Two Hot Redheads

by Sure As Elle

This story is based on a dream I had years ago, that is still with me to this day.

Chapter One: Her Secret Place

Hi. My name is Aislinn Flanagan. I remember the first time I met Mara O'Dell, as though it was yesterday. It was a day I will never forget, as long as I live.

After a long, stressful month at work, I had some time off at last. I decided to use it to relax the best way I knew how to, by going to a naturist resort. So I took off a whole five days, because I deserved it, and used them to go to my favorite resort, about 20 miles from town, out in the woods by Lake Minerva.

When I got in and parked, I checked into the room I'd booked in advance and took my clothes off – Lake Minerva Family Naturist Resort had its motel within the bounds of the resort, so it was clothing optional. I put my dress back in my one overnight bag, plus a basket full of stuff I'd need on the beach, and smiled. One of the things I loved about this place was that there was no reason to take much in the way of clothing, which saved lots of moving of heavy objects. I had only the essentials in my bag, which included a couple changes of emergency clothing, in case something happened, like foul weather.

Before heading out, I checked out my reflection in the mirror. I admired myself: Vibrant red hair; blue eyes; a moderate dose of freckles on my face and arms, a mere sprinkling of freckles elsewhere; medium-sized, round breasts; nice round hips; and curly red pubes on my cunt. I smiled, rubbed my body in the highest number SPF sunblock they had on the market, put my sunglasses on, grabbed my beach umbrella and folding beach recliner, grabbed the basket, and headed out to the beach.

A few minutes later, I was sitting in the shade on the beach pretending to read as I surreptitiously ogled all the pretty little girls. For I was, as far as I knew, an oddity here as well as elsewhere. Contrary to the opinions of some idiots, nudism is not about sin, and sex abuse of any kind is vanishingly rare among nudists. There's something about seeing nudity all around you constantly for hours, even days, in a row that acclimates most people to it, so that it takes much more than mere nudity to turn us on sexually. Those few who do not learn how to become so acclimated, or who do not learn how to keep their arousal a secret, get booted out, never to be seen again.

I was a mixed bag, myself. I had never learned how to become acclimated to the sight of beautiful little girls running around in the nude, but I had at least mastered the art of keeping my arousal to myself. It helps, I think, to not have a penis. Penises always seem to be directly linked to the subconscious; those poor men don't seem able to keep their boners down when some hot little thing comes walkin--

"OW!" I quietly exclaimed as I pulled a muscle painfully. Right in the middle of a thought about something, I had seen something to make my head jerk around without my having told it to. Now I was rubbing my neck and trying hard to look like it had just been a random nerve spasm, hoping I wasn't turning beet red in my embarrassment. For I had just laid eyes on the most beautiful specimen of little girl I'd ever seen. Looking about nine years old, she'd had long, tightly curled, flaming-red hair going down past her shoulder blades to the middle of her back; long, supple, slender limbs with the kind of light brown some people get from lots of time in the sunlight. Considering her brilliant red hair and light sprinkling of freckles, it was a wonder she could tan. Never in my life had I ever managed to tan, just burn.

I cautiously looked again, to get a better look, and quickly had to avert my eyes. I tried pretending, again, that I was reading. But through the corner of my eyes, I saw that she was looking at me with an odd expression on her face, something like a knowing smirk colored by some slight doubt, and a bit of thoughtfulness. If I hadn't been red before, I was now; I could feel it, as the blood in my cheeks made my face hot. I took from my basket one of those spray bottles with a battery-powered fan (the kind with soft blades) and used it on my face.

Another quick sideways glance at the gorgeous little red-head told me that her expression had changed. She smirked even more, and all the doubt was gone. The little girl looked around quickly, then walked casually over toward me.

My heart began to beat harder, and I had to breathe slowly and carefully to try to calm myself down. I glanced again, and she was holding a toy airplane in one hand, pretending that she was playing with it as an excuse to come my way. I began wondering if I should get up and leave before she came over, but something rooted me to the spot.

