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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! | 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! | ||
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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!
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.
"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!
"Oh that's ok darling," I replied with a laugh, "I was just admiring your clever tricks."
"Well perhaps you should be more careful then young lady and stop fooling round."