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entirely fictitious.
"Hurry up and wait" seems to have become the motto for modern, commercial air
travel. I was hustling to the airport a bit behind schedule because of having
to make an unscheduled stop at the mall on the way. I needed a new pair of good
hiking sandals. My old ones were getting too worn and I didn't want to have a
footwear problem miles away from anywhere. That's assuming I really had time to
go on any of the hikes I had planned. It would be a shame to travel clear to
Hawaii and not take advantage of the islands I had heard and read about, but
never visited.
After clearing security I realized there was plenty of time before the flight.
The "hurry" was over; now it was time for the "wait". I found Gate 27 and read
the marquee, "Flight 1109 to Honolulu - On Time." I started to sit down to
relax and get ready for the flight. Then I thought better of that. I was going
to be sitting for the next several hours and it would be much better if I
walked around the terminal until flight time.
It had been a hectic couple of weeks preparing for this crucial, business trip.
My company had been examining a small, but successful company in Honolulu for a
potential friendly take-over. When we found out a competitor was in the hunt,
we picked up the pace and set up this trip to meet key staff, tour their
facilities and get some answers to several nagging questions; but, I was ready.
I could feel it.
I strolled around the terminal, checking out the women waiting to board flights
to wherever. There were decent looking ladies today. I noticed several who
would look nice sitting next to me for the long flight.
At one point I noticed a man reading a book while waiting for his flight to
begin boarding. It made me wonder if I had remembered to pack the book I had
just purchased for the flight. I sat down at a seat near one of the boarding
gates and began searching my pack. Just as I found the book I noticed a couple
arrive at the gate and take a seat just opposite and facing mine. They appeared
to be an Indian couple or someone from that part of the world. They were young,
attractively dressed and accompanied by what appeared to be their five or six-
year-old daughter. She was as attractive as her parents and wearing a crisp,
yellow, cotton sundress. She was seated next to her mother and trying to get
her attention. Her mother was trying to concentrate on what her husband was
showing her about their tickets. Her mother finally pulled a book out of the
daughter's backpack and instructed her to begin reading it. The girl
reluctantly obliged. She began thumbing through the book and pulled one foot
onto the seat, propping the book on her knee and revealing clearly her little
white panties. The way she was sitting, one could clearly make out the outline
of her tiny pussy, beneath the panties. The contrast between her dark brown
skin and the bright, white panties was striking. Why a young girl's panties
would turn me on was beyond me; but clearly, it did. This continued for several
minutes with the little girl continuing to expose her tiny, hairless, pussy.
Finally, her mother turned to her and lowered her leg, to reduce the exposure.
The public address let me know that Flight 1109 was ready for boarding. I
hustled back to my gate.
My First Class ticket would get me on with the first group. I was grateful my
partners had insisted on me up-grading to First Class. "I had earned it," they
admonished.
After finding my seat and grumbling again about choosing a window seat, since
it would be dark when we arrived in Honolulu, I began settling in, continuing
to wonder about the passenger who would occupy the adjacent seat.
"God, please don't let it be that lady with the baby," I begged silently, "or
that 300 pound, ex-NFL offensive lineman. The tall blond would be nice."
My silent prayer was quickly answered when a pink-trimmed backpack appeared on
the floor of the adjacent seat. I looked up to see who owned it. She wasn't
blond - brown; not tall - short; not twentyish - maybe twelveish. But she was
cute. She smiled and I did the same with "hi".
"Hi," she said as she turned to talk to the lady who was settling into the
adjacent aisle seat. She looked to be the girl's mother: attractive, well-
dressed, nice bod.
The girl plopped down in the seat and started removing a few items from her
backpack and placing them in the seat pocket in front of her. She was as cute
as her mom was attractive... freckles and all. She was also dressed
fashionably, but appropriately comfortable for the long ride. She wore a short,
pleated, blue skirt, a flowery blouse that was unbuttoned, with a blue tube top
underneath that left her midriff uncovered and sandals that were already stowed
beneath the seat in front of her.
"You were lucky to get a window seat," she said, looking at me. "When we booked
our flight, these two were the only ones available where my mom and I were
together."
"I usually prefer an aisle seat, but picked the window seat not thinking about
it being dark when we get to Hawaii," I replied. After a pause I asked, "You
want to trade?"
"Really," she asked.
"It's all right with me," I assured her.
She turned to her mom and asked if it would be ok. Her mom leaned forward and
looked at me and asked, "Are you sure?"
"It's fine. I prefer the aisle seat," I said.
She nodded her approval and the girl and I uncomfortably did the seat switch
shuffle and began to re-organize our belongings. She handed me the book I had
stowed in the seat pocket and asked, "Is that any good?"
"I just started it. It's too early to tell. I'll let you know in a few hours,"
I chuckled.
I offered my hand to her and said, "I'm Matt."
She shook my hand firmly and responded, "Emily, nice to meet you."
Soon we had settled into our seats and I sat back to watch the rest of the
passengers board. I wondered if I had already missed the tall, blond. Nope,
there she was, right on cue. She was fine. I couldn't help staring at those
long legs.
Emily looked over at me and smiled. "I bet you wish she was sitting here, huh?"
she teased.
"Now I wouldn't get much reading done would I?" I teased right back. We both
laughed.
I was beginning to feel comfortable with my new traveling companion. She seemed
sharp and very mature for her age. I wondered how old she was. Anyway, I'd
probably be into my book soon and she would likely be into her Ipod and reading
some tweeny magazine.
Her mom waved a packet of pictures to Emily and asked if she wanted to see
them. Emily nodded an excited "yes" and her mom handed them across the aisle. I
took them and passed them on to Emily. She opened the envelope and started
looking through the pictures. "We picked these up on the way to the airport,"
she told me. "They are from a birthday party for a girl friend of mine, at our
house."
"Oh, is that you?" I asked pointing to the picture she was looking at.
"Yeah," she answered. "You want to see them?"
"Sure," I said taking the first one she handed me.
I recognized her in a cute, red bikini. Wow! What a nice body, I couldn't help
but notice.
She pointed out the birthday girl and several other of her best friends as we
went through the pictures. When she got to one picture, she quickly moved it to
the back of the stack.
"What's that one," I challenged.
"Oh, just another of me... on my trampoline," she said, as she reluctantly
fished it back out and handed it to me.
The picture was incredible! Her athletic body was several feet off the
trampoline mat and she was doing the splits. Her hands were stretched out
touching her legs, and she was wearing that little red bikini!
"Wow!" was all I could manage.
Emily turned as red as her bikini, giggled and quickly handed me the next
picture.
Our examination of the pictures was paused as we finally pushed away from the
gate and began the long taxi toward our runway. Emily and I were both watching
the activity out the window. She was leaning to one side toward the window and
I couldn't help but glance down at her cute, little butt and long shapely legs.
I decided she was tall for her age and the lean, muscular build suggested a
runner... no, swimmer. Yes, definitely a swimmer and that trampoline would have
a similar impact on her build. Suddenly she leaned clear over to the window,
trying to see something that was toward the rear of the plane. When she did,
her skirt rode up and for an instant I could see her left cheek and the edge of
her light blue panties. I felt my dick lurch in my pants. I put my arm in my
lap to hide its rise.
Emily quickly turned around and said excitedly, "Did you see that? That white
truck nearly hit a baggage train!"
"Wow," I said. "No I couldn't see," as I turned to look back in that direction.
She sat back in her seat, adjusted her skirt and looked over at me with a
little smile. Shit, I knew I was busted. Oh well. Emily didn't seem too
bothered as she returned to describing her friends in the photos.
We were soon on the runway and beginning to pick up speed. I was sitting back
and had my arm resting on the center armrest, but had left her room if she
wanted to use it. I hate when passengers hog the armrest. In anticipation of
the lift off, she used both armrests to push back in her seat, and then
tightened her seatbelt a little more.
She looked up at me and said, "I hate this part!"
I smiled and nodded my understanding. Just as the wheels were leaving the
ground, she closed her eyes, stiffened her body, grabbed my wrist and squeezed
hard. She didn't relax until we were well off the ground and the landing gear
had been retracted.
When she realized that she had grabbed my wrist she apologized. "Sorry," she
offered. "I always get nervous at takeoff and landing. Did I hurt your wrist?"
She patted my wrist with a concerned look on her cute face.
"Not really," I answered. And then I touched a spot on my wrist and asked, "Is
that a fingernail you broke off?"
She looked at the spot and then looked up at me and saw the grin on my face.
She laughed and shoved my hand off the armrest. "Oh you!" she complained, with
a little teasing, smile-frown look.
"I know what you mean about takeoffs and landings. Those are the scariest part
of flying, but that one was pretty smooth," I noted.
"Yeah, it wasn't too bad," she continued as she began to relax. "So what takes
you to Hawaii?"
I would have bet that question was being repeated dozens of times around the
plane.
"It's a business trip, but I hope to have time to enjoy the islands. I've never
been there. How about you?" I responded.
"Stan, that's my step dad, is already over there working and it's taking longer
than expected, so my mom and I are going to join him for a few days," she
answered. "I wanted to stay with a friend back home, the birthday girl, but she
was going on vacation with her family and I would've stayed with my
grandparents, but they are just getting over the flu and didn't want to expose
me."
