Plucked by the Poolside

"You here alone?" I asked, already knowing the answer. The girl I asked tried to look coy and surprised, but we both knew that I'd been staring at her for most of the hour. She was sprawled on one of those poolside chairs, tucked away in a corner out of sight from the main resort and the majority of the activity in the pool.

She paused, the flitting of her eyes giving away the answer before those thin little lips of hers could even say it.

"For now, yeah." she smiled, and I smiled back.

It was the second day of my little getaway at a timeshare, just south of San Diego. Had a few vacation days to spend. I didn't expect to get anything more than just drinking a little more than usual, maybe smoking through the reefer I brought with me. A few buds were only half an hour out, and I was thinking of maybe having a little get together barbecue. Just a few relaxing days away from the bustle of the city.

What I didn't expect was some action, and that's exactly what I was starting to want now as I stood there, hitting on some teenage cutie who'd sauntered into my vacation less than an hour ago.

"Mind if I sit here?" I asked, gesturing towards the empty reclining chair next to her.

I could see her grow a little more flustered. It was obvious she'd never been hit on by some stranger like this. But if the slight blush and shift of her legs was evidence enough, it was obvious she liked it.

She gave me a quick nod.

I made myself at home, setting aside a Corona I'd picked up earlier at the poolside bar. I could feel her eyes on me as I stretched out my legs, breathing in a deep breath. I'd felt them before. Curious eyes furtively looking when she thought I wasn't, peering at me above the edge of the iPhone that looked so ridiculously large in those dainty hands.

I'd seen her yesterday too; we'd checked in around the same time. But the difference was that yesterday, she wasn't strapped into a tight two piece bikini like she was now.

I tilted my head towards her, casually raising the bottle to my lips with a playful raise of my brow. Our eyes locked for a moment before she looked back to her phone, trying to hide the smile that curled on her lips. In the meanwhile, it was my turn to stare. And I didn't try to hide it either.

She was Asian, most possibly Korean. Almond eyes complemented the jet black of her hair, looking a little more dark brown in the sunlight, tied up into a ponytail. She was about average height for a young teenager, probably coming up to my chest if we were to stand in front of each other. But Jesus, as young as she was, her body was already coming into itself.

She was a little skinny, sure; I could see the faint outline of her rib when she walked around. But it only accentuated how tight she looked, how long her legs stretched out. I let my eyes linger around her flat belly, at the way her cute belly button rose and fell with her breath. Her chest, almost just as flat, rose and fell in tandem.

She had an even tan all across that smooth, smooth skin of hers, from her cheeks all the way down to her toes. She probably lived a little close by, and with her lack of an accent and general laxness, it was obvious she was born here too.

She kept scrolling through a feed on her phone, trying to look disinterested. I could almost see those eyes trying to not look my way.

I caught myself when I realized my beer was halfway gone--I was staring at her for longer than I thought.

I sat up, setting my beer on the little table between our chairs.

"Your parents know you here?" I said, the bluntness of my question turning her face towards me. She stumbled over herself a bit.

"Uh, yeah."

"So where are they?"

"They're uh, just golfing. They like that stuff."

Perfect. I didn't say it out loud, she could probably tell what I was thinking with my grin at her answer. She had come here knowing full well that her parents would be occupied. And I was starting to wonder if it was exactly what I was thinking.

"Well that's good." I winked at her. "Wouldn't want them to worry about you."

She gave me another smile, a less nervous one this time. With the sense of security that I wouldn't have our little meeting be interrupted, I kept going, trying to see how far I could get with this little game.

After a few more exchanges, I got the conversation rolling.

Her name was Lily.

Turns out her parents had the same idea as me. Take a few days off, bring her with them seeing how she was on summer vacation. She said she was an only child, so she easily got bored every time she and her parents came. The corner we sat in was always her favorite spot to waste time away while her parents golfed and lived it up together. She was in that frustrating teenage middle ground where she wasn't young enough to really talk to any of the other kids, but merely on the threshold of adulthood, where she couldn't truly enjoy the nightlife or talk to anyone else.

