Chapter 6
The man was very good looking, Tina decided, and just the right age, about forty or maybe even fifty. Even though a man looking closely at her, through all the make-up she wore, and the extremely grown up clothes, would have guessed her age in a minute, most just saw Tina as an exceptionally attractive female, period.
Others, like the British man who was chatting to her outside the hotel, saw how young she was and felt that she was all the more desirable because of it.
This man knew better than to invite her into the hotel for a drink at the ritzy bar; no bartender would serve a girl this young, but the girl, after a couple of minutes of standing on the corner, talking with the foreigner, was demanding that they go somewhere more quiet.
"I'd love a drink," she said.
"Well, I have a bottle of American Rye in my hotel room," the man offered. "I was going to take it back to the U.K., but I would much rather share it with you, dear! Shall we take a private tea break?"
He extended his arm, and Tina linked her hand through his elbow.
"You are very strong," she murmured, feeling the defined, hard muscles under his trench coat. He was a full head taller than Tina, and the girl felt small and light beside him, just the way she liked to feel.
Ever since Tina had started making it with older men, she looked back on her days of fooling around with the Salton boys in dismay. Boys were so callow.
And men had such big, hard cocks.
And they knew how to fuck.
Now, going up in the elevator with this man to the top floor of the Haldorf, Tina hoped that British men were as good to fuck as Americans.
The man, who told Tina that his name was Charlie, asked her a few friendly questions about her school, letting Tina know that he had no allusions about her age. "A private school?" he asked. "Do you wear a uniform?"
Tina walked ahead of him into the room. It was big and posh, with a formal sitting room, a big bathroom, and a bedroom in the back. Tina liked men with money, there was no doubt about that.
"We do," she told him, plucking at the buttons of her cashmere coat. "It's terrible, it takes me look like I'm about twelve! That's why I always make sure I look okay when I go out."
To prove her point, Tina slid out of her coat, revealing the severe, clinging lines of the minidress. She laughed and shook her head as she did, letting her light hair settle down over her shoulders.
She felt the Britisher's eyes eating her up, and her cunt responded with a warm, squishing throb.
"Now about that drink ... ? " Tina asked after a minute of looking around the room, making sure that the man got a chance to study her body from all angles.
"Rightho," he replied, the slender backs of Tina's thighs and calves making him cheerful with his lust. "With water; I believe that is the way Americans take their Scotch, I mean, rye."
"How do you take it?" Tina wanted to know, settling back on the sofa, tucking her legs up under short dress so that, when he got close enough, Charlie would be able to see right into the bare vee of her pussy.
"I take it straight."
"Me, too."
"Are you sure it won't be too strong?" he wanted to know, the girl's gentle, sexy voice heating him up as he worked at the bar.
"I can take it," Tina assured him.
As he handed the powerful drink to her, their fingers touched. "I can handle just about anything," she smiled up at him, letting her tongue dab the side of the glass suggestively as she spoke.
The liquor burned into Tina's mouth and down her throat, but she held back her wincing tears. She had taken drinks in several other hotel rooms during the last month, ever since she first decided that older men make the best lovers, but none had been this strong.
Not wanting to appear less experienced than she was, Tina downed the whole shot, and held out the glass for seconds.
Charlie filled it once more, and then sat down in a big armchair opposite the sofa.
Tina sipped more slowly now, feeling the hot ball of liquor in her stomach beginning to make her arms and legs and cunt tingle. She looked up at him, Charlie smiled back, his eyes looking at her appreciatively.
Theirs had only been small talk until now, about the man's visit to New York, whether he liked the food and weather and so on. Now Tina confronted him more openly, the liquor making her bold.
"What are you smiling at?" she asked. She let her leg slide out a little on the cushions of the couch, her skirt riding up another inch so that the merest bit of pussy fluff peeked out beneath the hem.
"You," Charlied countered.
Tina smiled back.
"Now what are you smiling at?" Charlied asked the young girl.