"Why didn't you want to go to Hawaii?" I inquired.
"Oh, I really want to see Hawaii," she continued. "But, I know Stan and my mom
will be working all the time which will leave me alone in the hotel all day,
everyday. It will get really boring, fast."
The flight attendant interrupted to serve our drinks. I had a Diet Coke and
Emily had a Mountain Dew. Her mom had a double scotch. Emily looked at her and
rolled her eyes in obvious disapproval of her mother's drink choice.
"So what kind of work do they do?" I returned to our conversation.
"They're in the movie business. My step dad's a producer, my mom helps him,"
she answered.
"That's pretty cool," I responded. "Can't you hang out with them? I think it
would be fun to watch a movie being shot."
"Well, no. They won't let me do that," she said and then changed the subject by
asking, "What kind of business are you in?"
That began a pleasant conversation that went on and on, about my business, her
school, what we both enjoyed doing, my marital status (sadly single with few
prospects), her boyfriend status (see my marital status) and generally
everything. Surprisingly, we had little difficulty keeping the conversation
lively, active and fun. We laughed a lot and were both truly enjoying each
other's company, despite the seventeen-year difference in our age. I had
guessed right when I thought she was twelve.
Finally, I looked at my watch and was amazed that we were nearly two hours into
the flight. I commented on that and thanked Emily for being such a fun
companion. She chuckled and said, "time flies when you're having fun."
She asked if she could see my watch. I reached toward her with my left hand so
she could examine my antique Lord Elgin. "Wow, that's a cool watch," she said.
"Is it really old?"
"Yeah, about 60 years. It belonged to my grandfather," I explained. "I'm glad
you noticed. Most people wouldn't be impressed with a watch unless it was a
diamond-studded Rolex."
"Yeah," she agreed. "My folks are like that," as she looked over at her mom.
"But I'm not 'most people'. You're different too," she added.
"You're very observant." I chuckled. "Most girls don't realize that until the
third date or so."
"I meant that in a nice way," she responded, as we both laughed.
The attendant delivered us our dinners. I hadn't realized how hungry I was as I
dug in. Overall the meal was surprisingly good. The Tilapia was cooked gently,
as it should be and the vegetables were still firm, but tender, even though I
didn't care for cooked carrots. I noticed that Emily was just picking at her
fish, but had eaten most of her veggies.
"Don't like your fish?" I asked.
"It's not my favorite thing. I really don't eat much meat or fish," she
answered. "Don't you like your carrots?"
"I guess I'm not a cooked carrot fan, although I love them raw," I responded.
"Wanna' trade?" she asked with a smile.
"Sure," I agreed.
She moved her plate over to my tray table and we switched my carrots to her
plate and her fish to mine.
"Are you sure you don't want some of this?" I asked, pointing to the fish. I
couldn't help but feel like I was cheating her.
"No thanks. This is perfect," she said. "We had a late lunch and I'm really not
very hungry." But she ate all the carrots.
After dinner, I accepted a glass of white wine from the attendant and couldn't
help notice Emily's mother was on her third round of scotch. I took a sip of
the wine.
"How's the wine?" Emily inquired.
"Not too bad, but they serve it too cold," I suggested.
"I wonder why they serve it cold?" she asked, as she reached over and touched
the glass to see how cold it was.
"I'm not sure, maybe it's to make it taste sweeter, or maybe the only place
they have to store it is in a cooler," I guessed.
"Can I taste it?" Emily boldly asked.
"It's all right with me," I answered, looking over at her mom.
"Oh, she won't care and she probably won't even notice after all that booze,"
she noted.
I scooted the glass toward her and she picked it up and took a sip. I was
pleasantly surprised with the obvious comfort Emily had developed toward me. At
least that's what sipping from the same glass seemed to indicate.
"Wow, that is cold. Thanks," she added.
The flight attendant came by and offered us a pillow and blanket. We both
accepted. I had turned off the air nozzle over my seat and Emily asked me to do
the same to hers. It was still a little cool.
"Earlier you asked me something and I kinda' blew off your question," Emily re-
started the conversation. "Now that I've gotten to know you better, I think you
will be ok with the truth; at least I hope you will." She paused to look up at
me and then continued, softly, "My folks make porn movies. That's why they
don't want me anywhere near their work. They send me to stay with friends or my
grandparents whenever they have some of their associates at the house. And
that's fine with me, 'cause I don't want to have anything to do with it - ever.
I mean, I'm ok with them doing it, but I don't want involved."
She looked up at me to see how I was going to react.
"Well, that's ok with me too," I replied, and then added with a smile, "if
you're sure you don't star in any of them?"
"No, silly," she shot back, as she whacked me on the chest. "I can't imagine
being nude in front of a camera."
"Well, some really big-name actresses do nude scenes, without it being porn," I
reminded her.
"At twelve?" she asked sarcastically.
I thought for a minute and then said "yes".
"Oh, who?" she challenged.
"How about Brooke Shields?" I answered.
"Oh, you mean Blue Lagoon?" she wondered. "She was like fifteen or something."
"No, Pretty Baby," I answered. "I think she was eleven or twelve."
"Pretty Baby?" she asked, "I never heard of that one."
"Brooke Shields played the daughter of a prostitute who lived in a whorehouse
in, I think it was New Orleans, back in like 1920," I guessed.
"Really. Can you tell me the story?" she asked.
"I guess, if I can remember it," I said. "It's been a long time. I'll have to
speak softly though." I didn't want anyone to overhear me telling a twelve-
year-old a story that had been rated "R".
So, I began to tell her the story as best I remembered it. She was listening
intently and had turned sideways in her seat, facing me, having tucked her legs
under her. She placed her left arm on my side of the armrest as I finished the
wine. When I put my arm back on the armrest, her arm was inside of mine. She
placed her other hand on my forearm and moved in closer to hear my rendition of
Pretty Baby, as I covered our arms with my blanket. I kept my lap covered, too.
Crap, my dick ached. She listened to every word and stopped me often to ask a
question or for more detail. She was especially curious about the nude scenes,
the auction of the girl's virginity and what they were willing to show about
the sex act itself.
Before I had finished, the flight attendant announced that they were gong to
dim the cabin lights for the remainder of the flight. Emily seemed to snuggle
even closer as I continued the story. She was now leaning against me and her
chest was pressing into my arm. I could feel a small, but noticeable bump that
had to be a breast. My dick was now leaking, noticeably.
When I had finished, she remarked, "Wow, that was pretty bold for a movie way
back when Brooke Shields was eleven or twelve."
"It was pretty controversial," I responded. "It was banned in... I think...
Canada."
"So, ok, tell me exactly what she looked like?" she asked. "Describe her body.
Oh and what did she wear at the wedding?"
"Let's see," I began, "She was kinda' like she was in Blue Lagoon, just younger
and not as developed, and I don't recall what she wore at her wedding."
"Come on!" she scolded, "That's no description. Guys never pay attention to
what girls wear."
"Well, why don't you ask specific questions and I'll try to answer," I
suggested.
"Ok, she agreed. "Um, did she have any hair... down there... you know?"
"No," I replied, with an embarrassed chuckle. "None at all; although the only
frontal shot I remember was the bathtub scene and they just gave a quick shot
of her... down there."
She giggled. "All right, what about her boobs? How big were they and how were
they shaped?"
"Jeez, I don't know how to describe a boob!" I protested, and then sighed,
having realized that Emily wasn't one to give up easily. "Well, they were not
very big really, just about that big around." I made a circle between my thumb
and index finger. "And I'd say they stuck out about that far from her chest to
the end of the nipple," showing her the distance between the same two digits.
"As to their shape - of course, they stuck straight out and it looked like she
was going to have fairly small areolae as she grew. Nice hard little nipples,"
I added dreamily.
"So you liked her little boobs, did you?" she teased.
"I guess so," I admitted. "But it's a little uncomfortable talking about them."
"So you don't yet feel comfortable talking to me about girls' bodies?" she
teased.
"I guess it's getting easier," I answered.
"Good. I want it to be," she said. "'Cause I'm feeling comfortable with you."
With that she looked around to see if anyone was watching. Most of the
passengers were asleep or had their heads stuck in a book. Then she shocked me
by slipping her top below one breast and asked, "Were they bigger than mine?"
I didn't have a clue as to what to say and probably couldn't have spoken if I
had. I just turned beet red and stared in disbelief until she covered it back
up. Then we both started laughing, trying to stifle the sound since most of the
passengers were trying to sleep.
Finally, I regained control and honestly replied, "No. They weren't near that
big."
She giggled in delight, "Good. Mine are smaller than most any girl I know."
I was struggling with keeping it together. I started to go to the bathroom and
seek the relief my poor dick was begging for. But I knew if I tried that, there
was no way Emily, the flight attendants and anyone else who was awake, would
not notice the mountain pressing out the front of my pants, not to mention the
giant wet spot.
I tried to think about work, plane crashes, anything to let my urges settle
down. Emily wouldn't let me. She went on to tell me about one of her friends
who had giant boobs and loved to let boys see them and some she even let feel
of them. We started talking about dating experiences, even though she was not
allowed to date yet and she surprised me by saying, "This is kinda' like a
date."
