Anything (MF; Mg; erotic tease; ped) By Neverlander (C) 2015 The late afternoon sunlight streaming into the open-air bar from across the lush garden made the girl’s cotton dress as transparent as flimsy gauze. As she walked slowly along the edge of the garden even the pattern on the bikini panties she wore under the sleeveless sundress was visible, a sprinkling of red hearts. She walked slowly, and took no notice of the eyes that followed her. David had paused writing in his journal when he saw two of the men at the bar staring in the same direction. They were not together, but had put down their drinks at the same time to gaze at the girl with intense interest. Both seemed mesmerized. She was young, very young, probably no more than ten or eleven, but she carried herself with careful poise, and although slender, the body under the short sundress was clearly feminine. Her face, framed by ringlets of dark wavy hair, was startlingly pretty in the way sometimes seen with young girls, suggesting a mature sensuality well beyond her years, an effect that was accentuated by dark red lipstick on her full lips. Although she had the air of one absorbed in her own musings and oblivious of her surroundings, David noticed the hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth as she strolled past the bar. She paused briefly and bent over to sniff flowers in the garden, then continued on, twirling a ringlet of her dark hair around a finger. David came often to this bar in the late afternoon to observe his subjects, the literary expats who drifted to St. Thomas to nurse their creativity back to life after the ego-bruising competition of the New York writing scene, but ended up spending most of their time nursing rum cocktails as they bemoaned to each other the crass commercialism of the City. He’d interviewed several of them here in Charlotte Amalie, or in their rented houses up in the hills, and hoped to sell the piece to the New Yorker or another influential publication. Unfortunately he’d come to realize that these men were pretty boring as a group, and was wondering whether this trek down to the islands was turning out to be a bust. So, as the afternoon slipped into evening, he put down his pen and reached for the Meyers-on-the-rocks next to his journal, joining the other men as they watched the girl disappear into the dying sun. * * * * * Although he did enjoy the less populated beaches on the northern side of the island, frequented primarily by the local inhabitants, David often swam and lounged by the pool attached to his small hotel. Since one side of the hotel bar where he spent his afternoons bordered the pool, he had in effect a central location for exercise, lazy relaxation and work. After lunch today he had parked himself with a magazine in a reclining chair close to the edge of the pool near its single diving board. Movement and a flash of color caused him to look up, and he saw a figure bouncing tentatively at the end of the board. After a second or two he realized with surprise that it was the girl he had seen walking by the bar the previous afternoon. She was wearing a one- piece spandex bathing suit, bright red and form-fitting, displaying more clearly than her transparent dress had that she was well along in the transformation from an angular little girl into a shapely adolescent. The elastic fabric clung tightly to the graceful curves of her developing breasts, with their pert nipples standing out in sharp relief, and the suit’s high cut at her hips molded and emphasized her pert bottom and barely concealed pudenda. David watched as she made several preparatory runs along the board and test bounces at its end, almost embarrassed to be staring so intently at a little girl whose bathing suit left so little to the imagination. But he was also interested in seeing the climax of this dive that she was so carefully working up to. Finally, starting well back, she exploded into a sprint along the board and leapt high at the end for maximum bounce as she propelled herself into the air. At the last instant she twisted herself into a spin and, yelling “Yippee!”, pulled her knees up and flailed her arms as she landed bottom first in the water, creating a geyser that splashed several people at the pool’s edge, David included. “Graceful, isn’t she?” The voice came from behind him, and David turned to see a woman sitting in a chair not far from him. “Well,” he said, wiping droplets of water from the cover of his magazine, “if the cannonball was an Olympic event I’d say she gets at least a silver.” The woman laughed and regarded him with a steady, ironic gaze. David knew immediately who she was – the dark wavy hair, the full lips, the subtle smile at the corners of her mouth. But this was a mature, confident and voluptuous woman of about 40, not a little girl. “Yours?” he said. “Yes, my daughter,” she said. “I hope she didn’t soak you too badly.” “No, I think I’ll survive.” He smiled and pointed to himself. “David,” he said. “Marissa.” She indicated a chair next to hers. “Care to join me?” David got up and walked to her, taking his magazine and towel with him. They shook hands and he sat down next to her. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before,” he said. “I’ve been at the hotel for a couple of weeks – did you just arrive?” “Yes, we arrived yesterday. I’ve stayed here before, though. I like this place – small, unpretentious.” David nodded. “Actually, I, uh, I think I saw your daughter yesterday afternoon, walking by the garden on the other side of the bar.” “Yes, I sent her out while I was unpacking. She likes taking walks, and it’s safe enough here. She especially likes walking around the garden.” Marissa smiled and looked towards the pool. “Speak of the devil,” she said. David followed her gaze and saw the girl making her way towards them, her curly hair now a wet mass hanging down over her cheeks. “Where’s my towel?” she said, and snatched it up from the grass next to Marissa. “I’m all wet.” She proceeded to roughly massage her head and wrapped the towel around her. Then she noticed David. “Hey,” she said. “You’re in my chair!” “Be nice, Jasmine,” her mother said. “This is David. He liked your cannonball.” The girl grinned and stepped over to him. She grabbed his hand and pumped it vigorously, then removed the towel and tossed in on the grass. She moved close to him, almost touching his knees, and stood looking down at him with her hands held behind her back. “Hi!” she said. “I’m Jasmine. You a friend of Mama’s?” “Well, a new friend I guess you could say. We just met.” Jasmine narrowed her eyes and peered at him. “I saw you yesterday,” she said. “In the bar.” “Really?” “Yeah, you were writing or something when I was looking at the flowers.” “I’m surprised you noticed me,” David laughed. “Why? You noticed me, didn’t you?” “Uh, yes, I did, but people don’t usually notice me much.” “Well, I did. Most of the men in there were just drinking and talking, but you were different because of the writing and stuff. So are you a writer? You must be really smart, right? And you notice things, too. I bet you are a writer.” “You’re an observant little girl,” David said, casting a smile towards Marissa. “I guess I’d better be careful, it seems that nothing gets by you.” “Nope, it doesn’t, I see everything. And I’m smart, too. I started reading when I was really young. How old was I, Mama?” Marissa rolled her eyes. “You were four, Miss Modesty, but before you impress David beyond all bearing we’re going back to our cabin now so you can get cleaned up for dinner.” Jasmine shrugged. “Okay,” she said. Marissa got up and gathered up their belongings. “Sorry about the splashing and its aftermath,” she whispered to David under her breath. “Don’t be silly,” he said. “She’s charming, she really is.” Marissa smiled and began to shepherd her daughter to the guest bungalows. Then she stopped and turned back to David. “Listen,” she said, “if you’re free tonight would you like to join us for dinner? I promise there would be a minimum of splashing involved.” “That would be great,” David said. “I’d enjoy that a lot.” “Good,” Marissa said, “we’ll see you in the dining room at, say, seven?” Jasmine’s eyes shot open. “Oh, goody!” she exclaimed. “Goody, goody, goody!” As she followed her mother towards their bungalow she turned to look back at David and waved at him, smiling happily. David waved and watched them go. He chided himself for noticing that her shapely little butt looked awfully cute in that red spandex. * * * * * The hotel where David was staying was actually a collection of small bungalows arranged in an arc on a grassy slope, high enough to provide a stunning view of the turquoise Caribbean from the picture windows at the front of each cabin. At the center of the arc down the slope was a large, rambling structure that housed both the bar and the hotel’s restaurant, with an extensive garden along the side facing the bungalows and the modest swimming pool on the opposite side. Both the bar and restaurant thus had frontage on both the garden and pool, and on clement days doors were thrown open to allow patrons to sit either inside or on outside patios. After showering David had put on slacks and an informal shirt – he never wore a tie if he could help it – and made his way down the gravel walk from his cabin to the restaurant, where a short path through the garden led to the patio. As soon as he emerged from the bougainvillea and hibiscus he heard an excited high voice piping his name. “David, David, over here, over here!” Jasmine was waving to him wildly from the patio table where she sat with her mother. He smiled and walked over to greet them. “Right here, sit right here,” Jasmine said, grabbing the third of three chairs at the small round table, which in fact was the only place he could sit. “Good evening ladies,” he said, pulling out the chair and sitting down. “Thanks so much for inviting me.” Jasmine beamed and moved her chair a few inches closer to his. “This is cool!” she said. “It gets so boring when it’s just Mama and me.” “Well,” he said, “just think about how boring it is when it’s just me!” He made a face and Jasmine laughed. “You’ve saved me from that!” He looked at Marissa. “Hello again,” he said. “Yes, hello again,” she said. “I’m glad you could join us. We’ll do our best not to make you feel it’s two against one!” Jasmine frowned. “Two against one? What ... oh I get it! Girls against a guy, right? But it could also be a kid against the grown-ups, too, couldn’t it?” She took a sip from the lemonade in front of her. “Better not be that,” she said smugly, “’cause I’d win.” Marissa closed her eyes and shook her head. “Well,” David said, “let me be clear about something right from the start. Whatever happens, whoever is against whom, I, for one, surrender right now, and will offer no resistance, on the one condition that you two lovely ladies allow me the pleasure of your company this fine evening.” He turned to Jasmine and held out his hand. “Agreed?” Jasmine stared up at him in amused surprise. “Okay,” she said, taking his hand. Then she reached for her lemonade again, giggling. “You’re funny!” Marissa regarded him with raised eyebrows and lifted her glass of Chardonnay to him. “Well played,” she said, and took a sip. After ordering a Corona for himself, they settled down to a pleasant dinner – grilled snapper for Marissa, the local conch stew specialty for David, spaghetti and meatballs for Jasmine – enlivened by animated conversation. David told of his sometimes frustrating work as a free-lance writer (Jasmine: “Told ya he was a writer!”), and of the reason he was in St. Thomas. He learned that Marissa was a photographer from California, also free-lance, and was taking a short vacation with Jasmine before going on assignment to cover a fashion shoot in Puerto Rico. He heard a great deal about Jasmine, of course – “I don’t like school much, but I’m the smartest kid there, even if a lot of them are twelve and I’m only eleven!” ... “My favorite writer is Judy Bloom ... my teacher said I shouldn’t read ‘Forever’ ‘cause it’s for older kids but I did anyway. It had sex in it.” ... “I’m gonna be a model some day like the ones Mama takes pictures of in fancy dresses. That’ll be cool! I’m a model already, aren’t I Mama?” ... “I love roller coasters! What’s the biggest one you’ve ever been on?” ... “Do you have any broken bones? I broke my toe once ... see, this one.” She raised her left foot and rested its heel on the seat of her chair, pointing to the middle toe, in the process flashing her white cotton panties. She lowered her foot. “But it’s all better now,” she said. And so on and so on. Later, Jasmine insisted on ordering dessert (“Chocolate sundae with three scoops and chocolate sauce and three cherries”), while Marissa and David opted for just espresso. Instead of waiting for her dessert to arrive, Jasmine decided she wanted to look at the garden. “See ya in a minute,” she said, and skipped off, her short skirt flipping up with each bouncing step. “You’ve made quite a conquest,” Marissa said to David as Jasmine ran off. “Oh, she’s a delightful kid!” he replied. “So outgoing and friendly.” “Yes, but not with everybody. She can be very guarded sometimes, but for some reason she’s latched onto you as a kindred spirit.” “Well, I’m flattered,” he said, blushing a little. He hesitated for a few seconds. “Is ... is Jasmine’s father in the picture?” Marissa’s countenance clouded over and she frowned as she took a large sip of her wine. “No,” she said finally. “No, and he never has been. Jasmine never met him.” She seemed reluctant to say any more, so David let the subject drop. “Well, it seems to me that you’re doing a great job as a single parent,” he offered. