Summer Holiday/Spain Day 1/Lobby/Kids' Club/Milly/Room
"Hey, whoopsie daisy," I said with a chuckle as I released the clip, dropped the top away from Milly's flat young chest and tucked one trailing end under the side strap of her bottoms. She gave a little cry of surprise but barely made any attempt to cover up. Why should she, the twins were in exactly the same state of dress and after some brief giggling they continued dancing.
I had been introduced to Marco already and when I eventually had to go and sit down he took over. I watched entranced as the twins danced with him very provocatively. I had joined Emile and his wife Sande and they poured me a glass of wine from their carafe. They had been watching me dance too and the little bikini clad behinds rubbing up against me, now watching the pair with the young rep their indulgent smiles didn't change. This was a family I could get along with and I relaxed in my chair. They were from Lille and down here for two weeks staying only two floors up from me. They enquired where Milly's mother was and I managed to cobble something together about her not being able to get the time off. Sande also chided me for not getting up and join in but Emile joined my side and pointed out the extra dancing I had put in. Either way, both parents seemed to accept me easily on face value.
Eventually the twins rejoined us and I felt a little flutter of worry as I saw Milly disappear off into the hotel. I would later find out that her Mum (and new boyfriend) had gone immediately to the bar on arrival and apparently had little ambition on this holiday past drinking, sunbathing and shagging. Of course Milly didn't use that word but it did explain her earlier predicament (being left without a daddy) and underlined my good fortune as her parent would be quite happy to be free of one daughter for the remainder of the hols.
Milly soon reappeared and skipped over to where we sat. She was still only in her bikini briefs and had dropped the top half off with Mum for safe keeping. Still better, seeing the twins perched one on each of Emile's knees, she happily copied and plonked herself down on mine. Wrapping a comfortable arm around her tummy we spent a very pleasant half hour chatting and drinking wine. The Toussons were French and so each of the twins was allowed a glass as well. This inevitably led to Milly wanting one and after putting up a weak argument I relented. Needless to say a slightly tipsy topless ten year old was hardly something I would say no to.
In fact we all became quite jolly and after a very enjoyable meal from the Buffet, for which Milly disappeared off again to get a t-shirt, we eventually parted ways and I was left alone with my adopted daughter. As we waited for the lift she held my hand and leant into me. I could see her eyelids drooping and wondered if I was going to have to carry her into her room. It may be a little awkward if Mum and boyfriend were in there going at it!
Milly though had other ideas and as we entered the lift she pressed the button for my floor and flopped against me again. I held her up letting my hand ride up underneath her loose shirt and find her delicate little nipple. Then when the door opened she extended her arms to me, demanding to be picked up before nestling into my shoulder and closing her eyes. The message was simple, "Take me home with you." So with a wide grin I carried her slim young body down the hall to my door and slipped through, depositing her on the large double bed and sitting down beside her.