I smiled and agreed. Great. My best "date" in ages is with a twelve-year-old!
Maybe my last serious girl friend was right when we broke up and she told our
friends that I would never grow up.
The flight attendant came by again and asked if we were going to get some
sleep. "You don't want to spend your first day in Hawaii sleeping," she warned
with a friendly smile.
"She's probably right. Maybe we should try to get some sleep," I suggested,
thinking that might provide my dick some relief.
Emily nodded her agreement and adjusted her pillow, closed her eyes and let out
a long deep breath. I assumed she would lean against the window side of her
seat, but she preferred leaning against me. Oh god, she felt good! "Night," she
smiled.
"Good night," I said, smiling back at her as I closed my eyes.
I was thinking about her comment about a date and had a funny thought about it.
I must have been smiling, because she asked, "What?"
"Huh?" I asked, opening my eyes.
"What's so funny?" she insisted.
"Oh, I was just wondering if you make it a habit of sleeping with the guy on
the first date?" I teased.
She giggled, reached over and pinched me on the boob and said, "Nope, first
time."
"That's good," I answered, closing my eyes again.
"Nice pecs," she whispered, keeping her eyes closed. "You must work out."
"Every day - weights and aerobics, especially swimming," I told her. "But, I'm
not really into building, just want to be healthy."
She didn't move her hand from my chest. Instead she began to lightly stroke my
chest with the back of her hand. Even through my shirt that felt really
awesome. I made certain my blanket kept us covered.
I must have dozed off for a while. When I awoke, Emily had fallen asleep and
was now in the fetal position with her head on the window side of the large,
first class seat and her feet were touching my leg. Her butt was right next to
me. She had pulled her blanket up around her shoulders and her skirt had ridden
up and was bunched around her waist. There was that perfect bottom with those
blue panties. In this position, I could see her complete little bottom. She had
a small beauty mark just below the panty line on her left cheek. I pulled her
skirt and blanket down to cover her up; but not before I took a good, long look
again, memorizing every detail. I knew I would want to recall this image again.
I raised the armrest to make it easier to cover her up with her blanket and
mine. I must have dozed off again with the picture of her butt clearly on my
mind. I probably dreamed of turning into the pair of blue, cotton panties that
were hugging her butt and other sweet places. I don't think I slept too long
and when I awoke, I was mortified to realize that my forearm was pressing into
the crack of her ass. The back of my hand was against her pussy and my fingers
were resting on the inside of her thigh. I quickly looked to see if she was
uncovered and was grateful that she was not.
"Had I moved into this position," I worried. No, I was relieved to realize she
had backed her butt up against my arm. But what do I do now. This was soooo
wrong, even if she had been the one to move. I was the adult here. Emily was
not perfectly still; but rather was moving her butt slightly. Could she be
awake? Then I thought I could detect a bit of moisture on my hand. Could it be?
The cabin lights coming up interrupted my dreamy thoughts, along with an
announcement that we were nearing our destination. It startled Emily. She sat
up and looked around and smiled, sweetly at me, then began to straighten her
skirt and adjust her blouse.
"Are we there yet?" she asked as she leaned against me and entwined her arm
with mine.
I chuckled, "Yeah, we're about there. Did you get some sleep?"
"Maybe a little," she answered, "How about you?"
"I think so," I said.
"Finish reading your book?" she teased.
I just smiled.
"Oh, and thanks for covering me up," she said as she looked up at me and
smiled.
We began to gather our belongings and re-pack our backpacks as the attendants
came through collecting trash and making sure everyone was awake. I was wiping
the sleep from my eyes and the unmistakable scent of a female pussy awoke my
senses. I realized it was coming from the back of my hand! That was the wetness
I thought I had just imagined. My dick began to harden for the tenth or so time
in the last few hours.
"Let me see your book a minute," Emily said.
I handed her the book and she slipped what looked like a picture in between the
pages.
"There's a book mark for you," she told me as she handed it back to me.
I started to look at it and she said, "no, not now. Wait until later."
I stowed the book back into my pack, hoping I knew which picture she had given
me.
"Where are you staying?" Emily asked, jogging me back to the moment. I told her
and she asked if that was close to the hotel where she would be.
"Yeah," I said, "It's just down the street. I had planned on staying where you
are, but they were full one of the nights I will be here."
"So, if I give you my cell number will you promise to call me sometime
tomorrow?" she asked.
"Sure. Does that mean you want a second date?" I teased.
"Yep," she shot back.
"Wow, that almost never happens to me," I quipped.
"Oh, right," she countered.
As we made final approach she put her hand under the blankets we had piled
between us and found my hand. Just before the main gear touched down, I said,
"So you're a swimmer?"
"How do you know that?" she asked.
"Just a guess from the way you are shaped," I answered.
"Yeah," she said. "And I love to trampoline. We have that large one and a small
exercise one. Hey, we have landed and I didn't panic. I didn't even notice."
"Yep, you're cured." I said.
"Thanks to you - at least as long as I'm sitting next to you," she smiled
sweetly at me.
This had been the quickest six hours of my life. Somehow, amazingly, this
beautiful, young girl and I had connected deeply.
When they told us we could use our cells, we fished them out of our backpacks
and exchanged them. "Put everything in my address book, ok?" she instructed.
"Name, cell phone number, email address and put your home address in the
comments." I did as she directed and she did the same with my phone.
When the door finally opened, we gathered our gear and exited the plane. We
walked toward baggage chatting with her mom. When we reached the conveyor, her
mom spied the ladies room and excused herself. While we were waiting for the
conveyor to start, Emily nudged me gently in the ribs. I looked at her and she
nodded her head toward the other side of the conveyor. I looked and there was
the tall blonde.
"She's really hot, Matt," Emily teased. "You should have let me trade places
with her."
"No thanks," I assured her. "This trip was plenty hot enough."
Emily discreetly wrapped her arm around mine and hugged it into her chest for a
moment. There was that little breast again.
I helped her lift their bags from the conveyor, teasing Emily about how much
her baggage weighed. Once we had it all off, I realized we would need some help
and summoned a skycap to bring a cart. We told him where we were staying and he
escorted us to the pick-up area. He told us our hotels shared a shuttle at
night and would be here shortly. After taking our baggage off the cart, I
handed him the tip and thanked him for his help. Emily's mom reached for her
purse, "Let me help with that," she offered.
"No, no... that's fine," I assured her. "We should make Emily pay it, since the
poor guy probably got a hernia from picking up her monstrous bag." I teased.
"Oh, shut up," Emily retorted, as she nonchalantly punched me in the arm.
Her mom looked at us and smiled. "You two seemed to have had a great time on
the flight," she noted. "What were you talking and laughing about the whole
time?"
"Oh, I don't know," Emily answered, "just stuff. Matt's an interesting guy.
You'll like him... that is if we ever see him again."
"Maybe we'll bump into each other on the island," Emily's mom offered.
Emily sat next to me on the shuttle, but was careful not to be too friendly.
Her mom had sobered up and was paying more attention.
We arrived at their hotel first and I stepped off with them to make sure their
luggage got unloaded and they had a bellhop to help them into the hotel. I kept
thinking, "Damn I wish I could have booked this hotel!" We said our goodbyes,
but not before Emily quietly reminded me of my promise to call her tomorrow. I
held up my "scouts honor" sign and stepped back into the van.
Once in my room, I quickly unpacked and checked to make sure I had everything I
needed for tomorrow's meeting. I set the book on the nightstand and started to
look at the picture; but decided to wait until I was in bed. When everything
was checked out, I set the alarm on my cell phone just to make certain and
hopped in bed. I clicked on the lamp and took the picture out of the book. It
was the trampoline picture! Wahoo! I took a close look and couldn't believe my
good fortune. Emily's trim, muscular arms, legs and abs were amazing. They were
flexed and well defined thanks to the trampoline. Whoever took the picture
apparently tried to catch her at the top of the bounce and almost made it. From
the position of her pigtails, she was just starting to descend. As I looked
closer, I could see where her wide-open slit was because her bikini bottom had
conformed to its shape as she descended. How could a twelve-year-old look so
hot, I wondered?
I hadn't washed my hand because of Emily's sweet scent. Drawing in a deep
breath of it into my nose, my dick got hard once more. This time I could
finally do something about it. It was weird having to use my left hand so I
could continue to smell Emily's arousal on my right hand. Even then, I think I
broke the Guinness record for premature ejaculations. Five strokes - maybe -
and powerful? Oh my god. The first blast hit square on my left cheek - I swear.
And then they just kept blasting - all over my chest, belly and finally just
poured down, soaking my dick and left hand. I had to get up and go to the
bathroom and wash off the mess with a warm washcloth. Wow, my prostate was
working overtime!
I woke up the next morning one-quarter hour before the alarm sounded. Right on
schedule, I thought. I got up and made some coffee and then stepped into the
shower. I checked my hand for that wonderful scent, but was disappointed to
find it had faded. Oh well, at least I could wash my hands now.
The warm, muggy, early morning air felt heavy as I sipped my coffee on the
balcony. My mind was abuzz with rapt thoughts of Emily - sweet, sweet Emily.