"Your hard-on," she replied.
Charlied laughed and looked down at his groin. His thick cock was almost completely hard inside his trousers, and even with their full, British cut, the pants could not conceal his arousal at being alone with this sexy schoolgirl.
"Do you like it?" he asked amicably.
Tina showed him just how much she liked it by standing up and walking over to his chair. Her skirt was still messed up at the waist, and Charlie could see the fluffy patch below her tummy almost entirely.
Tina was within reaching distance of his hand, and for the first time, he touched her, just above the knee.
Tina sighed under her breath as she lowered her face to his, caressing his strong, masculine neck just above his white collar.
As their tongues met and bandied back and forth between their mouths, Tina could smell the warm, tobacco-scented aroma that she had come to associate with sex, it seemed to Tina.
Charlie's hand was working softly up her thigh, feeling the youthful firmness of her limbs. Tina had the tits of a woman, but her arms and legs still had the sleek young animal look of a girl. She moaned as his hand brushed the ashen colored fleece of her mound.
Charlie was coming straight to the point, she knew. Most older men really took their time, kissing and caressing her with her clothes on, then stripping her, and then touching her naked tits and box. Charlie was burrowing his fingers right into her slot already, and Tina could feel how wet she was when those fingers slid deep and easy into her hole.
"Tina, dear," Charlie said unexpectedly, as they came up for air from their kiss and the older man pulled the girl, sideways, so that she sat on his lap like a child, arms around his neck.
"Tina, how long have you had such a bushy patch of pussy hair? It seems so luxuriant for a girl of your tender years."
"I guess I started to grow up when I was twelve or thirteen," Tina cast her thoughts back. She found the question kind of intriguing. "Yes, I remember that I had just had my thirteenth birthday when I decided I needed a bra."
She drew the man's hand up to her tits under the clingy dress. "No bra today," she added, feeling the man's fingers tighten around the full globe. Her nipple poked hard and hot into his palm.
Tina's bare ass and pussy sat squarely on Charlie's thigh, and Tina knew that her cunt juice was probably staining the British worsted. She wriggled, letting her hard clit grind against the forty-five year old's leg.
"Tina, dear," Charlie continued, his friendly eyes beaming with concern, "you would look much prettier if you didn't wear so much make-up. You have such a pretty face, and that make-up is so hard."
Tina felt a little miffed at that comment. "I think I look fine," she said. "Besides, I look like a kid without it!"
Tina felt Charlie's cock surge against her thigh.
"Tina, would you wash your face, just so that I can see what a pretty girl you really are?" He played his hand carefully. "A girl as sexy as you doesn't need to hide her beauty behind grease paint. Or behind all that pussy hair, either."
"I don't understand," the partially drunk girl said honestly.
"I think you would be much sexier with nothing but that pretty head of hair between your bare skin and mine," Charlied breathed in her ear.
Tina could feel her tummy and pussy fluttering madly as the man picked her up in his strong arms as if she weighed nothing.
She figured that he was taking her into the bedroom, but instead, Charlied carried her into the bathroom.
"Would like to freshen up, Tina?" he asked. Tina felt perfectly at home with the man and nodded her head. She had taken a shower with Joanne once, and it had been a very sexy experience, running the hard bars of soap between each other's legs and using the stuff as a lubricant to play with each other's ass holes.
But Charlie was running the bath tub, instead of the shower.
Charlie pulled Tina's dress off over her head, nuzzling his handsome face between her cushioning tits, and caressing her cunt folds softly as the tub filled.
Holding her small hand in his large one, he helped the girl climb into the tub and settle down in the bubbles.
Tina watched the man take off his jacket in the steamy room, and then roll up his shirt sleeves, having undone his tie.
Charlie knelt beside the tub on the white tiles, and Tina stayed quite still, her boobs floating on the surface of the water, as her British friend began to soap her face with a washcloth.
