*** Home *** Return_to_Page_1 Beach Baby (Page 2) by Leslie Schmidt But, finally, I strapped a sleepy little girl into the seat of my pick up and started the three hour drive to Jaco. She woke up when we got to my house long enough to use the loo. I put her to sleep on the futon couch in her panties and the tee she was wearing. In the morning as soon as we got up she went exploring around my little bungaloo. It’s only three rooms so it wasn’t long before she came running in from the patio in front. “Can we go to the beach!” She was already digging through her suit case looking for her bathing suit. I’d dressed her before, I always took a close look at her little pussy whenever I saw her naked. Still, in her world, you wore a suit when you went swimming, something I’d be changing. The little toddler squealed when she as soon as we got to the sand across the shell road in front of my place and ran to the water’s edge. She tried to jump as little waves came up and washed over her feet. I carried her out into deeper water and she clung to me, laughing, as waves smashed us. Then I brought her back in and sat her at the edge of the surf. “You can’t go any farther out than your knees,” I admonished her. Then I went and set up my beach chair and spread a towel out for her, never getting more than 25 feet from her. She splashed around, then dug in the sand, chased a crab until it ducked into it’s hole. She was just too cute running around on the beach. The sun came out from behind a cloud and lit her up. She giggled as little drops sprayed around her. I noticed the heat of the sun on the back of my neck—even through the trees. I had promised my sister I’d be careful with her and the sun—she’s blond and fair—so, even though the sun was still low I called her over. “Lay down,” I patted the towel I had spread, “so I can put some sun block on you.” She plopped down on her belly. I knelt down next to her and dribbled some of the white ointment across her shoulders. She was in the very proper one-piece my sister had sent with her. She giggled as my fingers tickled the inside of her arms. Her back, from shoulder blades to butt, was covered by. I put a line down the back of her right thigh. I spread the SPF-15 on the soft white skin, then her calf. When I reached across her and started working on her other leg, I just couldn’t help myself. This time as I worked up her thigh I just had to push my finger along down between her legs and brush up against her clam. However, not only was the suit made of a pretty hefty fabric, but it was lined too, so I really couldn’t feel anything. Still, there was a lump in my trunks by the time I was done. “OK, honey, roll over so I can do your front.” She seemed to rise up into the air and rotate, then fall back onto the towel with a ‘plop.’ The suit was orange with Dora and Diego on the front. The top did not go over her shoulders but was tight across the front from under-arm to under-arm with only a string that looped up around the back of her neck. At the waist it had one of these silly skirt looking flaps on the front the kept her crotch from view. She giggled when a put dabs of lotion on the front of each of her shoulders and then right between the bumps of her collar bones. She giggled more and tried to bat my hands away when I insinuated my gooey finger into her arm pit. Still, in anticipation of things to come (cum), I pushed my fingertips under her top, just a bit. I had her hold her eyes and mouth tight closed when I carefully put the sunblock on her face. When I went to do her legs I just flipped the skirt up. Still, even though I fingered her little pussy several times there was not much to be seen or felt, the fabric was just too thick. She looked at me when she felt me feeling her up but didn’t seem too concerned. I decided to buy her a different suit that afternoon. We stayed on the beach for an hour or so, then went in for some breakfast. I went through her clothes, putting them in a cheap Tupperware drawer set I had cleared out. I guess Susan had packed what fit her and, coming from and Ohio winter to the tropics, I realized I’d have to buy her some things. “I need to buy you some clothes—these are too warm for Costa Rica,” I said. Of course, being a little girl, any mention of clothes shopping was met with cheers. “I especially want to find you a different bathing suit,” I said. “I like Dora,” she responded, almost with a pout. “Well, we’ll see about Dora but, your suit just isn’t the style for around here.” A few minutes later we climbed into my truck and headed for town. In one of the surf shops in Jaco I found just the right thing. A white nylon, very small bikini—the fabric was really thin. On one side, on the bottoms, it had The Little Mermaid and Sebastian was on the opposite triangle of fabric on the top. I also