Summer Holiday/Spain Day 1/Airport./Molly 2/Plane
The plane is being pushed back and the seat next to you is still empty, so when you offer the window seat to one of the children, you get a real look of gratitude from two harassed parents.
You do momentarily wonder if little Harry might hop over instead of his big sister. Don't get it wrong you wouldn't say no to a cute little lad (which Harry most certainly is) if he was about to wrap his little lips around your bell end, but for the time being at least, Molly is the one you want.
You needn't have worried as he's clearly a Mummy's boy, but for Molly the prospect of sitting next to you, away from her annoying little brother, is too good to pass up. You barely manage to move over before she bundles happily across your lap, seemingly not noticing your erection as her little bottom brushes over it, and giggling as you take two hands full of heaven to boost her up and over the armrest. Unsurprisingly, all this earns a glare from a flight attendant.
She gets up on her knees and proceeds to squeak excitedly at every little thing she sees out of the window which earns us another glare. I help her do her seat belt up, 'accidentally' making her skirt ruck up exposing her thighs to your lascivious gaze. She keeps nudging you to point things out and, of course, you have to lean across to look at a bird fly past, or the flaps on the wing move. Each time you are obliged to rest a hand on her bare leg or in her lap and it may be your imagination, but once or twice her legs deliberately squeeze together on your fingers and trap them briefly between her thighs.
Across the aisle, peace has been restored and Bob, in the outer seat leans across to thank you again and tells you to let them know if Molly becomes a pain but it was a half-hearted gesture. Once we are in the air he dons headphones and lays back with his eyes closed. Naturally, you have no intention of handing back this gorgeous child and you encourage her enthusiasm and wonder. When she complains that her ears feel funny you are very tempted to offer her something nice to suck on but resist and offer a boiled sweet instead. She does let you feed it to her though and you leave your finger in her mouth for a few seconds longer than necessary. The way she sucks your finger makes you think that she isn't as innocent as she looks.
Soon, you are above the clouds and the bong sounds to say you can undo the belt. She turns away from the window and, looking up at you with a cheeky grin, declares that she wants to practice headstands again. Before you can say anything she unbuckles her belt and inverts herself with panties and tummy on display once again. Her head is on the seat and her legs against the back, but you reach around to hold her up anyway, this time with the palm of your hand flat against her bare belly.
You look across the aisle and see that Bob is fast asleep and Mary's reading to Harry. Neither of them is taking any notice of what is going on your side. When Molly turns the right way up for a few moments and then repeats the exercise, my hand goes on her belly again, but a bit lower down this time.
My fingers are touching the elastic waistband of her panties and, with a quick glance around, you insinuate them inside. You look down at her upside-down face and she just pokes her tongue out, so you move your hand lower still until your fingers are actually touching her mound. Then you hear the flight attendant coming with her trolley, so you tell Molly to sit up if she wants a drink. When she finishes her coke, you have hopes of a repeat performance, but Mary takes Harry to the loo, so you sit quietly in case Molly wants to go too. Of course, you would have been delighted to take her, but Mary intervenes, so that's that.
Back at the airport, I had learned all about where they were staying and was pretty sure it was the same hotel as mine. This was soon confirmed to be the case as she hopped up onto my lap and declared to Daddy that she wanted "Francis to play every day".
"That'll be up to Francis," Daddy replies with an amused glance your way. The family are staying for a fortnight and once again you get the impression that any break the parents could get from their two hyper-excited offspring will be welcome. It might mean having to take little bro as well but if that means a chance of exploring Molly's beautiful young body, and letting my hands roam all over her (maybe up inside her smooth little pussy as well) then I will be more than happy.
The transfer bus and check-in at the hotel all go smoothly and you are surprised that you have bagged a room with a view of the sea. It's hot and you strip off while you wait for the air-con to kick in. You think about what had happened so far: the kids in the airport and Molly on the plane; it was all way outside your usual experience. Before this bargain holiday, groping Pete's ten-year-old sister was the nearest you had ever managed to realise your paedophile instincts.
John Thomas reacted in the usual way to your imagination and thinking about all that's happened, especially with Molly on the plane, you try to imagine what it might feel like to have Molly's sweet lips wrapped around him you have to take yourself in hand to relieve the pressure in your balls. You haven't even unpacked and here you are, grabbing some tissues, and heading for the shower to clean up.
What will you do next?
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