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a happier kid. You two seem very comfortable together.” “Oh, we are. She’s often my traveling companion when I’m on assignment, if the school schedule permits. In fact she’s coming with me on the trip to Puerto Rico that’s coming up.” Marissa looked up with a twinkle in her eye. “She’s also useful as a kind of insurance against unwelcome attention, if you understand my meaning.” David chuckled. “Yes, I can see that. I don’t imagine motherhood is particularly attractive to lounge lizards.” Marissa laughed. “Exactly,” she said. “So, does Jasmine get involved in your projects herself? She said something about being a model already. Was that just wishful thinking?” “No, I’ve done some work with her, kids’ fashion layouts, that sort of thing, nothing very extensive or regular. She loves it, though. She loves showing off, as you’ve seen.” David laughed. “Yes, well it seems you’ve got quite a little bundle on your hands. You seem to be handling things quite well so far.” Marissa regarded him with an inquiring smile. “And how about you,” she said. “Do you have a family?” “Ah, no,” he said. “That opportunity hasn’t presented itself yet, I’m afraid. I’ve come close now and then, but my work situation is pretty unstable. It would be hard to balance that with other kinds of commitments, I think.” It was an uncomfortable topic for him, and he was relieved when the waiter appeared with their coffee and dessert. This was noticed by eyes in the garden, and seconds later Jasmine came skipping back to their table, a pink hibiscus tucked behind her ear. “Yum,” she said, looking at her enormous chocolate sundae. “Yummy yummy!” She picked it up and moved it from her place at the table and put it down in front of David. “Uh, no, that’s yours, Jasmine, none for me,” David said, laughing. “I know,” she said. “Move back.” She kicked at his chair. Surprised, David stood and moved his chair back a few inches. “Why do you ...” he started to say, but Jasmine just sat herself down on his lap and proceeded to dig into her sundae. “Yum,” she said again as she popped a cherry into her mouth. “This is so good!” She hummed a little tune as she ate, swinging her legs back and forth as she straddled David’s lap with her back pressing into his chest. David was astonished, and he looked at Marissa with an expression that was equal parts surprise and apology. After registering some surprise herself, she now was regarding him with amusement, enjoying his evident plight. He looked at her with wide eyes, his hands raised in a “what do I do now?” gesture. She just smiled and shrugged, and sipped her espresso as if it were the most natural thing in the world to have her preteen daughter perched on the lap of a grown man. She winked at him, and made a dismissive gesture with her hand that essentially told him not to worry about it. What Marissa couldn’t see was that Jasmine’s action was now the cause of a reaction on David’s part that he was finding it impossible to control. When she climbed onto his lap the back of her short skirt had been pulled up so that her panty-clad bottom was positioned directly on top of his penis. The warmth emanating from the little girl’s body and the rhythmic motion of her swinging legs were conspiring to produce an erection that was growing rapidly. He considered trying to shift her on his lap to remove the stimulating pressure on his penis, but decided that that might call embarrassing attention to his condition, so now he was trying his best to ignore the worrying sensations Jasmine was inflicting on him. His penis was extended downward along his left thigh, and each swing of the little girl’s legs caused it to stiffen and lengthen, as if it were being subtly masturbated. He was afraid that she would feel the hardness that was growing under her, but she paid it no heed and concentrated her attention on her chocolate sundae. Through all this Marissa continued to engage David in conversation, asking him more about his project with the expat writers, wanting to know more of his life. He gamely tried to carry on his side of the conversation, with great effort striving to keep his arousal from seeping into his voice, concentrating on responding naturally to her questions, occasionally fighting off images that flashed into his mind of a little girl in an obscenely revealing spandex bathing suit, a little girl who was now unwittingly giving him the most intense hard-on he’d experienced in months! If Marissa had any inkling about his condition she gave no indication of it. * * * * * Jasmine was sound asleep by the time they reached Marissa’s cabin. David had offered to carry her as they were leaving the restaurant since she was almost falling asleep in her chair before she was even halfway through her monster dessert. She had readily acquiesced when Marissa coaxed her to allow David to lift her, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs about his waist as he cradled his arms underneath her. Marissa opened the door and led him to Jasmine’s bed, where he gently laid her down and then went out into the living room while Marissa undressed her for bed. “Thanks for your help,” Marissa said as she came out of the bedroom. “It would have been hard getting her to walk up here to the cabin.” “My pleasure,” he said. “Glad I was around to help out.” Marissa walked to him and stood very close. David was aware of the scent of her perfume, and of how her breasts were almost touching his chest. “I’m glad you’re around, too,” she said. “I enjoyed this evening, very much.” She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. She drew back and looked into his eyes, then leaned forward again and kissed him gently on the lips. It had been a long time since David had been with a woman. His body reacted instantly and he felt himself begin to harden. “You don’t need to leave just yet, do you?” she asked, pressing herself to him. “No, I ... no,” he said. She brushed her hand across the front of his trousers, feeling his excitement. “Then stay,” she whispered. He stayed. * * * * * “Ooo, a sleep-over!” Jasmine had jumped onto the foot of the bed and was perched on her knees regarding her mother and their new friend. “It’s morning, time to get up!” She waved her hand from side to side. “Hi, David!” Marissa and David had both been essentially celibate for several months, so they were well-primed and consumed with lust when they fell into bed together. They were definitely ready, both of them. They were also happily compatible in bed. Marissa was a few years older than David, and took great pleasure in aggressively satisfying her sexual appetites. She took immediate control of him, seducing him irresistibly with tantalizing, lascivious kisses and touches. Her voluptuous body excited him terribly, and he abandoned himself utterly to exploring every inch of her firm flesh with his hands and mouth, squeezing and sucking avidly on her generous breasts and burying his face between her spread legs. She kept him trembling on the edge of orgasm with a wickedly knowing tongue, and his moans of arousal and frustration encouraged her to tease him even more mercilessly. But David gave as good as he got – he was a skillful lover, and Marissa often found herself biting a knuckle and thrashing helplessly as David held her legs apart and tormented her with unpredictable kisses and probes of his tongue. They drove each other mad with pleasure for the better part of two hours, and before they finally collapsed and fell asleep David had experienced three orgasms, very rare for him, alternately coaxed and held back by Marissa’s coquettish teasing. As for her, she had lost count of the orgasms that had overtaken her under David’s passionate sucking and licking, and the plunging, thrilling rooting of his stiff cock deep in her insatiable cunt. Their final climax came at the culmination of a bout of wild fucking, their loins fused and thrusting, their bodies spread with abandon across the entire bed, their moans and cries mingling as they exploded in ecstasy together. Drained and satisfied, they fell asleep with their legs entwined. “Come on, wake up! I wanna have breakfast and go out.” As Marissa and David were dragged out of sleep they looked at each other a little guiltily and tried to arrange themselves as decently as they could under the bed sheets as Jasmine urged them to get up. “Give us a minute, honey, won’t you?” Marissa said. “We were up late.” “Late doing what?” “Oh, you know, talking, getting acquainted, things like that.” “Uh huh,” Jasmine said, raising her eyebrows skeptically. “Well, it’s a nice day out and you shouldn’t waste it in bed.” “Yes, I know,” Marissa said, “we’re getting up, don’t worry.” She yawned and stretched and bent a knee, which lifted the sheet covering David and her into a sloping tent between them. As she talked to Jasmine she moved her hand under the sheet to David and began to fondle his penis. David’s eyes opened wider for an instant, but he strove to keep his expression neutral as he became quickly erect in response to Marissa’s gentle caresses. “So, what do you want for breakfast?” she asked Jasmine as she ran a tantalizing fingertip up and down David’s lengthening shaft. “Did you bring the rest of my sundae home? That would make a good breakfast.” Marissa laughed. “No, we were not about to lug that gooey mess home,” she said. “Maybe you can have another one tonight, one half that size.” Jasmine pouted. “I was thinking about that sundae all night,” she said. “I was hoping you kept it.” But then her mood changed in an instant. “Oh, well!” she said brightly, and bounced on her knees on the bed, and began chattering about all the things that they might do that day. Jasmine had slept in the underwear she’d worn the previous day: the cotton panties David had seen briefly at the restaurant, and a short undershirt with spaghetti-straps, also of thin white cotton, that exposed several inches of bare belly above the waist of her panties. The shirt snuggly clasped the curves of her developing breasts, and impressions of her puffy areolas pressed out against the thin fabric. David watched the little girl as she bounced and sprawled around at the foot of the bed. Her panties were pure white save for a touch of feminine decoration, a trim of delicate pink lace around the leg-openings. They were tight on her, and when she rose up on her knees the clinging fabric clearly molded what was hidden underneath, nestled between her legs. As she moved about on the bed David’s eyes took this in, as well as the rest of her developing body – those charming immature breasts, her firm, pert bottom, her long, coltish legs. Under the sheet Marissa continued to tease his cock playfully, her voice giving no hint of what she was doing as she chatted with her daughter. “All right, honey,” she said finally. “Why don’t you get dressed and David and I will join you for breakfast, okay?” Jasmine nodded and got off the bed. She stretched and yawned, lifting her elbows high and arching her back. Still yawning she turned to look out the window at the sea with her back to them. Her panties were so thin that David could see the shadow between the cheeks of her cute little bottom showing through the fabric. “Off you go, kiddo,” Marissa said. “Yep, I’m going,” Jasmine said and walked out of the room. When she was gone Marissa turned to David, crooking her elbow on a pillow and resting her cheek in her hand. She watched his face as under the sheet her hand moved slowly up and down his erection. “Sorry about that,” she said. “Jasmine’s used to having me to herself. She sometimes crawls in bed with me in the middle of the night if she’s feeling lonely. So be forewarned, okay?” “Sure, no problem,” David said, a little hoarsely. Marissa grasped the sheet and threw it off them. She looked down at him - his penis was fully erect, raised an inch above his belly. She smiled and gave it a gentle pat, then got out of bed. Standing naked with a hand on her hip she winked at him. “You coming, sir?” she said. “Your ladies await you.” * * * * * The bungalows that David and Marissa occupied were intended primarily for those guests who stayed for relatively long periods. They were more like small condos than cabins, with a bedroom – two, in Marissa’s case - bath, and a living room that adjoined a tiny kitchenette. David volunteered to make pancakes for their breakfast, using ingredients he happened to have in his own cabin. Jasmine agreed with this choice enthusiastically, and accompanied him when he went to fetch them and bring them back. She was absolutely delighted when he made a pancake for her in the shape of a heart, and was reluctant to cut into it. But she was hungry, and soon devoured it with much smacking of