Summer Holiday/Spain Day 3 I meet a Princess

“It’s best if we are naked like everyone else,” he said, and grinned when he saw my half-hard cock. Bob stripped too, and I got my first good look at him. He was one of those guys that you wouldn’t really notice if she saw him in the street, but apart from a bit of a paunch, he was fit and strong looking; his cock was indeed bigger than mine, but not by much, with a pair of heavy balls underneath and a big patch of black curly hair. I don’t normally check out other men, but this whole thing was a new experience for me.

We headed past the volleyball game, and I saw that the kids were all in the ten to thirteen bracket; the oldest being a black lad who, from what I could see as they jumped around, reinforced the stereotype. There were two girls a bit younger with nicely budding tits and two boys the same age. The youngest was another girl who looked to be around ten. They took no notice of us as we walked past.

“What about you,” Bob said. “I’m guessing you don’t have much experience.” I told him that up till now all I’d really done was watch videos. “I wanted to but I never had the opportunity,” I said.

He laughed. “It’s a lot easier when you got your own; you and I would never have met if Molly hadn’t taken a fancy to you. That trick she did, doing handstands to show of her cute little bum, you were the third guy she tried it with. It’s like this beach; you can’t apply for membership here, you have to wait to be invited.” There was a shack selling beer and ice cream and stuff with a few tables and umbrellas dotted about the small crowd of people, adults and children. Bob had a sort of man bag slung over one shoulder, and he dug out some money and bought us both a beer.

We sat down and a pretty little girl, about three years old, with bright blue eyes and a cloud of blond curls came over. “Hello Mister,” she said.

I said; “Hello Princess.”

She giggled. “I’m not a Princess,” she said and ran off.

Bob smiled approvingly. “You’ll do well; good looking young chap like you, they’ll come flocking round.” He looked across at the girl's mother. "Don't forget the mothers though." He stood up. “I’m going to get some ice cream to take back to the others; are you coming?”

What do you do?

Go with Bob

Stay and see what happens