It all started with a conversation over a fence...
Tracey's neighbor Mr Green, a nice old man who was always friendly, just happened to be in his garden when Tracey was sunbathing in her bikini.
Funny, he often seemed to be in the garden when she was sunbathing and yet his garden still looked a bit run down. He was very handy though and was always willing to help in one way or another.
It was Mr Green who fitted a security system in her house that looked over her garden. He said that as a single girl she needed a bit of protection against the criminals and perverts out there. He didn't even take any money from her as he said he had the bits lying around and they were doing no good in the basement. It did look a bit bulky with a zoom lens like a camera, but he had assured her it was just a motion detector and told her not to worry if it moved as it was designed to scan the area. She didn't know anything about these things and was grateful for his concern.
Her garden was quite private really with a high building on one side, which had no windows and only Mr Green's chest high metal fence on the other side.
He was often away, "sightseeing" he said, though he never explained where, but he always told her when he would be away. On these occasions Tracey was daring enough to sunbathe topless in her garden and on some occasions even completely nude if she knew he was going away for several days. He always seemed lucky with these visits as the weather was nearly always settled and sunny. As she lived on her own, his sensor moving to and fro seemed comforting as if it was watching over her.
But to get back to the story, Mr Green also helped out at the local youth club, odd for an old man to be doing this, but then he was always a dab hand at fixing things there as well. (He'd even put a fire sensor system in the club house including one in the senior girls shower room, to protect them against fire and at no cost.) Anyway, apparently the club had been invited to visit one of the eastern European countries on an exchange visit. They went over there and their boys and girls came over here. Only older kids were offered this and they all had to be over 18 for legal reasons. The government was offering to cover the cost of the trip and so they had jumped at the opportunity. The only problem was they needed an adult female to go along as there were a couple of girls going, and their usual lady was in hospital at the moment. So Mr Green had approached Tracey to see if she could help out?
Tracey was not sure about this, as she knew the Rainbow Youth club and had heard some of the kids were a bit rough. However Mr Green had explained the situation and in the end Tracey had agreed to help out.
On the day before they were to go she met up with the other adults to finalize details, and to her surprise and horror Mr Chambers her ex-boss was also at the meeting. Mr Chambers was known as a dirty old man who was always trying to touch up his staff, and it was this beside other issues that had led to Tracey leaving.
"Why, hello Tracey, fancy seeing you here," he leered at her.
Tracey was lost for words and was close to saying she wouldn't go, but she knew they were counting on her and they would have little chance to finding somebody else, and of course her name was on the tickets. So she grimaced and vowed to stay as far away as she could from him.
They went through their itinerary which seemed fairly straight forward, with visits to various castles, churches and beauty spots and one to an isolated shrine in the mountains that was apparently over two thousand years old. There was talk about what they should take and where they would be staying. The weather was warm as summer had bloomed this year, and where they were going it promised to be even warmer.
The only dark cloud on the horizon concerned the border situation between the two countries they were visiting. Lately there had been a few rumbles of discontent, but nothing had come of it. There had been a few incidences concerning cars going through the border points and being delayed for several hours, but again nothing to be too worried about. They were also well away from the populated areas and so it was decided they would go ahead.
It was over a week later. Tracey walked slowly through the old town of Guyuya, following the group as she took in the sights. It was as if time had stood still. The old stone dwellings and cobble streets were like nothing she had seen before. Nothing was square not even the people who seemed bent over from their labors. The holiday was going quite smoothly if one ignored Mr Chambers constant groping and the boys leering at her all the time. Still she was pleasantly surprised to find herself enjoying the whole thing. The kids were pretty good as there was plenty to occupy them. It was a bit warm but she had taken light clothes and so didn't find it too much of a problem.
There was little sign of the troubles she had read about before they left home, though an occasional bit of news indicated there was still problems, anyway there was only two days left and they had only to visit the old shrine and then they were back home.
The following day it was hot, as they piled onto the coach. The shrine was a way out of town and they had to cross over a border to access the region. They left in good spirits with the boys singing dirty songs which made Tracey blush a bit but didn't seem to worry the other adults including Mr Chambers.
Due to the heat she had worn a light white sleeveless top which on reflection was possibly a little too light as her well filled frilly bra could be easily seen through the material. The armholes were also a worry as they did seem a little too large, allowing, as she moved a glimpse of her underwear. Still it was hot and so she felt it was acceptable. Below she wore a loose short cotton mini skirt over her panties. It had been too hot to wear a slip or tights underneath, and maybe on reflection it might have been a bit short, but then short minis were all the rage at the moment.
Mr Chambers had complimented her on looking so fresh, as his eyes slid up and down her body, lingering over her breasts, as always. She frowned as she took his hand off her knee for the thousandth time, for he had managed to grab a seat next to her at the back of the bus.
She watched the scenery of endless small fields where the people struggled with the rocky ground to make a living as the bus made itself slowly up the mountain. Thank heavens for air conditioning as the heat had cranked up even further as they moved away from the coastal town. They passed very few cars as they started up the mountain, where the windy road offering spectacular views across the valleys. They had been watching the scenery for about an hour, when suddenly the bus slowed down in the middle of nowhere. The boys and girls all looked out of the windows as a cleared area appeared with some small sheds to the side of the road. Several scruffy looking guards came into view carrying sub-machine guns. The bus finally drew to a halt as the men stood looking up at the passengers. The driver was directed to turn off the motor which led to a spate of murmurings from the passengers.
"What's going on Jack?" Mr Chamber called out.
"It looks like the border point, and I think we are about to be boarded."
The passenger door opened and two armed guards climbed up the steps. The boys and girls were silent as the men walked slowly down the bus as if they were looking for something, their guns bashed against the seat tops as they progressed towards the back of the bus.
The first one saw Tracey staring up at them and turned to say something to the other guard, who smiled. He pointed to her and said something.
Tracey's heart was beating hard as he repeated what he said.
"I'm sorry I don't speak your language."
"Ah, Anglishe, eh?"
"English, yes."
"Kom, you kom," he pointed at her and Mr Chambers.
Mr Chambers stood up, but Tracey hesitated reluctant to move from her seat..
"Kom, you kom,"
The guards then grasped Tracey's arm and pulled her to her feet.
"Come along Tracey we'd better do as they say," he said over his shoulder as he walked down the aisle.
The guard push her in front of him down the aisle, with the other guard strolling slowly back up the bus.
"What's going on Bill?"
