A little anklet, so loose and delicate, crowned her bare foot.
It was a tiny, threadlike chain that glistened in the Caribbean sunshine. It seemed out of place to what little else she wore: a pink bikini with huge ruffles blooming in every direction, masking that her little tan-lined breasts that were barely enough to pinch. Her soaked hair was tied back in a purple hair tie, not in any overdone way, just a casual ponytail to hold it back. A pair of swim goggles were stretched over her forehead, failing to hide the ruddy pimples underneath.
I saw the anklet disappear into the bubbling water as she stepped into the hot tub.
I'm a decent man. I tried to avert my eyes to other things happening on the cruise ship, but she kept looking at me. Every time I met her gaze, a sheepish smile cracked from her lips. I thought about how many other people were looking in this direction and what they would be thinking.
I shifted without getting up, trying to think of something else. Maybe they had cleaned up that spilled salsa in the mess hall by now. The art action wasn't until much later at night, but there a little coffee shop by the ship's gallery. I was considering leaving when she spoke.
"I like your beard," she blurted out, eyes fixated on me. When I looked back at her she tittered uncontrollably, a blush spreading on her cheeks. She couldn't hide her smile. So innocent, yet mischievous.
"Thank you, sweetheart," I replied.
She continued to stare at me, squirming like a lobster in the bubbles. Her foot brushed mine under the water.
"Oh sorry," she muttered, pulling it back.
"No," I replied. "I liked it."
I don't know why I admitted that, but her eyes lit up.
Soon, she was rubbing my feet with hers. Occasionally, she would go far enough that the anklet touched one of my toes. She moved on to the shins, then the calves. Her soles felt so silky and young against the hair on my legs.
By now, she was biting her lip, her eyes aflame with desire.
I had spent years imagining situations like this. I had considered what I would do or say. I had believed for so long that my resolve to do the right thing was stronger than any perverse, secret desire I had hidden away from the world.
But that was always in my imagination. Fantasies didn't smell like bubblegum shampoo. Fantasies couldn't touch me, or gaze me in the eye, or giggle with delight when I return the attention. A fantasy couldn't sink into the hot tub with me and seduce me. A fantasy couldn't slowly rub its feet up my legs until they were inches from my cock.
"Where are your parents?" I asked.
"They're sleeping in the room," she said.
I smirked. "The cabin, you mean?"
She rolled her eyes. "Yes. The cabin."
"Did you get one of the small cabins?"
"Yes," she said. "The bathroom is smaller than my closet at home."
"I've got one of the bigger ones all to myself," I said.
"No fair. Can I see it?"
Just what I was hoping to hear.
The anklet was the only thing she left on. She stepped into the shower with me, her clammy body pressing against mine as I turned on the water. The purified seawater washed down my back before it had any chance of touching her.
"You're blocking it all," she whined, trying to squirm around me.
It had been surprisingly easy bringing her with me. She didn't exactly look like me, but the fact that we were both white was probably enough for people to assume she was my daughter. Even holding her hand meant nothing to the flock of strangers we passed.
As the water poured over both of us, I wasn't really concerned with bathing. She didn't seem to be, either. Just a quick scrub to get rid of the poolwater and I turned off shower.
For a few seconds we made silent eye contact as the boat gently rocked us. Water dripped from her skin and hair. A gust of wind blew against the side of the ship. I hadn't shut the door, so the light from the sunset was reflecting off the vanity towards us.
"Are we going to have sex, mister?"
"Yes," I declared.
I grabbed her all at once to surprise her. She giggled as I paraded out of the head into the cabin. I threw her soaking wet right onto the bed and jumped on top of her. I couldn't care less if we soaked the bed.
I kissed her hungrily. Her mouth tasted like soda and chocolate cake, those little brownie squares from the mess hall's desert bar probably. There was more that I wanted to taste.
I grabbed her knees and yanked her legs into the air. I went for her right foot. Her pruny toes tasted salty. I wanted more and more.
"That tickles!" she laughed. Her giggling was so sweet and pure it made me want to keep going even more. Her feet scrunched and squirmed as I gobbled them like a pig at the trough. Her anklet had slid downward to rest on the meat of her calf. I thought about taking it off for her, but I liked the way she looking wearing it and nothing else.
Lighting flashed in the distance. A clap of thunder hit a few seconds later and she let out a frightened yelp.
I slid her toes out of my mouth, string of saliva stretching out from my bottom lip to the ball of her foot.
"It's OK if it storms," I huffed. "I'm here with you."
"My hero," she whispered.
I yanked her legs apart and dove straight for her waiting pussy. My upturned Irish nose collided with her hymen and I considered pushing it through, but I held back, knowing my cock would be far better prepared to break it with pleasure. Instead, I feasted on her dripping pink lips, a surprisingly meaty pair that reminded me of butterfly wings, and sucked at her tiny, pulsing clit.
The room tilted, throwing me off balance. That must have been a big wave.
I continued eating her pussy and she squirmed nearly in sync with my tongue as I devoured her princess parts.
"Oh, mister that feels so good," she sobbed, a tear running down her cheek. "I want to make you feel good too. Lie down, pretty please?"
I got on my back and watched as she straddled me, another wave nearly knocking her off the bed with the motion of the room.
I didn't even have to move or coax her. She gritted her teeth, gripped the sheets, and forced herself downwards onto me, impaling her own hymen with my water-shrunken cock entirely of her own accord. It was like it was an instinct.
Her legs were surprisingly powerful. They stretched and contorted impressively as she rode me aggressively. Thunder roared and the waves swelled to a chaotic roller coaster of rises and falls as she wrecked herself with my cock.
"You know how to move your legs," I commented. "Do you do cheer?"
She shook her head. "Gymnastics," she panted, squeezing her tight pussy on my cock.
I grabbed her hair. I rolled on top of her and plowed her with as much force as I could to the symphony of thunder. The room kept spinning and lurching as I ravished her tight hole.
When my climax hit I somehow didn't see it coming. My body convulsed as I spewed hot seed into the little girl's womb. I collapsed on top of her, then rolled off to the side as the waves continued to rock the boat. Seemingly more gentle now.
"I have to go now," she whispered. She touched her pussy and looked at a dribble of my cum on her fingers. "Daddy's going to kill me."
She reached to her ankle and unfastened the little chain. She handed it to me before she got up. I didn't say anything as I watched her put her bikini back on.
She opened my cabin door, blew a kiss to me, and was gone.
I studied the anklet in my hand. My vision slowly went blurry before a tear dripped from my eyes to the stainless steel.