And then I began to recall the dreams I had just dreamt. Scary dreams - dreams
that pissed me off. I wanted my sweet, sweet Emily, not the one in my dreams:
Dreams of me walking on a beach and suddenly finding a large group of people,
cameras, lights and sound booms. As I got closer, I could tell that the center
of attention was a lady, a porn queen, actually, astride some young stud, on a
beach towel. She was riding him hard. She had a dick in each hand and some
other young stud was slipping the last of his ten-inch cock past her lips -
past Emily's mom's lips! Oh shit! I couldn't believe it.
And then it got worse. My eyes panned slowly to the right and caught sight of a
half dozen other young studs standing in a line. From the looks on their
exhausted faces and their panting, it appeared they had just completed a wild
scene. Their dicks were exhausted as well - limp, glistening damp in the bright
sun. Apparently they weren't through for the day and were trying to recuperate
for the next scene. And then, there was Emily - my sweet, sweet Emily. Walking
toward those guys, wearing that little red bikini, or half of it. The top was
nowhere in sight. She had that big, beautiful smile as she approached the guys
with her left hand extended to the side, at dick height. As she walked down the
line, she lightly brushed each of their dicks with the back of her hand; the
same hand that had so lovingly rubbed my chest just a few hours ago. Their
dicks sprang to life like dandelions in June. My sweet, sweet Emily was Stan's
Key Fluffer!
And then it went blank. What happened next? I'd never know. But I would know
which Emily was real. I had to. And she had to be my sweet, sweet Emily, not
Stan's fluffer! She just had to be.
I found my way to the hotel coffee shop and after a light breakfast of yogurt
and fresh fruit, I called the car rental company and requested they pick me up.
After renting the car, I began looking for the company's office and my meeting.
The day progressed rapidly and exceptionally well. My preparation had been spot
on and they were impressed with my knowledge of their company and the depth of
my questions. Their answers were straightforward and positive. I met most of
the key staff by noon and was pleased that they felt comfortable enough with me
to suggest we have sandwiches catered in from a nearby health food store and
deli. That way we could have lunch with the entire office staff. By early
afternoon, I was pretty certain we were going to be ready to make an offer in
the next few days.
Some time after lunch I asked if there were someplace I could make some calls
and they put me in an empty office. I checked the time and realized that if I
waited a few minutes I could catch the senior staff in their Monday afternoon
staff meeting. I had been thinking off and on about Emily and was watching for
the opportunity to call. This seemed like the right time. She answered the
phone with, "It's about time, you handsome hunk!"
I laughed, "Some of us have to work you know. How's your day going?"
"Not too bad. I didn't get up until nearly noon," she admitted. "I've just been
swimming and playing video games. There is hardly anyone here!"
"What? They are supposed to be full this week." I was surprised.
"I asked a lady a few minutes ago and she said there will be lots of people
around at night, but during the day they all go sight-seeing," she explained.
"So, how's your day?"
"Going better than I expected," I was pleased to announce. "I think I will be
done by this evening."
"So will you be going back home tomorrow?" she asked with alarm.
"No, no" I assured her, "They would like me to meet their senior partner who
will not be back until Thursday. He's in China. So unless there is an emergency
at work, I think I will stay and meet him. And it doesn't make sense to fly
back home on Friday, so I'll probably stay through the weekend."
"Wahoo!" She squealed. "We'll have time for lots of 'dates'."
"If you still want to," I replied.
"Are you kidding? I haven't been able to think of anything else but our flight
and the chance for us to do things together!" she exclaimed.
"Do you think your parents are going to go along with that?" I asked.
"I'm working on that," she answered. "We'll have dinner together tonight and I
plan to dump a bunch of guilt on them about me having to stay locked up in the
hotel all day. I kinda' wish some weird guy would start stalking me. Then I'm
sure they would rather me be with a big, strong, handsome guy they trusted."
"You devious little thing!" I teased.
"Whatever it takes," she giggled.
"Hey, I've got to call my office and then I'm supposed to go on a plant tour,"
I apologized. "I'm gonna' have to go."
"Ok, I have tons of things to do myself," she laughed. "Will you call me again
tonight?"
"They want me to go to dinner with the president, vice-president and their
spouses. So how late can I call?" I asked.
"As late as you want," she assured me. "My folks will not be here until six or
seven, then they will have to get ready for dinner. So call whenever you get
through. Oh, yeah, and be sure to pay attention to what the ladies are wearing.
There will be a test." She giggled that cute little giggle again.
"Yes ma'am," I promised. "I'll talk to you tonight. Oh, and thank you for that
'bookmark'. I was hoping that was the picture you gave me. I'd love to have
that in digital if you could email it to me."
"Sure, glad you liked it. I miss you," she informed me. "Bye."
"I miss you, too," I assured her. "Bye."
As soon as I hung up I thought, "You idiot - what the hell are you doing?" Then
I decided that this was an once-in-a-lifetime deal; she would be bored if we
didn't do something together; she was really fun and probably just had a
schoolgirl crush on me; it would not lead anywhere; I'm sure she is just a
tease. I didn't know if I believed all that, but it would have to suffice until
I could think about it some more. It sure sounded better than that stupid
dream.
I dialed up my office and caught the senior management team during their Monday
afternoon conference and had my assistant patch me in. They were all excited
about the progress and congratulated each other and me on our performance. I
told them about being asked to layover until Thursday to meet their senior
partner. The hoots, hollers and catcalls were immediate.
"Oh we are all crying for you here, baby... have to layover in Hawaii all week.
You asshole," our comptroller shouted. We all had a good laugh, but I knew it
would be awhile before I would hear the end of this.
I left the office and headed off to complete the tour. It was just as
impressive as the rest of the day had been. When we finished, we made
arrangements to meet for dinner. They told me where they planned to have dinner
and I was pleased to note that the restaurant was in the hotel where Emily was
staying. I left to return to my hotel. I figured I had time to get a little
exercise and decided to check out the pool and swim a few laps. After showering
and dressing for dinner I drove to the other hotel.
At the agreed-on time I met them in the lobby and was introduced to the
spouses. The president asked me if I were staying at that hotel, since he had
originally recommended it. I explained that they were full one of the nights,
so I had to make other reservations. He told me if I wanted to switch, to let
him know. They did a lot of business with the hotel and he could probably get
me a room. I thanked him and said I would appreciate it, if he could manage
that.
We took the elevator to the top floor and were ushered to our table, next to
the windows overlooking the city. It was quite a site with all the lights of
the city extending up into the surrounding hills. Dinner was excellent. I could
see why this was their favorite place to entertain. The conversation was
interesting and had little to do with business. We were just getting to know
each other.
After dinner we were sipping on our drinks when a couple approached our table.
They were obviously good friends with my hosts. I was introduced and they all
began visiting. The men were scheduling a golf outing and the women were
discussing a political fund-raiser.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was Emily. Since I was not involved in
either conversation I decided to quietly take the call.
"Hey, Handsome, how's dinner?" she inquired.
"Great," I reported.
"How's the fish?" she asked.
"What makes you think I'm having fish?" I implored.
"I know you so well. I can read you like a book," she teased.
"Well, I may have a few surprises up my sleeve," I threatened.
"That sounds interesting," she replied.
"Ok. If you're so smart, tell me where we're having dinner," I challenged.
"Hmm, let me think..." the little stinker mused. "How about the penthouse
restaurant in this hotel?"
"Why you little... just a lucky guess." I concluded.
"Like I said - just like a book," she came right back. "We may have dinner
there, too. Maybe I'll see you there later."
"Cool. I'll watch for you," I promised.
"You look pretty good in a suit," she continued. "But you could use my help
picking out your ties."
"Wait just a minute," I said, looking around. "Where are you?"
"Look to your right, Silly," she giggled.
I looked that direction and there she was, a few tables away. I saw her mother
and I assumed, her step dad, seated at the same table but involved in a
conversation with someone at an adjacent table. I frowned at her and scolded
her for tricking me.
"Don't be sore," she chided me. "That was fun."
"Guess you're right," I agreed as I lifted my wine glass toward her like a
toast.
She took a glass and toasted me the same way.
Emily noticed that the couple visiting our table was beginning to depart and
she said, "I'd better let you get back to your dinner. Talk to you later." Then
she puckered her lips and sent me a big "smooch", which was audible through my
cell. Then she quickly flipped her phone shut and turned back toward her
parents. I couldn't help but notice how amazing she looked in formal dining
attire.
My hosts apologized for the interruption and after a few more minutes,
suggested we call it an evening since it was getting late. As we exited the
restaurant I glanced over to Emily and gave her a wink. When we got to the
lobby, we said our "goodbyes" and went our separate ways. My phone was
vibrating again when I got to my car.
"Ready for your test?" Emily asked as soon as I answered.
"Uh... well I guess," I answered, trying to remember what the women were
wearing. "Where are you?"
"Ladies room," she replied. "Ok. What am I wearing?"
"Hey. That's not fair." I complained.
"Well, so what? Can you answer it?" she insisted.
"Ok, let's see," I began. "You are wearing a long, green, actually turquoise
dress, with a deep, very seductive slit up the side. I imagine it's sleeveless
but I'm not sure because of the little black jacket. Your hair is braided into
a neat ponytail with a black bow at the top and a black band at the bottom. You
have little, dangly, silver earrings and a matching necklace. I couldn't see
your shoes."
