drives off. “Okay – second.” Lisa pulls the stick back, crunching it into second, giggling even more. “Third!” She pushes it forward and it slots in easily that time. “Fourth,” he says, and she pulls the stick back. “Good job! I told you you could drive this old bus.”
“No thanks, I prefer sitting here in the middle.”
Evan grins and winks at Alan. “Where you can’t get away,” he teases and clutches her knee again, squeezing and gripping a little higher as she laughs and squirms.
“Don’t!” she pants, holding his wrist but not trying to push him away this time. “Meanie!”
He’s still holding her thigh, his thumb on the outside, his fingers between her legs. “What do you say, Alan – one more tickle or has she had enough?”
Alan’s face is red, his jaw set. “I think she’s had enough….”
“So – enough until we get home and then one more big one, eh?”
“No! Not one more big one!” Lisa cries.
“Quick – third!” Evan tells her, and she pushes the gear stick into third as they slow nearing their driveway. “Second,” Evan commands, his hand still upon Lisa’s thigh and squeezing a little – not tickling so much as feeling her.
Lisa pulls her bag from the floor onto her lap as the pickup lurches around the corner and onto the driveway. It’s a long way to the house and Evan’s driving slowly. Her bag is their beach carry-all, large enough to conceal the hand still upon her thigh from her boyfriend. Lisa’s heart is pounding with anticipation of the older man’s fingers moving. “You should find everything you need down here in this shed,” Evan says to Alan, veering onto the track down to a small timber pier that is on the river bordering the farm.
As Evan pulls up in front of the shack, he removes his hand from Lisa’s leg and moves the gear stick to neutral. He turns off the truck. “Have a quick look and see if you need anything from the store, Alan.”
Alan gets out of the truck but leaves the door open. As soon as he’s inside the small timber shed, Evan grabs Lisa’s sides and tickles her. She shrieks and squirms back onto the seat, and he climbs onto his knees and over her. He’s clutching her ribs and she’s gripping his arms and rolling around laughing. She tucks up her knees but he just switches and grips her thighs.
“Enough! I give up,” she cries.
He relents but remains kneeling over her. She lies there panting and still giggling. She relaxes her legs, her dress bunched up around her waist and her bikini pants on display. The older man’s eyes rove upward from them to her heaving chest. He looks up from there to meet her gaze, his eyes tinged with more than fun now. Lisa bites a lip. His eyes lower to her body again. She lies still while he looks at her. He glances at the shed then meets her eyes again. His fingers are twirling the string at her hip. Lisa’s heart stops pounding and virtually quivers as he winds the string around a finger and pulls it taut then tugs more. It’s knotted firmly and doesn’t undo other than the bow. He smiles. “That’s cheating.”
“Uh huh,” Lisa utters.
He pulls the string at her other hip and slips that bow as well, his brows waggling playfully. Lisa lifts to her elbows and looks over her shoulder to where her boyfriend went. Evan walks fingers up her sides and clutches her ribs but doesn’t tickle yet.
“Um…. No….” she whines. “No more tickles….”
He holds her eyes, his smile fading again. He looks at her chest and strokes back down to her hips. He quickly glances at the shed then meets her eyes. “You have nice tits, Lisa. Do you ever go topless at the beach?”
Lisa’s blush rises. “I never have.”
“It would be nice to go one day while you’re here…. I’d love to see them – to see you topless.”
“Oh you would, would you?” Lisa replies, shaking her head. “You’re so bad, Evan.”
“That’s because you’re hot, baby. Just looking at you makes me want to be bad. It always has.” He checks for Alan again. “Just lift up your dress and show me? Just a quick flash?”
“No! Evan!” Lisa scolds, giggling.
His grin is cheeky now. “Aw, come on – just a little look?” He tugs at the neckline of her dress, his eyes boggling.
Lisa covers her breasts with her hands but her mind is racing as she checks for her boyfriend again. She turns back to the older man. He’s smiling, his eyes alive with excitement. “But I can’t, Evan. That would be wrong of me.”
Evan smiles bigger. “Yeah, but you wanted to, didn’t you?” He sits back in his seat.
Lisa gets up and tugs the skirt of her dress down. She deliberately went braless to tease the guy. He’s not wrong. “It doesn’t matter what I might or might not want to do. It only matters what I’m supposed to do,” she tells him, challenging with a grin of her own.
Evan laughs. Alan comes from the shed with two fishing rods and a tackle box. He puts them in the back of the pickup and climbs in there, giving a thumbs-up through the rear window.
Lisa meets Evan’s gaze as he drives off towards the house. She bites a lip. His eyes lower to her chest then lift again. “It would be good if Alan agreed to the topless beach. It would be even sexier if he was there to see a bunch of other men check you out.”
Lisa just blushes and glances away, chewing on her smile.
Evan chuckles. “You DO like the idea, don’t you?”
Lisa just glances.
“I know you do, baby…. I think we need to try and talk Alan into it.”
“Yeah sure!” Lisa returns incredulously.
“There would be other women topless as well. He might like to go for a look.”
“Hmm – maybe…. He probably wouldn’t mind checking out the other women, but he wouldn’t like the idea of me taking my bikini top off.”
“He could hardly complain if he was enjoying the view. It would probably be best not to say anything until after we got there, I suppose. Then once in the mood with everyone else – just slip yours off as well…. No big deal….”
“Hmm – no big deal, huh?”…………………………………….

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