Anna

You're on the beach, finally enjoying some time alone, lying on the sand with a large towel under your back. You're wearing a brand new pair of boxers and you applied suncream on your skin right before coming so you won't get burn. You're peacefully enjoying the heat of the sun, letting all your daily stress evaporate when you hear some noise not so far from you. A young girl just decided to lay her own towel right next to yours, and she seems to be all alone. You don't mind, she's not that close to you. You try to go back to your relaxation, but after some minutes she starts making little noises, grunts and little sighs, that prevent you from finding the peace you were having before. After another minute or so, she seems to have gotten fed up with it herself, as she stands up and walks towards you, standing next to your head. Her bikini is quite revealing, but she seems way too young to fill it properly... except for her chest, which is surprisingly large for someone who appears to be no older than fourteen. She has long, raven-black hair that cascades over her shoulders and down her back, and her face, with its bright, wide eyes and button nose, carries an innocent, almost cherubic quality. Her waist is narrow, flaring out into thick, powerful-looking thighs. Her skin is smooth and unblemished, a shade of pale that seems almost out of place under the bright summer sun. "Hey mister," she says in a high and melodic voice. "do you have a spare minute?" "Sure, what's up?" you reply, trying to keep your gaze focused on her face and not the way the tiny triangles of her bikini top struggle to contain their burden.