bought her several colorful tops (tees, wife-beaters, and string tops) and four pairs of shorts. We stopped by my shop for a few minutes to check on things. After lunch at a beach side cantina, we headed home. As soon as we got there, Carly wanted to go to the beach again but I told her she had to put her new clothes away first. While she stuffed them into the drawers, I took her bathing suit and cut the lining out of the crotch. She had worn the one-piece into Jaco, she was incredibly cute in the swimsuit and sneakers, but I could only anticipate what she’d look like running around town in the bikini and sneakers. When we got onto the beach I was really pleased with the results of my efforts. First, while dressing her, I had mentioned that she didn’t need the top and she had no problem with this. Then, as soon as she came out of the water I could see that the bottoms now clung to her and the pink of her skin showed through. She really could have been naked. That afternoon I got to spread sunscreen on her back, then again on her legs. When I rolled her over I had trouble controlling my breathing as I first worked the fluid into her chest and stomach. (It was then that I realized that I just HAD to see her with some different white fluid on her stomach and chest!) I pushed the bottoms down some, actually I folded them down, just to the top of her slit as I did her belly. Then, when I was doing the front of her thighs, I pulled them up, like a thong. She looked at me a little funny when I stroked her slit through the nylon a couple of times, but that was all. After a while we went back to my bungalow and I started on dinner. Carly just stayed in her bikini bottoms and nothing else. She was really cute sitting, topless, at the table on a booster, eating a chicken drumstick. Now, from the start we’d been doing a lot of slap-and-tickle. While I was staying with Susan, I couldn’t sit down without having Carly crawling into my lap. We’d wrestle and tussel and lick and kiss each other. I’d already been frenching her quite a bit. The first time had been at Susan’s apartment, weeks earlier. She had been climbing around in my lap, we had been tussling and tickling, and I stuck my tongue in her mouth when she kissed me. She pulled back laughing hysterically. Susan looked over from where she was making dinner with a wry smile. “She really should wait for spin the bottle in a few years.” We called it ‘tongue kisses.’ Sometimes she’d just want to do that for quite a while and she was used to me rubbing her chest and pussy (through her clothes) while we did it. After dinner we started wrestling on the sofa, Carly generally finds Spanish TV boring. Her giggles and hoots almost echoed off the cement walls as I gave her nipples and armpits tongue kisses. I held her and rolled her around so she was on her back and I was kneeling on the floor. She giggled and pushed at me as I kissed her nipples and tummy, then dug my tongue into her belly button. I kissed each of her thighs, then pulled her suit down and planted a kiss right on her pussy lips before pulling them back up. She rolled onto her belly, still laughing hysterically, tried to pull herself away from me. I grabbed her bottoms so, as she moved, they were pulled down, uncovering her lovely little ass. I planted a kiss on each of her rounded orbs and she rolled over again, this time with her bottoms around her knees. Again I kissed her, right on the dimple at the top of her slit, as I pulled her bottoms down to her feet. She looked at me with wide eyes as I pulled them free of her feet. Then I pulled her legs, sliding her back to the edge and spreading her. I rose up and kissed her again, on the mouth, and we tongue kissed. Then I started down again. While I worked my way down licking and kissing she screamed with laughter. Then I kissed her pussy again. This time, however, I had her knees spread outside my shoulders. “You STOP that!!” she squealed when I pushed my tongue between her lips. “Noo-ooo-ooooo, Stop That You!” she giggled more as I explored the little folds and creases. “Stop that….” Her voice was a bit less shrill. I kept licking and even did a little sucking on her be-be sized clit. The whole time she was getting quieter and quieter and it wasn’t lost on me that she had her arms over her head. Within a minute she was completely quiet, just occasionally making a little grunt or ‘hmmm’ sound and pretty soon she started to hump her clam into my face. I glanced at my watch—6:17 PM, and kept up my oral assault on her. Now she was looking around, sometimes her eyes would close, but she would occasionally look down and smile at me. At 6:23 I noticed that she was now breathing in time of her pushes and I brought my hands down to her hips. I used my thumbs to spread her pussy and really concentrated on her clit while