her lips. After breakfast she asked Marissa for permission to go down to the garden and the pool, and was soon on her way in her red bathing suit and carrying a towel. As she was leaving Marissa left the room to take a phone call, leaving David alone with his coffee, watching Jasmine run down the path to the garden. Marissa returned and sat down opposite David, looking a bit concerned. “That was someone from the organization I’m going to be working with on the shoot in Puerto Rico,” she said. “She’s on the island and says she needs to go over the arrangements with me. She wants me to meet her at her hotel down at the harbor. The problem is Jasmine.” David looked at her and frowned. “Jasmine?” “Yes, I’m going to be gone for a few hours and I’m concerned about leaving her alone. She’d be bored stiff if I took her with me – and believe me, a bored Jasmine is not something you want to deal with – but at the same time I worry about leaving her to her own devices for that long. I mean, I know it’s safe here, but still. “Anything I can do?” David asked. “Well, actually I was going to ask you for a favor,” Marissa said, looking up at him. “I know it’s a lot to ask, and we hardly know each other, but would you mind if I told Jasmine that you’d be around if she needed you? It probably wouldn’t amount to much, just being here in case she gets lonely or if there’s an emergency of some sort ... just a kind of security blanket to make her feel safe.” David smiled. “Is that all? I’d be glad to keep an eye on her. I’ll be around all day, either in my cabin or down at the bar working on my notes. She’d have no trouble finding me.” “Oh, thank you, thank you so much!” exclaimed Marissa. “That takes a huge load off my mind, David.” She reached across the table and squeezed his hand. “I’m happy I can help,” he replied, “and as far as knowing each other is concerned, well, I think we made a pretty good start with that last night.” She regarded him from under gracefully arched eyebrows, and caressed his hand with a fingertip. “Oh yes,” she said, “and we’ve hardly begun.” David helped her with the dishes and then prepared to leave so that he could get started on some editing. “So,” he said, “should I try to find Jasmine and let her know what’s up?” “No,” said Marissa. “I’ll tell her about it before I leave in a little while. She’ll probably find you first, if I know her.” “Right,” said David, grinning. “So she tends to stay nearby, then, just in case I do want to find her?” “Yes, for the most part. Sometimes she likes to go watch the local kids fishing in the shallows near the shore, but I’ll tell her to stay up here today.” Marissa looked out the window down towards the restaurant. “Right now she’s probably down there teasing the men in the bar.” David looked up with a start. “She’s doing what?” “Teasing, giving the guys at the bar a little thrill.” Marissa laughed. “You saw her yesterday, didn’t you? You don’t think she didn’t know what she was doing, do you?” “Well no, I, uh, it didn’t occur to me that, uh ...” “She’s a precocious kid,” Marissa interrupted. “She knows that some men are attracted to girls her age, and it amuses her to get them excited. It never leads to anything, she just lets them stare at her for a while and then leaves. She knows it gets them all worked up, and she enjoys leaving them hanging.” David was speechless, and swallowed hard. “You actually know she does this, you’ve seen her?” “Oh, sure, and besides, she tells me about it.” “Tells you?” “Yes, we have a very open relationship, she doesn’t hold back anything from me.” “Don’t you ... I mean aren’t you a little worried that, uh, something might, you know ...” “That she might get hurt? Well, of course I want her to be safe, and I’m also careful about where I take her, and I try to stay close. At the same time I don’t want to suppress her developing feelings and impulses, and that includes her sexuality ... even if it sometimes seems a bit kinky!” David ran his hand through his hair. “Wow,” he said. Marissa turned to him and put her hands on his shoulders. “Having second thoughts about being her security blanket?” she said. “No ... oh, no, not at all. I’m just a little surprised about ... well, there’s more to her than meets the eye! But I think she’s a great kid, I really do.” Marissa looked him in the eye. “And I can trust you, right?” she said seriously. “Yes, absolutely,” he said sincerely. “I’ll be like a father to her.” “That’s good,” said Marissa. “She’s never had one of those.” Then she smiled and gave him a hug. “I trust you David, I really do. Thank you so much!” * * * * * David spent three hours editing and formatting the notes from his latest interview with another ennui-ridden literary lion. God, what a pathetic bunch! Don’t they realize they’re just pissing away whatever talent they have vegetating down here? I’m probably going to make a lot of enemies if I actually publish this thing. He finally decided he’d had enough for a while – time for a dip in the pool. He’d seen Marissa leave a while ago, but he didn’t know where Jasmine was. Well, she can find me if she needs to, he told himself. He changed into his bathing suit and started down the path to the pool with a towel and a book. There weren’t many people in the pool, since it was close to lunch time, so he was able to swim a good twenty laps without any collisions. That done, he decided he’d read for a while. He swam over to the pool ladder and began ascending when he was stopped by a foot on his head. Looking up he saw Jasmine, leaning on the ladder railing and grinning at him. She was wearing her red spandex suit, which was especially revealing from his vantage point looking up at her from below. God, he thought, remembering his conversation with Marissa; if she wore that walking by the bar there must be guys there with their tongues still hanging out! “Hi, babysitter!” she chirped, her foot still pressing down on his head. “Getting out already?” “Well, I was thinking of doing a little reading,” he said. “You can do that later,” she said. “Right now you should swim with me.” “Oh I should, should I?” “Yep. I get lonely swimming all by myself, and besides I want to do tricks!” “Tricks?” “Yeah, tricks. Like back somersaults under water, or diving over your back, or games, like underwater tag. Fun stuff like that!” He looked up at her and held onto the railing to resist the foot that was still trying to push him back into the water. “Okay,” he said, smiling. “I guess we can do that for a while.” “Yaaaay!” she cried, and jumped over his head to land behind him in one of her signature cannonballs. He released the ladder and turned to follow her as she swam away down the pool. “Where are you going?” he called to her. “To the shallow end, so’s you can stand and fling me!” When she reached a place where David’s feet could reach the bottom she turned to him. “Okay,” she said, “first you put your hands like this...” She demonstrated by lacing her fingers together and holding them cupped just below her stomach. “I’ll put my feet in your hands and then you lift up real fast and I’ll dive over you. Okay?” “Okay.” David cupped his hands and Jasmine stepped into them, holding his shoulders to steady herself. When she straightened up he was disconcerted to realize that his face was almost pressing into her lap and her barely covered crotch. “Ready? Okay, throw me over!” David gathered his strength and tossed the little girl into the air over his back. She let out a whoop and then landed with a splash behind him. “Again, again!” she gasped as she surfaced, and thrashed through the water to him to step into his hands once more. He got her feet in his cupped hands and lifted her up. Again he found himself looking directly into her lap, but this time she leaned forward so that his face was momentarily pressed between her legs. As she positioned her feet in his hands her toes were wiggling in direct contact with his penis. The result was the beginning of an involuntary erection. “Whee!” Once more she dove over his head, and came back for more several times until he protested that his arms were becoming tired. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, panting and laughing happily. His erection was making a noticeable bulge in his suit now, and Jasmine’s body was pressed firmly against it as she clung to him. He carried her around for a while like this, with his arms around her waist and her head resting on his shoulder. Then she released him, sliding slowly down the front of his body as she did, rekindling the response between his legs. “Let’s play tag now,” she said, “underwater tag!” “How does that work?” he asked. “It’s like tag but you have to swim underwater and catch me and tag me.” “So just like ordinary tag.” “Yeah, except that you have to hold your breath and if you come up to get a breath before the other person then you’re it!” “Okay,” he said. “So who’s it first?” “You!” she cried and dove under the water, paddling away from him. David submerged and hurried after her, and soon had her by the foot, tickling it. They both surfaced. “Okay, I’m it now ... here I come!” She lunged forward as she went under, but he was able to feint to the side as he submerged and swam away. He would have had no difficulty in staying away from her, so he kept his speed deliberately slow so that she could enjoy her game. After half a minute she caught him, and he was surprised when in tagging him her hand brushed along his lap, momentarily touching his penis and rekindling his erection. Then she was off again, with him in pursuit. This time instead of trying for a foot he just reached out blindly when he sensed he was near her, and realized too late that he was squeezing her delectable little butt. She squealed and laughed as she surfaced. “Really got me that time!” she giggled. The game went on for several minutes, and he noticed that whenever she tagged him her hand brushed his erection. Finally he called an end to the game. “Okay, I give up ... I’m getting too old for games like this!” “Wanna take a rest?” Jasmine said. “Look, can you do a water rest like this?” She lay on her back in the water with her eyes closed and put out her arms, gentle motion of her feet keeping her horizontally afloat. David followed suit, lying on his back and floating. “See, I can do it, too, little Miss Smarty-pants!” Jasmine opened her eyes and grinned at him. Her eyes shifted, and he realized that she was looking lower down along his body as he floated half-submerged in the water. His erection was evident under his Speedo, the shape of his swollen glans clearly discernable through the thin material. Embarrassed, he immediately allowed his body to sink into the water again, ending the accidental display. At the same time he was feeling oddly excited. Jasmine continued floating, closing her eyes and smiling. “Hm,” she said. “Well,” David said after a few seconds, “I think maybe we should get out of the water before we turn into prunes. Are you hungry? Want to have lunch?” Jasmine looked over at him. “Yes!” she said. She quickly righted herself in the water. “I have an idea! Can we have a picnic? I know a real good place, down at a little beach down there. Can we, please, can we, can we?” “Sure,” David said. “Sounds like a good idea. Let’s go back and change, then you can lead the way. We can pick up some sandwiches at the restaurant on the way out.” “Yaaaay, yippee!” cried Jasmine. They got out of the pool and walked up the path together, then went to off their respective bungalows to get ready. “Pop on over when you’re ready,” David called to her as she ran off. “Yep, I will!” she answered, spinning around as she went. “See ya in a sec!” * * * * * Five minutes later David heard loud knocking on the door of his cabin. Here she is, he thought to himself as he opened the door. “Hi! You ready yet?” Jasmine had fetched a brightly colored backpack and was eager to go. Her eyes widened when she noticed the towel wrapped around his waist. “Almost, come on in,” he said. “I just want to rinse off the pool chlorine before we go.” She followed him down the hall to the bathroom. When she followed him inside he stopped and looked down at her. “Uh, I’ll just be a minute,” he said. “Just a quick rinse.” “I know,” she said. “I don’t mind.” He looked at her and laughed. “There’s a nice big chair right down there,” he said, pointing to the living room. “Why don’t you make yourself comfortable and I’ll be right out.” Jasmine shrugged. “Okay, whatever,” she said, and began to walk slowly back down the hall, after casting another glance at him wrapped in his towel. David watched her go with an amused smile and then removed the towel and reached into the shower to turn it on. As he stepped under the water it occurred to him that Jasmine hadn’t shut the door all the way as she left the bathroom. He thought he should probably get out and close it, but then he experienced a shiver of adrenalin that surprised him - could she have done it on purpose? He’d seen where she was looking in the pool, seen the sparkle in her eyes. Why not give her a good look at what she obviously was dying to see? He shook his head and laughed silently at himself. Jesus, where had that thought come from? No way! He wasn’t going to ... still ... As