You own your own land. You like your privacy. So what do you do? You put up discrete fences and signs saying no trespassing. The signs are posted on each path leading onto your property. They're on the gates that block the paths. Trespassers prosecuted, they say.
How effective are these signs? Not worth the paint it cost to make them was Gary's considered opinion. He'd strolled down to the beach and found it littered with naked women. Well, OK, there were only two of them and they weren't naked, strictly speaking, but they might as well have been. Two pairs of bikini bottoms were all they had between them and those two items sure didn't add up to very many square inches of material.
Gary was willing to concede that the girls were well worth looking at. A brunette and a blonde with pretty faces and nice figures, in the rough age range of eighteen to twenty. Very nicely developed figures, for that matter. The blonde's mammary development was little short of superb, and the brunette wasn't far behind. In another situation Gary wouldn't mind spending time just standing looking at them walk around.
Lazing around on his beach, possibly interfering with some careful botanical studies, was not where he wanted to see these young ladies. He strolled down to the beach to confront the intruders.
"Fucking hell," groused Leanne. "You find a secluded beach to do a bit of topless tanning and up pops a pervert. Do these bastards have boob radar or something? I blame you, Michelle. Blondes draw these types like flies to manure."
"Oh, thank you very much," snapped Michelle. "What a charming analogy."
"You know what I mean. For god's sake, don't smile at him. If you do we'll never be rid of him. As a matter of fact, don't even look at him. I'll chase him away."
"At least give him a chance to say hullo. He might be very nice."
"If he was nice he'd be at a beach where there are a lot of people, not here perving on us."
The girls watched as Gary approached, trying to look as if they were oblivious to him. They'd let him say hullo and then send him on his way.
At least, Michelle had decided to let him say hullo and then send him on his way. Leanne had other ideas.
Gary was nearing the two young ladies, making no attempt to disguise his approach, when the brunette suddenly whirled around and glared at him.
"What do you want, pervert?" she snapped. "Looking for a free titty show? Piss off, you're not wanted here."
"Leanne," protested Michelle, mortified.
"Just letting him know where he stands," Leanne responded.
"Where I stand is on private land," Gary calmly informed them. "My private land. Land that is prominently posted with no trespassing signs. Land that is currently undergoing some botanical experiments that I don't want endangered by strange people wandering around and contaminating things. Do either of you read. English, that is, because that's the language the signs are in."
Michelle was blushing but Leanne was fuming.
"Yes, we can read," she snapped. She had to admit they'd seen the signs and ignored them. She'd known this beach was here and had come regardless of the fact that the land was now posted.
"Then I'm sure you know the meaning of the words no trespassing. Do you also know what trespassers prosecuted means? Those words were also on the signs."
"You wouldn't really prosecute us, would you?" asked Michelle, appalled.
"Like a shot. One case before the courts is quite a deterrent to future trespassers. Can you please give me your names and addresses and proof of identity?"
"No, we will not, and you can't make us," stated Leanne.
"I see. You'd rather wait until the police get here and give them your details. Of course, having to come right out here they might arrest you and take you back in their car. Won't that be a thrill, riding in a police car?"
"Leanne, you're only making matters worse," Michelle quietly protested.
"Fine," snapped Leanne. "We'll get our stuff and get out of your hair."
"That's nice. Ah, names and addresses first, please."
"Leanne, we can't be arrested. Do something."
"What am I supposed to do?"
"I don't know. Something. Talk to him, but do it politely. You can see he means it. I told you we shouldn't ignore the signs. You're just making it worse by being nasty."
"Fine. You go and get our things together while I talk to him. Never knew a man yet who could resist a heaving bosom, especially if it's not covered."
Blushing, Michelle scampered over to the tree under which they'd left their things. The first thing she did was put on her top, feeling a lot happier. She glanced over at Leanne who was talking earnestly to the man, standing very close to him. From what Michelle could see she'd pulled her shoulders back and pushed her chest forward, emphasizing her endowments.
