Waterjet Spotting

by Thom

I travel by car on business. When I get to the weekend, instead of heading home, I stay in the motel I’m using until the Monday when I drive to my next appointment. I stay in the motels because it is over the weekend that the little girls turn up.

I have been very selective about the motels that I use. They have all been selected because they have indoor pools and hot tubs. But not just any in door pools and hot tubs but pools with water jets that are just about 3 feet below the edge of the top and hot tubs with water jets that shoot straight up out of the seats. In other words, water jets that little girls can use to get off on.

I have seen little girls hang on the side of a pool at a water jet for what seemed like hours. I have seen them fight with their sisters over using them. I have seen a group of girls that didn’t even know each other, take turns using them, even timing each other to make it seem fair. As far as I can tell, they don’t talk about what it is that makes the water jets so attractive that they would behave in that way. And their mothers don’t seem to acknowledge what is going on with the water jets even when it involves a large group of girls organizing themselves in this strange activity of taking turns hanging onto the side of the pool. A large queue formed around them. Some of them with their hands between their legs, not believing they have to wait so long to get back at it.

Most of the time I’ve just been able to watch. Little girls in bathing suits that at the right angle reveal their little camel toes pressing against the thin material. Little girls in last year’s suit that make their bodies even more prominent. The little bikinis that they wear these days, just barely covering their flat little nipples and their pert little bottoms. Not really even barely covering their pert little bottoms, typically driven up into their cracks showing their ass cheeks and giving them wedgies.

When I get a chance, I try to make contact with one of the girls. Try to acknowledge that I know what they are up to. That I like to do it too. I know what the game is all about. It creates a little conspiracy between us. A secret that might lead to other secrets. Mostly though it leads to my returning to my room with visions of nearly naked little girl bodies, masturbating for hours on a water jet while I watch. Which leads to my own masturbating for hours thinking about them. Wanting to be with them. Touching myself pretending that I am touching them.

Just a few times though, it has become something else than that. It has turned into something memorable. Based on those few times, I keep at it, because I think lightening will strike again someday.

The first time I made contact, real contact, was a little girl who said she was six. She was with her grandmother for the weekend. She was playing in the pool by herself. No one else was in it at the time. After watching her for awhile hanging around the water jet I decided to jump in for a little swim. I did a couple of serious laps until I made sure that the grandmother had returned to her book and wasn’t paying any attention to either one of us and then I dogpaddled up to the little girl.

I asked her if she was enjoying the water jet. She couldn’t really talk, just nodded. She finally blurted out that it was like when her mother touched her. Oh, really, just like that I responded trying not to show too much surprise. I asked her if her grammy knew that her mother touched her that way and she said no that it was supposed to be a secret. I wouldn’t tell anyone, would I? Well, of course not, who would?

She wanted to know if I wanted to touch her like her mom did. I said yes as long as that was part of our secret and she hardily agreed. We moved to the steps that led into the pool. I sat on the bottom most one so that my shoulders were almost covered by the water, thinking that any movement would be mostly invisible.

The little girl sat facing me on my lap. Her legs were spread open quite wide as she straddled my legs. She obligingly held the bottom of her suit aside so that I could have an unobstructed path to her cunny. I slid my middle finger back into her crack and caressed her back hole and put my thumb on her kitty and rubbed. I asked her about the speed and she begged me to go faster. She bent forward, putting her head on my shoulder. Pacing myself with her breathing, I helped her climax, breathing heavily into my neck.

I wanted desperately to touch myself while I was touching her but I elected not to draw any more attention to us then necessary. I decided to delay my pleasure until later which was a good thing because the grandmother had taken notice of us and was headed our way. I see you’ve made a friend Melissa. She’s not a bother you is she, the grandmother wanted to know? No, what a sweet child, you must be very proud of her. We were just horsing around. She was showing me how well she swims.

I was so aroused that I had to make a stop at the hot tub before I went back to my room. It wasn’t going to be the orgasm I would have when I was along with my hand and my toys but it would be enough to take the edge off. The little girl went back to the water jet and I went over to the hot tub and started the jets. I moved the crotch of my suit off to the side of my labia so that I could get the full force of the jet on my clit. The little girl was just a few feet away, the edge of the pool where its water jet was about ten feet away from the hot tub. We were staring into each other’s eyes as we stimulated ourselves at the same time. She was only holding on to the pool side with one hand. I imagined that she had pulled her suit material to the side as well. Our breathing became rhythmic. I think we came at the same time.