Carefully, he removed all of her make-up, and rinsed her face. Tina felt as if she were five or six again, when her nanny had soaped her face every morning and every night. With the same care that the nanny had shown the girl, Charlie began to wash the rest of her body, too.
Tina lay back against the tiles, sighing happily, while Charlie returned to the other room just long enough to get the bottle of rye. Tina sipped the liquor with the same pleasure as she might of felt drinking milk when she was a kid.
Charlie was looking down at her as just her hand and scrubbed face emerged from above the bubbles. She was very young.
When she had finished her third drink, Tina was ready for whatever this big, friendly man had in store for her. As he took the empty glass from her, he saw her reach out and blow bubbles off her hand at the thick, masculine erection that was tenting his trousers.
"Here, Tina, love, sit up a little," he told her. Tina balanced her body on her knees in the slippery tub, and then Charlie was able to cleanse her tingling cunt and little puckered ass hole as thoroughly as he had her face and tits and tummy.
Tina was sighing, her body alive and lulled at the same.
"I'll come any second now," she murmured dreamily.
Charlie rubbed his fingers back and forth along the valley between her legs, rubbing her clit and then working a finger into her hole, and then pressing his thumb against her ass. He held the girl tight, getting soapy water all over his shirt, as she moaned that she was coming, and her body began to convulse with release.
Charlie was more turned on than he had been in years. His sexual career had been long and varied, and he never had any trouble picking up women of any age because of his wealth and attractiveness. It had been years since he had a girl this young, though, and he felt a surging pleasure as he contemplated making her look all the younger.
"Oh, Tina, you are a very nice girl," he groaned as the girl rubbed her hand along the length of his shaft through his trousers.
"Please, let's fuck, Charlie," she begged. Her grown-up needs were beginning to well up in her pussy. She needed to fuck!
"Before we do that," Charlie smiled at her, T have one other little request for you. I think it was smashing of you to let me wash your face; you're even prettier than I imagined! Now, let me make the picture complete."
"Complete how?" Tina asked, caressing his cock until she saw a drop of gism seep onto the fabric of his trousers.
"Let me shave off your pussy hair, so that you look the way you were meant to, naked and beautiful!"
Had she been under the influence of sex and cock only, Tina probably would have laughed, But the combination of wanting his cock inside of her and feeling the effects of that alcohol, she considered his request very carefully.
"I don't know," she said. "Will it hurt at all? I'll look kind of silly."
"No, no, not at all," Charlie assured her. "You'll look even more beautiful than you already do. You would make an old man very happy, Tina!" he told her.
They laughed. "Silly, you're not old! But I do want to make you happy! Will you do it? I don't know how to shave!"
Charlie stood the fragile girl up in the tub, telling her to grip the rail along side to steady herself. His razor kit held a can of shaving cream and a sterling silver razor. Tina giggled as the cold foam fizzed and spread thickly against her slit and lips, smothering her patch.
She bit her lip, keeping very still as the cold metal touched the skin above her patch. Charlie told her to relax, that he would never let the razor cut her.
Tina felt calmer after the first smooth swipe of the razor took off an inch wide ribbon of fur. He worked down only over the triangle on her belly, and soon her mound seemed to glow in its nakedness.
Charlie wiped away a few spots of lather before he had the girl sit down on the small bathroom stool, spreading her legs. Carefully, he applied the razor to the tender nooks and valleys between her legs, pulling her swollen labia taut with one hand while the other guided the razor.
The ash-colored curls were washed away with the bath water.
Tina was warm from her drinks and warm from the water that Charlie rinsed over her, to get rid of the bubbles and foam. When he held out a small hand mirror, the first thing that Tina noticed was that her skin glowed from the top of her naked forehead, right down to her hairless pussy.
"Oh, wow!" was all she could say as she held the mirror right down to her cunt and admired herself. She had looked at her pussy closely before, but she had never realized how much that luxuriant blonde muff had concealed it.
The lips were red and fragile, almost transparent looking, and her clit popped obscenely from between the pads of flesh.