Leanne moved closer to the stranger. A little adjustment of her posture and she could see his eyes dropping to her breasts. That's right, look at them and get your mind off things like trespassing.
"Listen, we're terribly sorry but we just had to get away from the main beaches. When we're there we can't get a proper tan. You get all sorts of perverts sneaking up on us hoping to grab a feel. That's why I reacted the way I did when I first saw you. I'm terribly sorry about that. Ah, what's your name?"
"Gary," he said, giving nothing else away.
"OK, Gary. Are you married? I didn't see a ring on your finger."
"No."
"Oh. I just wondered. I'm Leanne. It must get lonely at times without a regular partner. I know Michelle finds it so. Oddly enough I'm between boyfriends right now, too, but it seems to upset Michelle when she hasn't got a man in tow. Blondes are like that, aren't they? They always seem to need an attentive man.
Anyway, can't we do something to fix this silly trespassing thing? Michelle worries about things like this and I know that she'd be really grateful, well we both would be, of course, but Michelle especially. She finds you attractive by the way. I could tell by the way she looked at you.
I mean, I'm sure that there must be something we could do to make it up to you. I know Michelle feels that way. She'd be willing to do almost anything not to get into trouble."
Leanne gave a nervous little giggle. "Oh, dear, perhaps I shouldn't have phrased it quite like that. It almost sounds like an indecent suggestion. There again, that's blondes for you."
"Are you suggesting that you're going to try to bribe me to forget this incident?"
"What? Certainly not. I wouldn't do anything like that but I know Michelle, well I mean both of us, would be willing to show a little gratitude by way of apology. She does hate being the centre of attention. Well, that is she hates it if she's not controlling it. You should see her on the dance floor. She loves being the centre of attention there. She's got a great body and I just wish my breasts were as big as hers. Not that I'd flaunt them the way she does at times."
"Oh," she said, looking down at her own breasts, prominently on display, "I don't mean in a private setting like this where we're getting a tan, but I certainly couldn't go topless on the main beach."
Neither could Michelle, in Gary's opinion. He'd seen the white triangles from where she normally wore a bikini top. Not the sort of girl to go topless in his opinion.
"It seems to me that you're strongly suggesting that Michelle might be willing to have sex with me to forget this little problem," Gary said repressively.
"Oh, no, no, no. I never said that. I just said that she'd, ah, we'd be very grateful. My goodness if you offered to have sex with her, ah, I mean with one of us, she'd feel compelled to say no on principle as she doesn't really know you.
Still I have to admit that if you leaned on her she'd probably yield so you should just ignore any protests. I hate to have to say it about a friend but she doesn't really have a strong moral backbone. I'm not saying she's easy, goodness me, no, but she does tend to bow a little too readily to pressure, if you get what I mean.
Besides, I wasn't saying that Michelle would be willing to have sex with you, certainly not. I wouldn't suggest such a thing. I was just saying that she, that is, we, would be really grateful if you could forget the trespassing stuff. We'd fade away afterwards and you'd never know we'd been here."
"To be blunt, you're saying forget the trespass and I can screw Michelle. Whoops, strike that. Screw one of you." Gary let his eyes linger on Michelle, standing waiting under the tree for them to finish talking.
"Of course, if I agreed, the pair of you would promptly take me at my word and do a runner."
"And you're too slow to catch her to claim your reward?" came the cynical reply.
Gary slowly nodded. "I think I understand what you're saying. Call her over."
Michelle came hurrying, relieved that things had been sorted out. Gary smiled benignly at her.
"You can relax now," he told her. "Leanne has kindly agreed to let me get friendly with her by way of apology. You can stay and watch if you like."
Even as he spoke he was taking firm hold of Leanne's arm.
Michelle was looking slightly shocked and apparently didn't know what to say. Leanne, on the other hand, was looking totally stunned and did know what to say.
"What are you talking about?" she demanded, her voice rising. "Not me. You can't mean me. You mean Michelle."