he allowed the water to cascade down his back he looked down at himself; to his surprise his penis was stirring and there was a flutter of excitement in his chest. Stepping out of the shower, he took the towel from the rack and held it in front of him. He was careful not to look towards the door where he suspected she might have returned, and moved to the center of the room. Making a show of drying his hair, he lifted the towel to his head, exposing himself fully. His penis wasn’t erect, just partially engorged, but it had a menacing air, like a lowering beast on the prowl in search of prey. It hung down but was angled forward, the head beginning to emerge from the foreskin, his scrotum lifting and tightening around his balls in the cooler air drifting through the partly open door. His heart was beating rapidly now, with a mixture of embarrassment and anxious excitement. He could almost feel her eyes on him, moving up and down his exposed cock, caressing it. This aroused him, and he unconsciously arched his back to press his crotch further forward, emphasizing his growing erection more prominently. With his arms still raised he turned, presenting a view in profile of his penis extending in a low arc in front of him, bobbing slightly with the vigorous motions of his hands as he dried his hair. He glanced down at himself, and felt a jolt of excitement at the thought that a young girl was staring at that hard, naked cock! He allowed himself to experience this novel thrill for a few seconds, then quickly hung the towel back on the rack and got a dry one down from a shelf. He wrapped it around his waist and moved out of sight of the door and waited two or three minutes to calm himself before exiting the room. “Hi!” Jasmine jumped up from the easy chair she’d been sitting in. “Got all the chlorine off now?” She sounded breathless and her face was slightly flushed. Her eyes moved up and down from his face to the bulge that still lingered under his towel. Oh yes, David thought, she saw all right. God, I can’t believe I did that! “Give me a minute to throw something on and then we can go,” he said as he walked passed her. “Okay,” she said. “Need help in case you miss?” He looked puzzled for a second then got the joke. “Naughty girl,” he said, wagging a finger at her. “Uh-huh,” she said, and stood with a hand cocked on her hip. David shook his head and disappeared into his bedroom, emerging half a minute later in shorts and a t- shirt. * * * * * They stopped off at the restaurant and picked up some sandwiches to go and a couple of sodas (Jasmine had brought some chocolates in her backpack), then set off for the beach where Jasmine wanted to have their picnic. Rather than heading straight down the hill to the shore below the hotel, she led David to a path that entered a forested area bordering the hotel grounds off to the side. “Mama and I found this cool beach the last time we were here,” she told David as they followed the path. “Nobody comes here that we saw.” David could understand this, since as they followed the path it narrowed until they found themselves picking their way through brush with hardly a walkway at all. Suddenly they emerged from the jungle onto a short beach only about a hundred feet wide, but covered with fine white sand. Just offshore were two large rocks that looked like tiny islands between which the Caribbean sparkled with whitecaps far out to sea and the sails of boats passing in and out of the harbor a few miles to the west. They took off their shoes and moved their toes around in the pleasantly warm sand. “Lovely,” said David. “Hard to believe that such a secluded place could be so close to the hotel without being mobbed. “I know,” said Jasmine. “We only found it ‘cause a friend of Mama’s told her about it. You gotta promise not to tell anybody else, okay?” David laughed. “I promise,” he said, crossing his heart. “I don’t really know many people here anyway, so it won’t be hard.” Jasmine pulled a blanket out of her backpack and David helped her spread it on the beach, anchoring its corners with four rocks. They were both hungry by now, so they sat quietly looking out to sea as they devoured their sandwiches. Jasmine shared her chocolates with David, carefully counting out equal piles on the blanket. “Yum! That was good.” Jasmine stood up and patted her stomach and stretched. She walked to her backpack and rummaged through it. “Let’s take some pictures,” she said, producing a small digital camera. “Good idea,” said David. “Lots of nice scenery here.” “Okay, you stand here,” said Jasmine, positioning David at the water’s edge. She stepped a few paces up the beach and peeked through the viewfinder. “I got you between the rocks. It looks neat!” She snapped a picture, then ran up to him. “I want one with both of us,” she said, and stood next to him, pressing herself to his side as she held the camera out in front of them so that she could catch both of them in a single frame. David put his arm around her shoulder, and they both aped grins. They laughed when they examined the result, and Jasmine insisted they take a few more until she decided that they looked just right. “Okay, now you take a picture of me!” she said, and ran over to a large log of driftwood lying at one end of the beach. She sat down on it, doing her best to balance herself on it as she pulled up her knees and wrapped her arms around them, grinning at the camera. David snapped a shot, and she changed her position, leaning back on her hands with her legs extended along the log in front of her, her knees slightly bent. She was wearing shorts that were in fact quite short, and it was obviously her intention to show off her long, pretty legs. She had David take several shots as she assumed various poses on the log. “Okay, now over here,” she said, getting off the log and walking back to their blanket. She moved her backpack and the remains of their lunch to the side, and stood on the blanket facing David. “Okay, take a picture,” she said. David did. Then, looking straight into the camera she undid the top button of her sleeveless blouse. “Take another,” she said. She continued unbuttoning her blouse, ordering David to snap another shot as each button was opened. “Uh, Jasmine ... what are you doing?” David asked, lowering the camera. “I’m posing, you know, like a model?” she said as she tossed her blouse onto the blanket. Under the blouse she was wearing a light blue nylon brassiere that just barely covered her immature breasts. “Okay, now one like this ...” She turned around and gazed back over her shoulder with her lips in a pout as she reached behind her back to undo the clasp of the brassiere. “Jasmine,” David said, “somehow I don’t think this would be what your mother has in mind when it comes to modeling. I don’t think she’d be exactly pleased that we’re taking pictures like these!” “Why not?” Jasmine said, still poised to remove her brassiere. “She takes pictures like this of me all the time.” David stared at her. “She ... really? But I thought you just did kids’ fashions and things like that.” “Oh yeah, we do things like that too. But there are a few guys she does special stuff for, pics of me doing poses like this.” She undid the clasp of the brassiere. “Come on, take another one!” she said, making the pout again. David swallowed and pressed the shutter, doing his best to keep his hand from shaking. Jasmine removed the brassiere and turned to face him with her hands covering her breasts. “Okay, now, again” she said, giving the camera a taunting smile. David focused and clicked. After a few similar shots she uncovered her breasts and stood with her hands on her hips, smiling into the camera with half-closed eyes and the tip of her tongue on her upper lip, her expression one of the most lascivious David had ever seen on a woman, let alone a preteen girl. She giggled. “That’s what they really want,” she said. David felt a familiar twitch between his legs as he stared at the half-nude little girl in front of him. There was now no spandex or flimsy cotton obstructing his view of her young breasts, tipped with soft, puffy pink nipples. “So your Mom makes sets of pictures of you for some men she knows? Pictures like this?” “Yep, and they really like ‘em!” “Do they pay for them, or are they just gifts?” “Oh, they pay, a lot! I don’t know how much exactly but I think it’s a lot. Especially if it’s something they asked for.” “Asked for?” “Yeah, like if they want me to wear something special or do something they like ... something like this.” She began to push down the zipper at the side of her shorts while she looked straight into the camera and licked her lips. “A lot of the men like it when I do that.” David was snapping shots whenever she changed poses, doing his best to keep up with her. “Is this going to be one of the special sets?” he asked. “What we’re doing now?” “No, ‘course not,” she said. “This is just for fun!” She kicked off her shorts and stood before him now in just a pair of pink bikini panties. She grinned at him and stuck out her tongue. Then she turned part way around and twisted back to look at the camera with her hands on her hips. The pose she struck somehow managed to emphasize her bottom and make it look more prominent, with the panties stretched tight and uncovering more than half of her firm cheeks. She was biting her tongue and her upper lip was curled in a taunting sneer. David decided to push her a little, draw her out. “You seem to enjoy doing this,” he said. “I guess you really are a natural model.” “Oh yes!” she said. “It’s so much fun.” “You’re really good at it. Did your Mom teach you how to pose like this?” “Yeah, and she showed me pics of other girls doing it. That helped a lot. And sometimes I practice in the mirror.” “Well, I’d say you’re a natural. Very, very ...” He paused. “Sexy!” she cried. “Yes, that’s the word all right!” He crouched down to focus on her from behind as she got down on her hands and knees and smiled back at the camera. She parted her legs enough to display the slight bulge of what was hidden between her legs under her panties. She obviously knew what she was doing. “I’ll bet the men who get your pictures like them a lot,” he said. “Oh, yeah, I know they do.” “Why do you think that they like to see you pose like this?” “Well, ‘cause it makes them feel good and gets them hard down there!” She looked at him significantly. “You know, David?” “Oh yes, I know,” he said. “And obviously you do, too.” She was sitting facing him now, with her knees drawn up and spread wide apart. “Oh yeah, I know. And I know something else, too ... they touch themselves while they look at me ... they masticate.” David managed to suppress his laughter before it started. “Uh, I think you mean ‘masturbate’, Jasmine. She frowned. “Really? I thought it was ‘masticate’. What’s that one mean?” “It means ‘to chew’. I don’t think they do that when they look at your pictures, unless they’re having lunch, too.” She giggled. “Well maybe they are. Mama says my pics make ‘em hungry for more.” She stood up. “Well, I won’t make that mistake again ... ‘masturbate’, huh? Okay, got it! Thanks for telling me.” “Glad to help out.” “Let’s do one more, okay? Just let me get ready.” Jasmine hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down until she had almost uncovered what was nestled between her legs ... almost, but not quite. “There,” she said, thrusting her hips slightly forward with her thumbs poised to lower her panties. “Take it now.” She turned her head a bit to the side and assumed a facial expression that stunned David. It was a sympathetic look of concern and pity, a look that told the viewer that she knew he was excited and frustrated and that it must be driving him crazy to be deliberately cock-teased like this. David was immobile, staring as he felt his penis responding to her. After a few seconds he finally remembered to snap a picture. Jasmine pulled her panties back up and frowned at him. “Are you okay? Did you take the picture?” “Yes, yes I took it, just now.” “It looked like you weren’t going to! Don’t you like my posing? Were you bored?” She pouted, her feelings hurt. “No, Jasmine, I liked your posing, honest I did! I thought you were great. I guess I was, uh, well blown away by how good you are at it. You really get the, uh, the imagination going. You’re very expressive.” “Really?” She was happy now. “You really think so?” she asked, holding onto his arm. “Yes, I really do. I just hope I did a good job taking the pictures.” “You got the last one, didn’t you? Let’s see ...” She grabbed the camera and pressed the review button. “Yep, you got it, there it is! Looks good, too.” David took a deep breath as he looked down at her. “Well,” he said, “we probably should start back now. I imagine your Mom will be getting back soon.” “Yeah, I guess,” Jasmine said. She returned the camera to her backpack and got dressed. She helped David fold the blanket and stow it in her pack, and he picked up the remains of their lunch and carried in the bag it had come in. Then they started back on the path to the hotel. David was fascinated by what he was learning about this extraordinary little girl. “You’re really very open about, well, about expressing yourself physically,” he said as