Summer Holiday/At the Airport Daddy's little angels Mandy boyfriend

"No, he he, with my mummy..." she stopped to correct herself, "with my mum and dad." She coloured deeply again at my rather personal question but no guts no glory. Anyway, the gamble seemed to have worked as she was clearly pleased at my insinuation that she was old enough to be going on holiday with a boyfriend judging by her quick correction of the childish "mummy" to "mum". I knew girls her age loved to pretend they were older than they were and had very nearly got inside my mate's little sisters pants massaging her young ego this way. Middle blondie here wore very tight, very short jeans cut offs and I wondered idly if she was even wearing any pants underneath. Probably made it easier for dad to whip them down and butt fuck her in the plane toilet if she didn't I guess. It was only an hour or two to Spain but surely that was time enough to induct this gorgeous little lady into the mile high club!

"Oh I see, you're here to make sure they behave themselves then?" I suggested and got another shy smile. As we sat there chatting in an ever more friendly manner I continued to drop these little quips in and was rewarded with a full run down of family blondie. My new friend here was called Mandy and was twelve and a half (still enough child in her to add the "half") and there was Jasmine (the eldest who was fourteen and was probably going to be "getting off with Brad all holiday, Brad being the eldest son of another family they always met out in Spain) and finally little Kayleigh (who was ten and probably had a mouthful of hot daddy meat right this very second!). Mum and dad were Sue and Dylan and so now I knew the whole family.

"So is Kyle you're boyfriend then?" I teased, nudging her playfully. We were quite easy with each other now and as I sat back following this tease I spread an arm out behind her and she moved ever so slightly into it.

"No," she exclaimed suddenly before seeing me wink and smile. "I mean he's ok and quite nice but..."

"But what?" I prompted, nudging her again and this time letting my hand come down on her bare leg. She tensed at my touch but didn't pull away and I heard her breath catch just slightly. She looked at me again and seeing me laughing she decided it was her turn to ask the questions.

"Anyway Francis, where's you're boyfrie..." She realised her slip to late and flushed scarlet again.

"My boyfriend," I declared theatrically, "why no Mandy darling I prefer pretty young ladies. Though I'm sad to say I don't currently have one, who knows, perhaps I'll get lucky on holiday." I patted her bare leg again in a friendly manner and she looked up at me still very embarassed.

"I didn't mean..." she began falteringly.

"Oh that's ok lovely," I laughed and moved my hand further up her leg. She was clearly quite comfortable with my attentions now and I could read in her face what was coming next.

"But if you, you know, ummm...."

Unfortunately for my ego but maybe luckily for the situation in my shorts, she was not able to continue this sentence as little sis bounced up to us and poked a cheeky tongue out at her elder sibling. Daddy was close behind and the family group was complete a few moments later as Mum and Jasmine rejoined them. Jasmine was carrying a littler bag of perfumes or some such and proceeded to show of the contents to her jealous younger siblings. "So you can smell nice for Bradley," I heard Mandy say teasingly and got a jab in her ribs for her troubles. She turned to me and made a "yuck" face grinned when I winked in reply.

When Dad had come back I did noticed he eyed me suspiciously for a while before settling down again and having an excitable ten year old clamber on his lap again. I introduced myself though with a few enthusiastic additions from Mandy he seemed to relax. In the short period before boarding commenced I went back to my book for the most part but all the time kept an eye on my middle blondie and returned her smiles, winks and little waves quite happily.

I was sat nowhere near them on the plane but three times during the flight she walked up the aisle passed me and I got a shy little "Hi Francis," when she passed by. Now unless the girl had the bladder of a mouse I think it was safe to say she had the hots for me! Indeed as I gave her another little wave as her family got off the transfer bus two stops before my hotel I felt sure we would be meeting again. There were three hotels together here and they apparently shared many facilities including bars, play areas, pools and discotheques. Oh yes, if I played my cards right it felt sure she would be sharing even more with me and perhaps giving my bed springs a good work out as I played hollywood heart throb for her!

With such thoughts it was not difficult to christen my room and as the complimentary cleanex was flushed away I thought about sprucing myself up.