But it was the shape of her face that was her most unique and endearing feature, being almost triangular, with high cheekbones and a slightly pointed chin, which gave her a very unusual yet strangely alluring appearance.
Today she was wearing a lemon coloured summer dress, cut quite low at the front, revealing a tantalising glimpse of pale bare flesh between her lovely
'A cup'
breasts, the view of which left it obvious that her firm figure required no artificial support - hence, there was none. This was plain to see, as the dark rings and tiny points of her small caramel nipples were just visible through the thin silky material.
The dress itself was buttoned down the front, right to the hem, which ended a little more than half way up her slender yet delightfully shapely thighs, and she wore lemon coloured patent leather court shoes with a matching clutch bag, which alone must have cost in the region of a hundred dollars or more.
Daniel had a fixation with Penny, right through his adolescence, but he hadn't always wanted her.
He remembered when she was born, and when his parents had dragged him to the christening just after her second birthday, and everyone else was
coo coo-ing
and
goo goo-ing
- he just thought, 'Oh. It's a baby. So what?'
He took no interest in her while she was growing up. When he was ten and she was five, he would be taken to visit his aunt and uncle, or they would bring her to his house, and she would always want him to sit with her and play with her.
Around that time, Daniel got the feeling that there might be something going on between his mam and uncle Bertram, because they were always looking at one another and smiling when they thought on-one else was watching.
By the age of seven or eight, Penelope adored him - nay, worshiped him, but to him she was still just a gawky little kid always being a nuisance, and always wanting him to read her stories or have pretend tea parties or play with her dolls. By that time, his parents had separated and his father had left. He was never told why - but he knew. It was because his mother had the habit of wanting to fuck every man she met - and often did.
One time, when Daniel was fourteen and Penelope was nine, he accidentally caught sight of her knickers, and she noticed his reaction. From then on, she would
accidentally
let it happen more often - just to get his attention. She didn't realise what she was doing, of course, but that didn't make it any easier for Daniel.
When she reached the age of ten, and she began to develop mentally, she was starting to learn about her own body, and the difference between boys and girls. At that time she would have been happy to let him do anything he wanted with her, but there wasn't anything that he wanted - least-ways, not from her.
His aunt and uncle would sometimes visit and when his mother took him to visit them, Penelope often had friends there too. Several of her friends would think it fun to climb all over him. One girl in particular - a deep tanned half-caste girl, who was slightly more developed and far less reserved than the others - she would be all over him, doing all sorts of naughty, adventurous things that demure young ladies are not supposed to do.
That,
he didn't seem to mind too much, and the girl would take the greatest delight in pressing herself up against him - to the obvious displeasure of Penny herself.
In response, Penelope would sit on the floor against a wall, with her knees raised in a very unladylike fashion, and she would giggle as he tried to avoid staring at her knickers.
When she was eleven, she began to develop more - physically, and if they were staying overnight, when her bedtime came, she would always want Daniel to read her story instead of her mother or father. They were only too happy for a break, of course, particularly as it allowed aunt Felicity to keep an eye on Bert and her sister. But when they were alone together, Daniel was always careful not to let things go too far and get
out of hand
- if you get my meaning.
Soon they began to play more together, until one day Penelope wanted to play doctors and nurses. They were in her bedroom, and she asked him to give her an examination. That was where he drew the line. From then on, he became very wary of letting their games become too intimate.
Even so, as the years passed, he began to notice more and more, how pretty she was becoming, and how lovely her beautiful long blonde hair looked, and how lovely her green eyes were. When she reached thirteen he began to dream about her. He often dreamed they were married and in bed together, and he would wake in the night to find a mess in his bed.
One time, when she was fourteen, they all came to stay. He got up for the loo in the night and ventured to peek into her room - just being curious. He was surprised to find her lying awake with her knees up. As soon as she saw the light from the open door, she straightened out and sat up, clutching the sheet up around her bare top.
He entered the room cautiously and asked if he could get in with her, but she was scared they might get caught so she wouldn't let him under the covers. She did, however, allow him to lie on top beside her. It was a warm night and he fell asleep, and when he awoke, she was on top of the bed beside him, with her arms around him. But as soon as he stirred, it woke her and she made him go back to his own room.
Ever since that night, he would have dreams about her. By now he was deeply in love with her, but they never got together properly. Also, he was becoming much taller, and very skinny. In due course, she began to lose interest in him, particularly when he would ask if any of her friends were coming over.
The years moved on and she no longer had eyes for him. While she had developed into a dream of a beauty, he had morphed into a lanky, awkward, misfit sort of lad, and she could hardly believe how she had once wanted him. He would spend many a lonely, sweaty night with nothing but a spare pillow, a box of tissues, and his vivid imagination for company.
Oh how he wished he had taken advantage when she was younger - when she wanted him. Perhaps she would have still loved him, the way he now loved her.
Oh how he regretted his reluctance to take her when he'd had the opportunity. But now it was going to be different. Now she was away from home and at last he would have his chance. As soon as he got her alone, with no uncle and aunt around to interfere and disturb them, he would find a way to take her.
His mother, Marika, had all but said as much. He had overheard her and Uncle Jason talking about them - about him and Penelope, and how as soon as they got her away from civilisation, she would be fair game. They must be planning to help him get together with her, he presumed, and when his chance came he intended to make the most of the moment.
Mother was sure to help him - he was certain of it. He wanted this girl so badly, but not just to use and abuse, like some others might. Daniel was in love with her. He knew he had missed the perfect opportunity when she was younger, and he was sorely regretting that. This time it would be different, but he knew he would have competition for her. Looking around at the other men - older, more mature men, he was going to have some very stiff competition - and even from some of the women.
But he knew that very soon she would be his. No more pillow to hug. No more tissues to wipe up the mess. Now she would be his.
Even now he was trying against all odds to engage the girl in conversation, but they were repeatedly being interrupted by the plump Icelandic teacher Annetta, who clearly had her own designs on the nubile, pert breasted blonde, sitting straight backed with her shoulders back and pushing her attractive bust forward, causing distraction for most of the men and several of the women too. Her parents had always taught her that posture was so important, and right now that advice was paying dividends.
Almost all eyes were on her - many lusting over her, even Nathan, who by now had moved away and was standing talking with Diva and Indira, the latter of whom (by the look on
her
face) clearly had eyes for him. Despite her being relatively tall, as they stood together Nathan towered over the skinny, flat chested Indira, and it was plain to see that you could probably fit two or maybe three of her into the space that
he
occupied. But without a doubt, Nathan was more interested in fitting just one of him inside her.
However, as soon as they spotted the new group arrive, Nathan turned his head toward Marika and stared, earning him an inviting smile from the statuesque Filipino - which didn't go unnoticed by Jason.
"Hi everyone," Jason greeted them, breaking the ice.
"Hello," Marika waved, resulting in a chorus of
Hello's
and waves of acknowledgement from the girls.
"No sign of Simon yet?" Jason observed. The others shook their heads. "And where's Flash?" he asked.
"Ray Walters?" Kevin queried. "Oh, he's here. Out on the tarmac right now. Overseeing the kit being loaded onto the plane," he told them.
"Marika, I'd like you to meet Kevin Fry," Jason introduced the short guy. Kevin stared up at Marika and smiled, almost leering as his eyes repeatedly glanced down, spending significantly longer studying her firm, shapely bust which was almost level with his face. She didn't really mind, in fact she found it quite amusing that he was so taken with her figure.
