seemed to take that as
permission and I felt her hand rubbing her clit harder and faster. She took several gasping breathes,
paused a second and then came. Her slim body shook and she cried out with a gasp. She gave another
shake as she finished her orgasm and she lay tense against me. I held her tight, hugging and caressing,
letting her know it was alright to come with me there. "Shush, sweetheart, shush."
She relaxed and her body melted against mine. We lay like that for a minute and then she said, "Pizza?"
"Yes, sweetheart. Time for pizza."
I moved to get up and she did as well. Her long hair was wet, her lithe young body was glistening and
she looked very happy. Orgasm and now pizza was my guess. I helped her towel and I partially dried her
hair and put it up in a towel. Smiling at her, I said, "We can wear bathrobes." She looked puzzled and I
said, "I'll show you." We went out to the room, both nude except for hair towels and I too a robe from
the closet and helped her put it on. I closed the robe and tied the sash. I didn't want her to feel
uncomfortable. Then putting on my robe, I phoned room service and ordered dinner.
We chatted about simple things and I gave Isabella another soda, and then poured some more wine. I
was determined not to bring up the sex we shared. If she wanted to, that was fine. After several
minutes, she did. "Kathy, please do not tell my auntie what we did. She caught me with two boys who
were touching me...down there, and she was very angry. She said...only bad girls did that."
I gave yet another reassuring smile. "I won't sweetheart. I promise. And you're not a bad girl. Just don't
tell auntie I said so," and I smiled again. She smiled back, happy to conspire with me. When her pizza
arrived she was even happier.
As she ate her dinner and I nibbled at my salad, I looked at her and felt a tinge of remorse. But the
memory of her body against mine as she climaxed soon put that aside. She chatted as she ate. "At first I
didn't like the boys touching me but later I did. Sometimes a boy wants me to kiss his...."
"Penis?" I offered.
"Yes, that's it. But if I do that he has to kiss my..."
"Special place?" I offered.
She smiled. "Yes, that's it. My special place. Hector said he wanted to put his...penis in my special place.
But I said no."
"That's good, sweetheart. Don't do that. That's how babies are made."
She giggled. "Yes, Maria told me that. Her sister had a baby and she is only fifteen. So I just let Hector
kiss me there. It feels good but not as good as the water. When I did...what you did, it felt so good, much
better than Hector."
I smiled at her and said, "Yes sweetheart, it really does feel good. And that's not a bad thing, just don't
tell your auntie."
She nodded her head in agreement. "I won't even tell Maria, or Hector."
I felt slightly ashamed as I said, "It will be our little secret." But again, the memories of how she felt
against me had me getting moist.
Isabella, having ate her fill, said, "I like that," and looked satisfied.
As much as I wanted to return to the Jacuzzi, I wanted her hair to be dry. Standing up and walking to
her, I took off her towel and felt her hair. It was still damp. "Come with me, sweetheart. I want to dry
your hair. Again she looked puzzled. "You'll see," I said as I took her hand and led her to the bathroom.
I was sure she had never seen a hair dryer, so I used it on my hair first. She looked amazed. Then I let the
warm air current flick over her face. She giggled again. Then, taking my brush, I started to dry her hair.
She stood still as I used the brush and dryer. She was looking at herself in the large mirror. I
"accidentally" let my robe open. I could see her looking at me and I moved a bit to the side to give her a
better view.
I kept my attention on her hair and let her gaze at my reflection. "You have beautiful hair, sweetheart."
She kept silent and her hand went to her sash. After only a few seconds of
permission and I felt her hand rubbing her clit harder and faster. She took several gasping breathes,
paused a second and then came. Her slim body shook and she cried out with a gasp. She gave another
shake as she finished her orgasm and she lay tense against me. I held her tight, hugging and caressing,
letting her know it was alright to come with me there. "Shush, sweetheart, shush."
She relaxed and her body melted against mine. We lay like that for a minute and then she said, "Pizza?"
"Yes, sweetheart. Time for pizza."
I moved to get up and she did as well. Her long hair was wet, her lithe young body was glistening and
she looked very happy. Orgasm and now pizza was my guess. I helped her towel and I partially dried her
hair and put it up in a towel. Smiling at her, I said, "We can wear bathrobes." She looked puzzled and I
said, "I'll show you." We went out to the room, both nude except for hair towels and I too a robe from
the closet and helped her put it on. I closed the robe and tied the sash. I didn't want her to feel
uncomfortable. Then putting on my robe, I phoned room service and ordered dinner.
We chatted about simple things and I gave Isabella another soda, and then poured some more wine. I
was determined not to bring up the sex we shared. If she wanted to, that was fine. After several
minutes, she did. "Kathy, please do not tell my auntie what we did. She caught me with two boys who
were touching me...down there, and she was very angry. She said...only bad girls did that."
I gave yet another reassuring smile. "I won't sweetheart. I promise. And you're not a bad girl. Just don't
tell auntie I said so," and I smiled again. She smiled back, happy to conspire with me. When her pizza
arrived she was even happier.
As she ate her dinner and I nibbled at my salad, I looked at her and felt a tinge of remorse. But the
memory of her body against mine as she climaxed soon put that aside. She chatted as she ate. "At first I
didn't like the boys touching me but later I did. Sometimes a boy wants me to kiss his...."
"Penis?" I offered.
"Yes, that's it. But if I do that he has to kiss my..."
"Special place?" I offered.
She smiled. "Yes, that's it. My special place. Hector said he wanted to put his...penis in my special place.
But I said no."
"That's good, sweetheart. Don't do that. That's how babies are made."
She giggled. "Yes, Maria told me that. Her sister had a baby and she is only fifteen. So I just let Hector
kiss me there. It feels good but not as good as the water. When I did...what you did, it felt so good, much
better than Hector."
I smiled at her and said, "Yes sweetheart, it really does feel good. And that's not a bad thing, just don't
tell your auntie."
She nodded her head in agreement. "I won't even tell Maria, or Hector."
I felt slightly ashamed as I said, "It will be our little secret." But again, the memories of how she felt
against me had me getting moist.
Isabella, having ate her fill, said, "I like that," and looked satisfied.
As much as I wanted to return to the Jacuzzi, I wanted her hair to be dry. Standing up and walking to
her, I took off her towel and felt her hair. It was still damp. "Come with me, sweetheart. I want to dry
your hair. Again she looked puzzled. "You'll see," I said as I took her hand and led her to the bathroom.
I was sure she had never seen a hair dryer, so I used it on my hair first. She looked amazed. Then I let the
warm air current flick over her face. She giggled again. Then, taking my brush, I started to dry her hair.
She stood still as I used the brush and dryer. She was looking at herself in the large mirror. I
"accidentally" let my robe open. I could see her looking at me and I moved a bit to the side to give her a
better view.
I kept my attention on her hair and let her gaze at my reflection. "You have beautiful hair, sweetheart."
She kept silent and her hand went to her sash. After only a few seconds of
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