"Oh, wow," she sighed again as Charlie picked her up in his arms again, carrying her into the bedroom. Tina sat on the edge of the bed, her head a little dizzy, as Charlie took off his clothes.
He was big, and only a small, warm beginning of a paunch told his true age. He had thick, curly hair that covered his broad chest, twisting down his belly to his groin, where a hard, red erection sprouted strong and proud.
Tina wanted that cock inside her NOW!
She reached up, fingers wrapping around the veiny, hot-knobbed shaft. But Charlie stepped back, holding her wrist so that she had to come up with him.
Tina laughed gleefully, being hauled up by that handsome handful of cock.
Charlie turned her around a little, facing the door of the bedroom.
"Look, Tina, look in the mirror," he commanded her.
Tina stared for over a minute. Charlie was the very image of the hot, older stud, his body big and powerful, his erection insistent and urgent with sperm and blood.
Tina was the picture of innocence.
Squinting her eyes, as Charlie told her to, Tina could ignore the firm, high line of her bust, blurring it, until she got only a fuzzy outline of her denuded body.
She looked, in short, like a naked twelve year old.
Tina felt the same kind of excitement that was pumping Charlie. "It's so DIRTY!" she shrieked happily. "Oh, wait, I know what to do!"
The girl ran to the dresser, her naked ass bouncing with girlish delight, as she searched among the man's cufflinks and tie clips and papers.
She found a comb and a pair of new shoe laces.
When Tina returned to the bed, her hair was in pigtails.
The forty-five year old groaned as he lifted Tina in his arms, his cock aching with pent-up sperm. Before he loaded it into her little girlish bod, though, he had to taste that pretty quim!
Tina' cunt lips were hot and swollen, and as Charlie laid her slender, creamy body back on the bed, she let her legs fall apart, feet dangling over the side.
Charlie knelt between her legs and licked his tongue straight down over the girl's shaved pussy. Nothing was separating his tongue and lips from her succulent flesh, and Tina practically screamed, so intense was the sensation.
Charlie nuzzled his tongue against her prominent clit, really rubbing it around and making her squirm, coming in a short, sharp spasm, before he dug his tongue into her hole.
Tina reached down and held her cunt high and wide, cooing to the British man to fuck her with his tongue.
Her naked cunt felt strange to her fingers, and she couldn't help exploring it a little as Charlie licked her flowing juices. She rubbed her finger along the ridge between her tummy and her clit, and every simple touch felt like a direct line to her clit. Within seconds, she was coming again.
"Oh, Mister, fuck me!" the mock little girl crooned.
Charlie ran his hand up the girl's body, gripping her jiggling tits tightly. "Roll over, Tina, dear," he whispered to her, using his hand in her pussy hole to urge her over. He placed a hand on each of her hips and coaxed her back onto her knees.
This way, the man thought to himself, she looks even younger when I can't see those tits!
Tina groaned, her pigtails bobbing frantically, as Charles inserted his cock in her hairless pussy.
Despite her frantic excitement, Tina's cunt passage seemed rather narrow as she felt that big cock spearing her. Possibly she had been turned on for so long, without him fucking her, that she was swollen up with lust.
Whatever the reason, Tina felt that she was taking a cock into her cunt for the first time.
She looked back over her shoulder at the man who was pumping her full of his prick. Sweat stood our on his forehead, and droplets of it rolled down his face and onto Tina's slender, girlish back.
To Charlie, the illusion was complete. Her soft, baby-colored hair tied in pigtails, at her own insistence, her slender back and legs, and now her trim, naked cunt lips that slid so soft and silky between his fingers, it was the perfect illusion of illicit sex.
"You're so big, Mister!" Tina moaned into the pillows, feeling that Charlie fucked her harder and deeper every time she spoke this way to him. "You're going to split little me in two! Please, Mister, fuck me!"
Tina was riding the crest of a big, round orgasm when Charlie spunked a load of hot, white, foaming come into her hole.