"Stop it, Robbie!" young Catherine cried. "God, you're such a pain sometimes."
"Awe - but you said we would when we were on vacation," Robbie whined.
"I did not! I said maybe -- if it felt right."
Robbie tried rubbing up his dream girlfriend's thigh again, cautiously, but with the 'if it felt right' bit giving him another idea. "But you know how much I love you, Catherine," he whispered as he kissed her neck. "You know I've never even kissed another girl in my whole life!"
"Oh that's just silly," Catherine scoffed, though she allowed his hand to edge a little way beneath her skirt that time.
"No it's not," Robbie whispered to her. "You know you're the only girl for me ever since we were kids."
They had grown up as neighbours and playmates and Robbie had always expected a natural progression to boyfriend status. He had just turned 19 and had been hoping that with Catherine turning 18 he would finally get past 1st base. He had felt her up a few times lately and even rubbed her through her panties, but his constant erection had yet to be called upon.
"You know you're the only girl I'm ever going to love," he went on, kissing her ear and searching up under her skirt a little further again.
"Robbie! I said no! What if our parents come back? It's not exactly the best place to be doing it when my dad could walk through the door any minute."
"Awe, they're not going to be back for ages. They said they're going to check the resort out and that means shopping for hours and our dads will be at a bar somewhere for sure."
"Well anyway this just isn't going to happen right now," Catherine declared as she pushed Robbie away and got up off the couch. "I want to go check out the beach. Are you coming?"
They were in the apartment Catherine and her parents were staying in. Robbie was staying with his parents next door. They vacationed together at least once a year, usually camping, but this summer they had decided on an up-market island resort. Which was another thing Robbie had figured would favour his chances of finally getting his eager young dick wet. What, with the romance and all - surely he'd be getting lucky before the end of the week.
He watched through the tiny opening in the door that Catherine hadn't quite closed behind her. She stepped out of her panties and pulled on bikini bottoms. He caught a flash of her neatly trimmed pubes as she turned past a mirror then she tossed her bra and he saw her perky little breasts full on before she tied her bikini top in place.
"Come on then," she said as she brushed past and out the door, and Robbie grabbed his towel and hurried after her.
The elevator opened into the foyer of the resort and that led to the pools, bars and gardens. Beyond that was the beach, and Robbie caught Catherine's hand before she stepped down onto the sand and he pulled her close for a kiss.
"I didn't mean to get pushy again," he said apologetically.
Catherine responded with another kiss. "I know. It's okay. I just want to wait until it's perfect before our first time."
They remained there at the top of the stairs leading down to the beach kissing and cuddling with Catherine warming to at least pretending to go steady. She had to give him credit for persistence, and it was flattering enough to make her want to play along with his fairy-tale fantasy.
They were kissing and talking and they hadn't noticed George, the old maintenance man, leaning back on a broken down jet ski watching them.
**** George was a pot-bellied, grey haired man of 56. He had been working at the resort since vacationing there 10 years ago and scoring a job. He never bothered going home. He just called his old boss and told him to shove it then moved out of his suite into the bungalow behind the maintenance workshop. He had spent every day since living a life of relaxation in the sun, and ogling every hard bodied bikini girl that sauntered past.
Right then old George was puffing on a cigarette and looking young Catherine over. She had a very pretty face and beautiful green eyes, long blonde hair and golden brown skin. Her legs were slender and her hips were slight, though feminine. He could nearly squeeze his big old hands around her waist it was so tiny and she had perky little tits with upturned nipples just visible through her white bikini top.
He watched her stroll by clinging to the arm of a gangly boy with one of those stupid hair styles that looked like birds were nesting on the back of his head. He forgot about the boy though and concentrated on the sway of the girl's hips and the way the little wrap around skirt she had on was swishing across the back of her thighs. He imagined with a nice womanly hip action like that she would be a good fuck. He imagined how good she could grind over his old cock if she was riding him cowgirl style. Or maybe reverse cowgirl so he could reach around and feel her little titties while she was at it.
These were typical thoughts for old George whilst ogling a young hard bodied bikini girl but he struggled to remember the day he could actually get any action like that. He would occasionally score with one of the many single mature women who frequented the resort, but there was no harm in checking out the young ones he reasoned as he flicked his smoke and went back to work on the jet ski.
"Morning, George! How they hanging?"
"Andy! Yeah good, son. How'd you get on at the airport?"
"Easy! Got there just before time and no delays." Andy was a mid-thirties man who had been at the resort for a week hiring out one of the jet skis every day. He had been vacationing with his wife and two children but had delivered them to the airport that morning.
"Fuck I've been looking forward to this," he said, stretching and looking around at the beach. "A whole week without the wife and kids! Thank god for business!"
