Summer Holiday/Spain Day 1/Airport.

I had a good feeling about this trip and the airport departure lounge lay before me as a kind of appetizer. I stood and looked around, absently rubbing the back of my leg where I'd been stung. There were plenty of little lovelies for my viewing pleasure, all happy, all excited to be off somewhere new and none in the least bit aware that I was imagining what each of their cute little asses would look like skewered on my erection.

I feel rather strange but decide that it must be because I have finally plucked up the courage to act on my pedophile urges. Up to now I have always been too scared to take advantage of the few opportunities that have presented themselves; I had always imagined some girl running off screaming, followed by a confrontation with an angry parent and then the humiliation of arrest and exposure. Now, standing in the airport lounge, it was almost as if I could tell which kids would and which were still innocent.

So - where to sit?

Ahoy, little redhead, nice short skirt and pretty little freckles...

Or maybe something a little more energetic, a brown haired brother and sister challenging each other to do cartwheels and handstands in one corner...

Or is that little blondie from the lobby? Sat over by the toilets with her two elder sisters and daddy watching over them...

There are some empty seats over there, opposite a couple with a baby...