they walked. “Physically? What do you mean?” “Well, I mean you’re not shy about modeling, I mean about that kind of modeling you do.” “You mean about taking my clothes off?” “Well ... well, yes, I guess I do mean that. Most girls your age would be very shy about that sort of thing.” “Well I’m not. I don’t mind it at all.” “Do you and your Mom go to nude beaches? I imagine you’d be very comfortable in surroundings like that.” “We go to them sometimes, in California. I don’t like them much.” “Really? You don’t seem to be shy about taking your clothes off in public.” “I think they’re kinda boring. I mean, the men there see girls naked all the time. They don’t notice it after a while.” “And you like to be noticed.” “Uh-huh! Like when I’m in my bathing suit at the pool here men stare at me a lot more than on those beaches with nothing on. It’s so much fun!” David thought back to when he saw her on the diving board. Men were certainly noticing her then. He knew he was. “And what about the pictures you pose for? Today you were a lot more undressed than in your bathing suit.” “I know, but in the pictures I never take everything off. I always leave some stuff on.” David nodded, remembering that even though she had begun to push down her panties she hadn’t actually taken them off. “So that’s on purpose?” he said. “Yep. It’s like what Mama says.” “And what does she say?” She grinned up at him. “It’s what they can’t see that gets them!” David’s eyes opened wide in surprise. He wasn’t sure what to think of such a wickedly knowing eleven-year-old. * * * * * When they emerged from the woods they walked up the gravel path towards the residence bungalows. “Well, I guess you’d better go and see whether your Mom is back,” David said. “She might be worried about where you are.” “No problem,” said Jasmine. “I left a note before we left.” “Oh, good. I’m glad you thought of that,” David said, sounding relieved. “Yep, I think of everything!” He smiled and ruffled her hair. “So it would seem,” he said. “Smart girl.” “Well, I’ll go see if she’s there. We gonna see you later?” “I think so,” David said. “I’ll give your Mom a call. Right now I think I’ll try to get a little work done.” “Okay,” said Jasmine, waving and starting up the path to her cabin. “Later!” David went on to his own cabin and gathered his most recent notes. He felt like having a beer so he went down to the hotel restaurant and sat down to work at one of the small tables on the patio just outside the bar. After about an hour he became aware of someone near him. “Hi!” Jasmine was standing next to his chair drinking from a juice box. She was wearing her red spandex bathing suit and a pair of dark sun glasses. “Working hard?” she said and took a sip from the straw. “Well, hello again,” David said. “Not too hard. Is your Mom back yet?” “Nope. She said her meeting might be all afternoon anyway.” She sat down at the table. “You have a computer?” she asked. “Well, yes, back up at the cabin,” David said. “Why?” Jasmine put her camera on the table. “I want to look at the pictures we took, and I need a computer to do it.” “Don’t you have one back at your cabin?” “Yeah, Mom’s, but she took it with her to the meeting. Could we use yours up at your cabin? Please? You want to see them too, don’t you?” David looked down at the notes he’d been working on. “Well, I guess we could do that. I was going to take a break anyway.” “Goody!” said Jasmine, jumping up. David put his papers into his briefcase and stood up from the table. As they left the patio they walked past the bar where the same two men David had noticed watching Jasmine two evenings ago were sitting again, their eyes fixed on Jasmine as she sauntered by in her revealing bathing suit. She walked slowly, holding David’s hand. She looked up at him as they left the bar and giggled. “They’re jealous,” she said, grinning. * * * * * David unlocked the door to his cabin and pointed to a table in the living room where his computer was already set up. “There it is,” he said to Jasmine. “It’s all yours. Do you need a cable?” Jasmine ran over to the table. “Nope, I’ve got one already.” She took off her sunglasses and put her camera on the table, then plugged a USB cable into it and into a port on the side of David’s laptop. “Okay if I make a file of these on your desktop?” “Go right ahead,” he said, putting down his briefcase and walking over to join her. “I can see you know what you’re doing.” “Yep, I’m real good with computers!” She pulled out the chair next to the table and pointed to it. “Sit,” she said. He did, and she promptly set herself down on his lap just as she had done the night before at the restaurant. She still had her juice box with her, and she took a sip from it as she turned to face him. “See, I put all the pics in a file named ‘Jasmine’ on the desktop here...” She pointed to a file icon on the screen. “Now, we’ll have a slide show! Hope they came out okay.” She put the juice on the table and turned back to the computer, moving her fingers in the control area to start the show. David was intensely aware of the warm girl sitting on his lap. A healthy outdoor aroma arose from her body and hair, and her long legs were again straddling his as she sat on his lap working at the computer controls. He was wearing shorts so that the skin of their legs was in direct contact, and her scantily clad bottom was pressing directly into the center of his lap. As the first pictures appeared on the screen, those of Jasmine coyly unbuttoning her blouse, David’s penis began to stir, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. “Do you think there are too many of these?” she asked. “I made you do one for each button, and there were kind of a lot of buttons. What do you think?” She turned to him as she spoke, twisting her bottom around on his growing erection. “Too many?” “No,” David said, looking into her large brown eyes. “It makes a nice, uh, sequence of shots.” “Right!” she said, turning back to the screen. “Leading up to this one...” He had framed it nicely, as it turned out. There was Jasmine, pouting over her shoulder at the very moment she was undoing the clasp of her flimsy brassiere. “Oh, that turned out nice,” she said, shifting on his lap as she leaned closer to the screen. “I think I got the look just right!” She leaned back against him again. “Goody, goody, goody!” she chanted as she squirmed and moved herself from side to side in rhythm with her words. “What do you think, David? Do you like it?” David’s erection was complete now, and Jasmine’s bottom was pressing back directly against it, stimulating it with each motion of her body. The tip of his penis had escaped the waistband of his underwear, and if he hadn’t been wearing his shorts it would have been making direct contact with the semi-nude cheeks of the girl’s squirming bum. Jasmine seemed oblivious of this, however, as she clicked through the pictures and bounced around on David’s confined erection. He was so hard now, and half expected her to call attention to it. But she said nothing, and continued to rub against him as she scrolled through the increasingly erotic pictures of herself. She chatted about them, offering critiques of her poses, lingering over each picture as David’s cock throbbed and twitched in response. When she reached the last – Jasmine pretending to remove her panties as she taunted the viewer – she cheered: “Ta da, the end!” and took David’s hands and wrapped them around her middle, pulling him tightly to her as she pressed back against his hardness. Then she disengaged herself and got up from his lap. “Well, I better be getting back,” she said. “Mama must be home by now. I’ll tell her to call you about dinner tonight.” She picked up her things and headed for the door. “You can keep those pics,” she said, pointing at the computer. “Maybe they’ll be fun to look at later!” She winked and blew him a kiss and then was out the door. “Bye,” David said to the closed door, and looked down at himself. His unrelieved hard-on was almost bursting out of his shorts. * * * * * Marissa did call, but not until early evening. The meeting had gone on longer than she had anticipated, and she decided she was too tired to do dinner that night. She and Jasmine were just going to eat in and turn in early. “But let’s have lunch together tomorrow,” she said. “Meet us down at the pool at about noon, okay?” So the next day after putting in a couple hours of work in the morning David sauntered down to the pool and found Marissa in her usual spot near the diving board. She got up and hugged him, and gave him a kiss before they sat down together. “I’m so sorry about last night,” she said, “but I was really worn out!” “Please,” he said. “No need to apologize.” “And thank you so much for looking after Jasmine! She’s not always easy to handle, but from what I hear she had a great time with you.” “No problem at all,” he said. “Any time.” David reached over and squeezed her hand, then looked around. “Speaking of Jasmine, where is she? I don’t see her in the pool.” “Oh, she’s made a couple of friends, two girls about her age. I think they’re running around in the garden.” David nodded. “That’s good,” he said. “Can’t be much fun for her with just old fogies to hang around with.” “You’re hardly that,” Marissa said, slapping his hand playfully. “And besides, she’s very flexible, she can have fun with anybody.” “Yes, so I’ve noticed, and she does love her fun.” Marissa raised her eyebrows and seemed about to ask a question, but then she looked past him and smiled. “Here they come,” she said, “the three nymphs in full bloom.” David turned and saw the girls running over to them from the garden. All of them had wreaths of flowers around their brows, and smaller garlands at their wrists and ankles. “I hope you left some flowers in the garden,” Marissa admonished. “You’re not really supposed to be picking those.” “It’s okay,” said Jasmine. “We got all these from the ground where they fell.” She stretched out her arms and twirled around, and her two friends copied her, giggling. It was clear who was the alpha female in the group. “So, who are your new friends, Jasmine,” David asked, smiling at the girls. “Oh, right,” Jasmine said, straightening the flowers at her wrist. “Well, this is Ines,” she said, stepping behind the girl and putting her hands on her shoulders, “and this is Samantha,” moving her hands to the second girl’s shoulders. “But we call her ‘Sam’ for short.” “Well, it’s nice to meet you,” David said, shaking hands with each of them. The two girls were evidently the same age as Jasmine, but looked very different from her and from each other. Ines was a Hispanic girl from Puerto Rico, with a touch of African ancestry that gave her a richly tawny complexion. She wore a black one-piece bathing suit, and although like Jasmine was only eleven years old, she had full breasts that were already high and proud, and a voluptuous, round bottom. Her white teeth were almost blinding as she smiled at David and shook his hand. Little Sam couldn’t be more different from Jasmine and Ines. Blond and petite, her hair in bangs and pulled back in a ponytail, she wore a tiny blue bikini that covered very little of her lithe, tanned body. Although not as physically mature as Jasmine and Ines, she was strikingly pretty, and her sparkling blue eyes suggested playful mischief. “So,” Marissa said, “are you girls interested in having lunch? We can all eat together if you want.” “Nah, I don’t think so,” Jasmine said. “We’re not real hungry, and Ines is gonna tell us all about Puerto Rico, ‘cause that’s where Mama and I are going next.” She walked a few feet away, followed by her new friends, and they sat down on the grass. “Besides, Ines and Sam have to leave tomorrow, and we want to talk about things.” “That’s fine,” said Marissa. “Just let me know if you get hungry.” “Okay, I will,” Jasmine said, and the three girls began to talk and laugh together. Marissa and David watched them for a while. “It’s too bad they have to leave so soon,” Marissa said. “Jasmine’s having a good time.” “Yes,” said David, “they really are getting on well together over there.” He and Marissa watched as the girls chatted and giggled. At one point Ines lay back and rolled on the grass, and Jasmine and Sam pounced and set to tickling her. Soon they were all tickling each other, and David smiled at the sight of three pretty young bodies writhing and sprawling on the grass a few feet away. At one point one of Ines’s mocha breasts popped out of her bathing suit, which led to muffled hysteria from the other two girls as Ines hastily covered herself. “Oops!” whispered Marissa, winking at David. “Tit happens,” he said. “What ... oh you are bad!” Marissa said, punching his arm. She looked at the girls and then at David. “They are pretty, aren’t they? Such lovely little things.” “Uh, sure,” David said noncommittally, “they’re certainly cute.” “Cute? Oh, I think their beauty goes beyond cute, and I think you do, too.” David looked at her quickly, trying not to blush. “I get the feeling that you have a soft spot for very young girls. You are sensitive to their beauty, aren’t you?” David was trying hard to keep his face blank. “Well...” “Oh, I’m sensitive to little girl’s beauty myself,” Marissa interrupted. “I