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 Best Vacation Ever Tags: Fb, 1st, cons, slow

   I had grown up taking vacations that were more exotic and extravagant
than most of the kids I was friends with.  While they were going to places
like Disney World or the beach, I was going to places like Carribean
islands or Europe.  I think I liked the Caribbean islands better as I got
older and could start to branch out to do things on my own.

   We visited Puerto Rico a lot because my grandparents had decided to
retire there after my Grandpa finished his career in the military.  Neither
he nor my Grandma were themselves Puerto Rican, but Grandpa had made a
decision early in his military career after visiting the island as an
officer.  He never really had any intention of coming back to the Mainland
US after his retirement, claiming that everything he wanted was on the
island.  My father disagreed with his assessment of the island and was
quick to bolt back to the US for college as soon as he got his first
acceptance letter.  There, he met my mom and the rest is history I guess.

   The trip back to the island this time was not under as normally joyful
circumstances, however.  After a long and fulfilling life, Grandpa finally
passed away.  The way things work in Puerto Rico is that since there is not
much room on the island, the custom is to bury the dead on top of each
other in the graves rather than side to side.  Grandma had died several
years prior to Grandpa finally passing and so we had to take an emergency
trip to Puerto Rico right at the start of summer, just as school let out.
In addition to the funeral services, Mom and Dad decided to make a summer
vacation out of the trip just so that we could at least try to enjoy
ourselves a little bit.  The services were not long at all, it just took us
a while to get from one side of the island to the other by car.

   As soon as the services had been arranged and performed, the next step
was for my parents to work with the lawyers over settling the estate. 
Grandma and Grandpa did have a bit of money for the grandchildren, so it
was pretty straightforward to negotiate my share of the inheritance.  The
process was not so easy for my uncle and his family, however.  Four
marriages and several grandchildren made the inheritance amounts imbalanced
between his family.  My grandparents had wanted the money to be evenly
distributed among the grandchildren, but they had never expected my uncle
to have had four marriages.  This, of course, did not quite sit right with
my mother, who felt strongly that I should receive a greater amount than
the other grandchildren.  I had no interest in being a part of those
negotiations with the lawyer, so I got to stay behind at the hotel.

   I was eleven years old when all this happened, so my parents hoped that
they had taught me well enough to not get myself into trouble.  The resort
was somewhat poorly secured, with public beaches on both sides of the
hotel's beachfront.  Guests were distinguished by the colored wristbands
they wore while on the premises.  The beachside attendants did a pretty
good job keeping any non-guests off of the property and the police were
also patrolling the beach looking for troublemakers.

   It was just about the time of year that the tourist season began to slow
down due to the dramatic change in climate on the island.  During the
winter months, usually December through around late May, tourists would
flock to the island to escape the cold weather of the mainland.  After May,
though, that the weather started to turn foul and almost unbearable.  The
days were hot and humid with temperatures easily over 100 degrees on most
days.  The humidity could get especially bad around the mid-summer months
where it became almost unbearable to be outside.  Then, there were the bugs
that seemed to appear en masse; mosquitoes, flies, fire ants, things that
would be too much for most tourists.  Whatever the reason was, there were
not many people on the beach today despite the sun being out.

   We mostly stayed in San Juan, which is on the north side of the island
facing the Atlantic Ocean as well as being the capitol of the island.  The
waves were always best here.  As I got older and became a more capable
swimmer, my parents would let me play in the surf and waves.  This was
always my favorite part of the trip.  I would pretend I was playing
football or something and jump face-first into the waves.  It was a lot of
fun getting knocked backwards and floating uncontrollably through the
shallow surf only to get right back up and do it again.  The key was that
you had to jump into them right as they were about to crest and topple
over. Being as small as I was, it was rather easy to get completely
overpowered by a large wave and knocked down.  That was the best feeling,
though, getting totally overpowered and left at the whims of the waves. 
When I got tired, I would simply crouch in the more shallow parts of the
surf and allow the waves to carry me in to the shore.  Of course, that got
a bunch of sand up my bathing suit, but it was pretty easy for me to get
out.  Since it was the offseason, there were not a lot of other swimmers in
the water that were hotel guests.  The locals knew not to go beyond the
buoyed off areas on certain stretches of beach and surf.  The hotel beaches
were still open to pedestrian traffic, however.  Mom and Dad gave me some
money for lunch in case they were late at getting back.  I left the money,
along with my spare room key, underneath my beach towel.

