Paul got up and sat on one of the plastic lounge chairs.

Lisa too got up and walked off the diving board. He watched her little ass bounce past as she walked to the next chair.

"Are your mother and father divorced?" Paul asked.

"Uh-huh! My mommy has another husband now, but my daddy still lives alone."

"Don't you get bored here by yourself all morning long?" Paul asked.

Lisa sat on the chair and crossed her legs. Paul tried not to stare between her open thighs. He wished he bad brought his sun glasses. But then the little girl leaned back and closed her eyes to the sun, so Paul allowed himself to feast his gaze on her young body.

"This was my first morning, and I didn't get bored yet," Lisa said. "I don't think I will."

Lisa's stomach was slender and flat, and her little navel looked like a folded rose bud. Paul studied her belly and her tight yellow bikini panties. He could see the slight swelling of her pussy mound, and, yes, that was a stray strand of very young pubic hair sticking out.

Not only was that lock of pussy hair exposed, but her legs were spread far enough that the crotch of her panties was spread father than it could cover, and the crease was visible where her upper thigh met the pink flesh next to her pussy.

Paul couldn't keep his eyes away from her crotch. Every time he tried to look away, some force compelled his glance back to that pink strip of exposed skin inside the leg-hole of the bikini He felt a excitement coursing through him, and he was shocked to admit to himself that he was thrilling with sexual arousal.

Lisa opened her eyes and hopped to her feet. "It must be getting close to noon!" she said.

Without even thinking what he was doing, Paul held out his hand, and the little girl took it, and he pulled her gently; and she sat down in, his lap as if it was the most natural thing in the world.