"Wow! Very good!" she exclaimed. "I'm impressed. What color panties?"
"Um... light blue, I think," I suggested.
"Nope. Those got... well, let's just say, I couldn't wear them again. Mine
are... let me look... oh yeah, they're white," she said with a chuckle.
"You looked exquisite," I added.
"I looked x-what?" she asked.
"Exquisite, elegant, beautiful, hot." I explained.
"I'm not familiar with 'exquisite', but I think I like it," she giggled.
"Thanks. I'm glad you noticed how I looked and liked it. So, what's your plan
for tomorrow?"
"I'm thinking about getting an early flight to Kauai and spend the day hiking.
You remember me telling you about the friend who used to live here? He told me
some great places to check out," I told her.
"Wow, that sounds awesome," she replied. "Hey, would you take me with you?"
"Seriously?" I asked. "Do you think your parents will let you?"
"Maybe," she thought aloud. "I've been giving them the 'treatment' and they
might just let me. Would you come back up and meet my step dad?"
"I guess. If you think that will help," I responded.
"Well it can't hurt and it's our only chance," she added.
I returned to the restaurant and Emily was waiting for me as I stepped off the
elevator. We embraced in a full body, loving hug. I didn't want to end our
embrace. I wanted more - so much more. I imagined our lips touching, our hands
devouring each other's bodies. I even considered taking her to the ladies room.
Finally, I regained control of my hormone-driven emotions.
"I'm just going to tell them we ran into each other," Emily told me. She took
me by the hand and led me into the restaurant and over to her parents' table.
"Hey look who I ran into," she began. "Mom, you remember Matt from our flight
yesterday. He had a business dinner here."
I shook her hand and Emily introduced me to her step dad, Stan, who asked me to
have a seat and offered to get me a drink. I declined the drink, but thanked
him.
"Were you sitting at that table over there?" Emily's mom asked, pointing to the
table we had just vacated.
"Yes," I answered. "There were five of us having dinner."
"I knew I recognized you, but I couldn't remember where we had met," she
continued.
I was struggling to avoid seeing Emily's mom with the long dick slipping past
her pretty, red lips: the picture burned into my brain from that awful dream.
"What brings you to the islands?" Emily's step dad asked, helping me to escape
that image.
I explained the purpose of my trip and he asked me what business I was in.
Instinctively, I fished a business card from my pocket and handed it to him, as
I explained our business.
He was studying my card and then mentioned a man's name and asked me if I knew
him.
I thought for a moment and then remembered. "Oh, yes," I answered. "He used to
work in our engineering department, until about a year ago, I believe."
It turns out that this guy had married a close friend of theirs - small world.
We all visited for a while and eventually I found the opportunity to let them
know I was going to Kauai tomorrow to hike around the island.
"I've had several people suggest that trip. It must be really beautiful," her
step dad volunteered.
Emily jumped in, "Hey, Matt, could I go with you?"
"Emily," her mom interrupted, "I'm sure Matt doesn't need you to tag along."
I just laughed and said to Emily, "Actually, it might be more fun with a hiking
partner, if you're sure you're up to it."
"Don't worry about me. You'll have your work cut out if you plan to keep up
with me," she promised.
"Well, I'm not sure that's a good idea," her step dad said reluctantly. "I have
to go back to L.A. tomorrow to clean up a little problem. Maybe you should wait
until I get back and we can take you."
"Stan, you are going to be gone for at least a couple of days, Mom is going to
be working all day and I'm not going to have anything to do but hang out at
this hotel." Emily protested. "It's not fair. Please?"
He thought for a moment and then suggested to me, "Why don't you let us talk
about this for a few minutes? Are you staying here?"
"No," I answered. I told him where I was staying and added, "I'll head back to
my hotel and when you have decided, just give me a call. You have my cell phone
number on my card."
I shook hands, made my exit and returned to my hotel. As soon as I stepped into
my room, I turned on my laptop and began searching for the airline's web site.
My phone rang.
"Hello," I answered, not recognizing the number.
"Hello Matt, this is Stan, Emily's step dad," he answered. "Well, if you are
sure it's ok, I guess Emily can accompany you tomorrow."
"It's fine with me, assuming I can still get the flights booked. I think I'd
like to hire Emily as my marketing manager," I added with a chuckle.
"She can definitely put a spin on things," he agreed. "Thanks for taking her
and please, take good care of her."
"You're welcome and don't worry, she'll be back safe and sound," I promised. He
handed his phone to Emily to make final arrangements. Several weeks later, I
discovered that he had made a quick call to our mutual acquaintance and got an
"A " on my character.
"Hi," Emily began. "Any luck with the flights?"
"There are flights to Kauai all day long and they start early, like six and the
last flight is around ten at night," I explained as I looked at the
possibilities on my laptop. "What times would you prefer if I have a choice?"
"As early as possible and as late as possible," she said without hesitation.
"We might as well make the most out of it, don't you think?"
I agreed and told her I'd call back as soon as I knew the schedule.
"Call on my cell," she instructed, telling me her cell phone number. I chuckled
and realized her parents must be listening.
It didn't take too long to get both tickets booked, but others seemed to have
the same idea as Emily. The earliest and latest flights were booked. I took the
best ones available.
When I called her back, they had returned to their hotel suite and she was in
her room packing for the trip. I told her the good news and she could hardly
contain her excitement.
"Oh, god, this is going to be so sweet," she exclaimed. "Our second date and
you are taking me to an exotic island!"
We both chuckled.
"What should I wear... what should I take?" she asked, too excited to think
clearly.
"Well, I'm going to pack lightly," I explained. "I'll wear some shorts, a
light, cool shirt and hiking sandals. Oh and don't forget a swimsuit and a
couple of towels. I always throw in a spare pair of underwear and other
essentials in case I get stranded."
She didn't say anything for a few seconds and then in a strange voice she said
"Ok, that ssssounds good".
"Are you ok?" I asked.
Another pause and then she said, "Ssssure, I'm fine!" Her voice still sounded
strange.
"Ok. So I'll drive to your hotel in the morning at... let's see... six fifteen
and meet you in the lobby. We can take the shuttle to the airport if it is
running that early, otherwise we will take my car," I suggested. "We can grab
breakfast after we get to Kauai. The flight is only thirty minutes or so. Does
that sound ok?"
"Uh huh, that's perfect," she said, sounding a little better. "Six fifteen in
the lobby."
"Great. You get a good's night sleep and I'll see you in the morning," I said.
"I will. Hey, Matt, why don't you come back over here and tuck me in?" she
added.
"I'd love to, but then we might not get a good nights sleep," I teased.
"Probably right. Good night," she giggled as we hung up.
I returned to my computer to book a rental car on Kauai: Jeep - too touristy,
convertible - same thing. I finally had to settle for a small SUV. I finished
packing, set my alarm and climbed into bed. I whacked myself into another mind-
blowing orgasm with visions of Emily dancing in my head. As bad as I wanted to
forget it, I couldn't prevent the other picture of Emily from sliding into my
consciousness as my hormones peaked - Emily the Fluffer parading down the stud
queue. That goddamned dream! Finally I drifted off to sleep looking forward to
the next day.
I woke up an hour before my alarm was set to go off and tried to get back to
sleep, but finally got up and made some coffee, then took my shower. I dressed
and had my coffee on the balcony, enjoying the warm morning and smell of the
ocean. I was glad I hadn't dreamt those shitty dreams again, or at least, I
couldn't remember them. Thinking of Emily and our "date" today was as thrilling
as it was scary. I was pretty sure that nowhere in my personal plans had I
considered twenty or so years in prison. Oh god, how did I get here? That damn
flight! But I knew I had to go. I had to find out. I had to be with my sweet,
sweet Emily.
Even though it was early, I decided to head over to her hotel to check on the
shuttle schedule. It would sure be simpler if we didn't have to find a place to
park at the airport.
There were a surprising number of guests stirring around the lobby when I
arrived. The shuttle was scheduled for about every thirty minutes. That would
work fine. I found the coffee bar and decided to prepare a cup to go. I noticed
they had a wide selection of tea and decided to have an Earl Grey instead of
coffee. I was snapping the lid on when I felt an arm wrap around my waist and
heard a sweet voice say "Morning, Handsome."
I put my arm around her shoulders and gave her a hug. "Good morning, Pretty
Baby," I answered.
She gave me a squeeze and asked me to fix her one of those. "Sure, what would
you like," I asked.
"I'm not much of a coffer drinker, but I'd like some tea if they have Earl
Grey," she answered.
I laughed.
"What's so funny about that?" she asked indignantly.
"Taste this," I said, handing her my cup.
She sipped it and her face brightened, "Earl Grey," she said, giving me another
squeeze. "I should have known. Is that one of your surprises?"
We chuckled and fixed another tea, then stepped outside to wait for the shuttle
and enjoy the morning air.
"You look radiant, this morning," I commented.
"Exquisite?" she laughed.
She was wearing khaki shorts that were attractively tight, but not
uncomfortable. They were loose around her thighs, which was perfect for hiking.
Under a short-sleeve, unbuttoned blouse, she had on a white tank top that
exposed her flat abdomen and showed off her perky breasts. She was wearing a
good pair of Teva hiking sandals. Her hair was still braded in a ponytail,
minus the bow.