   The water was crystal clear and warm today with a heavy breeze coming
off the ocean.  The best waves were produced by choppy seas; they were
always taller and more forceful.  I was playing in the waves as I normally
would when I was swept up by a rather large one.  I let it carry me further
in shore and I quickly found the sand underneath me and stood up to wipe
the water from my face.  It was then that I opened my eyes to see another
wave heading straight for me.  With no time to react, it knocked me over
again and I flew further inshore, bumping into something.  It was a soft
surface at least, but I did not expect to hit anything as I got washed
ashore.  There were no rocks or piers or anything that would get in the way
of swimmers as they spent time in the water.  I stood up again and found
myself about waist-deep in the ocean.  I once again wiped the water from my
eyes and, once I could see again, I learned what I had bumped into after
being swept up by that wave.

   An older woman stood before me in a blue one-piece bathing suit with a
white pattern along the suit's right hip.  She was rather shapely and the
suit complemented her curves very well.  The water came up to around the
middle of her thighs as I looked at her.  She had blonde hair that had been
slicked back by the water, but it looked as thought it may have come down
to her shoulders if it had been dry.  She had platinum blue eyes that
peered down at me, but not with the disdain that I expected.  She actually
looked rather embarrassed with a smile on her face as she helped brush the
sand that had gotten stuck to me off of my body.

   "Oh, you poor thing.  Are you all right?" she asked as she kept looking
for sand to wipe off.

   "Nah, I'm OK.  I've been doing this a long time and that was nothing," I
replied confidently.  I only said it that way because I knew it was true. I
had handled waves much tougher than that one before.  When I stood next to
her, my eyeline was right at her breasts, her more than ample cleavage
right in front of me in her swimsuit.  I tried my best not to stare, but
there were some times that I found it hard not to stare.  "Sorry I bumped
into you," I added quickly, remembering what had just happened.

   "Well, aren't you a confident young man," she commented as she turned me
around to look at my back.  "I'm sorry, dear, I just wanted to make sure
that you weren't cut anywhere.  That sand can be a little rough sometimes.
And there's no need to apologize, dear.  Your body just went where the
waves wanted it to go."

   "Yeah, it's worse when you're sunburned and it gets you."

   The lady giggled, apparently quite taken with the experiences I had. 
She led me by the hand to shallower water, where the waves finished
crashing against our ankles.

   "My name's Lisa," she said as she extended a hand to me.  "And you are?"

   "I'm Justin," I replied as I shook her hand.

   "Well, it's nice to meet you, Justin," she said with a smile.  She was
obviously from the Mainland, just as I was.  She did not have any signs of
an accent and her skin only looked like it was tanned and not a natural
brown tone.  We walked back towards the beach where I had only my towel
with my shirt and sandals.  She invited me over to join her underneath her
umbrella where she had one of the resort attendants bring over a second
lounge chair for me to use.  It felt nice to get out of the sun for a bit.
I had forgotten to wear sunscreen that morning and I did not want to get
too burned.  She was wearing the resort's blue wristband, so I immediately
knew she was a guest at the hotel.  Not wanting to be rude, even if she was
a stranger, I took up my towel and put on my shirt and sandals before
walking over to her umbrella to join her.

   "So you sound like you've been here before, Justin," Lisa said as she
put on a straw sunhat and sunglasses.  "This can't be your first time on
the island, can it?"

   "No, I've been here lots of times.  My Grandma and Grandpa live here
year round, but Grandma died a few years ago and Grandpa died just
recently. My parents and I actually took this trip so we could have the
funeral and stuff," I explained to Lisa.

   "Oh, that's terrible!  I'm so sorry," she said in a concerned tone.

   "No, it's OK.  Grandpa was really old and it was starting to get really
hard for my uncle to take care of him."

   "So where are your parents now?"