The trip also doubled as a little gift; she'd just turned eighteen last week, and according to her annoyed sighs, she hadn't had the opportunity to really celebrate it yet. I was skeptical of her claims, but she looked innocent enough to be honest with these sorts of things. Besides, I was far past the point of caring, especially when her long legs stretched out so tantalizingly in the California sun. I tried my best to keep eye contact.

"Lucky I ran into you then, birthday girl. Big 18. Let me help you celebrate it." I said. My Corona was empty at this point. I glanced at it, before words spilled from my lips before I even thought about them. "Want me to get you a drink?"

The offer surprised her as much as it did me. I could only think of the ramifications if I got caught. She certainly didn't look close to drinking age, that's for sure. I thought this was it. The jig was up. Lily would see me as a creep and we'd part ways, and that little flirtation was that.

But to my further surprise, she only smiled, almost mischievously.

"Why not?"

A few minutes later, and we both had bottles of Corona. We clinked them and I stared her down over my bottle as she tentatively raised her own to her lips.

She drank beer like it was vodka.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, trying my best not to hide it. I wondered if she'd even ever had alcohol before. I tried hiding my amusement, wary of embarrassing her. She was trying hard, and I almost looked away when she tilted the bottle higher and winced as she tried drinking it all down.

She got to a third before putting the bottle on the table. She tried playing it off as if she drank Coronas every weekend. I gave her an impressed nod.

Needless to say, conversation flowed more freely afterwards. My jokes landed each time, dumb, trifling little things that somehow made her giggle until her cheeks turned pink. It wasn't until I'd finished my second bottle that I started to flirt more with her, laying it on thick.

She never deflected or shied away, and before I knew it, she was doing it back. Innocent little conjectures, inquiries about my own personal life that were too specific to just be casual banter. Although it was obvious that this was her first time doing this sort of thing (the most she'd probably done was flirt with boys at some party), her effort was impressive.

We were both sitting up now, facing each other. The proximity of our faces made itself aware when the conversation died down a bit, and Lily tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, looking away from my eyes.

Then, again, to my surprise, Lily broke the silence with a question that had me flustered.

"So you're staying alone?"

She looked at me out of the corner of her eye as she fiddled with her phone.

I took a moment to gather my thoughts. Was this innocent little thing really coming onto me?

"Yeah." I said. I wanted to see how she steered.

I could almost hear her nervous pulse as she looked away from me again, lips in a cracked grin.

"Where are you staying?"

"Here at the timeshare, of course."

She giggled at that, daring to even reach out and punch one of my arms. I loved the dimples in her smile, the way her eyes looked at me as she laughed. She bit her lip and my own pulse started going berserk. Lily was fucking cute.

"No, seriously." she said.

I took another moment, and I looked deep into her gaze. Nervousness aside it was obvious that this was the turning point. After sitting here and chatting her up, I never even noticed that the game was almost over.

A rush of thoughts came over me as I brought my hand to her knee. She started at the contact, and her eyes again looked around to see if we were safe. I brought my hand up, gliding it atop her leg, my palm sliding against her thigh. She started breathing through her mouth, and I could see her hands grip the reclined chair until she was whiteknuckling.

I could only hear the rapid hammering of my pulse as I took the gamble all the way, and slid my hand sensually onto her waist. Her skin was smooth as silk, almost warm to the touch. I kept my hand there, resting on the dip of her waist, my thumb a mere few inches away from that cute slit of a belly button that had my mouth water.

Then, I answered her question.

"I could...show you."

This was the answer we both wanted. I knew it. I loved the way her breaths quivered from her lower lip, and I watched her tongue wet it as I slid my hand off her waist, down her leg, off her knee, as if I'd never touched her.

But then I saw that defiant spark in her eye. Within moments, she stood, playing the jittery nervousness off like she had with the beer earlier.

"Alright, that's cool. My parents don't expect me back until way later anyway so we're chillin'."

I was dumbstruck. This little tease had me rise to my feet without even a crook of her finger, and within moments, I was leading the way, trying to make sure that my little friend in my swimming trunks was on his best behavior as I led this Asian cutie back to my room.

She never even finished her first Corona.

**

The walk there was quieter than I expected, but it wasn't as quiet as it was now as we both stepped through the door and into my room.

