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Sitting down just on the end of the row on which the brother and sister were playing I fished a paperback out of my bag and pretended to read. Not that I could even tell you what the first page was about as my attention was very much distracted!
You sit down on the end of the row on which the brother and sister are playing, fish your Kindle out of your bag and pretend to read.  


The two kids were playing happily with Mum and dad casting the occasional glance at them. The pair were certainly making enough noise and I could see a few of my fellow travellers around me were more than a little irritated by it. Myself though I was quite happy for them to continue. The girl who I gathered from their chatter was called Molly and her brother, perhaps two years younger was called Harry. Little Molly was quite the little show off too and was trying to teach her little brother various gymnastic tricks including cartwheels, handstands and bridges. He was a poor student but it did mean that most of the time was spent with her demonstrating and this was very much to my tastes. She wore a light cotton dress and with the reckless abandon of girls her age everywhere (she was about eight) she gave no mind to turning flips and standing inverted whilst her dress fell down around her shoulders. Each time she did, I and the entire departure lounge got a full view of her pale yellow little cottons and smooth bare skin. On returning to the correct way up she would idly brush it back down into place before going again. One occasion she did a handstand before dropping down into a bridge almost right in front of me. She couldn't see me as her dress was down around her face but I got a wonderful close up of her panties, bare stomach, chest and almost to her shoulders. In fact if I had wanted to I could have reached out, pulled the panties aside and shoved a finger in right then and there. Of course this would have meant a premature end to my holiday and most likely a punch from daddy but it such a tempting thought. It was almost as if she wanted to tease me as she held the pose for what seemed like an eternity before rolling out of in onto my sandalled feet. Her dress was still up around her armpits and as we made eye contact, the girl realising she had bumped me, she lay there for a further five seconds with her flat little titties and yellow cottons still on display. I smiled kindly at her in case she thought I might be annoyed and was rewarded with a lovely gap toothed grin.
The two kids are playing happily in the space between the seats, with Mum and Dad casting the occasional glance at them. The pair are certainly making enough noise and you can see a few fellow travellers are more than a little irritated by it. For yourself, you are quite happy for them to continue. The girl, who you gather from their chatter, is called Molly and her brother, perhaps two years younger is called Harry.  
  "Sorry Mister, I didn't see you there," she said with a giggle. Well of course she hadn't as her dress, which should normally be worn down around her knees had been over her head!


[[Summer Holiday/Page8|"Oh that's ok darling," I replied with a laugh, "I was just admiring your clever tricks."]]
Molly is quite the little show-off and is trying to teach her little brother various gymnastic tricks including cartwheels, handstands and bridges. He is a poor student but it does mean that most of the time is spent with her demonstrating and this was very much to your taste. She's wearing a light cotton dress and with the reckless abandon of girls her age everywhere (she's about eight you think - perfect), she gives no mind to modesty. Turning flips and standing inverted whilst her dress falls over her head. Each time she does, you and anyone else who cares to look (and you are aware that several men are also surreptitiously peeking) are treated to a full view of her pale yellow cotton knickers and the smooth bare skin of her thighs. Once back on her feet, she smooths her skirt back down before going again.
 
Then she does a handstand and drops down into a bridge almost right in front of you. She can't see you as her dress is down over her face but you get a wonderful close-up of her panties stretched over a perfect camel toe, her bare tummy, as well as her chest with its two bee-sting nipples. In fact, if you have the nerve, you could reach out, pull the panties aside and shove a finger into her immature little cunt right then and there. Of course, this would mean a premature end to your holiday, most likely a punch from Daddy, and an unpleasant interview with security, but it doesn't stop your imagination. It's almost as if she's deliberately teasing you as she holds the pose for what seems like an eternity before rolling out of it onto your sandaled feet. Her dress is still up around her armpits and you make eye contact as she lays there for several seconds with her flat chest on show and her yellow panties, pulled right up into her pussy. You smile in case she thinks you might be annoyed at her antics and are rewarded with a lovely gap-toothed grin.
 
"Sorry Mister, I didn't see you there," she says with a giggle. Well of course she hadn't, because her dress, which should normally be hanging down around her knees had been over her head!
 
''"And you are a fucking liar,"'' you think. The little minx knew perfectly well what she was doing.
 
*[[Summer Holiday/Spain Day 1/Airport./Molly 2|"Oh that's OK darling," You reply with a laugh, "I was just admiring your clever tricks."]]
*[[Summer Holiday/Spain Day 1 At the airport with Molly - Wrong Decision|"Well perhaps you should be more careful then young lady and stop fooling round."]]
 
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Latest revision as of 15:43, 12 December 2023

You sit down on the end of the row on which the brother and sister are playing, fish your Kindle out of your bag and pretend to read.

The two kids are playing happily in the space between the seats, with Mum and Dad casting the occasional glance at them. The pair are certainly making enough noise and you can see a few fellow travellers are more than a little irritated by it. For yourself, you are quite happy for them to continue. The girl, who you gather from their chatter, is called Molly and her brother, perhaps two years younger is called Harry.

Molly is quite the little show-off and is trying to teach her little brother various gymnastic tricks including cartwheels, handstands and bridges. He is a poor student but it does mean that most of the time is spent with her demonstrating and this was very much to your taste. She's wearing a light cotton dress and with the reckless abandon of girls her age everywhere (she's about eight you think - perfect), she gives no mind to modesty. Turning flips and standing inverted whilst her dress falls over her head. Each time she does, you and anyone else who cares to look (and you are aware that several men are also surreptitiously peeking) are treated to a full view of her pale yellow cotton knickers and the smooth bare skin of her thighs. Once back on her feet, she smooths her skirt back down before going again.

Then she does a handstand and drops down into a bridge almost right in front of you. She can't see you as her dress is down over her face but you get a wonderful close-up of her panties stretched over a perfect camel toe, her bare tummy, as well as her chest with its two bee-sting nipples. In fact, if you have the nerve, you could reach out, pull the panties aside and shove a finger into her immature little cunt right then and there. Of course, this would mean a premature end to your holiday, most likely a punch from Daddy, and an unpleasant interview with security, but it doesn't stop your imagination. It's almost as if she's deliberately teasing you as she holds the pose for what seems like an eternity before rolling out of it onto your sandaled feet. Her dress is still up around her armpits and you make eye contact as she lays there for several seconds with her flat chest on show and her yellow panties, pulled right up into her pussy. You smile in case she thinks you might be annoyed at her antics and are rewarded with a lovely gap-toothed grin.

"Sorry Mister, I didn't see you there," she says with a giggle. Well of course she hadn't, because her dress, which should normally be hanging down around her knees had been over her head!

"And you are a fucking liar," you think. The little minx knew perfectly well what she was doing.