   "They're doing stuff with the lawyer.  I don't know how long they'll be
gone." Lisa nodded as she listened to my retelling of recent events.  I
could not tell if she was actually interested or not, but it was nice
having someone to talk to for now.  There were not a lot of kids around the
resorts at this time of year.  I started to wonder why she would be
interested in talking to a kid like me.  I could not tell if she was
married or not.  It did not look like she was wearing a wedding ring or
band at all.

   "Makes sense you didn't want to go with them then.  I bet it's boring
what they're doing right now." I shrugged, agreeing with her.

   "Yeah.  Being here is a lot more fun.  I mean, I can't go in the casino
or anything, but I like it here on the beach just enough." No one seemed to
pay us any mind.  The hotel staff continued to go about their jobs and the
beach combers just seemed to walk past us as minding their own business. 
The wind started to pick up after that and the waves grew louder.  It was a
bit harder to hear Lisa talking after that.  She suggested that we pack up
for the time being as it was getting close to lunch time.  It was nice
talking to someone who seemed to be genuinely interested in talking to me,
but I was starting to get a little hungry.  It was probably time for me to
take a break from my wave diving as well.  I got up from the lounge chair,
ready to head in for the time being.

   "Going so soon?" Lisa asked.

   "Yeah," I started as I looked back to her.  "I'm gonna go in and get
some lunch I think.  Then maybe go back to my room, so...." I paused as I
placed my hand on my pocket, thinking that my room key and money for lunch
were still inside.  It was empty.  I panicked slightly, remembering that I
had put them underneath my beach towel.  I jerked my head back to where I
had placed my towel and dashed over to where I thought they might be. 
Nothing.  My key and the cash I had been given were gone, probably blown
away in the sand or stolen by one of the pedestrians or something.  I
frantically started to dig in the sand, hoping to uncover either my key or
the cash, but I found nothing.  I glanced back over at Lisa, who seemed to
have a concerned look on her face.  She got up and came back over to where
I was still searching.

   "Justin?  Is everything all right?" she asked.

   "They're gone!  My key and my lunch money!  They're gone!" I shouted as
I pushed sand around, hoping that I could find at least one of the two.  I
guess I just got caught up in talking to Lisa and coming down from the fun
I had in the waves that I completely forgot about them.  After a few more
seconds of futilely searching, I gave up in frustration.

   "It's OK, the front desk can probably help you with your key if you just
call your parents and let them know it's OK to give you another one," she
explained, trying to calm me down.  "Here, let's go tell them now.  You can
even use my cell to call your parents if you want." Before she walked back
to her umbrella to put on her beach coverup, She handed me her smartphone
as we started walking towards the hotel.  We had to walk through the pool
area and cabana to get back to the lobby and the front desk.  I dialed my
mother's phone number, hoping that she would pick up since the number I was
calling from was unknown.  I hoped she would not be upset for losing the
key or the money.  I put the phone to my ear as we entered the building and
were met with the cool sensations of air conditioning.  Fortunately, for
me, my Mom did indeed pick up.  We got to the front desk and Lisa walked up
to the clerk to explain what had happened.

   "Hello?" I heared my other ask on the other end of the line.

   "Hi Mom."

   "Justin?  Where are you calling from?"

   "I lost the room key and my lunch money on the beach.  Another guest let
me use her cell phone so I could call you."

   "I was going to say, this isn't a Puerto Rico number.  Are you at the
front desk?"

   "Yeah."

   "Let me talk to them."

   I handed the phone to the desk clerk who Lisa had just filled in on the
situation.  She started to authorize another room key for me at Mom's
direction.  I looked up at Lisa, who gave me a comforting smile as she
looked back.  The front desk clerk handed the phone back to me.

   "Your Mom wants to talk to you again," she said.

   "Hello?"

   "Justin, please be more careful next time," my mother started.  "I've
asked them to make a new key for you and that you can charge your lunch to
the room, OK?"

   "OK.  Sorry, Mom.  Thanks."

   "Things are going to take a little longer here, honey.  We might not be
back until dinner time, OK?  I think it might be a good idea if you go back
to the room and just stay put until your father and I get back to the
hotel. I don't want you getting into any more trouble."

   "I'm not in trouble," I retorted.

   "You know what I mean.  Please be sure to say thank you to the person
who let you use their phone, OK?"

   "Yes, Mom."

   "All right, honey.  We'll see you later.  Bye."

