Summer Holiday/Spain Day 3 Susie in the bar
The girl plonked herself down on my lap, giving me a fright and spilling my drink. "Tell them you're my brother or something," she whispered. "Hi Bro; can you tell these guys to fuck off," she said, loudly enough for the three rather drunk teenagers who were crowding around us to hear.
I put my arm around her bare midriff and tried to look tough. "You heard her guys - we don't want any trouble, do we," I said. Lucky for me, the three youths backed off. "Fuckin incest that is - fuckin your bro, dirty cunt," one of them said, but they walked off in search of easier prey.
She stayed put for a while until they were out of sight. "Thanks for that," she said as she extracted herself from my embrace and looked set to leave.
"Would you like a drink," I asked, pointing at my jug of Sangria. She shrugged and sat on a spare chair. I pushed my glass towards her and went to the bar for another. Walking back to the table, I got my first good look at her. She was shorter than I had thought at first glance; maybe the four-inch heels had something to do with that. Her hair was blonde, bleached by the sun and her eyes, when she looked round, were as blue as the Mediterranean, although it was hard to tell through all the makeup.
She was dressed like a tart; a crop top that didn't seem to have much to conceal, then a long gap to a skirt so short that it barely counted as a skirt. She took a long pull at the wine. "Cheers," she said and held her glass up. I responded and we exchanged names. She said hers was Susan; Susie to her friends.
"Don't you think you've had enough, Susie," I said; she was already slurring her words.
"Who gives a fuck," she said and emptied the glass.
Where's your mother," I asked.
She shrugged. "Gone off with some teenage boy to fuck his brains out." She looked me up and down. "She'd have had you if she saw you first."
"How old are you?"
"Do you care?"
I shrugged. "I suppose not." I thought fifteen, maybe even sixteen, but I got that wrong.
The Sangria was all gone and she stood up, a little unsteady on her ridiculous heels. "Do you fancy me," she asked.
"Sure; who wouldn't," I said.
"Then take me to your hotel and fuck me."
I had already cum twice that evening; once with Molly and once with her six-year-old brother. I wasn't sure that I was up to a third time.