plain and I put their ages at around 38 or so. She was talking and laughing with Marie over cocktails while their daughter was sitting reading while drinking Coke. The daughter was difficult to make out in the bright light but had quite long hair, pretty face, a t-shirt top showing a flat chest and a pair of white baggy shorts. She looked about 15 or 16 and I should have passed on but for some reason I started to get the horn. She just looked so virginal. I turned over and went back to sleep!

It turned out that Marie was talking to Barbara and Jim. He was a bit of an alcoholic and spent no time with Chrissy (who I took to be the daughter). Marie was talking ninety to the dozen over dinner about how nice she was and I should join them but he could be a bit objectionable and was best left to drink and sleep. It was such a shame that Chrissy didn’t have a father figure and had to spend a lot of time alone. Then I heard her say that I could play some volleyball on the beach with Chrissie. I blanked the idea and changed the subject, having no wish to be the surrogate father of an alcoholic’s daughter.

Next day was a repeat of the previous with Mariie round there chatting and father sound asleep. Marie was obviously talking about me as Barbara and Chrissy gave me little girly waves. After that, when Marie went back to talking, I noticed Chrissy looking over quite a lot and smiling. I dived in the pool to let her see a real man and saw her look over the top of her sunglasses at me as I climbed out, my bulge clearly visible as the water drained from my swimming trunks. Again she smiled.

I lay down and Chrissie stood up and walked over to their apartment which was actually a little terraced villa with upstairs and downstairs. I followed her with my eyes, a rush of blood filling my trunks for some reason. She disappeared inside but I then saw her at an upstairs window looking down and soon realised that she seemed to be fiddling a little below the window line, almost as though she was masturbating while watching me. I lay and made a point of watching as she seemed to masturbate happily while I lay there with my semi-erect bulge clear to her.

I heard Marie before I saw her. “Paul, Paul,” she shouted as she ran across to me. “I have invited Barbara and Chrissie to join us for dinner tonight. Her husband wants to see a football match in the bar.” “You don’t mind do you?”

“Of course not,” I replied quite honestly. I was keen to get a closer look at this underage sex kitten.

I saw them enter the hotel dining room and walk across to the outside terrace where we were sitting. “This is Barbara,” said Marie.

“Hi Paul, I’ve heard all about you,” she cooed. Meet Chrissie.”

Chrissie was still dressed in loose fitting clothes with a baggy linen top and shorts. A fashionable but shapeless look!

“Pleased to meet you,” came this deep voice.

“Christopher so wanted to meet you,” said his mother as I gasped at the apparition before me. I had been sexually fantasising and exposing myself to a teenage boy and an effeminate one at that!

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