Summer Holiday/Spain Day 1/Lobby/Kids' Club/Milly/Room: Difference between revisions

From All The Fallen Stories
Jump to navigation Jump to search
Santa (talk | contribs)
Hope (talk | contribs)
mNo edit summary
 
(3 intermediate revisions by the same user not shown)
Line 1: Line 1:
[[Category:Summer Holiday]]
"Hey! Oops-a-daisy," you say with a chuckle, as you release the clip, drop the top away from Milly's flat young chest and tuck one trailing end under the side strap of her bottoms. She gives a little cry of surprise but barely makes any attempt to cover up. Why should she? The twins are in exactly the same state of dress and after some brief giggling they continue dancing.
"Hey, whoopsie daisy," I said with a chuckle as I released the clip, dropped the top away from Milly's flat young chest and tucked one trailing end under the side strap of her bottoms. She gave a little cry of surprise but barely made any attempt to cover up. Why should she, the twins were in exactly the same state of dress and after some brief giggling they continued dancing.
 
You have been introduced to Marco already and when you eventually have to go and sit down he takes over. You watch, entranced as the twins dance with him very provocatively. You join Emile and his wife Sandie and they pour you a glass of wine from their carafe. They have been watching you dance with the little bikini clad behinds rubbing up against you, and now, watching the pair with the young rep, their indulgent smiles don't change. ''"This is a family I can get along with,"'' you think as you relax in your chair. They are from Lille and here for two weeks, staying only two floors up from you. They ask where Milly's mother is and I manage to cobble something together about her not being able to get the time off.  Sandie also chides you for not getting up to join in but Emile points out the extra dancing you put in. Either way, both parents seemed to accept you easily at face value.


I had been introduced to Marco already and when I eventually had to go and sit down he took over. I watched entranced as the twins danced with him very provocatively. I had joined Emile and his wife Sande and they poured me a glass of wine from their carafe. They had been watching me dance too and the little bikini clad behinds rubbing up against me, now watching the pair with the young rep their indulgent smiles didn't change. This was a family I could get along with and I relaxed in my chair. They were from Lille and down here for two weeks staying only two floors up from me. They enquired where Milly's mother was and I managed to cobble something together about her not being able to get the time off.  Sande also chided me for not getting up and join in but Emile joined my side and pointed out the extra dancing I had put in. Either way, both parents seemed to accept me easily on face value.
Eventually the twins re-join us and you feel a little flutter of worry as you see Milly disappear off into the hotel. You find out later that her Mum (and new boyfriend) had gone immediately to the bar on arrival and apparently had little ambition on this holiday past drinking, sunbathing and shagging. Of course Milly didn't use that word but it did explain her earlier predicament (being left without a daddy) and underlined your good fortune as her mother will be quite happy to be free of her daughter for the remainder of the hols.  


Eventually the twins rejoined us and I felt a little flutter of worry as I saw Milly disappear off into the hotel. I would later find out that her Mum (and new boyfriend) had gone immediately to the bar on arrival and apparently had little ambition on this holiday past drinking, sunbathing and shagging. Of course Milly didn't use that word but it did explain her earlier predicament (being left without a daddy) and underlined my good fortune as her parent would be quite happy to be free of one daughter for the remainder of the hols.  
Milly soon reappears and skips over to us. She's still only wearing her bikini briefs and, apparently, has dropped the top half off with Mum for safe keeping. Still better, seeing the twins perched one on each of Emile's knees, she happily copies and plonks herself down on mine. You wrap an arm around her soft tummy and spend a very pleasant half hour chatting and drinking wine. The Toussons are French, so the twins are allowed a glass each as well. This inevitably leads to Milly wanting one and, after putting up a weak argument, you relent. Needless to say a slightly tipsy topless ten year old is hardly something you object to.


Milly soon reappeared and skipped over to where we sat. She was still only in her bikini briefs and had dropped the top half off with Mum for safe keeping. Still better, seeing the twins perched one on each of Emile's knees, she happily copied and plonked herself down on mine. Wrapping a comfortable arm around her tummy we spent a very pleasant half hour chatting and drinking wine. The Toussons were French and so each of the twins was allowed a glass as well. This inevitably led to Milly wanting one and after putting up a weak argument I relented. Needless to say a slightly tipsy topless ten year old was hardly something I would say no to.
In fact we all became quite jolly and after a very enjoyable meal from the buffet, for which Milly disappears off again to get a t-shirt, we eventually part ways and you are left alone with your newly adopted daughter. As we wait for the lift she holds your hand and leans into you. You can see her eyelids drooping and wonder if you are going to have to carry her into her room. It would be more than a little awkward if Mum and boyfriend were in there going at it!