The morning air was typically heavy as we sipped our tea while sitting on the
steps in front of the hotel, along with several others waiting for the airport
shuttle. Emily leaned against me and whispered, "I wonder what people think
when they see us together?"
"I was wondering that myself," I answered. "For our sake, I hope they think
you're like, my niece or something."
"Yeah, that would probably be a good idea... Uncle Matt," she giggled. "I'll be
glad when we can act like it's a date."
We got on the shuttle with several others and began the short trip to the
airport. We picked up our boarding passes and began to walk to the gate. On the
way, some local girls were setting up a table to sell flowers and leis. I
stopped and bought several flowers and they fastened them into Emily's braided
ponytail. She looked like a dream. I drooled. My dick drooled.
On the plane I showed her the notes my friend had given me about Kauai. We
picked out a waterfall that would only require a short hike, to get started.
Then we read his description of an isolated stretch of beach that sounded
great. It wasn't noted on any of the tourist maps and didn't even have a
roadside marker. It was a spot "reserved" for the locals. We knew we wanted to
go there.
On the flight, Emily and I clung to each other more like teenage lovers than
uncle and niece. We raised a few eyebrows from other passengers, I'm sure; but
we just couldn't help it. I tried to cool it - I really did. Then I'd look down
at her angelic face and I'd just melt. I wanted to rip her clothes off, right
then and there and fuck the shit out of her! Somehow we managed sufficient
civility to avoid arrest.
We picked up the rental car and a map and then looked for some place to eat
breakfast. We settled on a deli that had an assorted fruit plate. It was huge
and all fresh, local fruit. We decided to split it, packed it to go and then
went to find a convenience store to buy bottled water and sun block. Within a
few minutes we were parking the car at the trailhead for the waterfall and
preparing for the hike. It took less than thirty minutes to climb the steep
path to the waterfall. It was as beautiful as my friend had described. We waded
in the cold water below the falls until we found a spot to sit and enjoy our
breakfast. We were close enough to the falls to feel the refreshing spray.
There were a few other tourists around, but the roar of the water made us feel
isolated. We stayed for about half an hour and then began to hike back to the
car.
Emily's cell phone rang and after looking at the display she answered with,
"Hi, Mom". She told her mom where we were and how beautiful the falls were.
"Yes, we stopped at a deli and got a plate of fresh, local fruit to go. We ate
at the falls. Yeah, it was way cool," she told her mom. "We are on our way to
find a beach that Matt's friend recommended." Then after a pause, she added,
"Ok, you have a good day, too. I'll talk to you later."
It was probably a good thing we were actually hiking when Emily's mom called. I
had nearly suggested we go right to the beach. I really wanted to get Emily
alone and into a swimsuit. Oh god, did she bring that little red one?
Our next stop was to be the isolated beach, assuming we could find it. My
friend's directions turned out to be quite accurate and Emily's navigating was
perfect. We soon found the side road that wound into the foothills and then the
little parking area near the path that led to the beach. There were two other
vehicles parked there. One was an old, banged up, small pickup and the other
was an older model sedan. Both were clearly locals. We decided to combine
Emily's things with mine and just take one pack.
Emily's suit was not the little red bikini. It was a pretty floral one that
looked to be just as revealing. As she took it out of her pack, she looked
around and asked, "Uh, where do we change?"
"Hmm... right here I guess," I answered, not seeing any other place.
Emily just giggled as she looked around. It was really, very private. There was
little traffic on this side road and the parking space was just a wide shoulder
between the road and a tall cliff. "Ok," she said, "But you go first."
As Emily watched, I took off my shirt, undid my shorts and pulled them down,
revealing the swimsuit I was wearing under my shorts.
"Hey, that's not fair," Emily protested, folding her arms in disgust. "Undo
those and let me see and then I'll change."
She didn't wait for me, just reached over and found the string to my suit and
untied it. Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slipped them down to
my knees. "Wow!" she remarked, looking at my equipment. "Now turn around
slowly."
I did a complete turn and when I was facing her again she wrapped her arms
around me, pulled our bodies together and then squeezed my butt as we hugged.
"It's kinda' big Matt. And it's so hard!" she giggled.
"It's not all that big and it's been hard since Sunday afternoon! Thanks to
you!" I told her.
She just grinned. Then she pulled up my suit, tucked me back in and retied it.
She took a deep breath and said, "Here goes." I reminded her that I had already
seen most of her.
"I know," she giggled.
She slipped off her blouse and then the little white top. I decided to help her
with her shorts and panties. I sat down on the little running board of the SUV
and quickly had them off of her. God, she was incredible! Those little breasts
were just perfect for her size. She had a few, wispy, brown hairs at the top of
her mound, otherwise she was totally bald. Her labia puffed out boldly, giving
her pussy definition. I made her turn around and show me her sweet butt. It was
even more perfect than I had remembered. I helped her get her suit bottom on,
but held the top away from her.
"Why don't you just wear that nice one-piece suit?" I teased.
She laughed and then grabbed the top and put it on. We crossed the road and
started down the path to what we hoped was the beach. Because of the thick
woods, we couldn't see the water.
After a few yards, we began to see the ocean and then the beach. When we
stepped onto the beach we both stopped to take in the landscape. It really was
the most beautiful beach I had ever visited. It was a small bay flanked on our
left side by a high cliff that extended into the ocean. Toward the beach, the
cliff descended into a shelf of flat rocks that gave way to sparkling, fine,
white sand. On the right side of the bay was another, but somewhat shorter,
cliff extending into the bay's beautiful, clear, green water.
As we moved forward we noticed a man sitting on the rocks, facing the water. He
had a long, gray ponytail and when we got closer we could tell he was playing
an instrument.
"Is that a flute?" Emily asked.
We could hear it now and I said, "I think they call it a recorder. It's an
ancient instrument kind of like a flute."
"Hey, he's naked!" Emily gasped.
"Sure is. That wasn't in my friend's notes." I replied.
We turned down the beach in the other direction. "I bet he is the guy with the
white pickup," I mused. "And they must be the ones with the other car." I
pointed to the family playing in the water ahead. It looked like a couple and
their two kids. One was a boy, maybe nine and the other was a girl about six or
seven.
"Jeez, they're naked, too," Emily remarked.
We picked a spot not too close to anyone else, spread out our towels and sat
down. "Want to swim?" Emily asked.
"Yes," I answered. "But I'm trying to make up my mind."
"About what?" she inquired.
"About whether we should keep our suits on and look like tourists or whether we
should take them off and look like tourists trying to blend in with the
locals," I answered.
She chuckled at the quandary. "Oh what the hell," she said as she unhooked her
top.
We both shed our suits and just sat there for a few minutes admiring each
other's bodies. She was sitting cross-legged with her feet pulled up near her
butt and leaning back on her hands. I had a clear view of her little slit,
which was now gaping open. I couldn't imagine how my dick could get any harder;
but it did.
"Ready to swim?" she finally asked.
"Almost," I answered. "But if we hang out like this, the tropical sun is going
to fry our white skin where our swimsuits have been. That would be painful and
difficult to explain to your mom."
Emily reached into my pack to retrieve the sun block. "Then we better use some
of this," she said as she removed the lid. She got up on her knees and handed
me the sun block. "Here, you do me first."
I got up on my knees and moved so my back was toward the family. They were a
long way off and not paying us any attention anyway. If they did look this way,
they would only see me, since I was between them and Emily.
I could see Recorder Boy and he was still facing the ocean and playing his
tunes.
I poured some sun block on my hands and began to work it into her chest. Those
little breasts felt so firm! I added more sun block and reached around and
rubbed it into her upper back. She reached up and put her arms around my neck
and closed her eyes. I returned my hands to her chest and rubbed her breasts
again. I pinched her nipples lightly and she sighed.
Then I added more sun block to my hands and reached around and started on her
butt. Her skin was silky smooth and her cheeks were perfectly round. I was in
heaven! I slipped my finger into the top of her crack and slowly slid it down
to her asshole. I did that several more times and then slipped the well-lubed
tip of my index finger into her little, brown hole. She jumped a little and
then just sighed again. I held it there for a while, just gently moving it back
and forth.
I moved my hands to her front and made sure she was well covered with sun
block. I rubbed her pussy with the palm of my hand until she started moaning
slightly. My finger slipped into her slit and I rubbed it from her clit to her
pussy-opening several times. She was starting to squirm and moaning louder.
When I slipped the tip of my finger into her pussy she whispered, "Oh, god that
feels good. If you don't stop I'm going to get there, soon."
I guessed she was referring to an orgasm. "Do you want to go that far?" I
asked.
She paused for a moment and then said, "I want to, but maybe we could wait
until we can get more comfortable. I think I'd rather have a huge one instead
of several little ones. Is that ok?"
"Of course," I told her.
She looked up at me and I leaned in and gently kissed her- our first. She
kissed me back, then smiled, pushed back and took the sun block from me. "Your
turn," she grinned.
Emily began with my butt and gave me a similar treatment as the one she had
just enjoyed. I wasn't ready for the finger in my ass. With the exception of a
couple of physical exams, I had never experienced that. At first, it seemed
really weird, but then I began relaxing and enjoying it.