   "Bye." I hung up and handed Lisa's phone back to her.  A few seconds
later, the desk clerk handed me a new room key and we both thanked her for
working on it so quickly.

   "Well, glad that's taken care of then," Lisa said.  "What are you going
to do now, Justin?"

   "Mom said I could charge my lunch to the room.  I guess that means I
just tell the people at the restaurant my room number and they take care of
it?"

   "Yup, that's right," Lisa answered, placing her hand on my back and
rubbing it gently up and down.  The brief, but warm touch of her hand sent
a slight shiver down my spine.  It felt nice.  "Why don't you join me for
lunch then?  It's much more fun having someone to chat with while you eat,"
she suggested.

   "Sure, I guess.  Oh, and thanks for letting me use your phone," I said,
remembering that Mom wanted me to thank Lisa.

   "You're welcome, dear.  Come on, let's eat," she said, her smile still
on her face.  We decided to eat at the bar restaurant.  There were about
three or four to choose from and we both agreed that we did not want to go
back outside into the humidity.  The air conditioning felt too good.  I put
my shirt back on, wrapped my beach towel around my waist, and put my
sand-covered sandals back on.  I could feel the loose sand shifting around
against my feet as we walked towards the bar.

   We sat at a table for two and the wait staff promptly came over to serve
us water and provide us the menus.  The food they served at the hotel was
decent enough.  There was not a lot of local fare on the menu since the
hotel mainly serviced American tourists and not locals.  I wanted a
cheeseburger, plain and simple.  I quickly placed the menu on the table and
looked around the bar area.

   "So how old are you, Justin?" Lisa asked from across the table.

   "Me?  I'm 11."

   "And your parents left you here all by yourself?"

   "Yeah, I don't need a babysitter.  I'm not a little kid anymore," I
replied to Lisa's question.  She chuckled in response.

   "Yes, I know.  You don't need a babysitter and all that," she continued
through her chuckle.

   "They'll be back later than they thought.  Mom said around dinner time."
Lisa put her menu down and gave me a bit of a surprised look.  She did not
seem to be that concerned that my parents were going to be returning late.

   "Oh, wow.  I guess you'll be by yourself for a little bit longer." The
waiter then came back to take our food order.  I ordered my cheeseburger
and Lisa ordered a taco salad.

   "Yeah, I'm gonna go back to the room and watch TV or play some video
games or something.  Maybe I'll take a nap." It was then that I started to
feel a slight itch inside my swimsuit.  Then, I remembered that I had been
rolling around in the sand after being hit by so many waves.  I was sure to
have more than a fair share of sand up my shorts.  I squirmed uncomfortably
in my chair, trying to adjust myself so that the sand would not grind
against my skin as much.  Lisa must have noticed what I was doing as she
got a curious look on her face.

   "Are you OK?" she asked me.  I blushed, a bit embarrassed suddenly to
admit what I was doing.

   "Yeah....just sand up my suit is all," I added with an innocent smile as
I shied away from here in my chair.  She chuckled lightly and brought her
hand up to her mouth to hide her smile.

   "Aww, how cute!" she replied.  I chuckled back at her, finally being
able to sit comfortably.  It felt like something had really gotten wedged
up in there well, something pointy as well.  Rocks normally were smooth if
they were in the surf, so this had to be something like a piece of shell or
coral that had found its way down between my legs.  All of that squirming
probably loosened it from the waistband of my trunks and got it to where it
was now.  I could feel a bit of a sting between my thigh and my balls when
I hit it at a bad angle.  I stood up for a brief moment and shook my hips
around, hoping it would dislodge whatever had gotten stuck.

   When I stood up, I noticed that Lisa had never stopped staring at me as
I moved.  She was keeping a keen eye on me for some reason or another. 
Looking down at my waist, I shimmied out of my beach towel, causing it to
crumple at my ankles.  I shook my hips again, more rapidly this time, so
that the shell could find its way out.  It did not seem to work, though.  I
could hear her chuckling again, presumably enjoying the little dance moves
that I was showing off for her.

   "Those are some nice moves," she said as she continued watching me.  I
stepped out of the sand-covered towel and sat back down.  It was the
hotel's towel, so I expected that they would simply come by and pick it up
to be cleaned and reused at some point.  The sting was gone for now, at
least.  It was probably a good idea that I take a shower to get the rest of
the sand and other junk off of my body before settling into the room.