In fact we all became quite jolly and after a very enjoyable meal from the Buffet, for which Milly disappeared off again to get a t-shirt, we eventually parted ways and I was left alone with my adopted daughter. As we waited for the lift she held my hand and leant into me. I could see her eyelids drooping and wondered if I was going to have to carry her into her room. It may be a little awkward if Mum and boyfriend were in there going at it!
Milly though has other ideas and as we entered the lift she presses the button for your floor and flops against you again. I hold her up letting your hand ride up underneath her loose shirt to find her delicate little nipple. Then when the door opens she extends her arms, demanding to be picked up before nestling into your shoulder and closing her eyes. The message is simple, "Take me home with you." So with a wide grin you carry the sleepy little girl down the hall to your door and lay her on the large double bed.


Milly though had other ideas and as we entered the lift she pressed the button for my floor and flopped against me again. I held her up letting my hand ride up underneath her loose shirt and find her delicate little nipple. Then when the door opened she extended her arms to me, demanding to be picked up before nestling into my shoulder and closing her eyes. The message was simple, "Take me home with you." So with a wide grin I carried her slim young body down the hall to my door and slipped through, depositing her on the large double bed and sitting down beside her.
[[Summer Holiday/Spain Day 1/Lobby/Kids' Club/Milly/Room/Sleep|Exhausted as you are, you soon join her in sleep.]]


[[Summer Holiday/Oops2|Exhausted as I was, I soon joined her in sleep.]]
[[Summer Holiday/Spain Day 1/Lobby/Kids' Club/Milly/Room/Rape|Sleep, you must be joking!]]


[[Summer Holiday/FN6|Sleep, you must be joking!]]
[[Category:Summer Holiday]]

Latest revision as of 15:51, 10 March 2023

"Hey! Oops-a-daisy," you say with a chuckle, as you release the clip, drop the top away from Milly's flat young chest and tuck one trailing end under the side strap of her bottoms. She gives a little cry of surprise but barely makes any attempt to cover up. Why should she? The twins are in exactly the same state of dress and after some brief giggling they continue dancing.

You have been introduced to Marco already and when you eventually have to go and sit down he takes over. You watch, entranced as the twins dance with him very provocatively. You join Emile and his wife Sandie and they pour you a glass of wine from their carafe. They have been watching you dance with the little bikini clad behinds rubbing up against you, and now, watching the pair with the young rep, their indulgent smiles don't change. "This is a family I can get along with," you think as you relax in your chair. They are from Lille and here for two weeks, staying only two floors up from you. They ask where Milly's mother is and I manage to cobble something together about her not being able to get the time off. Sandie also chides you for not getting up to join in but Emile points out the extra dancing you put in. Either way, both parents seemed to accept you easily at face value.

Eventually the twins re-join us and you feel a little flutter of worry as you see Milly disappear off into the hotel. You find out later that her Mum (and new boyfriend) had gone immediately to the bar on arrival and apparently had little ambition on this holiday past drinking, sunbathing and shagging. Of course Milly didn't use that word but it did explain her earlier predicament (being left without a daddy) and underlined your good fortune as her mother will be quite happy to be free of her daughter for the remainder of the hols.

Milly soon reappears and skips over to us. She's still only wearing her bikini briefs and, apparently, has dropped the top half off with Mum for safe keeping. Still better, seeing the twins perched one on each of Emile's knees, she happily copies and plonks herself down on mine. You wrap an arm around her soft tummy and spend a very pleasant half hour chatting and drinking wine. The Toussons are French, so the twins are allowed a glass each as well. This inevitably leads to Milly wanting one and, after putting up a weak argument, you relent. Needless to say a slightly tipsy topless ten year old is hardly something you object to.

In fact we all became quite jolly and after a very enjoyable meal from the buffet, for which Milly disappears off again to get a t-shirt, we eventually part ways and you are left alone with your newly adopted daughter. As we wait for the lift she holds your hand and leans into you. You can see her eyelids drooping and wonder if you are going to have to carry her into her room. It would be more than a little awkward if Mum and boyfriend were in there going at it!

Milly though has other ideas and as we entered the lift she presses the button for your floor and flops against you again. I hold her up letting your hand ride up underneath her loose shirt to find her delicate little nipple. Then when the door opens she extends her arms, demanding to be picked up before nestling into your shoulder and closing her eyes. The message is simple, "Take me home with you." So with a wide grin you carry the sleepy little girl down the hall to your door and lay her on the large double bed.

Exhausted as you are, you soon join her in sleep.

Sleep, you must be joking!