One more day! Only one more day, to remember for the rest of his life!
Chapter 9
Paul could detect a change in Lisa the next morning from the minute she walked out her father's door.
It wasn't just what she was wearing, although that was different. Today she had on a little pink suit, linen perhaps, over a lacy white blouse. The skirt was short, mid-thigh or above.
She took a step, and something in her posture made Paul look to her feet. Yes, she was wearing little pumps, with tiny high heels. And her legs-she was wearing stockings, pantyhose probably.
Her hair was washed and brushed, and it shined like gold over the shoulders of the pink linen jacket.
But it wasn't just the clothing the suit, the stockings, the high heels. It was something in the way she carried her body. It was a body that understood itself better, and it didn't try to hide it.
When she stopped to glance in the pool. Lisa bent from the waist, her hands on her knees. The pink linen skirt didn't quite go up as far as her panties when she bent over, but Paul could see where her pantyhose changed color, and his cock bulged in his robe.
Paul was suddenly conscious of the dryness in his mouth, and of the stubble on his unshaven cheeks. He stepped quickly into the bathroom and splashed after-shave on the stubble. He got back just in time to open the door for her.
"What a lovely outfit!" Paul said.
"Thank you! Daddy bought it for me to wear home on the plane! Do you really like it?" She twirled around the room for him, making vague imitations of the movements of fashion models. Paul was delighted, and the new sophistication be had sensed in her in the courtyard melted back into the child who blushed when she heard dirty words.
But there was something decidedly womanly about her, too. When they moved into the bedroom, she asked for a hanger and carefully hung up her new jacket and skirt.
Paul watched her ass wiggle-she was wearing pink bikini panties under the hose and thought how that attire it looked in grownup lingerie.
She shrugged the lacy blouse off her shoulders, revealing her breasts, nipples already hardening with desire. Paul lay on the bed waiting for his lover to undress. Was she the little girl he had met by the swimming pool, who had told him she had never been kissed?
"Do you like my pantyhose?" she asked. She could still giggle.
"Very cute!" Paul said. "They make your legs and ass look very grown up!"
Lisa slipped the ultra-thin stockings down her long thighs, carefully slipping them off her little feet. Even her panties were new-pink satin, with lace panels on both sides.
"New panties, too!" Paul said. "Turn around!"
Lisa twirled a couple times. Her panties were cut tight in back, so they showed the crack of her ass between her well separated buttocks "They're very sexy!" Paul said. "Let me take them off!"
Lisa jumped over and hopped in bed with him. Paul took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. She responded the same way, almost tearing his robe off. They hugged and kissed, caressing each other's bodies.
"You never did kiss me everywhere on my body!" Lisa giggled.
"I know!" Paul sighed.
"You could kiss my breasts again, though, if you wanted to!"
Paul kissed her neck and shoulders, working his way toward her immature breasts, budding but not yet fully ripe, topped with womanly nipples, dark red and puckered for pleasure. He kissed the shallow valley between her tits and then started giving oral stimulation to the nipples themselves.
"Oh, yes. That's what I wanted!" the little girl sighed. "It always feels so fine when you suck my nipples, Paul!"
While his tongue and lips played with her breasts, Paul's right hand was caressing her panty-clad loins. He fingered the budding mound of her immature pussy-hill, feeling the smooth satin cloth under his fingertips.
"Now you're touchin' my pussy!" she giggled.
The satin panties were amazingly smooth under his fingers and followed the contours of the young girl's body. He felt down between her legs, and she squirmed with pleasure under his touch.
"You always like to play with my pussy for a little while before you take my panties off!" Lisa whispered.
"It's true!" Paul admitted.
"Do my panties turn you on?"
"I guess they do!"
Paul rubbed the crotch of her panties until the soft satin was pushed up into her crack. He could feel her little slit through the material.
Lisa squirmed and giggled. "That feels funny!" she said. "Do it some more!"
Paul stroked her crack through the tight crotch of her panties, making her squirm with delight. He could feel the moisture soaking through the satin.
"You're getting wet!" he told her.
"I know!" she giggled. "It really feels good, down there!"
Paul slipped his finger through the leg-hole of her panties, and touched wet, slippery, soft flesh. He crooked his finger and felt it slip between the swelling lips of her little slit.
Lisa gasped and wiggled. "Now you're touchin' my cunt, Paul!"
Paul moved his hand up on her belly and slipped it down the front of her panties. He cupped her cunt-mound in his palm and gave her crotch a tender squeeze. Then his finger found her clit, and Lisa moaned as her little lust-button started thrilling from his touch.
Paul didn't remove her little panties until they were completely soaked through. With her free-flowing pussy nectars. As soon as he had pulled her panties off her legs, Lisa was spreading her thighs for a good caressing.
"Let's touch each other!" she moaned. "I'll jack your cock, and you can finger-fuck me!"
They cuddled up together, fondling each other's genitals. Paul shivered when Lisa's light fingers tickled the hard knob of his dick.
She caressed the quivering tip, and then started sliding the skin up and down the shaft, the way he had taught her days ago.
"I love your cock!" she breathed. "I love to make it feel good!"
Paul slipped his fingers up and down Lisa's juicy little crack. He dipped the nectar out of her brimming slit and smeared it all up and down her crotch, covering her clit and her asshole. He caressed all her pleasure places, making her shiver and writhe with passion.
Lisa's little ass squirmed on the bed. She couldn't lie still, Paul's fingers were turning her on so much. She could feel her little clit throbbing, and she knew her pleasure fluids were spilling out of her slit.
"My pussy feels so-o-o-oo good!" she sighed. "It feels so good, I can't hold my ass still!"
She slid the loose skin up and down the stiff shaft of his cock, making his crotch tremble with pleasure. His balls thrilled with good sensations, and his ass tightened and relaxed spasmodically. Droplets of moisture leaked out his twitching piss-slit.
"You jack my cock so nice!" he told her.
"You taught me how to do it!" she reminded him.
"But you have such a fine natural talent!" he laughed.
Paul started concentrating on her little clitoris. He smeared her little lust-button with cunt-honey, and rolled it under his fingertips. That made Lisa gasp with joy, and her little ass wiggled even harder.
"Oohh! You're rubbing my clitoris!" she giggled. "I didn't even know I had a clitoris, Paul, till you showed me!"
Paul stroked her little clit until it was as erect as a little nipple. He squeezed it between his thumb and finger, making her flinch with joy.
"Aahh! Oooowww! Aaahhhh!" she gasped. "Oh, Paul, you know what that does to me! OOOhh, my clitty!"
Paul held her tiny pleasure organ and jacked it like a miniature cock, faster and faster, until Lisa was threshing around all over the bed. Bone-wrenching thrills of pleasure were washing through the little girl's body, making her shiver and moan.
"Ooohh, Paul! No! Stop! It's too much!" she whined.
Paul stopped and moved his finger down to her little slit. It was swollen open with passion, and his finger penetrated instantly. It was so soft, and yet so tight!
"Yes, yesss," Lisa sighed. "Oh, yes, that feels so good! Oh, Paul, I love it when you fingerfuck me!"