*** Home *** Return_to_Page_2 Beach Baby (Page 3) by Leslie Schmidt A little while later I picked her up and carried her to my bed and I cuddled around her tiny little naked body all night. At one point I woke up again with a stiffy and I jerked off in the sheets with her sleeping quietly against my side. In the morning, I was woken up by the racket of two macaws in the tree outside the open window. Carly wasn’t in bed and I quickly got up to look for her. As soon as I went out into the small patio (almost a courtyard except that the front was closed off with a wrought iron fence and gate) I looked across the sand to see her standing on the beach looking at something in the sand. She was still naked (as was I). “Carly!” I called, “you shouldn’t go out when I’m asleep.” She looked up and said back, “Uncle Carl, come look at this sand- dollar.” I looked up and down the beach—it was deserted. Usually, in the afternoons there’d be a few people out, but not early in the morning. So, I went out to her, now both of us were naked, standing with the surf just reaching out feet. She had picked up a sand dollar that was still alive—its tube feet reaching out for something to grasp. “We should put it back in the water, out deeper, so it can live.” I carried Carly to where the waves broke over my chest but, between them, it was up to my knees. I was really aware of her little pussy pressing against my hip. When we were deep in the water, I could move my hand from the back of her thigh to her little ass and I was even able to, a couple of times, run my finger along her crack and feel her soft pussy. After a wave had passed, I set her down and she carefully placed the little creature on the sand under water, then we went back in and I carried her all the way to the house. That day, I had to go back to work. I run a little computer repair place in Jaco, fixing tourist’s laptops that go south while they’re on vacation. Mostly, all I have to do is some configuration work to make them deal with the local hotel’s networks. The usual client has screwed his machine up trying to get on line. I have two part-timers that help out, and they get more hours when I take a day off. I had arranged for Carly to be watched by a local abuela who also watched her nietos while her daughter was working. She was the mother-in-law of one of my assistances. So, with some regrets, I got dressed and had Carly put on some clothes too. Then we drove into Jaco and I dropped her off at a little green house and promised her I’d be back in a few hours. I got back to get her at about three and there were no kids in the house. Not that there weren’t kids around, the neighborhood was full of them, just that Juanita was alone sitting on the patio in front of the house. “Hola el sir, los niños se está divirtiendo. Su niña está con Carlos,” she said. She put her fingers to her mouth and whistled and soon the three of them, two little boys and Carly, came running. Carly was a sight! She was filthy. If it hadn’t been for her (now) dirty blond hair and smears in the dirt here and there, you’d think she was the same complexion as all the other kids. Still, she was all smiles and was even using a few Spanish words in her jabbering with the other kids. A soccer ball came rolling down the street and the three of them dashed off after it. Soon they were mixed with a dozen other little ones, maybe 3 to 10 years old, kicking at the ball. “Mira como ella se está divirtiendo,” I said. “Ella es un niño feliz, muy bueno. ¡Carly! Es hora de ir. ” She stopped and looked at us, not understanding what Juanita had called to her. “Hon, it’s time to go,” I called. She really didn’t want to leave, so I stayed a few minutes more, Juanita and I watching the kids play. Finally I coached her back and, with assurances that she’d be back tomorrow, we climbed into my little Dihatsu truck and headed home. On the drive to Estrellos, about 30 klicks south of Jaco, she told me all about her day. She’d spent most of it playing with Miguel, Juanita’s five-year-old grandson. Then, when Carlos got home from school (I’d guess that he was nine), they’d all gone out playing ‘fútbol.’ I was really pleased that she’d had a great time. “Can we go swimming?” she asked as we turned off the main road toward the beach. “Sure,” I said. I switched to four wheel drive instead of turning left down the shell road that ran along the beach and kept straight onto the sand. I drove down to where our house was, just a few yards away across the road, and parked. Carly and I climbed out and she ran toward the water, pulling her filthy little dress over her head. She stopped when her feet reached the water, then turned and ran back, at the same time trying to carry her dress and pull her panties off. She dropped them at my feet, then ran back. In the afternoon it would not do for me to get naked on the beach, so I slipped off my shoes and shirt, left