   "I had to get it out.  It was sticking me!" I replied, still smiling.

   "Must have been in a bad spot.  I know how little boys can be," she
said. Her comment made me blush.  I normally did not think much about that
area of mine.  I knew it was there, I kind of knew what it was for courtesy
of fifth grade sex education, and I also knew that if I felt uncomfortable
down there that it would really, really hurt if something hit the wrong
spot.  I wanted to see if I could get my mind off of what had just happened
and looked up to face Lisa.

   "So, are you here with anyone?" I asked her.

   "No, just me.  I take a fancy vacation each year to places like here in
Puerto Rico.  Sometimes Hawaii, sometimes Europe.  I try to go at least one
place a year outside the US."

   "So you don't have a husband or kids or anything?"

   "Nope, just me.  I've been more focused on my job and career and things
so I didn't really think it would have been fair to have a husband with a
wife that he never saw.  Same thing with kids.  I love kids, but I don't
want any for myself."

   "Oh, that's why you wanted to talk to me, then?  You just wanted to talk
to a kid?"

   "Yeah, I like talking to kids that I meet on vacation.  Boys and girls.
They keep me young and up to speed on what's going on in the world of kids
these days." She paused and put her elbows up on the table.  She rested her
chin in one of her hands and gazed deeply into my eyes.  It felt a little
weird being looked at like this, but I was not getting too uncomfortable.
It was rather refreshing to hear this coming from an adult.  Normally,
adults I knew did not really take the time to talk to kids and enjoy our
company.  They expected us to speak only when spoken to; to be seen and not
heared.  I liked that Lisa was treating me like an actual person who could
carry on a conversation about most things.  I was not going to be able to
wow her with my knowledge of current events or politics, but if she was
interested in kids' stuff, I could talk for as long as she wanted me to
talk.

   "Well, what kinds of stuff do you usually talk to kids about?  Toys? 
Books?  Sports?" As I asked her the question, I could see the waiter coming
out of the kitchen with what appeared to be our food.  I peeked over Lisa's
shoulder and she turned herself to see that it was our waiter with our
food. He served us and was on his way.

   I picked up the burger and immediately began to wolf it down.  I guess I
did not realize how hungry I was after not having breakfast and spending
most of the morning jumping through waves.  Lisa was watching me eat as she
held a piece of her salad in place on her fork, amazed at my appetite.

   "Justin, don't eat so fast.  You're going to choke," she cautioned.  I
put the burger down and chewed my food a bit more before swallowing.

   "Sorry.  I guess I didn't realize just how hungry I was." The rubbing of
my shin had since stopped after the waiter arrived, probably because we had
to concentrate more on eating our food than anything.  We continued eating
together and I told her a bit more about myself.  She seemed to take an
interest in the fact that I was a baseball player and had me tell her all
about our past season and who my favorite players were.  She told me that
she really enjoyed watching any kind of baseball and the conversation kind
of took off in that direction.  She was telling me about my favorite team
from before I was born and what kinds of players they had back then.  I had
heard stories about the past accomplishments of the team, but I had never
really heard about how they played from someone who had watched their
games. Lisa never did tell me how old she was.  Mom always did teach me
that it was never polite to ask a woman how old she was, but judging by her
knowledge of what happened, it would have made her at least thirty five to
forty years old.  Maybe younger.

   After Lisa and I talked about baseball, she told me a little bit more
about herself.  She was from California and was a very successful lawyer in
the entertainment industry.  She was not an agent or anything, but she did
tell me that she had worked with a few famous people before.  She told me
she was a copyright lawyer and had to spend a lot of time studying lots of
Hollywood film history as part of her job.  She told me about stuff like
how the original Star Wars movies were shot compared to the more recent
releases.  It was all really interesting stuff and we kind of lost track of
the time as we were eating lunch.  We had both long since finished our
lunches and spent much more time talking.