She moved around and began to apply the sun block to my dick, balls and the
rest of the area left white by my swimsuit. My dick was as hard as I had ever
seen it and it felt like it was still getting harder and larger. Emily
mentioned again that my "thingy" seemed larger than average and I told her I
really didn't have much to compare it to, but my best guess was that it was
about average. She thought it felt huge and even compared to some that she had
seen in the videos, it was good size.
"Well, it sure likes what you are doing to it," I complimented her.
"I have no idea how I'm supposed to do any of this," she giggled.
Oh crap, how I hoped that was the truth! "You're doing great," I managed. I was
starting to breath hard. She was now stroking my cock with those little hands.
I finally stopped her, because I didn't want to cum yet myself.
"You could go ahead and get there if you want," she offered. "I already owe
you."
"No, I want to wait for you," I assured her. "Owe me? How?"
"I've already got there because of you," she confessed. "You know on the plane
when we were sleeping. Well, when I woke up, I noticed that you were asleep and
your arm was on the edge of my seat, just a little ways from my butt. I
couldn't seem to help myself. I scooted down until my butt was against your arm
and then I pushed against you. You sort of shifted a little and well... your
arm ended up right in the crack, your fingers were touching the inside of my
leg and your hand was touching my... you know. God it felt so good. I've never
had anyone touch me there and even though you were asleep... I think... it was
incredible. I slipped my hand into my panties and rubbed my button. It only
took a couple of rubs and I got there... a big one, too. I know I shouldn't
have done that, but I couldn't seem to stop. Are you mad?"
"No," I answered. "I'm not mad. I'm glad you told me though. That explains the
scent of your 'down there' that was on my hand when I woke up."
"Yeah, I get a little wet when I have a big one," she admitted. "Did that gross
you out?"
"Are you kidding? That was incredible." I assured her. "I didn't wash that hand
until the scent had faded. I went to sleep that night with my hand right under
my nose so I could enjoy your scent."
"Wow," she giggled with embarrassment. "I didn't know I had turned you on like
that."
I started to tell her just how much she had turned me on, but decided to wait.
Having her "owe me" was sounding pretty good.
After waiting for a few minutes for my dick to subside, we were finally ready
to test the water. We ran into the water hand in hand. It felt great. Not too
cold, but refreshing. We walked out until the water was deep enough to dive and
we both dove in and started swimming around. It felt so good to really stretch
and to get some exercise. It had been several days since my last real workout
and I was used to working out every day. We swam and played and just enjoyed
each other in the water for about an hour. There was lots of touching and
exploring each other's naked bodies. We finally decided to move back to the
towels and warm up. We stretched out beside each other and soaked up the sun.
The family began to pack up their things and soon walked past us on the way to
the trail. We tried to watch them without staring. They hadn't bothered to put
their suits on. This place was really private. As they approached we all
acknowledged each other and they continued to the trail.
This was my second experience with public nudity. The first, several years
earlier included my girlfriend and some friends who were nudists. I remembered
that the anticipation was worse than the event. I wondered if Emily was
experiencing that as well.
"You seem to be getting more comfortable with being nude in front of
strangers," I noted.
"Yeah, I guess so. I'm glad they didn't have a camera though," she responded.
"They may not have had a camera, but I'd bet the boy and his dad have memorized
the picture of your beautiful body and will be able to recall it perfectly
forever!" I teased her. "At least I assume that from the way they couldn't take
their eyes off you."
"Oh, and like the girl and her mother didn't stare at you?" she came back.
"They were so locked in on your...'stuff'. I can understand why. You must have
looked huge to them, compared to the man and his son."
"So, you checked them out, huh?" I teased.
"Yep. Just like you did the girls," she said with assurance.
"Hey," I asked Emily, "Have you ever gone snorkeling?"
"No, what's that," she asked.
I explained and she agreed that it would be fun and would love to try it, if we
had some gear.
I had seen a scuba gear store back on the main road, not too far from here and
thought they would have everything we needed. It was about noon and we could
get some lunch at the same time. We decided to leave the hotel towels and opted
not to dress until we got back to the car. It felt really free to be running
around nude.
When we got to the parking area, our SUV and the old pickup were the only ones
left. We dressed and drove back down toward the main road and the scuba shop. I
bought two sets of gear and then drove to a small deli to pick up lunch. We
decided to get our lunch to go and return to the beach.
Back at the beach, the pickup was gone. We'd have the beach to ourselves! We
undressed and hurried back down the trail. We decided to move over to the area
vacated by the family and after lunch try snorkeling along that shoreline. The
water was shallower and not as turbulent as the other side.
After lunch we rested a few minutes, arguing if the danger of swimming right
after eating was true or just an old wives' tale. Neither of us could convince
the other, but by the time we quit arguing, the necessary time had elapsed. We
laughed at our "solution". Before we waded into the water, we re-applied the
sun block to each other with similar, exciting results as before. We were more
relaxed since we were now alone, but still teased each other to the edge,
stopping short of climax.
We waded into the water and began to practice using the new gear and soon were
exploring down the edge of the bay. It was absolutely beautiful. The water was
crystal clear and the fish we observed were so amazing - every color and shape
imaginable. We spent the rest of the afternoon swimming along that side of the
bay, resting, as we needed either on the rocks in the cliff, or back on the
beach. I was having difficulty keeping my mind and eyes on the fish. Emily's
gorgeous, naked, twelve-year-old body was hard not to stare at. I tried to keep
her in front of me so I could watch her round, little butt cheeks bouncing up
and down as she gently kicked her legs. God, she was incredible. My dick never
got totally soft.
We found a spot in the rocks where we could sit and the water would come to
about our waist. It was only wide enough for one of us, so Emily sat in my lap,
facing me. We began making out seriously and soon I was rubbing my hard dick on
her clit while tweaking her nipples. She began to grind on my dick and finally
reached down to take over. She was rubbing my dick on her clit much harder and
faster than I had been. I reached around and worked a finger into her butt. It
didn't take too long before I realized she was not going to be able to stop.
Suddenly she broke our kiss, looked me in the eyes and said, "Oh god, I'm
there!
With that, her whole body stiffened and then began to tremble. She kept rubbing
her clit with my dick furiously. I continued to massage her breasts and tweak
her nipples while drilling her butt with a finger. It went on and on; I didn't
think she was ever going to stop. She finally began to regain control of her
body as the orgasm had apparently begun to wane. Even though we were sitting in
the water, I could feel her warm, slippery fluid rubbing on the head of my
penis. Emily then began to move my dick lower and began massaging around her
vaginal opening. She pressed down hard and suddenly I felt the head of my dick
slip into her tiny hole. She looked up, startled.
"Oh my god," she exclaimed, as she looked down. "You're in me! That didn't
hurt! It feels really good!" she babbled. "But you're not past that thing are
you?"
"No, not yet, but we're probably close to it. Are you ok?" I asked.
She hugged me tightly and buried her face in my chest. "I think I'm in heaven!"
she whispered.
She began moving her butt around in little circles and then up and down with
tiny strokes on my dick. My dick was not going in much deeper; but was
stretching her opening. We did that for quite some time. She was so tight and
seemed to be opening up very slowly. She was starting to climb the hill to
another orgasm and I began to help her by lifting her up and down on my dick.
She looked up at me and began a long, passionate kiss and then just lifted up
and let her weight impale her cunt on my dick. It popped past the hymen and she
let out a little yelp and froze. We didn't move for a few moments. I was
kissing her cheeks softly, trying to kiss the hurt away. I noticed a salty tear
on my lips. Again, I asked her if she was ok.
"It hurt," she admitted, honestly. "But it's better now. I think it will be ok.
She looked down to see how far I was in. Only about a third of it was inside
her. "I'll never be able to get the rest in. It's just too big," she lamented.
"So?" I asked. "What difference does that make?"
"Well, I've sneaked some of my step dad's videos when he forgets to lock them
up," she explained. "And the girls always end up letting the guys pound it all
the way in."
"You've watched too many movies," I teased. "Don't worry about that. I am
enjoying this more than anything I have ever, ever done," I assured her. "Just
relax and enjoy the moment. This is a special moment for both of us."
She looked around at our surroundings and exclaimed "and it couldn't be in a
more beautiful setting!" Then she looked into my eyes and added, "or with a
more beautiful person. I'm not a virgin anymore. Am I?"
"No Em. You're a woman," I assured her. "An incredibly beautiful, amazing
woman. And you are my sweet, sweet Emily."
Then we began kissing again and started to move into that rhythm we had found
earlier. Within a few minutes she began another giant orgasm; her breathing was
fast, deep and labored. Her little body shook from one end to the other. She
was hammering away on my dick and I was thrusting back at her. Through clinched
teeth she whispered, "Oh god Matt, I'm there again! Fuck me!"
Hearing her use that language for the first time was more than I could handle
and I began shooting my load into her. After the buildup from all of today's
fondling, my orgasm was huge. I just kept spurting shot after shot. The
sensations were like no climax I had ever experienced.
It took awhile for our sex organs to relax their grip on our bodies. Finally,
Emily collapsed on my chest and we just held each other, the warm tropical sun
warming our bodies and the waves gently tugging at us, rocking us back and
forth. Life was good.