my wallet and keys under the seat, and followed Carly. I came up behind her and scooped her up, placing her on my shoulders. As we walked deeper into the surf, I was acutely aware of the warm softness of her pussy on the back of my neck. I tried to move my head some to rub her. When I was up to my chest, I reached up and lifted her off, then held her in the water in front of me. We giggled and laughed. When a large wave would come along, I’d hold her over me and jump. Once I lost my footing and we ended up scrambling in water—she came up sputtering and blinking her eyes, a bit scared. I held her then and moved to shallower water. After a few minutes, we were back at the truck and I pulled out a couple of beach towels I keep in the back seat—I thought it’d be neat to watch the sun set over the Pacific. By now, the sun was down in our faces, moving in and out of the tropical cumulus clouds that push up like small versions of thunderstorms but rarely put out rain. “You’re going to need some sunscreen,” I said. Carly rolled over on her stomach and laid her head on her arms. I surveyed her naked back and butt. Her ass made up two pale orbs between a pale back and slightly better tanned thighs. She had obviously only had the one piece Susan had sent with her—she was white from her neck to her butt. I put the lotion on my hands and started on her shoulders, spreading it down her arms, into the nap of her neck, then down her mid and lower back. “You don’t have any tan here. We’ll have to be careful that you don’t get burned,” I said as I put more lotion on my hands and then started spreading it on her beautiful cheeks. She lifted her head and giggled, then put it back down. My cock was definitely pushing against my shorts as I spread the white liquid on her upper thighs. I couldn’t resist and pushed my hand down between her legs, then moved it up to where they met. She lifter her butt and pushed her legs a little apart, letting me rub the edge of my hand along her slit. I worked my way down to her thighs and calves, finishing up by tickling her feet. She laughed and rolled over, stretching her arms over her head. I caught my breath looking at the fantastic sight. At four, Carly wasn’t a toddler, but she wasn’t a ‘girl’. Her head was still a little large, her legs and arms still a little short, and she still had some of that baby fat. But most of the rolls and creases that babies have had disappeared. Still, she had little rises like the early tits of a ten or eleven year old. Her pussy was no longer a bubble under her belly, but when she twisted or bent over there were a few creases on her sides. I put more sun screen on my hands and then started rubbing it across her chest. Carly liked this—the smile was replaced with open eyes and slighting parted lips as she stretched like a cat. Her tiny nipples were just two bumps as I ran my hands over her and down her ribs. I didn’t want to tickle her, so I was careful when I did her belly and sides. Then I put lotion on her left thigh, the one closest, working my way down her leg to the top of her foot. I moved to the other side, first her foot, then the front of her calf, then her thigh. I looked up and down the beach—no one around. When I reached the top I used two of my fingers to massage the sunscreen on to her fat pussy lips. Carly’s eyes got big, then she spread her legs. I ran my finger along her slit, opening her pussy and feeling the soft folds between. “Keep doing that,” she said in a low voice. I moved my fingers along her slit, then used the pads of two to move her clam in a circle. Carly started to hump against my hand. Next I used my pointer and ring finger to pull the soft lips apart and I pushed my index finger up inside her four-year-old cunt. There was a sharp intake of breath as I stretched her little cherry. “Ouwy,” she said. I pulled my hand back. “There honey. That should be good enough.” My voice was thick. The mood broke and Carly sat up. “I’m hungry!” “If you promise to stay right here, I’ll run to the house and get some snacks.” “OK!” “Don’t get off the towel,” I said sternly, “you mustn’t go near the water unless I’m with you. OK?” She nodded with a serious expression. In the kitchen, I loaded a basket with chips, a sliced mango from the fridge, a couple of cans of ginger ale, and a couple of Imperial beers. When I got back, Carly was sitting on sand with her legs spread, knees up, drawing designs in the sand between her legs. As the sun moved closer to the horizon over the Pacific, Carly played in the sand while I read some. A couple of times, we went into the surf and splashed around. We didn’t stay alone for long, a family of vacationers came onto the beach in their rented SUV and set up camp 20 or 30 meters away. I got some strange looks from the adults, and they had a 12 or 13 year old boy who took a special interest in Carly, but we didn’t talk. Page_4 *** Home ***