Summer Holiday/Molly
When Daddy said we were going back to the hotel in Spain we were at last year, I was really excited. Don’t get me wrong, I really love playing with Daddy and Harry, although Harry’s becoming a bit of a pest these days, but it’s nice to meet new people, especially people like us.
I saw a man sitting on his own with a book, but he seemed more interested in making faces at a little girl who was sitting on her dad’s lap showing her panties than me. He looked really nice; not too young and not too old so I challenged Harry to a race round the seating area to see how he reacted. Some of the other people looked cross and made ‘tut tut’ noises, but the man just smiled.
I let Harry win the race and then tried to get him to do a cartwheel; he was no good at that so I tried a handstand. I had to show him how to do it, which meant that my yellow panties were on view to anyone who cared to look and when I stood up again, I could see that he was interested. Harry gave up but I moved nearer the man and this time I made a bridge right in front of him. My dress fell down over my face so I knew that he could see my panties stretched over my pussy as well as my flat chest. I held the pose as long as I could before falling over and got a nice smile as a reward. I said I was sorry and he said it was okay so I gave him a big smile back.
I told him that I wanted to try standing on my head, and asked him to help. He caught hold of my legs and when his hand touched my pussy, I knew I had him hooked. “My name’s Molly; what’s yours,” I asked. He said he was called Francis so I told him that my annoying little brother was Harry and Mummy and Daddy were called Mary and Bob. They heard me and gave Francis a little wave. I was just wondering if I could do any more when Daddy called me over as it was time to get on the plane. I was disappointed when Francis stayed where he was; I guessed that he was on a different flight, so it was a great surprise to see him on the plane in the same row as us.
I didn’t really care about sitting by the window; it’s mostly just clouds anyway. Daddy said that he would sit next to Francis, but he offered to swap seats so that I could have a window too. As I climbed over, I knew for sure that Francis liked me, because I could feel his cock before he grabbed my bum to lift me over; he even gave me a boiled sweet to suck. For a while we just sat there; I thought he might try to touch me, but maybe he was scared, so I decided to get upside down again. It wasn’t easy, with the seats being so close together but it worked and he was soon tickling my leg and touching my pussy; then the lady came and told me to sit up.
When we got to the hotel we dropped our cases and wanted to go exploring. Mummy said I should change so I put on my bikini bottom with my shortest skirt and a stretch top and we left her to do the unpacking.
We went into the dining room which was pretty empty, and then into the reception where Daddy read some flyers about different groups; then we went to the pool where I saw Uncle Francis. He’s not a real uncle but it doesn’t seem right to call a grownup by their first name, so Uncle it was. I was happy to see that he was staying at our hotel, and ran over to sit on his lap while Daddy and Harry caught up. Daddy got us all drinks and I sat on Uncle Francis’s lap; I could feel his dick was getting hard.
It was fun just sitting there but I thought that if we were in the water, we could do some naughty stuff, so I jumped into the pool. I expected Uncle Francis to come in after me, but he got distracted by some teenage blonde; I needed a wee, so I had an idea. He tore his eyes off the tits on display, and followed me into the changing area. He was going to wait outside, but I used my little girl voice and told him I needed help.
What did he do?