I still couldn't believe I had this teenage cutie standing in front of me, the tan tightness of her developing curves just a few inches from my reach. As soon as this thought crossed my mind, my heart kicked when her hand shot out to grab my wrist. Her almond eyes locked with mine for a moment before she turned away, leaving my gaze locked onto the smooth nape of her neck.

I awkwardly trailed behind her until we were both in the center of the room. She turned, grinning sheepishly at me. Her eyes shifted down my shirtless chest. Her light grip on my wrist trailed up my arm. I knew exactly what to do next, but I waited. Waited for her awkward prod at initiation.

"Well?" She asked, raising an octave from that collected tone she had earlier.

I smiled back at her, wrapping my wrists around her waist. I pulled her in, a sigh slipping my throat at the feeling of her cool skin against mine. I slipped my hands up from her waist to her smooth arms, wrapping them in a soft grip, running the cool skin from her wrists to her shoulders against my palms. Her expression broke at the contact, biting her lip at the feeling of my abs against her soft midsection. She had to look up at me, star-struck. Even if she wasn't a virgin, she hadn't had one quite like me before.

All the more reason to take my time. Vacations were meant for relishing.

Slowly, I leaned down and pecked her lips. She tensed at the contact, standing up on her toes to push back into me with a sigh of her own. Her hands ran up my back, nails softly tracing my muscles. Not to be outdone, my hands snaked down her skinny form, past the band of her bikini bottom and giving the bare skin a squeeze underneath. The surprised squeak she let out sent a shock through me.

My mouth curled into a grin. "Too fast?" I teased.

She shook her head quickly, as if I were going to take her back out to the kiddie pool if she said otherwise. I let out a laugh, and she smiled in return before I resumed kissing her.

This time I pressed a bit harder, shifting my lips to suck in the pocket of air between her cheeks. She kept up, pressing back in an amateurish attempt to match my aggression. Our mouths swirled together as I gave her tight ass another squeeze. She groaned against my teeth, tightening her arms around me when I rolled my hips into her stomach. I was hard as a rock.

Without prompt my feet slowly guided us towards the bed behind her. Our kisses grew deeper, more hungry as Lily shifted her head, opening up her lips to let my tongue slide against her teeth. By the time the back of her thighs hit the foot of the mattress, my tongue was swirling in savorous circles between her cheeks. Her breaths rushed against my face as she let herself become overwhelmed. My hands smoothed up from her ass, one of them planting onto the hold of her lower back, the other gliding against her stomach. I felt a pulse of heat below my own stomach. I was growing impatient.

I slowed my kissing her for long enough to get her settled on the bed. My tongue slipped out from her mouth, letting her breathe mouthfuls of heat against my face. She gave me a look that was as nervous as it was desperate. I didn't need to feel her to know she was wet. She sat down onto the mattress, her body weight barely able to make it squeak as she scooted up to support herself on her arms. Her skin made a delicious contrast against the white of the sheets, and it called to me like a magnet.

As soon as she was down, I was on top of her. She let out a pleased squeak, running a soft palm against my chest. I matched her by running a thumb against her bikini bottoms, noticing her thighs squishing together just at the contact.

She was as eager as she was delicate.

My head surged forward, revealing my mounting hunger with deep kisses. Her hands gripped tight to my hair as she tried to keep up, her small mouth smacking in wet clasps as I sucked more breath from her lungs.

"You done this before, babe?" I prodded in between kisses. I caged her head between the pillars of my arms, her ponytail splayed out behind her head. She looked up at me with a demure look that had me wrapped ever-tighter around her finger. If the way she flushed at the word 'babe' didn't give it away, the pause she gave before nodding would have.

A lie. If she had experience, it wasn't much.

If she wanted to go home with a story to tell her friends, I'd give her one.

I gave another taste of my tongue as I fell onto my forearms, leaning in closer. I needed more of her, and I started chaining kisses away from her delicious lips down from her cheek to her neckbone.

"Don't leave a mark." She gasped shakily. Her skinny body writhed as I gently sucked on her neck; it was the hardest fucking thing in the world not to give it a bite. I settled on a soft kiss and worked my way down.

