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I sat down just on the end of the row on which the brother and sister were playing, fished my Kindle out of my bag and pretended to read. Not that I could tell you what even the first page was about as my attention was very much distracted! | I sat down just on the end of the row on which the brother and sister were playing, fished my Kindle out of my bag and pretended to read. Not that I could tell you what even the first page was about as my attention was very much distracted! | ||
The two kids were playing happily in the space between the seats, 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 | The two kids were playing happily in the space between the seats, 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. For myself, 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. | ||
Molly was quite the little show off | Molly was quite the little show-off 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 was wearing a light cotton dress and with the reckless abandon of girls her age everywhere (she was about eight I thought - perfect) 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 were treated to a full view of her pale yellow cotton knickers and the smooth bare skin of her thighs. On returning to the correct way up she would idly brush it back down into place before going again. | ||
Then 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 | Then 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, her bare tummy, and her chest with its two bee-sting nipples. In fact, if I had wanted to I could have reached out, pulled the panties aside and shoved a finger into her cunt right then and there. Of course, this would have meant a premature end to my holiday and most likely a punch from Daddy, not to mention an unpleasant interview with security, but it was such a tempting thought. It was almost as if she was deliberately teasing me as she held the pose for what seemed like an eternity before rolling out of it onto my sandalled feet. Her dress was still up around her armpits and, as we made eye contact, she lay there for a further five seconds with her flat chest and her yellow panties, pulled right up into her pussy. 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 | "Sorry Mister, I didn't see you there," she said 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," I thought; the little minx knew perfectly well what she was doing. | "And you are a fucking liar," I thought; the little minx knew perfectly well what she was doing. | ||
Revision as of 11:05, 25 April 2020
I sat down just on the end of the row on which the brother and sister were playing, fished my Kindle out of my bag and pretended to read. Not that I could tell you what even the first page was about as my attention was very much distracted!
The two kids were playing happily in the space between the seats, 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. For myself, 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.
Molly was quite the little show-off 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 was wearing a light cotton dress and with the reckless abandon of girls her age everywhere (she was about eight I thought - perfect) 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 were treated to a full view of her pale yellow cotton knickers and the smooth bare skin of her thighs. On returning to the correct way up she would idly brush it back down into place before going again.
Then 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, her bare tummy, and her chest with its two bee-sting nipples. In fact, if I had wanted to I could have reached out, pulled the panties aside and shoved a finger into her cunt right then and there. Of course, this would have meant a premature end to my holiday and most likely a punch from Daddy, not to mention an unpleasant interview with security, but it was such a tempting thought. It was almost as if she was deliberately teasing me as she held the pose for what seemed like an eternity before rolling out of it onto my sandalled feet. Her dress was still up around her armpits and, as we made eye contact, she lay there for a further five seconds with her flat chest and her yellow panties, pulled right up into her pussy. 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, because her dress, which should normally be hanging down around her knees had been over her head!
"And you are a fucking liar," I thought; the little minx knew perfectly well what she was doing.
"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."