It was a hot day and Denise had finished all her chores about the place. Having some free time she decided to go swimming. There was a small dam at the rear of the property, water reserved for the orchard and animals, and quite good for swimming on a hot day. Slipping on her bikini and a beach-robe she wandered off for a relaxing dip.
Denise was a bit taken aback when she reached the small dam to find that there were a couple of men already in it, enjoying a cool swim. None of the estate hands would be here at this time of the day and even if they were they wouldn't be wasting their time by swimming. The foreman would have their balls for breakfast if they did. He was a real stickler for having the men work when they were being paid to do so.
"Excuse me, but do you realise that this is private property?" she called. "You have no right to be here."
The two men turned their attention to her, drifting closer.
"Ah, and who might you be?" one asked.
"I'm Denise. My father owns this place. I trust you know who my father is, seeing you're on his property."
"I dunno," said one of the men. "Hey, Barney, do you know who her father is?"
"Cause I do. He's the owner. The girl just told you that. Weren't you listening?"
"Maybe I asked the wrong question. Tell me, Barney, do you care who her father is?"
"Now that is indeed a better question. The short answer is no."
"You mean there's a long answer?"
"Certainly. The long answer is I neither know nor care, but I'm too polite to say that sort of thing."
The two men resumed looking at Denise who was flushing slightly. Rude imbeciles. Couldn't they see they weren't wanted?
"Just who are you?" she demanded.
"Names, Barney. We didn't give her our names, and after she was so polite as to give us hers. Where are your manners?"
"Quite right. I do apologise, Denise. He's Fred and I'm Barney. Fred Rubble and Barney Stone, to be precise."
"Fred and Barney. You've got to be kidding me."
"You have a problem with our names?" asked Fred. "We didn't deride your parent's choice of name for their child. Why do you want to make fun of ours?"
"I'm sorry," Denise said quickly, blushing. "I didn't mean anything by my comment. It's just that I couldn't help think of a TV series."
"Really? I wouldn't know why."
They couldn't be serious about those names, Denise just knew it. There again, one never knew what parents would name their children. This was one subject she felt she'd better leave alone. However. . .
"Yes, well, as I said, this is private property. What are you doing here?"
"Be nice, Fred," murmured Barney, loud enough for Denise to hear. "It's plain that the girl is a little slow."
"Gotcha," agreed Fred. "Ah, it's called swimming. We were riding our bikes up the dirt trails and spotted the water. Being a hot day we thought we'd go for a swim. That's what you now see us doing."
"The way you're dressed suggests that you also wish to go swimming," Barney said. "Are you going to join us?"
"Yes, I intend to go swimming and no, I am not going to join you. I've told you repeatedly this is private property. You'll have to leave."
"OK. Come back in about an hour and you'll find us gone."
"I don't want you gone in an hour. I want you gone now. I don't see why I should have to wait an hour for you to leave. Please get out of the water and go. Now!"
Denise glared at the intruders. How many time did she need to ask them to go. She was trying to be polite but really, they had no right to even be here.
The two men looked at each other and then Fred shrugged.
"You heard the girl. Out we get."
Denise was standing at the deep end of the water, right next to the actual dam. As they swam towards her she started thinking. If they came from the dirt tracks then they came from the other side of the water. Looking over there she could see what she assumed were piles of their clothes. So why were they getting out this side? It wouldn't be all that much faster getting out here and running around the water.
Then the men were hoisting themselves up onto the dam and walking along it towards her. Her face a bright red Denise looked pointedly upwards, having got enough of a view as the men stood up.
"Satisfied? We're out," said Fred, and she could hear the mockery in his voice. She said nothing, as loudly as she could, wishing she could join the birds flying above.
"Hey, Fred," Barney said, "that water was quite chilly. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Ah, that I would, Barney. That I would."
"Then how come, not that I'm looking, mind you, that with water like that you've got an erection?"
"That would be the fault of this lovely lady," Fred told him. "With a beautiful young thing like this checking me out as I got out of the water how could I help but show myself off to my best advantage. Ah, would that also explain you current state?"
"I really think it would, Fred. Powerful eyes on this lass, and a figure that would raise the dead. Not that certain parts of me are dead. Not by a long shot."
Despite herself Denise couldn't help glancing down. With a horrified gasp she promptly looked skyward again, waiting for the men to stop teasing her and go and get dressed. Despite herself she felt her nipples puckering and a pool of heat starting to bubble up deep within her. She was also curious about one minor detail. Barney was almost twice the size of Fred, being a big burly man compared to Fred's slenderness. So how come both their erections looked to be the same size. Surely the larger man should have the larger appendage. Not that she was going to ask, god forbid.
She could hear them getting closer and then Fred was standing right in front of her. Thankfully, this meant she could lower her head and look him in the eye without having to look him in other places.
"Tell me, Barney, what is the correct thing to do with an unwanted erection?"
"That's an excellent question, Fred," observed Barney. "I believe that in that sort of situation you really should return the erection to the one who caused it."
Denise's eyes opened wide at this comment. They opened even wider when she realised that Barney, who was standing right behind her, had slipped her beach robe off her shoulders and pushed it down her arms. It was only a wrap-around robe and she hadn't even bothered to tie up the belt. Why should she? She was at home. Now it was pooled on the ground at her feet.
"Do you mind?" she snapped acerbically.
"No, not a bit," said Fred, running his eyes over her. "That has certainly improved the view."
"That it has," agreed Barney. "Ah, I assume it hasn't done anything to temper your erection."
"If tempering means to make it bigger and better then I'd have to say yes."
"Ah, no, tempering means to make softer and more flexible."
"Then I have to say no, that has not happened."
"If you two clowns have quite finished I'd appreciate it if you'd get on your way and leave me in peace."
"We'd like to," Fred assured her, "but we have to do something about these. We can't get dressed with these hampering us."
His hand caught hers and pressed it against his erection, demonstrating to her it's size and hardness. She snatched her hand away with a startled squawk, finding that pool of heat inside her spreading, the heat starting to ease its way along her veins.
"Sorry," said Fred, catching her hand again. He caught both hands this time, lifting them up and holding them to his chest. "I hadn't realised that something like that would scare you."
"It didn't scare me. I was just not expecting to find myself holding it. Nor did I want to."
She tried to pull her hands away but found Fred holding on quite firmly. Not crushing her hands at all, just firmly holding them. Holding them so firmly, in fact, that she couldn't do anything when Barney carefully pushed the bottom half of her bikini down. Not just a little down but all the way to her ankles down. Then he was busy undoing the ties of her bra, pulling it free and dropping it next to her feet.
Denise stood there, speechless, Fred still holding her hands. She was having trouble crediting what had happened. These fools had quickly and competently stripped her, leaving her standing there naked, face burning, temper boiling, and her body generally seeming to be extraordinarily heated. She tried to snatch her hands free from Fred, relieved to find that he readily relinquished his grip.
"Just what do you two maniacs think you're doing?" she demanded hotly.
"Why, Denise, I'd have thought that was obvious," Barney said. "You caused our erections so we're going to have you attend to them. It's a lot easier to attend to a man's erection when you're naked so we just helped you get that way."
"And exactly what does that mean, apart from letting me know you have vivid imaginations?"
"We are going to relax and let you make glorious love to us. We will accept your tender administrations as you guide us to a place of unparalleled rapture, delighted to have you drain us of our very essence."