I whispered good bye to her and blew her a kiss when I left for me room. The little girl waived and that was the last time I saw her. Back in my room, I stripped off my wet suit and ran a towel quickly over my body to soak up most of the moisture. I was in a desperate way to touch myself. I needed big guns so I grabbed a vib and lay down on the bed. I opened my legs placed the head of the vib right on my swollen kitty. I came in torrents, wave after wave remembering my touching the little girl, my fingering her slit, rubbing her clit until she came in my arms.

At twelve, my next little girl was at the beginning stages of puberty. Her body had begun to sprout the beginnings of her breasts, her butt was becoming curvy. She was also starting to demonstrate that adolescent independence and obstinate will that mother’s of girls that age become horrified of. Turns their lives into nightmares. For me, though that was to turn out to be a dream come true.

The girl and I connected in the hot tub. I knew by the way she was positioning her bottom and the dreamy look in her eye that she was arousing herself with the jets. I imitated her the best I could so that she would get the idea that I was in on her game. Smart girl that she was, she got it right away and when I told her we needed to take a break from being in the hot tub too long, I mentioned the water jet in the pool I said we could pick up where we left off in the pool but we’d need to take turns. She admitted that she knew about the pool and was surprised that I used it too. Didn’t I have, well other ways, of taking care of myself. Sure I said, my hand and toys but I like water jets and I like having someone else around. I was alone, you see, traveling on business.

She understood exactly and reported that she had girl friends that did it with her when they had sleepovers. That is, did it at the same time. Do you ever touch each other I asked? Once with a very close friend but mostly they just touch themselves. None of them have ever used a vibrator but they all want to try it sometime. I let her know that it spoils you but it can be very, very good and faster than your hand.

We had moved to the pool by this time and were taking turns on the water jet. Her mother was back in their room. She was going to go back there to change for dinner but had a couple of hours on her own until then. She wouldn’t mind trying a vibrator if I wanted somebody to touch myself with that is. What a great idea. You’d do that for me? And I’d be happy to let you use my vib.

I really, wanted to make love with her of course (molest her is what I really wanted to do but we have to keep this above board as they say) but I was going to resist that urge unless it presented itself as obvious as the nose on my face. We were just two friends masturbating together and I was going to have fond memories about it for years, forever probably. We went to my room straight away and stripped off our wet suits. We wrapped ourselves in the big fluffy towels from the room and went and sat down on the bed cross legged facing each other. I put my toys between us on the bed, plugging in the one that needed electricity. All of the others use batteries.

We were both a little nervous at this point but I tried to relax both of us and seduce her at the same time, not an easy task. I let my towel sort of slip off of me as I showed her my various vibrators and how they worked. She wanted to know if you had to put the one inside that looks like it is designed to go inside. I said no, it works just fine touching your sweet spot from the outside, better really. Sometimes I put it inside though because that gives you a different feeling. You can try it both ways if you like and see. I sure wanted to see her do that but wasn’t sure she would.

She took her towel off and tried each of the vibrators on herself. Watching her was arousing me and I had to touch myself. She noticed that and offered me one of the vibs. I told her I would use one that she didn’t pick for herself. She finally settled on the electric one. It goes the fastest and I told her it can become addicting, it works so well and you can get off many times at a sitting. I picked another one and we stretched out a bit on the bed. I grabbed a pillow and lay next to her, my head to her feet. Opening our legs, she crossed hers over mine and we had a nice view of each other while we masturbated. She watched my technique and I just watched and rubbed the vib over my clit. She came pretty quickly and I followed. From there we kind of alternated coming, each one arousing the other as we did.

After a bit of being lost in our revelry, we became aware of the time and knew that she had to go. I was dying to touch her but it wasn’t to be. She thanked me for sharing my toys with her and put her bikini back on and we said good bye. She hoped we could see each other again but in a doubtful way. I told her I would like nothing better but it would be quite the coincidence and its never occurred.