Emily sat up and looked down as my limp dick slipped out of her vagina followed
by streams of semen mixed with a tiny amount of blood, streaming into the water
that just covered our legs. "Wow, look at that she observed. "You really loaded
me up."
"Uh huh," I replied, watching the semen float away. "How do you feel?"
"I don't know how to describe this feeling," she admitted. "I've been thinking
about how to describe it, but nothing seems good enough to even come close to
how I feel right now. Everything is so perfect! The ocean, this bay, this
spot... you. Especially you! My friends and I have often played a game where we
take turns describing our ideal first time. It gets pretty wild, as you can
imagine. Well, none of us have ever thought of anything as amazing as this
is... I just don't know what to say to describe it."
"I think you just did," I remarked.
We held each other for a while longer; until my butt began to ache from the
rock I was sitting on. We slid into the water and swam around, stretching out
to get the circulation back into our arms and legs.
Suddenly Emily stopped and shushed me. "Did I just hear thunder?" she asked, as
we both looked around.
We couldn't see anything but fluffy white clouds but then we both definitely
heard a clap of thunder. It was coming from our right and we couldn't see the
clouds because we were right next to the cliff. We gathered our gear and
quickly swam to the beach, grabbed our towels and started up the trail. I
looked back towards the cliff and could now clearly see a giant, black,
thunderhead moving quickly across the bay. We made it to the top of the hill
before the sky opened up. We were drenched in the cold rain by the time we ran
across the road to our SUV. I used the electronic key and popped open the back
hatch. We ducked under it to get some relief from the downpour. We dried each
other off and then hopped in the back and shut the hatch. We leaned back and
relaxed for a minute or so to catch our breath. We were wrapped in our towels
to warm up.
"Must be three o'clock," I mused. "I hear they get these every afternoon this
time of year."
It didn't take long for us to spread out the towels and get back into each
other's arms. We weren't ready to move past this "first time" moment. We wanted
to keep that closeness a little longer. We kissed and talked about "it" until
Emily's cell phone rang. "It's Mom," she said, looking at the display.
"Hi, Mom," she answered. After a pause she continued, "We've been in the water
for the last few hours and I couldn't have my cell with me. Sorry."
Emily started to tell her mom about how fun the snorkeling had been but her mom
cut her off. After a pause, Emily said, "It's raining here, too; really hard.
We almost made it into our car before it hit. It kind of sneaked up on us."
Then Emily got a concerned look on her face, looked at me and shook her head.
Speaking to me she said, "This is a huge storm and they have canceled all
flights in and out of here."
Speaking to her mom again, she told her, "Well, I guess we'll have to find a
place to stay over here. I'll call you as soon as we know something."
She hung up and looked at the display on her cell. "It's not three it's nearly
five!" she exclaimed.
We hurriedly dressed, stowed our gear and moved into the front seat. I started
the car, fumbled around to find the defrost switch; we had already steamed up
the windows. Then I found the wipers and lights and we eased onto the road.
There was a resort hotel not far from where we bought the snorkeling gear. I
hoped they would have a room.
We could hardly see the pavement because of the torrential rain. I clicked on
the hazard warning lights. Although it was not very far to the main road, this
narrow road was winding, had hardly any shoulders and had a steep drop off on
one side, a cliff on the other. It was going to take awhile.
We both breathed a sigh of relief when we finally reached the hotel. I pulled
under the awning and parked. As we started into the hotel, I suggested Emily go
find the coffee shop and order us a hot drink and I would catch up with her as
soon as I had checked us in, assuming they had a room.
The desk clerk greeted me and after explaining to her my plight, she checked
her computer and informed me there were no rooms available. "But," she
continued, "With the flights canceled there might be some rooms available at
six o'clock because there are several reservations that were not guaranteed for
late arrival. Of course, there might also be others like you, who had not been
able to get out tonight."
I asked her if there were others waiting and she told me I was the first so
far. I gave her my name and asked her to hold the first room that became
available and to page me in the coffee shop. She concurred and I went off to
find Emily.
She was sipping her hot chocolate and followed me with her eyes as soon as I
was in sight, looking for some sign of success. I sat down and told her the
situation.
"We might as well get something to eat since we will be here until six," I
suggested.
We were half through eating when my name was paged. "Keep your fingers
crossed," I told Emily. I looked at my watch and noticed it was not quite six
o'clock. That was a good sign.
I got back to the desk and the clerk was smiling; another good sign. "We just
had a cancellation!" she beamed. "It's a king, non-smoking room with an ocean
view. Or you can wait until six and see what may open up then."
"I'll take it," I answered, without hesitation. I didn't want to take any
chances. Spending the night sacked in that SUV was not too inviting; even with
Emily.
After registering and getting the key card, I hurried back to the coffee shop
to tell Emily the good news. I gave her a thumbs-up when I walked through the
door; she pumped her fist in celebration. She called her mom with the good news
but just got her voice mail. It was probably better to just leave a message.
The fewer questions the better.
"I have another confession to make," Emily admitted, with a sheepish grin. "A
couple, actually."
"Shoot," I said.
She began her confession: "You remember this morning when I told you about
being ahead of you as far as 'getting there'? Well it wasn't just the time on
the plane; it was also last night when you called to tell me you had booked the
flight. I was so excited and I had already taken off my dress. I couldn't
resist lying on the bed and punching my button while you were talking to me."
"Um..." I started imaging her lying there rubbing her "button". "I guess I have
a confession of my own. When I got to my room Sunday night and was enjoying
your scent on the back of my hand and the trampoline picture of you, I couldn't
help but give some relief to my dick - and I had to use my left hand!"
Emily giggled and then said, "Wow, we might have been doing that at the same
time!" she admitted. "So I still owe you."
It took me a second to realize what she meant. We both laughed at the thought
of both of us relieving ourselves while thinking about each other, in hotel
rooms a mile apart. That had been an arousing flight.
We finished our meal and started to go to the room, but decided to look around
the hotel first. They had a nice pool, game room and all the amenities of a
great resort hotel. I didn't think we would be using them too much; except
maybe the pool and hot tub.
We went to the car and gathered our packs. I parked while Emily went to the
gift shop to gather a few things we would need for the night. The rain had let
up slightly, but it looked like there was plenty more coming. I joined her in
the gift shop, spotted a bottle of Champagne and picked it up along with two
nice, wine glasses.
The shower felt good after our swim in the ocean. Of course we washed each
other, thoroughly, especially in our private areas. That started both our
motors running and we ended up in bed for another wonderful lovemaking session.
We found ourselves enjoying a "69" position. While we were both enjoying
experiencing each other orally, I noticed the little beauty mark on her left
cheek again and told her, "Hey, I almost forgot about this, touching it
softly."
"Did you notice that today or Sunday?" she asked, teasing me.
"Sunday." I admitted.
"You were a naughty boy," she snickered and then continued to work my dick with
her wonderful little mouth.
We lost track of time, again, making love in every position we could imagine.
Finally, I was on top just pounding away, but being careful not to go too deep.
My dick had touched her cervix and I didn't want to hurt her. When Emily
finally began her orgasm, she wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled us
together as hard as she could. I felt my dick touch her cervix but she just
kept pressing hard on each stroke. She climaxed, again - hard. As we started to
calm down, Emily looked down and said, "Oh my god, Matt, it's nearly all the
way in!"
She was right. I couldn't believe it either. And it was still rock hard. We
continued to wail away at each other and by the time I finally lost it, Emily
had enjoyed several more orgasmic blasts. We held on tight until our bodies
finally began to climb down from our hormonal highs.
The lightning was intense again so we decided against sitting on the covered
balcony. We moved a large recliner so that it faced the double French doors and
opened them up. We settled into the recliner together and sipped the Champagne,
wearing the hotel robes. They felt good as the cool rain continued. We sat
there for hours watching the lightning, holding each other and re-living the
most glorious day either of us had ever had.
I finally had to ask Emily how she had managed to remain so innocent. She was
so precocious and with her incredible beauty and body, not to mention the
business her mom and stepfather were in, it just seemed unlikely that she would
be so inexperienced at twelve.
"Oh, I have my dad to thank for that - or blame," she chuckled. "See, he's the
District Attorney back where I used to live. He's also kind of a religious nut.
Anyway, he threatened to send my mom and step dad to prison forever if anything
happened to me like that. They've been pretty strict. I guess they really trust
you. Anyway, I used to believe that I would be a virgin until I married. That's
the way I was raised. But now I have some friends who don't believe that way
and I've decided they are right and my dad is wrong. I decided instead of
waiting until I was married, I'd just wait until the right guy came around.
Lucky me, huh?" She looked up at me and smiled.
"Lucky me, I think you mean," I corrected her. We kissed sweetly, again.
Then a nervous chill swept over me as I thought of her religious nut, D.A. dad.
Oh shit, I'm in such trouble here. Then I decided that whatever happened, it
was worth it. Shoot me, hang me, lock me up forever - this one day and night
with my sweet, sweet Emily, was worth it.
"Hey, I just remembered - in the coffee shop you said you had a couple of
confessions and you only told me one. What's the other?"
Emily looked up at me with that loving little smile and said, "The other is
that all day I have been wishing we would somehow miss our flight out of here
tonight!"
                                    The End