have always been. In fact, I adore them! I think they are the nearest thing to angels we can hope to see, if you know what I mean. Of course, often their behavior is not at all angelic,” she laughed, “but I mean their looks. I just love to look at little girls!” David swallowed hard and just nodded dumbly. “Of course I don’t go around saying it, you understand. Many people would misinterpret it ... you know, dirty minds. But I do love looking at them, I don’t mind telling you, and I adore photographing them. There is something unique, so beautiful and pure in little females. When I look at them I just smile. While little boys are ... well, just boys ... nice in their way, but there isn’t anything poetic about a 7 or 8 year old boy! But a small girl is so special ... I don’t know, they make me think about all kinds of beautiful things, prettiness, poetry, chocolate cookies, Swan Lake, Mozart sonatas, little kittens, things like that. Do you think it’s queer of me?” “What? Oh no, not at all!” David finally managed to say. “I understand what you’re saying.” “I know,” she said. “I’ve noticed you do.” “You’ve noticed ... noticed what?” David said a bit warily. Marissa reached over and put her hand on his. “Oh, I realize an adult, and especially a man, must be very guarded about such a thing. An adult man admiring little girls is not thought poetic by most people, and it’s often misinterpreted, but not by me. I told you, I enjoy looking at them myself, so I know exactly how you feel when you do. So let’s just enjoy!” She patted his hand and turned back to observe the girls, an inscrutable smile playing across her lips. David was trying to absorb all she had just said. Was this woman a lesbian, a bisexual, a female pedophile? No, of course not, it was just as she had said, she found young girls beautiful, and she wasn’t ashamed of it. What’s more she detected similar feelings in him, and he had to admit she was right. It was then that he noticed that the girls were drawing attention from another quarter, one that would be hard to misinterpret. Not far away, stretched out on a recliner, was one of the men who had been Jasmine’s most attentive audience whenever she strolled teasingly past the bar. He appeared to be about thirty-five with short, sandy hair and was somewhat overweight, a fact he tried to hide by wearing a large Hawaiian shirt that extended well past his belly to the middle of a pair of Bermuda shorts. He was holding a magazine, but instead of reading he was looking straight at the three little girls who were playing on the grass twenty feet away from him. It was obvious that he was very excited; his face was flushed and his tongue was running along his upper lip, and although he was holding up the magazine with his left hand his right was resting on his lap, where his middle finger was surreptitiously scratching the bulge of an erection through his shorts. David looked back to the girls. This guy was certainly getting plenty of visual encouragement! Once again Jasmine and Sam were tickling Ines, and firm young bottoms were constantly on display as the girls twisted and sprawled over each other. Ines, whose plump breasts seemed always on the verge of escaping from her tight bathing suit, tried to turn the tables on the other two, quickly sitting up and forcing Jasmine down on the grass while digging her fingers into her ribs. Jasmine tried to wriggle away and in the process lifted her knees and opened her legs wide. Because of the extreme cut of her spandex suit the outer edges of both lips of her barely concealed vulva were briefly exposed, pouting out from between her open thighs. The man on the recliner froze momentarily, staring hard, and then resumed touching and worrying his erection more intently than before. His mouth was hanging opened slack-jawed, and David noticed that his lower lip was trembling. “Well, what do we have here?” Marissa said quietly. David hadn’t realized that she had noticed the excited man as well. “Do you think we should do something?” he whispered. “Get him to stop, or warn the girls?” “No!” Marissa hissed under her breath. “No, just let him be while we watch.” She looked quickly at David and then back to the man, biting her lower lip. “He’s not hurting anybody ... let’s see just how far they can push him.” Although she was very quiet and controlled, David sensed excitement in her voice. He himself was feeling an odd excitement as well, imagining the effect the girls were having on the man, teasing and frustrating him as they unwittingly fed his pedophilic lust and self-pleasure. David and Marissa continued to watch, and didn’t have very long to wait until the girls drove their voyeur over the edge. The man’s mouth opened wide and he closed his eyes, a frown of troubled relief contorting his features. He looked around guiltily and then stood up and haltingly made his way to the bar, holding the magazine in front of his lap. Marissa chuckled quietly. “Heading for the men’s room, I’d guess,” she said. “Bet he’s got quite a mess to clean up.” “Oh, yes,” David said, watching him go. “They really got him, didn’t they?” “Mmm, yes, they did.” She looked at the girls who were now chatting quietly. “And no wonder ... just look at them ... so beautiful, so enticing. What man could resist?” She looked at David and winked, then sat up straight and stretched. “So,” she said, did you want to have lunch? To tell the truth I’m not feeling particularly hungry at the moment.” “Me either,” said David. He looked into her eyes. “At least not for lunch.” She smiled at looked up the hill towards her cabin. “You want to ...?” “Oh yeah,” he said quietly. Marissa stood up, her face flushed, and walked over to Jasmine and the other girls. “Hey, Jazzy,” she said, “David and I are going up to the cabin for a while ... the sun’s too hot out here today. You be okay for a while alone?” Jasmine looked up from where she was sitting with her legs splayed out in front of her on the grass. “Sure,” she said, “no problem,” and immediately turned to Sam. “Okay, it’s your turn to massage my neck now...” Marissa smiled and took David’s hand. “Just let me know if you need anything,” she called back as they started up the path to the condo. “Yep, I will, no prob,” Jasmine said, her eyes blissfully closed as Samantha began to rub her neck and shoulders. * * * * * On the way up to the residence condos David told Marissa about his picnic with Jasmine. When he mentioned the special photo sets she stopped and looked at him. “So she told you about that, did she?” “Yes, she did,” David said. “Gave me a sample, too.” Marissa’s eyes opened wider. “A sample?” David shrugged. “Well, she had brought her camera and she had me take some pictures of her ... I hope that was all right. I felt a bit awkward about it ... didn’t know how you would feel about it.” “You are a decent sort, aren’t you?” she said, smiling at him. “No, that’s fine.” She reached out and touched his face. “She must really trust you to reveal that to you.” She took his hand and they continued walking up the path. “So, uh, do you do a lot of pictures like that? I mean, do you have a lot of clients for them?” “No, not really. There are only a few men who ask me for them.” “Have they met Jasmine?” “Oh no, they never see her in person. And it’s only her in the pictures, alone, in case you were wondering about that.” “What? Oh, no, I wasn’t suggesting ... I mean, I didn’t think that ...” “They’re pretty harmless, really. There’s no, you know, no actual sex in them. Just a pretty little girl who likes to tease. She has fun, and the men get to enjoy themselves.” “I’ll bet they do,” David laughed. “Oh yes,” Marissa said. “Quality alone time.” She grinned at him and wrinkled her nose wickedly. David swallowed hard. “Well, you’re certainly honest about it,” he said. “And Jasmine knows what they do with the pictures, right?” “Of course! She loves to get them excited like that. Even though she’s never had any sexual experience herself she knows very well what her pictures to do men. Some men, at any rate. It’s a good thing she didn’t know that guy was watching her and her friends back there by the pool, or she would have given him a show that would have had him jerking himself silly instead of just teasing his prick with a finger!” “I guess that would have been pretty awkward,” David laughed. Marissa chuckled. “Yes, but I don’t think it would have bothered her. When it comes to getting men to notice her, I think she’d do just about anything.” “Anything? I think you’re exaggerating. See seems pretty innocent in some ways. Open, but innocent.” “Maybe,” she said. “Although ‘innocent’ is not the word I’d use to describe Jasmine! ‘Anything’, on the other hand ...” They had reached Marissa’s cabin, and soon they were both naked on a small couch in the condo’s living room. David was sitting with legs apart, a stiff erection rising vertically from his lap. Marissa was kneeling upright on the couch next to him, her full, heavy breasts swaying inches from his face. She looked down into his eyes and kissed him softly and sensuously as she reached down to tease his erect penis with her fingertips. In response to his moan of pleasure she took his throbbing erection in her hand and squeezed it gently. She arched her back to press a voluptuous breast to his mouth. “Suck me, David,” she whispered. “Please suck me ...” “Oh God yes,” David moaned as he took an erect nipple between his lips and sucked avidly, his tongue swirling in circles all around the tip of her generous breast. Marissa sighed with pleasure and began to stroke up and down the shaft of his penis, stoking his lust. Her touch was sure and knowing, but deliberately slow and light, keeping him quivering on the edge of orgasm. “Is it good, David,” she whispered. “Does this feel good? You want more, huh?” Her fingers ran up and down his enflamed shaft, keeping it stiff and excited, worrying it with tantalizing flicks. She looked down into his face as she teased and pleasured him, and smiled. “You know,” she said, “I think way down deep most men are excited by pretty little girls like Jasmine and her friends. They’re just afraid to admit it.” She began to brush her thumb teasingly across the underside of his penis, just below the head. “I think it’s buried deep in men’s subconscious, to be excited by sexy little girls, especially little girls who love to tease men’s cocks.” She wrapped her fingers around his erection and gave it a single stroke. “You wouldn’t deny you like little girls, would you? I saw how you were looking at them a little while ago.” David was silent for a few moments, then looked up at her, a bit sheepishly. “Well, yes, I do like little girls, I think they’re lovely, of course I do. But when it comes to sex, I much prefer this ...” He took both her breasts in his hands and kneaded them, then set to sucking her nipples again, back and forth between her breasts as he squeezed them in his hands. Marissa closed her eyes and smiled, then reached down and lightly scratched his scrotum with her fingernails. “Oh yes, I know you like this, David, you really like this. But just think about those little girls ... their smooth skin, their cute little bums, those firm budding breasts. And don’t they have such adorable, tender mouths? I’m sure you notice all that, don’t you? Don’t you wonder what it would be like to run your hands all over those delicious little bodies? Even I do!” She laughed softly and bent to kiss him, flicking her tongue seductively along his lips. “Oh my God,” he groaned helplessly. “What are you doing to me?” She grasped his erection in her hand and began to stroke rapidly up and down with a feather-light touch, simultaneously exciting and frustrating him. “Imagine, David,” she whispered, “wouldn’t you just love it if this was a little girl’s hand ... a hand like Jasmine’s?” He looked up at her in confusion, but she just laughed and winked at him, and when he began to protest she covered his mouth with hers and insinuated her tongue between his lips, probing and snaking, seeking, worrying, ensnaring. At the same time she threw her leg over him, straddling his lap, and with a single deft motion of her hand guided his rigid penis deep into her warm, moist depths. Then she began to move slowly up and down, sliding and writhing on his shaft, driving his prick deep into her, its enflamed head thrilling with searing pleasure. She broke off her kiss and looked down at him. He was beyond words, his eyes closed and his breathing ragged with helpless lust. She smiled and chuckled softly. “Is it good, David?” she murmured. “Do you love it?” She licked her lips lasciviously. “You need it so much, don’t you? Fuck me, David ... show me how much you need it!” He cried out and grabbed her hips and began to drive his frantic cock upwards into her, in and out of her warm, sucking cunt. Within seconds he was exploding in her, sending his hot spurts deep between her legs. When his spasms finally abated he held her against him, panting, his face pressed between her breasts. His cock was still inside her, his erection slowly subsiding. She looked down at him and smiled. “Let’s get cleaned up,” she said. “We should go down and see what the girls are up to.” * * * * * They found the trio in