Copyright (c) 2015, Hardguy. ALL Rights Reserved

Date of first publication:
Friday, April 17, 2015

Author: Hardguy
Title: My Little Vacation
Summary: A short first-person story of a lucky guy on vacation.
Keywords: Mg, ped, mast, voy

The following story is a work of fiction, meant to entertain the
reader.  It may contain offensive language of a graphic sexual and/or
violent nature and details many activities which are highly illegal
in much of the modern world.  I do not condone or encourage any
activity that may be harmful to the wellbeing of a minor, no matter
the circumstances.  Please realize that there is a line between being
a pedophile and being a child molester.  Any time that line is
crossed, an innocent life is destroyed and a monster is created.
Please do your part to ensure that all children are kept safe from
those who cannot see that line.

Thank you.

      Around about 10 years ago I took a vacation to the beach. Nice
little seaside town, not too touristy, but kind of folksy. I got a
room at one of the motels for a few days to just do nothing but kick
back, read, walk in the sand, climb around on the rocks and peek into
the tide pools at the variety of sea life there.
      
      The 2nd day I was there, walking the beach after lunch, I
strolled past a girl who was burying her brother in the sand. She
wore a bikini top and little pair of shorts. Judging by the little
sprouts on her chest, I'd say she was maybe 10 or 11, maybe even a
small-bodied 12. She was damn cute, and nothing about her that I
didn't like. Curly brown hair just past her shoulders, her exposed
skin was either tanned or she was mixed race. I only looked at her as
I approached and didn't turn my head as I passed by. Yeah, I'm a
perv, but I'm not a creeper.
      
      I had a nice session of "me-time" when I got back to my room,
thinking about the little flair to her hips and the cute little butt
she stuck up in the air as she would bend over to pat the sand down
on her hopelessly trapped little brother. How I would have loved to
yank those shorts down and...well, you get the idea. ;)
      
      That evening after dinner I went for a soak in the hot tub and
a lap or two in the pool. There were a few other people there when I
arrived, an older couple from the midwest, some rowdy teenage boys
splashing at each other and making a lot of noise. I talked to the
couple for a bit in the hot tub. They were out visiting their son and
daughter-in-law and their kids for a week, and decided to spend a few
days here. About 30 minutes later, I meet their granddaughter, or
actually I should say I finally met her. We'd already crossed paths
once as it happened.
      
      Same white outlined blue bikini top as before, now with
matching white outlined blue bikini bottom instead of shorts.
Pleasantries are exchanged as she slips into the hot tub beside her
grandmother across from me. I feel some little feet against my leg,
and she blushes and apologizes for the contact. Grandpa's had enough
of the hot tub, and excuses himself to go back to the room. A saggy
old man's body is exactly the counter I needed to be able to stand up
without embarrassment after seeing the little hottie in full bikini
mode, and I exit the hot tub for the pool, which also chills away the
growth I'd been experiencing.
      
      I swim for a bit, not really doing laps as it's an irregularly
shaped pool, but back and forth and around in circles in the corner
as the teens keep up their hollering and horseplay. After about 10
minutes they depart, and I realize I can hear myself think. I'm alone
in the pool, and my mind wanders back to that bikini. I'm acclimated
to the water temperature by this time, and shrinkage begins to
reverse itself. I glance over at the hot tub and don't see anybody
there. I am completely alone.
      
      I decide to do it while the memory is fresh and put my hand
into my swimtrunks. I know you're thinking "whoa whoa, wait a minute,
you're in a public pool!" and you're right, but you know, little kids
probably piss in it all day, so some chlorine murdered tadpoles
really aren't that different. I look around once more to check that
I'm alone and start to stroke. Barely 30 seconds in, and I hear a
little squeal.
      
      Looking over to the hot tub, and just poking out above the
water is a head with brown hair just past the shoulders. She's still
here! I'm not sure how I missed her, maybe she had been submerged
briefly under the surface or maybe she had taken a bathroom break and
slipped back when I didn't notice, but she is in the hot tub, and I'm
a little concerned. I wasn't sure what to make of that noise and
worry that she might be in trouble.
      
      I swim over to the side of the pool closest to her, and in
doing so seem to announce my attention to her as well. She looks up
at me and there's this look of mortified terror on her face. She's
bent over, her rear end positioned just right for one of the
underwater jaccuzi air jets to work its magic where she wants it to
get worked. I'm standing there, looking at her, and she just kind of
meekly says, "Hi," with a little wave, because what else are you
going to do when you've been caught like that by a stranger?
      
      I have to play my role of the concerned adult, and ask if she
is ok. "Yeah," she answers with a nod and embarrassed eyes. She sits
down on the seat in the tub like a good girl, and tries not to look
at me. I kind of wonder if she's waiting for me to leave so she can
do it again, but she looks up and says, "You can get in if you want."
I do, and this time it's my foot that touches her leg underwater,
making me apologize.
      
      We have a few moments of awkward silence together before she
abruptly rises and exits the hot tub to dive into the pool, bikini
bottoms molded so nicely to her little butt. I'm raring and ready to
go, so I tell myself I'll do it quick and get out of there. Hand in
my trunks, stroking like mad, focused on cumming, and I hear wet feet
on the cement. She's now the one standing over me, and has this
massive grin on her face. She drops to a crouching position, feet
apart, puts her finger to her lips, goes, "Shhh," and then pulls her
bikini bottoms to the side, showing me what lay between her lightly
tanned thighs.
      
      Thirty seconds later, I'm feeling very relaxed in the hot tub,
and she's run off to her room, probably with a fantasy of her own to
think about during a session of "me-time."



END

Just a little thing I wrote, based loosely on something that
actually happened to me. I just decided to spice it up a bit.

Thanks for reading, and feedback is always welcome.

Hardguy
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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or
persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.