I let my left arm support my weight as I crawled down her body, my right hand groping her small chest in a way that made her bite down into her thumb. My heart pounded at every inch of her that I tasted, my tongue sliding against her collarbone, my nose inhaling the mixed fragrance of her scent and sunscreen. My chin scraped against the colorful fabric of her bikini top before the hand that was groping it shot up to her neck. I couldn't help but grip it gently, feeling her gulp, hearing her yelp when I gave it the slightest squeeze, feeling her breath and her pulse thrum against the coil of my palm and my fingers.

The moment of aggression passed and I found the knot of her bikini behind her neck. I gave it two pulls before ripping the fabric off her and tossing it to the floor. I pulled back, my breath growing heavier at the sight of her chest; what she lacked in the swell of her breast she made up for in the perfection of her pebbly nipples. Her days in the sun only barely tarnished the natural creaminess of her breasts, leaving a near-perfect circle of skin paler than the rest of her body rimming the perimeter of her nipples, peaked and a chocolate brown like Hershey's Kisses.

Only a moment later and I had one of them between my lips. For the first time that day, Lily squealed. Her body shook against me as I sucked, my tongue flicking against the tip of her tit, my right hand partaking by giving it a pinch. Her fingers dug hard against my scalp. She moaned as I kept licking, kept sucking. I didn't ask for her permission to leave a mark; I knew that whatever bruises I left would be covered by her bikini later anyway, and right now all I wanted was to eat her alive.

I shifted to her other breast before my right hand shot down to her stomach. I reveled in the feeling of her core muscles flexing in the excitement of arousal. I pressed down with my palm against her womb, earning a surprised hiss before I pressed on southward.

I slipped my fingers into her bikini bottoms, letting her thighs crush my fingers in a shifting pocket of heat and softness as she excitedly crossed them. I was right: she was soaking.

"Oh...sh-shit!"

Lily's voice was a breathless hitch, her back arching upwards as my middle finger rubbed against the slickness of her folds. I did that a few times as I kept sucking on her chest, her entire body shaking in overwhelming excitement. She only shook more violently when my finger pressed against her clit, drawing hot circles that I knew were driving her crazy.

Lily's growing desperation drove me off her chest, her breasts glistening in my spit. I grinned at the red marks of my teeth I imprinted on the delicate flesh that was unblemished only a few minutes ago.

I was half-tempted to keep sucking on them, but the hand that shot at my wrist told me there were more pressing matters; there was somewhere else my mouth needed to be.

I withdrew my hand from her bikini bottoms, leaving her to catch her breath as I crawled off the bed, my hands at her hips. My fingers found the knots keeping the only fabric left on her thin frame. A few tugs and I tore it off, throwing it over my shoulder. I was on the floor now, my breath growing shallow at the sight of this Korean teen buck-naked on my bed. To think that only a couple hours ago she was some cutie I was casting glances at as she said goodbye to her parents.

I made my way off the bed completely, standing at the foot of it as Lily looked up at me. She had her thighs squished together still, one of her fingers in her mouth. I gave her a reassuring grin as I leaned forward and put my palms on her knees. Slowly, gently, I rubbed them up her smooth, long legs, squeezing the silky smoothness of her thighs before rubbing them back up to her knees. She sighed and closed her eyes tight before she finally let my hands pry her legs open.

I gulped. The knot in my loins tightened.

Lily's pussy was shaved completely bare. Just like her breasts, the sun from her daily life hadn't breached this intimate area, leaving a triangle of unblemished creamy skin that made my mouth water. I watched as her arousal slowly dripped onto the sheets. Her pink clit poked through the tight crevasse of the dark brown of her labia around it, almost winking at me.

I was on my knees before I knew it, my hands tight around her waist. I dragged her across the sheets to bring the irresistible warmth of that young pussy front and center to my face. I breathed her in, breathing in that heady scent of arousal that only served to make my fingers grip her tighter. I could only hear my own pulse as I closed the distance between her wetness and my tongue.

Her fingers found my hair the moment my tongue found her engorged clit. I gave it the same ravishing treatment I gave to her breasts, feeling her grow only wetter with each flick and swipe of my tongue. Her thighs squished tight around my head, her soft skin muting the squeals and the curses that spilled from her lips. Lily pulled at my hair with a ferocity that forced tears into my eyes. I decided to match her by shoving two fingers into her snatch.