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You sit down on the end of the row on which the brother and sister | 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. | 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 | 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 | 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! | "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! | ||
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.