   As we were chatting, I would occasionally feel something brushing
against my leg.  Now that I had my towel off, I could feel something soft
and a bit cool against my shin.  I tried not to take a peak underneath the
table, but after a bit longer, I could tell that Lisa was rubbing her toes
against my shin.  The touch, again, felt good and relaxing, kind of like
how she stroked my back earlier in the lobby.  I was starting to get goose
bumps long my skin going all the way up to my arms.  I did not stop her,
though.  Her touch was more than welcomed as we sat chatting.  She
eventually grabbed a few bills from her purse and left a nice tip on the
table for our water before rising.

   "I think I'm going to go back upstairs to my room and take a shower to
wash the salt out of my hair," she said as she slid her chair back
underneath the table.  I got up and well and began to tidy up my place. 
"Would you like to come with me?" she asked.  I was unsure of how to
respond to her.  So she was going to take a shower while I just sat there
and waited for her to come out?  Then again, if it meant that I could keep
talking to her and having her treat me like an adult, then that seemed OK
to me.  It sounded a lot more entertaining than going back to my own room
and playing video games and watching TV until my parents got back.

   "Sure, I guess.  Thanks," I said as I walked with her towards the
elevators.  The bar restaurant was very close to the elevator landing.  The
other guests at the hotel paid us no mind as I could have easily passed for
Lisa's son.  We got on an elevator after a brief wait and Lisa pressed the
button for the tenth floor--the highest floor of the hotel.  By comparison,
my room was on the third floor.  "Wow.  I've never been to the tenth floor
before.  You must have a really nice view from up there," I commented.

   "Sure do," Lisa replied.  "Oceanfront view suite.  It's gorgeous to look
at the deep blue ocean from up there." Soon enough, we arrived on the tenth
floor and Lisa led me to her room.  Sure enough, she had a corner suite
that overlooked the ocean.  Her suite was split into two parts, the living
room and the bedroom.  The living room also had a window the looked out
over the pool area.  You could also see the San Juan airport from there
along with the planes taking off.  "Justin, come over here and see," Lisa
called out to me from the bedroom.  I walked quickly into the bedroom and
she had opened up the balcony sliding glass door for me to see.  Walking
out on to the balcony, I could see all the way up and down the shoreline.
The vast Atlantic Ocean was in front of me with numerous other resorts to
the east and west along the beach.

   "This is awesome!" I said enthusiastically, never having seen the beach
and the surrounding area from such a high vantage point before.  I could
see everything from up here, the other resort beaches, skyscraper
condominiums, and all kinds of palm trees lining up and down the coast.  I
came back inside the room with a smile.  "Thanks for letting me look,
Lisa." I saw that she had taken off her beach cover up and was standing
once again in her blue patterned bathing suit.

   "Sure thing, sweetie.  You wanna come into the shower with me?" I froze,
not sure how to react.  She continued, "Don't worry, we'll be keeping our
bathing suits on," she said reassuringly.  "Unless you want to take them
off, that is," she added with a wink before going inside the bathroom.  She
held the door open for me and I followed her quietly inside.  I was not
nervous as she assured me that we would be keeping our bathing suits on as
we showered.  There was a part of me, though, that did catch on to her last
statement that if we wanted to take them off, we could.  I was a bit
curious to see what she looked like with no clothes on, but she was
probably just teasing anyway.  The bathroom was a bit larger than our
bathroom but it came with the exact same amenities.  There was no larger
bathtub, just a bit more space to move around.  I heard Lisa turn on the
water as I leaned against the sink, finally getting a chance to take a good
look at her.  I had bumped into her briefly in the waves and I remembered
her body being soft to brush up against.  I did not see which part of her I
had bumped into, but I figured that she was soft all over.  I continued
looking at her as she tried to set the water temperature just right, a
small smile coming over my face.

   She turned on the shower and stepped inside.  Looking back at me, I
guess she caught me daydreaming because it took her a few tries before she
got my attention.  I blushed when I saw her giving my a playful glare and
motioning for me to join her in the shower.  I smiled back and stepped into
a stream of warm water flowing over my body.  Lisa came in behind me and I
turned around to face her.  She started to run her hands through her hair
to get at the sand and salt that might have settled there.  I kept watching
her as she stood underneath the shower faucet and watched as the water fell
off of her body.  As I watched drips cascade down her body, my eyes often
came back to her chest.  I was right at her chest level anyway and I could
not help but be mesmerized by her curves.  I could feel myself beginning to
get a little stiff inside my swim trunks as I kept staring.  I knew it was
rude, but there was something that just drew me to her.  And besides, she
was the one who had invited me to take a shower with her although we were
still clothed.  I guess she could tell that I was looking at her chest
because I heard her chuckle.  Her head was at an angle such that she looked
down at me as her hands ran through her hair.