the pool having a splashing fight. When Jasmine spotted her mother and David she climbed out of the pool and ran over to them, closely followed by her two new best friends. “Guess what?” she said to Marissa. “Sam and Ines can sit with us at dinner tonight! Their parents say it’s okay ... can they, please?” “Sure, why not?” said Marissa. “The more the merrier.” “Yaaay!” cried Jasmine. “We’re gonna get all dressed up. It’s a special occasion ‘cause they have to leave tomorrow.” Marissa looked at David. “Any chance you could join us, too?” she said. “I could use the moral support.” “Of course David’s gonna eat with us too,” cried Jasmine. “He just has to!” She grinned at him. “Even though this time it’ll be four against one!” David smiled. “Well, I survived last time, so here’s hoping I can again.” “Goody!” said Jasmine. She turned to her friends. “Okay, you guys go home and get some of your things and bring it to my house so we can try stuff on for tonight.” They turned and scampered up the path to the bungalows. David reached down and caressed Marissa’s enticing rear as they watched the girls go. “I really enjoyed what we had for lunch today,” he said. She wrapped an arm around his waist and leaned against him. “Me too,” she said. “Delicious.” She looked up at him and made a kissing pout. “Well,” she said, turning to the path, “I guess I’d better get back up there to moderate the chaos.” “Right,” David said, “and I’ll go and try to get more done on my journalistic masterpiece.” He made a wry face. Marissa laughed. “Well, when you’ve had enough of that come on by so we can have a stiff drink to get ready for herding kittens!” They kissed and David watched her as she ascended the path. Then he got a cup of coffee at the bar and sat down to continue his scribbling. * * * * * David struggled for a couple of hours with the task of making literary hacks seem interesting, then went back up to his cabin to get ready for the evening ahead. He changed clothes and went to present himself at Marissa’s bungalow. His knock was answered immediately by Jasmine. “Hi!” She opened the door wide. “Come on in, Mama’s in the shower and said you should wait here ‘till she’s done.” She took his hand and led him to the couch he was very familiar with by now. “Thank you, ma’am,” he said politely. He was trying not to stare at her, since she was dressed only in her underwear, another flimsy brassiere and nylon panties that were almost transparent. “Uh, are your friends here?” he asked. “Yep, they’re in the bedroom getting ready.” It was then that he saw the other two girls peeking from the bedroom door. He waved at them and they waved back, giggling. “Well, I gotta go back and finish getting dressed,” Jasmine said. “Oh, but first Mama said this is for you.” She ran into the small kitchenette and took a glass from the refrigerator and brought it to him, Meyers-on-the-rocks. “Mama says you like this,” she said, handing it to him. “Perfect,” he said “thank you very much!” “You’re welcome,” she said. “See ya in a minute ... we’re gonna do a fashion show for you!” She turned and ran back to the bedroom. David took a sip as he watched her go, taking in the movement of her pert bottom under the thin nylon. He heard the sound of running water – Marissa was just getting into the shower. He took another sip from his glass and looked towards the bedroom when he heard the girls talking as they were getting ready. Jasmine had not closed the door when she went in, and he was surprised to see Samantha, the little blonde, standing totally naked in the middle of the room with her back to him. He took a quick gulp from his drink, but didn’t look away. As he watched she turned around and he saw that she was holding a tiny pair of lavender bikini panties in her hands. He also saw that it she was probably younger than the other girls, because she was perfectly smooth and hairless between her legs. She stood immobile for a few seconds, and he was able to see that although she was very slender the folds of her sex were prominent and full. She stepped into the panties and pulled them up. David felt a pang of disappointment. “Different panties?” he heard Jasmine say. “How come?” “Well,” Samantha said, “if anybody sees up my skirt I want to make sure the colors match, you know? The skirt’s pretty short.” She ran to the side out of view and returned holding a blue pinafore, which she pulled on over her head. “See?” she said, lifting her skirt to show the lavender underwear. “I think these look a lot better than this ...” She reached under the skirt and lowered her panties, then pulled up another pair she was holding, these in yellow. Lifting her skirt again she said, “I think the other ones look better with this skirt.” The other girls agreed. “Well, I better get my blouse on,” Samantha said, pulling the pinafore off over her head and pushing down the yellow panties. Once again she was standing totally nude in full view of David, who was working steadily on his drink with his eyes fixed on her. She pulled on the lavender panties again, and moved out of sight to finish getting dressed. Ines appeared in a black lace brassiere and matching boy- short panties. She was holding a red dress up to her body and seemed to be looking in a mirror somewhere in front of her. She turned sideways and back again, which allowed him to see how fetchingly the tight panties molded her well- rounded bottom. “Hm,” David heard her say, “be better without this ...” She reached behind her back to the brassiere clasp, just as Jasmine moved into the doorway and looked out at him with raised eyebrows and her mouth open in mock surprise, slowly wagging a scolding finger back and forth. She made a pouting kiss and gently closed the door. David looked away in embarrassment, tugging at his trousers to hide a tell-tale bulge. After two or three minutes Jasmine emerged from the bedroom, followed by the other two. “Ta da!” she crowed. “Fashion show!” The girls stood before him in a row, and Samantha did a quick pirouette, causing the short pleated skirt of her pinafore to flair up and out, displaying a quick flash of lavender underneath. “So, watcha think?” Jasmine said, as the three posed for him. Samantha wore a white blouse under the sleeveless blue pinafore, which suggested a simple school dress, although one that was quite short, and did a good job of showing off her slender, pretty legs. Ines was in a red sheath that clung tightly to her ample curves and came down only to mid-thigh. It was sleeveless with a low neckline that rose and fell across the tops of her ample breasts. Jasmine was again wearing her gauzy cotton dress, this time with a sash at her waist. She had somehow folded the dress under the sash to raise the skirt even higher than it already was. A silk scarf was around her neck. “Wow,” David said. “Just ... wow. You three are gorgeous, there’s no other word for it.” The girls looked at each other and giggled, then struck a series of poses such as they thought real fashion models might use. “Well, what do we have here?” Marissa was standing behind the girls, leaning against a door jamb with her arms folded. A white towel was wrapped around her, and another held her hair. “I see they’re keeping you entertained,” she said to David with an ironic smile. “Absolutely,” David said. “Complete with bar service.” He held up his drink. “We’re doing a fashion show!” Jasmine said. “See? This is what we’re wearing tonight.” “Very pretty,” Marissa said. “I’m sure you’ll make quite an impression on all the gentlemen at dinner tonight ... including this one ...” She winked at David. “Come on, let’s go put lipstick on!” Jasmine cried, and the three ran to her bedroom. “I need to get dressed, too,” Marissa said. “I’ll leave you here to recover your composure.” She grinned and turned to go. When she reached her bedroom door she turned around. She flashed the towel open briefly to display her voluptuous body to him, and licked her lips provocatively. “Your escorts will be ready presently, sir,” she said in a little-girl voice, and disappeared into her room. * * * * * It was a lively dinner, with lots of laughter and conversation dominated by the three excited girls. They were seated at the same round table they used the first night, with two additional chairs. Jasmine sat between Samantha and Ines, as befitted her role as Queen of the Roost. David had Marissa on his left and Ines on his right, who was wearing a subtle perfume that enhanced her femininity and distracted him; but the distraction that was harder for him to deal with was the view he got of her young breasts when he looked down the neckline of her dress. She evidently she had decided not to wear her brassiere. He tried very hard to keep his eyes from straying there frequently, but without much success. As during his first dinner David with Marissa and Jasmine, after ordering dessert the girls had gone off to the garden to await the arrival of their sundaes. This was the first opportunity the adults had gotten to talk without being drowned out by the young ones. “Alone at last,” David said, smiling at Marissa. “Too much chaos for you?” she asked. “Oh no, I think it’s great seeing them have so much fun together. Jasmine seems to be having a ball ... good idea to agree to it.” “To the dinner? Yes, I knew this would be fun. I knew you’d enjoy it, too.” She took a sip of wine and winked at him. David was learning that denial would get him nowhere. “You’re getting to know me too well,” he said. Marissa glanced at the chair next to him. “Quite a body on that girl, don’t you think? And so pretty.” “They’ll all pretty,” he said, reaching for his beer. He took a gulp and grinned. “Well, at least this time I don’t think there’ll be a gang of girls trying to climb into my lap during dessert.” “Oh, but wouldn’t it be fun having them try?” she said, running her hand up along his thigh under the tablecloth. “You’re a very wicked woman.” “Oh, yes, I am, I really am.” She moved her hand up between his legs. She pouted at him as he grew hard under her hand. “Would you want me to be any other way?” “God, no,” he whispered as she caressed his erection. “Good,” Marissa said, and withdrew her hand as their waitress came out onto the patio with a tray of desserts. “Won’t be long before the nymphets catch the scent of this ... ah! Here they come.” Sure enough, the girls were bearing down on them from the garden. They skipped as they ran, and Samantha spun around when she reached the table, proud of the lavender panties that went so well with her blue dress. “Only two scoops each!” Jasmine exclaimed, pouting, when the waitress put the desserts down before them. “You didn’t finish the last one, Missy,” Marissa said. “Be grateful for what you get.” “Oh, well,” Jasmine said, and the three girls went to work on their sundaes, spooning the soft ice cream into their pretty mouths and licking their lips appreciatively. As David had predicted no one tried to climb onto his lap, but occasionally Jasmine looked up into his eyes as she licked chocolate sauce from her spoon. He thought he saw her wink at him, but he couldn’t be sure. Soon after dessert the parents of the two girls arrived to chat for a few minutes and to collect their daughters. Ines’ father was a doctor from San Juan and her mother a painter who was having a showing at a gallery in Charlotte Amalie. Samantha’s parents were blue-eyed and blond like their daughter, and were vacationing from Demark. The girls were reluctant to part company and became weepy when Ines and Samantha were told that they needed to get to bed soon, since they would be leaving early the next morning. Jasmine was very quiet as she walked with David and her mother back up to their condo. When they were inside she wandered around the living room aimlessly while Marissa prepared drinks for David and herself. Jasmine yawned and walked towards her bedroom. “I’m gonna get ready for bed. I’m really tired.” She went into the room, but immediately poked her head back out. “Mama, did you pack my nightgown? The old one?” Marissa had joined David on the couch with their drinks. “Yes, it should be there, hanging in the closet.” “’Kay”, said Jasmine, and closed the door. “Poor kid,” said David. “She seems depressed now that her friends are gone.” “Oh, she’ll be all right. She has their addresses and she’ll probably sit down tomorrow and write them letters.” David nodded and sipped his drink, and they chatted quietly. After a few minutes Jasmine came out of her room. “This looks nice on me, but it’s kinda small,” she said. “Think it shrunk?” The nightgown was a deep burgundy camisole with thin straps at the shoulders and a filigree of lace along the neckline and the hem. Although it fit her it was in fact quite short, falling to only the tops of her thighs. “I think it’s more likely that you’ve grown taller,” Marissa said. “You’ve really started to shoot up recently.” “I guess,” Jasmine said. She walked around the room looking down at herself and smoothing the material with her hands. David wondered if she was wearing anything underneath – it was almost short enough to reveal the cheeks of her bottom - and he found himself wishing she’d lift her arms to raise the hem and settle the matter for him! But she didn’t. “Well, I’m