Well, what could I say? She was very cute. So cute in fact that I made a note to have my eyes tested to ensure cataracts hadn’t formed. I stopped looking too closely, but her bottom was so curvy, firm and rounded; her skin as tight as cling film. I was convinced that water or any other type of fluid would not stick to her skin. She was definitely Teflon coated.
She laid her towel on the sun lounger and spoiled my view by sitting on it. Another view took its place and I have to say her breasts were just as silky smooth and inviting. My breath stuck in my throat as I swallowed. I coughed to rid myself of the anxiety from watching her beautiful body.
I asked the question, why had she chosen the sun lounger next to me?
Then she smiled at me.
I returned her smile, which for a sixty-five-year-old must have been gruesome, but I reckon her metal fenced teeth frightened me even more. The cuteness returned as soon as she stopped smiling.
She didn’t look more than sixteen, but she must have been to be in this hotel during term time.
I reacted to the way she posed, swayed and rubbed suntan lotion into her smooth skin. I placed a book – over me, to hide my reaction. I watched her lithe body stand upwards and watched as she unbuttoned her bikini top and let it fall to the floor.
I tried looking away, I really did.
She poured suntan cream onto her back and shoulders. She could reach some parts and then she looked in my direction, over her shoulder. She sidled over to me and I was thankful for the sound placement of my book.
“Would you mind?”
“Would I mind what?” I retorted.
“Spreading this, all – over – me.”
The way she deliberately separated the words left me feeling horny. I closed my eyes and wanted to open them without her being there. She was still there.
“I can make it easy for you Grandpa,” she chided. I shook my head. I wasn’t even related to her.
She raised one leg and positioned herself across my sun lounger. She squatted down on my upper thighs – just short of ‘The Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire,’ the only book heavy enough to contain my growing erection.
“All over me, please,” she wiggled her shoulders from side to side. Her breasts must have been following suit but I couldn’t see them. It was such a shame. My hands moved upwards and I started to rub in the cream that was making rivulets down her back and towards the cleavage of her bottom. I rubbed it in before it got there to save my embarrassment.
The act of massage was rather cathartic. I enjoyed it, especially at my age. Yes, my hands did snake around her front, enough to brush past her firm breasts once or twice and I did manage to get some cream around the top of her bottom. I was right, her skin felt like Teflon; silky smooth and tight.
She quickly stood up and turned around before sitting back down.
“What are you reading?” She grasped the book before I had time to react; she read the cover and then smiled before lowering the book and biting her lip. She looked so sexy.
“That looks uncomfortable, Grandpa.”
I sighed, tilted my head to one side and looked at her.
“Did I do that?”
She knew full well she did it.
The action of her taking the book, revealing my predicament and making those sexy and horny remarks made me forget that I was actually staring at her bare breasts. What lovely breasts they were with nipples that stood out like beacons from small, dark, yet puffy aureoles.
My penis reacted once more. I could feel it strain my trunks; stretching them way beyond the capability of the fabric.
She looked at me and I just shrugged.
“I’m sorry,” I started, “it happens sometimes.”
“Aren’t I the lucky one.”
Lucky one, I thought.
Before I could react, speak, move or protest, her hand was under my trunks and she pulled out my member in full sight of the almost empty swimming pool. She poured sun cream onto her hands and started to rub it in.
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t want it getting burnt now, do we.”
Obviously not, I thought.
“You shouldn’t be doing this young lady,” I told her.
“But I am, aren’t I. And you’re letting me, aren’t you.”
I had no words left to combat her argument, her hands stroked my full length which only made it throb even more.
“And you’re smiling, aren’t you.”
I nodded. She was right, I was smiling and looking; amazed at how her tiny hands wrapped around it and made it swell with excitement.
“And your gonna cum, aren’t you.”
I nodded yet again. She sidled up the lounger so that my heavy and swollen receptacles were sitting tightly against her crotch.
“Over me!”
It was all she said.
“I want it all – over me.”
What could a guy my age do when faced with such a suggestion? My breath came quickly, her hands jerked furiously, I panted hard, the palm of her other hand massaged the top of my pride and joy, my neck extended as my head fell backwards, she leant forward, I covered her.
She kept massaging me until I was empty.
“Thank you, Grandpa,” she said as she raised herself off my legs. She wiped my secreted juices into her tummy like it was sun cream.
She winked. “Same time tomorrow?”
I sniggered and shook my head as I watched her pick up her bikini top and put it back on.
Just in time I thought.
“Jennifer!” her mother shouted from the side of the pool; hand raised and waving while walking towards her daughter.
