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The trouble with last-minute bookings is that you can never be sure where you are going to end up. This time I had hit the jackpot. The place was obviously aimed at families as there seemed to be swarms of excited children milling around. The notice boards were plastered with adverts for kids clubs and local amenities.
The trouble with last-minute bookings is that you can never be sure where you are going to end up. This time I had hit the jackpot. The place was obviously aimed at families as there seemed to be swarms of excited children milling around. The notice boards were plastered with adverts for kids clubs and local amenities aimed at children.


I wandered around for a while getting my bearings, and enjoying the sights; it was noticeable that I was a bit off an odd one out, as the bulk of the guests were either young children or parents with young children. My room was high up with a view of the Mediterranean, and I guessed that someone else's  misfortune was my good luck. I unpacked, had a shower and changed into baggy shorts and a T-shirt; slipped some sandals on my feet and set off to explore.
I wandered around for a while getting my bearings, and enjoying the sights; it was noticeable that I was a bit off an odd one out, as the bulk of the guests were either young children or parents with young children. My room was high up with a view of the Mediterranean, and I guessed that someone else's  misfortune was my good luck. I unpacked, had a shower and changed into baggy shorts and a T-shirt, slipped my feet into some sandals and set off to explore.


The hotel was an all-inclusive deal, and there were already some determined drinkers at the bar, but I found a vacant lounger by the poolside bar and settled back with a long, cold beer to watch the kids in the pool. Most of the adults were doing the same as me, but the kids, after hours of being cooped up on a plane, were full of energy and there was a good deal of uninhibited horseplay.
The hotel was an all-inclusive deal, and there were already some determined drinkers at the bar, but I found a vacant lounger by the poolside bar and settled back with a long, cold beer to watch the kids in the pool. Most of the adults were doing the same as me, but the kids, after hours of being cooped up on a plane, were full of energy and there was a good deal of uninhibited horseplay.
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"I, I'm not sure," I said. "Do you go swimming back home?" She assured me that they went every Saturday morning. "I guess so. Have you got your costume?"
"I, I'm not sure," I said. "Do you go swimming back home?" She assured me that they went every Saturday morning. "I guess so. Have you got your costume?"


Quick as a flash, she whipped off her clothes, revealing a pair of electric blue briefs. "I have to wear the top at home; this is muck better," she said and ran off to jump into the water. It was surprisingly hard to keep track of her among all the others and I was distracted by a gorgeous blonde twelve-year-old girl who seemed to keep getting in my line of sight.
Quick as a flash, she whipped off her clothes, revealing a pair of electric blue briefs. "I have to wear the top at home; this is much better," she said and ran off to jump into the water. It was surprisingly hard to keep track of her among all the others and I was distracted by a gorgeous blonde twelve-year-old girl with perfect half-orange sized tits, who seemed to keep getting in my line of sight.


Suddenly Molly popped up in front of me. "I need a wee," she announced. I tore my eyes away from the blonde and helped my little friend out of the pool. I thought that she would go back to her room, but she led me over to the toilets by the pool. There was no separation for ladies and gents, just a row of WCs and I found her an empty one, intending to wait outside. To my surprise, she insisted I came in to 'help' her.
Suddenly Molly popped up in front of me. "I need a wee," she announced. I tore my eyes away from the blonde and helped my little friend out of the pool. I thought that she would go back to her room, but she led me over to the toilets by the pool. There was no separation for ladies and gents, just a row of WCs and I found her an empty one, intending to wait outside. To my surprise, she insisted I came in to 'help' her.

Revision as of 08:33, 12 April 2019


The trouble with last-minute bookings is that you can never be sure where you are going to end up. This time I had hit the jackpot. The place was obviously aimed at families as there seemed to be swarms of excited children milling around. The notice boards were plastered with adverts for kids clubs and local amenities aimed at children.

I wandered around for a while getting my bearings, and enjoying the sights; it was noticeable that I was a bit off an odd one out, as the bulk of the guests were either young children or parents with young children. My room was high up with a view of the Mediterranean, and I guessed that someone else's misfortune was my good luck. I unpacked, had a shower and changed into baggy shorts and a T-shirt, slipped my feet into some sandals and set off to explore.

The hotel was an all-inclusive deal, and there were already some determined drinkers at the bar, but I found a vacant lounger by the poolside bar and settled back with a long, cold beer to watch the kids in the pool. Most of the adults were doing the same as me, but the kids, after hours of being cooped up on a plane, were full of energy and there was a good deal of uninhibited horseplay.

I was pleasantly surprised to see that, unlike back home where parents felt it necessary to cover up a three-year-old girl's chest, most of the girls were not bothering with the top part of their bikinis. For the younger ones, it made little difference, but even girls as old as ten or eleven were topless; showing off their budding breasts to any pervert who cared to look.

"Uncle Francis," squealed a voice and Molly came racing over; demanding to sit on my lap. Bob and Harry weren't far behind, and I dumped Molly on my lounger and went to get them all drinks.

"I needed that," Bob said, taking a long pull of his beer. "Are you sure Molly's not being a nuisance?" He smiled at me. "I see you got promoted to Honorary Uncle."

I shrugged. "She's fine." Considering that she had changed out of her dress into skimpy shorts and a top that was little more than a band round her chest, and that I was holding her on my lap with my hand spread out over her soft bare belly, I was hardly going to complain. She slurped some of her drink - a pink confection with fruit and an umbrella. "How's Mary," I asked.

"Mummy is having a rest," Molly said. "She isn't very well and usually has a sleep in the afternoon."

"I ought to go and check on her," Bob said. He finished his beer and stood up.

"Can I stay with Uncle Francis... Pleeease," Molly said. Bob looked at me and I shrugged.

"Mind you do what 'Uncle' Francis tells you," he said and he and Harry left me alone with his sexy little daughter. Well, not really alone, since there were plenty of other people about.

"Do you like little girls Uncle Francis," she asked, snuggling up a little more.

I smiled. "Oh yes; sure I do."

She wriggled her bottom which was right on top of my stiff cock and giggled. "I thought so," she said. This was a new situation for me; she was clearly aware of my reaction and probably knew what she was sitting on, but I had no idea how to take it further.

"Can I go for a swim," she asked, suddenly.

"I, I'm not sure," I said. "Do you go swimming back home?" She assured me that they went every Saturday morning. "I guess so. Have you got your costume?"

Quick as a flash, she whipped off her clothes, revealing a pair of electric blue briefs. "I have to wear the top at home; this is much better," she said and ran off to jump into the water. It was surprisingly hard to keep track of her among all the others and I was distracted by a gorgeous blonde twelve-year-old girl with perfect half-orange sized tits, who seemed to keep getting in my line of sight.

Suddenly Molly popped up in front of me. "I need a wee," she announced. I tore my eyes away from the blonde and helped my little friend out of the pool. I thought that she would go back to her room, but she led me over to the toilets by the pool. There was no separation for ladies and gents, just a row of WCs and I found her an empty one, intending to wait outside. To my surprise, she insisted I came in to 'help' her.

Follow her in

Tell her she's a big girl and should manage by herself