going to bed,” she said finally. “Night, night.” She went back into her room and closed the door. Marissa and David finished their drinks. “I hope you’ll stay the night,” Marissa said. “But I really need to get some sleep ... I’m sooooo tired!” She put her hand on his leg. “Know what I mean ... would you be disappointed or insulted? Could we just, you know ... sleep?” David laughed. “Disappointed, absolutely ... insulted, never.” He took her hand and kissed her palm. “Besides,” he said with a grin, “you already wore me out this afternoon!” * * * * * The light of a full moon low in the west bathed the bed in silver. A warm, balmy breeze wafted in through the window that had been left open to the fragrant night air, gently stirring the gauzy curtains. David awoke to pleasure. He looked about him in the moon- drenched room, remembering where he was, and gradually became aware that his erect penis was being gently fondled by soft, caressing fingers. He smiled and closed his eyes, wrapping an arm around Marissa who was lying naked with her back to him, reaching around to touch and arouse him. He cupped her breast in his hand and gently kneaded its soft fullness. “I want you, David,” she whispered. “Take me this way ...” Grasping his erect shaft, she guided it between her legs to her warm, moist pussy, waiting and open for him. As he entered her, she looked towards him over her shoulder. “Look, David,” she said. “Down here.” He lifted himself to look over her, and saw Jasmine in the moonlight, lying on her stomach next to Marissa on top of the covers, sound asleep. “Uh oh,” David said, and tried to pull away. “No,” Marissa hissed, “stay, don’t stop!” She reached around and held him, pressing him closer to her. “Just try to be quiet, okay?” David hesitated. “All right,” he whispered and again gently entered her. She pressed her wide, firm ass against his stomach and began to grind against him as he moved in and out of her. “Mmm, isn’t she pretty, David?” Marissa said softly. As she spoke she reached down and slowly pulled the hem of Jasmine’s nightgown up to her waist. “Look, David ...” David’s eyes opened wide in shock. He had the answer to his question - Jasmine in fact had nothing on under her nightgown. Below the lifted camisole, dark in the moonlight, the little girl’s shapely bottom shone bright in contrast, the cleft between her adorable cheeks in deep shadow, her legs extended straight and slightly parted. “Ooo David, you got so much bigger all of a sudden!” Marissa whispered. “I can feel you ...” She giggled playfully. “I ... oh God ...” “Shhh ... you have to control yourself, remember?” Marissa purred. David clamped his mouth shut and began to pump faster in and out of Marissa’s slippery cunt as he stared at Jasmine’s exposed bottom. He once again grasped and squeezed Marissa’s breast as his excited penis writhed and lunged inside her. “Slowly, David,” Marissa whispered, “let’s make this last ... fuck me nice and slow ... tease your cock ... tease me ... ” Although he could have driven himself to orgasm in seconds, David strove mightily to lessen his pace. Resisting the temptation to surrender to his pleasure, he slid his rigid cock slowly into Marissa’s maddening warmth, and then slowly out again as her tight passage clung to him, reluctant to allow his prick to escape. “Mmm, feel good David? You like that?” As she spoke she gently took his hand and moved it from her breast to Jasmine’s naked bottom. David stiffened in surprise, but didn’t pull away his hand. Instead, he delicately squeezed and caressed the cheeks of the little girl’s bottom, playing his fingertips over her firm, smooth flesh, gently pinching her, caressing her hips, exploring her. Marissa ran her fingertips up and down David’s arm. “How is this making you feel, David? You’re so excited now, aren’t you?” She ground her full ass in circles, sending thrills of pleasure through his cock as he struggled to maintain control inside her. “Need to come, David? Is this making you need it more?” She put her hand on his and giggled. “Good ...” David closed his eyes and moaned, disturbed and tremendously excited by the knowledge that he was fucking a woman who was deliberately provoking his lust for her daughter. Without realizing what he was doing, he moved his hand to Jasmine’s thigh and slid his fingers down between her parted legs. Drunk with pleasure as his cock slid in and out of Marissa’s tight cunt, he now felt the wetness of Jasmine’s little vulva envelop his middle finger, which he gently moved back and forth between her tender labia as he slowly fucked her mother. “That’s it, David, just like that,” Marissa whispered, “so good, so good ...” As she watched David fondling Jasmine she reached down between her legs and teased his balls with her fingernails each time his engorged penis slid forward into her. David moaned and moved his hand back to grope up and down the entire front of her body as they continued to thrust and writhe together. Jasmine stirred in her sleep, turning over onto her back. After murmuring a few incoherent words, she was again deeply asleep, with her hands resting on either side of her face and one leg bent at the knee. The nightgown was still pulled up to her waist, and David gazed down at her exposed vulva glistening wetly in the moonlight. He couldn’t control himself any longer. He began to fuck Marissa faster as he stared between the little girl’s legs, saw her little hooded clitoris nestled at the top of the crevice his finger had just explored. “Yes, David, yes,” Marissa moaned as he thrust in and out of her. Her breath caught convulsively as one orgasm after another overtook her. “Come, David,” she gasped. “Come while you look at her ... fuck me and pretend ...” And he did, suppressing moans of helpless pleasure as his cock bucked and ejaculated inside of Marissa while he stared between the legs of an enticing eleven-year-old girl. * * * * * David was alone in Marissa’s bed when he awoke in the morning about five hours later. He quickly got up and dressed, and went out into the kitchen area where Marissa was putting out breakfast. “Hi!” she said. “I just had some eggs and bacon sent up from the restaurant ... that okay with you?” “Yes, that’s fine, yes,” he said quietly. “And here’s some coffee,” she said, pointing to paper cups on the table. “Where’s Jasmine?” he asked as he picked up a cup and took a sip. “In her room. She’ll be out in a minute.” She looked at him inquiringly. “You okay? You seem kind of, I don’t know, kind of subdued.” He hesitated, looking out the window, then turned and looked at her. “Listen,” he said, “about last night ...” “Shh,” Marissa interrupted him, “don’t worry about it.” “But I feel weird about what ...” “Shh,” she said again, pressing a finger to his lips. “It’s all right, really ... it’s just fantasy, just games, don’t feel guilty or upset. Just relax and allow your feelings to express themselves ... be open to what’s inside you. You’ll be happier in the long run.” She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. “I, for one, had a great time last night! And I got the feeling he did too.” She lowered her hand and pressed it into his crotch, just as the door to Jasmine’s bedroom opened. David turned and looked towards her as she came out of her room, searching her face for any sign of – well, he didn’t know of what, just any kind of change in her. “Hi, David!” she said brightly. She was still dressed in the burgundy camisole. “Guess you musta been real tired, you slept late.” She went over to the kitchen table and sat down, picking up a piece of bacon and nibbling on it. “Well, yes, I guess I was. I feel fine now, though.” And in fact he was feeling greatly relieved that Jasmine was oblivious of what had happened during the night. He noticed, too, that she had put on underwear before coming back out into the kitchen, a pair of yellow cotton panties. It would have been pretty outrageous if she hadn’t, because as she sat now nibbling the bacon she pulled her left foot up onto the seat of her chair, so that she was facing him with the nightgown hiked up and her legs spread wide apart. Just then the telephone rang in Marissa’s room and she went in to answer it. David walked to the table and sat down opposite Jasmine. “So, have any plans for today?” he asked as he helped himself to a portion of scrambled eggs. “Nothing special. Go swimming I guess,” she replied, reaching for another piece of bacon. “Maybe you’ll meet some other nice kids like Ines and Sam,” he offered hopefully. She sighed. “Yeah, maybe. Don’t know.” Marissa came out of her room and joined them at the table. “Well,” she said, “change of plans. That was my contact in San Juan ... the time for the photo shoot has been moved up. I need to be there tomorrow.” “Tomorrow?” Jasmine said. She looked at David. “Yes. We need to get ready to leave on the 8:00 flight tomorrow morning.” David put down his fork and looked at her. “Well ... I’m going to miss you. I ... I thought we’d have a little more time.” Marissa smiled and squeezed his hand briefly. “Actually we’ll be gone only two days. I’ll be coming back here after that. You’ll still be here, won’t you?” “Yes, I plan on a couple more weeks here. Still gonna miss you, though ... both of you!” Marissa moved her fork in circles on her plate tentatively. “Actually,” she said slowly, “I had a thought.” She paused. “Yes?” “Yes. Well, a friend from California is letting me stay at a house he owns outside of San Juan, not too far from where the photo shoot is going to be. A woman has been recommended to me to look after things at the house while I’m working, and to stay with Jasmine ... the shoot is not exactly for kids, if you know what I mean.” “I can guess,” David said, sipping his coffee. “Yes. Well, anyway, I was thinking ... Jasmine would probably be happier if she had someone she knew staying with her, somebody familiar, somebody ... somebody like you, in fact.” “Like me?” Marissa turned to him. “Yes, like you,” she said eagerly. “If you could get away for a few days and come with us it would be perfect!” “Yes!” cried Jasmine. “I mean, the house is lovely, right on the beach, plenty of room. It’s an isolated area, next to a nature reserve, and I’m worried that Jasmine would be bored to tears if she had only a middle-aged babysitter for company. It would just be the two of you, but I know you could find things to do. You’d be able to work on your writing, if you wanted, no distractions. And of course I’d be joining you in the evening ... we’ll be wrapping up early each day.” David frowned, conflicted. “Well ...” “Oh, and of course I’ll foot the bill,” Marissa interjected. “Airfare and such, all expenses.” David sat back in his chair and sighed. “I ... I don’t know,” he said. “I have an interview scheduled for today, and another tomorrow. This just may not be the right time for ...” Jasmine ran around the table and sat down on his lap. “Please,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “It would be so much fun, just you and me.” “I ... I’m sorry. I’d really love to, but I just don’t think I can.” He took Jasmine’s hands and gently kissed her cheek. “I’m sorry, sweetie.” Marissa sighed and got up from the table. “Well, I tried,” she said. “Jasmine, you’d better go and start getting together whatever you want to bring. Pack lightly, though.” Jasmine hugged David again and then got off his lap and walked slowly to her room. Marissa turned to him. “I guess you should go and get ready for your interview,” she said quietly. “Yes,” he said. “Look, I’m really ...” “Shh,” she said, and kissed him gently on the lips. “It’s okay ... no hard feelings, work is work.” “Unfortunately,” he said, and started towards the door. “But if you change you mind,” Marissa called after him, “an airport cab will be picking us up at 7:00 tomorrow morning.” He nodded and went out the door. * * * * * The clock said 5:30 AM. David had been tossing and turning for an hour, and now lay in bed staring at the ceiling thinking of Marissa, of seductive, enigmatic Marissa, of Jasmine in her satin camisole, of the warmth of her on his lap in her yellow panties ... “Fuck it,” he said, getting out of bed and fetching his overnight bag from the closet. He was waiting for them when Marissa and Jasmine entered hotel reception. Marissa raised her eyebrows and smiled when she saw him, but without much surprise. Jasmine ran to him, wrapping her arms about his waist. “Goody!” she cried. As they got into the waiting cab Jasmine made him sit between her and her mother. She wrapped an arm around his and leaned her head against his shoulder. “We’re going to have so much fun,” she said happily. She put her hand on his leg and moved it up and down affectionately. “I brought my camera so we can take lots of pictures. This time I’m gonna get some good ones of you.” She sighed contentedly, her hand resting comfortably high on his thigh. As the cab started Marissa took his other arm and held it close. She turned to him and smiled, then brought her lips close to his ear. “Don’t worry, it’s only two days,” she whispered. “But anything can happen in two days.” She flicked her tongue in his ear. “Anything.” ----------------------------------------------------------- tim_cravin@yahoo.com