occasionally pushing the tip of my tongue at the opening of her vagina. By ten minutes she was humping up hard against my mouth and her belly was expanding and contracting with her breath. Then she tensed and arched her back, making a low popping noise with her mouth, and she broke out into a sweat. When she relaxed back down she looked at me with a big smile. “Did you like that?” I asked. She nodded. “Do you want it again?” She pulled her legs up so her feet were now on the edge of the sofa, opening herself up incredibly wide. I took this for an affirmative and went back down on her. She again went to just sort of looking around, still occasionally looking down at me and smiling. After a few minutes she started to build again, her breath got deeper and her humping more determined. She lifted her legs and put them over my shoulders, her feet behind my neck and, just as she humped her little hairless pussy against my face, she started pulling my head down with her legs, squeezing me against her. She was building quickly and I ran my hands under her little rounded ass, lifting her some. Her hands were down against the upholstery, she was bunching the fabric in her tiny little fists as she started to moan and hump harder. Another orgasm rolled over her. She caught her breath, then gasped, then held her breath again. She was alternately digging her heels into my spine just below my neck, then kicking out, her legs straight, only to grab me again, painfully hitting me with her heals. This went on for almost half a minute before she whimpered and pushed herself away, twisting and then pushing on my forehead with her hands. “Had enough?” I asked. “Uh-huh,” she half said, half whined. She was breathing hard, as if she had just been running. I pulled away and looked down at her. She was glowing with sweat; her hair was damp with it. Her chest and face were flushed and her slit and lips were wet and shinny from my spit and her own juices. Her clit and inner lips were swollen and pinkish-red, I could clearly see the translucent membrane that mostly covered the opening to her cunt. “Did you like me tongue kissing you like that? Did you like me making you cum with my tongue?” Her face lit up and she nodded again, vigorously, with a big smile. “Well…” I leaned down and kissed her open puss, “I’ll….” [kiss] “just..” [kiss] “have…” [kiss] “to do…” [kiss] “that again.” With a bit of whimpering, Carly rolled over, then climbed onto the couch, laying on her stomach, facing me. Her eyes got big when I worked my shorts down, freeing my enraged dick. As she lay there watching me, I started to jerk off, looking at her naked little body. “Why are you doing that?” she asked. “I’m going to make myself cum, just like you do when you rub yourself.” For the next couple of minutes she lay there and watched me. Then I noticed that she had her hands underneath her and was wiggling her hips. The idea that she was masturbating and watching me was too much and I almost immediately started shooting jez. Her eyes got bigger as it plopped on the floor between my feet and ran down the back of my hand. I didn’t say anything as I lay back panting, my Johnson all slimed up in my hand. “Uncle Carl! Did you just go potty?!” “That’s my sperm,” I panted. “It shoots out when a man cums.” I rolled off the chair and walked on my knees over to her. She lifted up and the twisted around on the couch, facing me. I held out my hand. “See, it’s not pee, it’s my cum.” She looked skeptically at my smeared up hand. “It looks gooey.” (I don’t know where the next brainstorm came from—but I’m sure glad I had it!) “Well, it’s supposed to go inside your tummy.” I reached up and took some of my white slime on my other fingers and held it out. “Go ahead, taste it.” Carly leaned forward and ran her tongue over my fingertips, taking the dollop of sperm. She closed her eyes as she moved the goo around in her mouth, then she swallowed. “It’s supposed to go into a girl’s tummy, either in your mouth or in your slit.” “Why?” “It’ll make you grow up to be a beautiful woman. Then, it’ll make you have beautiful babies. You’re mommy had a lot of cum, and she’s really beautiful, isn’t she?” “I guess so.” “And you’re a beautiful little girl, right? At least, I think you are.” I paused. “Do you want any more?” She looked at my hand as a drop stringed off and dripped. I just happened to hit her just above her slit. She pulled back, lifting herself with her hands, then reached down and smeared the drop of cum across her hip. “No.” I stood up and went into the kitchen where I got some paper towel and wiped up. When I came back out into the living room, Carly was stretched out again on the couch, on her stomach, her thumb in her mouth. I sat down and, by the second set of commercials on the TV, she was sound asleep. Page_3 *** Home ***