   "And just what are you looking at so intently?" she asked.  She did not
sound like she was scolding me and I slowly looked up at her, my
embarrassment at being caught more than evident on my face.  She was still
cheerfully smiling at me despite my rude staring.

   "Sorry...." I apologized.

   "No, don't be.  Little boys your age can't help but stare at boobs when
you see a pair that you like," she commented.  She then rose her hands up
to her chest to cup her breasts, playfully raising and lowering them in
front of me.  "And you like mine, don't you?"

   I swallowed hard before responding, unsure if I should reply honestly or
play it off.  I was still young enough where I could plausibly pretend that
I honestly did not like girls and thought they were gross and all.  Or, I
could have been true to my prepubescent curiosities and the hormones that
had not yet taken over my body.  It seemed to me that if she was flirting
with me like she so blatantly was now that she had to have some kind of
sexual interest in me.  I found it a bit strange and scary at the same time
that Lisa was a woman who preyed on kids like me.  It could have very well
gone badly if I politely declined her advances.

   "Yeah...." I replied honestly and looked away, ashamed that I had
admitted it.  Lisa chuckled lightly again and placed her hand under my chin
to raise my eyes up to hers.

   "Well, then, why don't you place your head against them and I'll wash
the sand and salt out of your hair too.  Would you like that?" I felt a
rush of excitement overtake me.  It was all I wanted to do short of
touching them.  I felt my embarrassment and apprehension fade away slightly
and I looked up at her excitedly.  A smile broke across my face for the
first time since coming into the bathroom with her.

   "Really?  Can I?" I asked.

   "Mhmm.  I think it would be nice, don't you?" she said as she took a
step backwards to lean against the tile wall of the shower.  "Come closer,
dear," she beckoned as she waived me closer.  I gingerly placed the side of
my head against the cleft of her cleavage with a beaming smile on my face.
Below the neck, I was still stiff as a board simply because I did not know
if she wanted me to do anything with my hands or arms.  I soon felt the
water rolling over my head and Lisa began to run her fingers through my
hair.  Her touch was once again inviting and she started to massage my
scalp a bit before washing my hair thoroughly with the water.

   "Would it be OK if I hugged you too?  This feels nice," I asked.

   "Sure thing, cutie," Lisa replied.  I slowly raised my trembling arms to
grip around her waist.  It was then that I noticed that her heart was
beating just as quickly as mine was.  I could feel her pulse as I rested my
head against her chest and she continued to wash my hair.

   "Justin....There's a reason why I asked you to come up here with me
today," she said suddenly.

   "Yeah?"

   "I was watching you on the beach ever since you arrived there.  I made
sure that I bumped into you when you were in the water.  I figured it was
the best way to grab your attention," she said, giving me a warm, inviting
smile and looking deeply into my eyes.  She let go of my chin and began to
trace her forefinger over my cheek and to my lips.  "I like cute young boys
like you.  You're the cutest I've seen on this trip and I wanted to get to
know you a little better." I smiled at the complement.  I had never been
called cute by an adult before, especially not one as pretty as Lisa was. A
slight smile broke on one side of my lips.

   "Hehe.  You like me?" I asked.  "You mean like you wanna be my
girlfriend or something?" She blushed at my question.  I guess she was
amused by the sheer innocence of what I asked her.

   "I want to be more than that, dear," she started.  She then placed my
head back between her breasts and held it tightly in place.  "If you want
to," she paused, I could still feel her racing pulse against the side of my
face, "we can have all the sex you want for as long as you're here, Justin.
I'll show you what you need to do, don't worry." She began to stroke my
head gently as her breathing picked up.  My head rose and fell and I could
feel her heartbeat by now.  "But if you don't want to, you're not forced.
You can walk out the door right now and we can both pretend like this never
happened."
   Truthfully, I was not about to turn her down.