Summer Holiday/Spain Day 1/Airport./Molly 2/Plane
The plane is being pushed back and the set 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 did momentarily wonder if little Harry might hop over instead of his big sister. Don't get me wrong I wouldn't say no to a cute little lad (which Harry most certainly was) if he was about to wrap his little lips round my 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 me, 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 my erection as her little bottom brushes over it, and giggling as I take two hands full of heaven in order to boost her up and over the arm rest. Unsurprisingly, all this earns a glare from a flight attendant.
She gets up on her knees and proceeded to squeak excitedly at every little thing she could see out of the window which earns us another glare. I help her get belt done up, taking care that her skirt is rucked up to expose her thighs. Of course, you still have to lean across to look at a bird fly past or the flaps on the wing move as we taxi, and each time you are sure to rest a hand on her leg or in her lap. It may be excitement, but once or twice her legs squeezed together on your fingers and traps them briefly between her thighs. Feeling bolder, you take the initiative and point at another plane on the ground, while taking a firm hold on her thigh.
Meanwhile, across the aisle peace had been restored and with Harry making similar observations to his Mummy, Bob, left in the outer seat, leaned across to thank me again and told me to let them know if Molly became a pain and they would swap seats but it was a half-hearted gesture and once we were in the air he donned headphones and lay back with his eyes closed. Naturally I had no intention of handing back this gorgeous little eight year old next to me, and encouraged her enthusiasm and wonder at every little detail. When she complained of her ears feeling funny I was very tempted to give her something nice to suck on but resisted and offered a boiled sweet instead. She did let me feed it to her though and I left my finger in her mouth for a few seconds longer than necessary; the way she sucked on it confirmed my impression that she wasn't as innocent as she looked.
Soon, we were above the clouds and she turned away from the window. Looking up at me with a cheeky grin she declared she wanted to practice headstands again; before I could say anything she had unbuckled her belt and inverted herself with panties and tummy on display once again. Her head was on the seat and her legs against the back, but I reached round to hold her up anyway; this time with the palm of my hand flat against her bare belly.
I looked across the aisle and saw that Bob was fast asleep and Mary was reading to Harry; neither of them taking any notice of what was going on the other side. Molly turned the right way up for a few moments and then repeated the exercise; naturally my hand was on her belly again, but a bit lower down this time.
My fingers were touching the elastic waistband of her panties and, with a quick glance around, I insinuated them inside. I looked down at her upside-down face and she just poked her tongue out at me, so I moved my hand lower still. For a while, I got my fingers on her pussy but then I heard the flight attendant coming with her trolley, so I told Molly to sit up if she wanted a drink.
When she finished her coke, I had hopes of a repeat performance, but then Mary had to take Harry to the loo, so I just sat quietly. Of course Molly wanted to go too, and I would have been delighted to take her, but Mary intervened, so that was 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"; Daddy had replied with an amused glance my way that he was sure it would be up to Francis. The family were staying for a fortnight and once again I got the impression that any break the parents could get from their two hyper excited offspring would be welcome. It might mean having to take little bro as well but if that meant a chance of exploring Molly's beautiful young body, and let my hands roam all over her (maybe up inside her as well) then I was more than happy!
The transfer bus and check-in at the hotel all went smoothly and I was surprised that I had bagged a room with a view of the sea. The room was hot and I stripped off while I waited for the air-con to kick in. I thought about what had happened so far: the kids in the airport and Molly on the plane; it was all way outside my usual experience, where groping Pete's sister was the nearest I had ever managed to realising my pedophile instincts.
John Thomas reacted in the usual way to my thoughts and when I tried to imagine what it would feel like to have Molly's sweet lips wrapped around him I had to relive the pressure in my balls. I hadn't even unpacked and here I was, grabbing some tissues, and heading for the shower to clean up
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