My most recent water jet little girl turned out to be bait for a trap that her mother was setting. Once I became ensnared in it, I was elated but for a short while I thought I had been caught at my game.

My target was around 8 or 9. Very cute and wearing last year’s two piece which was just barely covering any of the parts they are designed to cover. The bottom was almost entirely wedged into her cunny and back crack, more like a thong. She had been spending quite a bit of time at the water jet and her mom was reading. I watched until I started to get agitated and needed to touch myself. I first thought about using the hot tub jets but decided to take chance on the little girl and sharing with her. Maybe her mom wouldn’t notice.

I jumped in the pool and gave my self a pull or two to ease the tingly feeling and then did a half dozen laps, finally stopping at the end where the little girl was. I asked her if she liked the feel of the water flow on her and she nodded that she did. I told her I did too. Without my noticing, her mom was suddenly beside me. She asked her daughter if she had made a new friend. Her daughter said that we had been talking about the water flow and how it felt good to be next to it. The mother then asked me if I liked water jets. Casually I said oh sure, in a knowing kind of way hoping we would get a good laugh out of the joke. We did giggle and then Mom asked me if I liked little girls. I was taken aback by the question and didn’t know if I was going to have the police called on me for harassing her daughter with talk about masturbating in the pool.

I think little girls are the cutest things I said carefully, trying not to sound lascivious. The mother said she felt the same way and shared that she and her daughter liked to use the water jet to get tingly and then go to their room to take care of it if I knew what she meant. Oh, I sure do know what you mean, why I do the same thing. You do? Well, my daughter and I like to have company of like minded women and girls. Would you like to join us? Why that would be lovely, I replied.

How was this going to play out I wondered as we went to their room. We all stripped off our wet suits. Wet bathing suits are a great excuse to get naked and dry. We got on the bed and Mom had her daughter climb up on her lap facing me. She indicated I was to sit opposite them so I could watch and do whatever came to mind. First the girl touched herself and then she asked her mommy to do it for her. Her mother who had been touching herself underneath the girls butt and massaging the girls breasts, broke off both of those to touch the girl. One in front caressing her sweet spot and the other underneath fingering her back hole. The girl’s bottom was tilted up in my direction so that I had a perfect view of this. I proceeded to open my legs for them and pull on myself, coming easily watching the girl be serviced by her mother.

The mom then declared that the little girl come sit on my lap and I could do whatever I wanted to her while she watched. This worked exceptionally well for me because I wanted desperately to get my hands on the little girl. She climbed up on my lap and faced her mother. I first wrapped my arms around her and gave her a hug and then moved the palms of my hands down her torso toward her thighs. The little girl opened nicely for me and I began to probe her tight, bare little mound. The little girl moaned and wiggled with as I stimulated her, becoming aroused with my touches. I was also becoming aroused and was going to need get a hand on myself soon. Mom though was quite excited watching her little girl being touched by me. She had inserted three of four fingers inside her vagina was pulling on her clit with a couple of fingers of her other hand.

I turn the little girl around and lie back, pulling her onto my face in one strong motion. She eagerly mounted me, pressing her kitty into my mouth and nose. Her little girl smell was intoxicating, pee and the sweet smell of her come. With her off of my lap, I was able to get a hand on myself while my free had probed the backside of the little girl, caressing her crack and trying to get a finger into rosebud which I was finally able to do by using some of my own come to lubricate my pinky.

This view of my bottom and what I was doing to her daughter really pushed Mom over as I heard her nearly screaming out orgasm after orgasm. Before I knew it though, Mom had substituted her own mouth for my hand and was servicing me with her tongue and a finger. It was my turn to come in a torrent and the little girl joined me as my tongue lashing increased in its intensity as I started to come.

We settled down after that to heavy breathing, turning to panting and too soon to normal gasping. Embarrassed almost I think about what we had done, I sensed Mom and her daughter wanted to be on their own and I said my thanks and I said my goodbyes.

Gathering my stuff, just covering myself for common decency, I got out the door and headed to my room. Once there, reliving my time with them, enhanced with my toys, has indelibly imprinted it in my mind. And I head off tomorrow to my next business appointment but that isn’t as important as my next motel stay.