Sun Screen

by Androgyne

"Heatwave" and "England" seldom go together but here I am, on the beach, in a deckchair, wearing a bikini way too skimpy for a large lady. Before me, on the sand, a family have spread their blankets. Dad and son dashed off with a football while mum sleeps like a log. Beside's her the daughter draws my eyes like a magnet.

No more than eleven! Dark silky hair cropped short, her body a honey gold hue. Desire stirs within me. Twice she's turned her head to glance at me, the third time she sits up to proffer me a plastic bottle.

"Could you put some on for me please Miss? Mum's asleep!"

To touch that silky skin is pure delight! Gently spreading the gobbet of citrus scented oil across her back is bliss. From the nape of her neck, down the delicate vertebrae, my fingers trail to reach the cleft of her buttocks. Then, moving up, her calves and lean thighs get my attention. Reaching the V of cloth I dare to oil her inner thighs. Then, perhaps insanely, my fingers brush the taut crotch of her briefs.

Guiltily I glance around but people are looking and not SEEING. A youngish grandma or an auntie is tending to this child? My fingers move back, she doesn't flinch or retreat, she presses back against my fingers, slightly spreading her thighs. I intensify my rubbing and caressing as my own body reacts. Hardening nipples and a warm trickle between my thighs tells the tale. Probing the soft flesh through the thin cloth makes her gulp and gasp softly.

Screening my actions with my plump body, I stimulate her delicate labia, and her body stiffens. She seizes two handfuls of her blanket in a tight grip, shudders, and then my fingers feel warmth and sticky dampness as she stifles her climax into a grunt. Without touching myself my own orgasm strikes me like a lightning bolt!

My vagina feels aflame as I rise, on rubbery legs, to flop back onto my deckchair, as a hot gush of my fluids spurts from my crease to soak my trembling flesh. The enchanting child lies prone for a while before rolling over to fix me with a seraphic smile. Then the smile flickers and fades into nervousness as she points to the crotch of my emerald green briefs. A large, dark, stain is spreading there. Evidence of my passion.

Next I gaze down at her and gesture to her pale blue costume. A similar mark is blooming round her vulva's zone. Panic flickers on her face! Come on Lily think fast, you've ducked trouble before. Gripping her hand I rise to tug her toward the incoming tide, trotting towards the gentle waves. We splash into the chilly water until we both have our bikini bottoms immersed in the green sea. We splash around then return, costumes soaked and darkened, to my chair and her blanket.

She settles to grin at me one more time; I smile back at her, secretively, around us the beach's hubbub continues, her mother sleeps, while my body glows ecstatically.