Some part of me had hoped the girl would try to talk to me, like the beginning of some cheesy porno story on the Internet, but she just took up position a few feet in front of me, moving her airplane toy around. Every now and then, she glanced my direction. After several minutes of this, I began to calm down, thinking I'd just been projecting my hopes and desires onto this girl, who was even more beautiful closer up. Looking to be no older than nine years old, her face held the promise that some day she would be a drop-dead gorgeous adult. To go with her bright red hair, she had green eyes. I thought of Lily Potter in the Harry Potter series, and then – as she looked my direction with that knowing smirk – of the old stereotype that women with bright red hair and green eyes were Satanic witches and seductresses.

With what I could tell from my careful glances, she had a perfectly straight body to go with those long limbs, and her perfect little-girl pussy was completely free of any hair, though there were a few freckles on it. Her tight little butt was mostly freckle-free, save for one freckle which was slightly larger than any of the others. And when she smiled, her teeth were just crooked enough to be absolutely adorable. Oh, and Goddess help me, but her large eyes were a brighter green than I had thought possible.

The girl dropped her airplane with a little fake "oh!" of surprise, winking at me as she bent over to pick it up. I dropped my book in my lap; I think I may have drooled a little. I hastened to get back to my place in the book, wishing I could record everything I was seeing to a computer. This wasn't the first time I contemplated getting spy-camera glasses, and I wondered if there were any that could connect wirelessly to a computer in my basket.

Still trying to keep my face cooled down, I now felt my pussy get hot and moist as this red-hot little girl child stood back up.

I don't know how long she continued to play with her toy like that before apparently deciding she didn't want to stand anymore. She sat down facing me, her parted legs showing off her pussy as she continued to pretend I wasn't there watching her, glancing up at me with mischief in her eyes. This one knew the power she had over me, knew she could drive me crazy with lust, unable to do anything about it, and she obviously enjoyed torturing me. Whether there was any more to it than that, I didn't know, and dared not hope.

But the sun was getting low in the sky, and soon, her mother was calling for her to return, and I caught her first name: Mara. I used the sun setting as an excuse to get up and put my things away, which was really an excuse to follow the hot redhead with my eyes as I made myself look busy.

Wanting to feast my eyes on her as much as I could get away with, since there was no way to know how long she and her family would be there for, I hurried with my things, while trying not to look like I was in a hurry. I tried walking just far enough away to keep watching her, but I was only halfway off the beach when her flaming red hair vanished to parts unknown. I didn't see her again at all for the rest of the night, not even at the resort's primary restaurant.

I went to bed that night thinking I wouldn't see that delicious red-hot little ginger girl again. Before long, though, the sadness gave way to horniness, and I began to fantasize about Mara as I masturbated. The fantasies of that sexy redhead excited me so much that I had three orgasms more than my usual, making five orgasms in one night. I was such a sweaty mess when I was done that I took a shower, using the detachable shower head to get to another two orgasms as I did. I noticed before I got back in that I had drenched the sheets in my pussy juices, so I slept on the other side of the bed instead, vowing to put a towel under me next time.

That night, my dreams were filled with fantasies of her, and I could feel everything we did together in them. It was agony waking up from such delicious dreams.

* * *

I woke up to the sound of cracking thunder and pouring rain. Groggily, I stared outside with growing annoyance. Of course it was raining on the second day of my vacation! I grumbled a bit and got up anyway, since the resort had extensive indoor activities, too. After all, it was a year-round resort, open even in the dead of winter.

After breakfast at the restaurant, in which I had tried and failed to spot the sexy little redhead girl again, I wandered around a bit until I found the Olympic-sized swimming pool. I looked in for a moment, then went quickly back to my room to get my swimming cap. Before long, I was in the pool, swimming laps and wishing the storm would go away, the key to my room in a little plastic waterproof tube tied to my wrist.

I don't know when she came in, but sexy little Mara was already in the pool by the time I saw her. She was wearing a swimming cap and goggles, but I recognized her immediately. She stopped as I looked her way, and lifted up the goggles, revealing those bright green eyes. Seeing me, she grinned and winked. I noticed, then, that she was in the shallow end, the water barely up to her chest; I could see her nipples, and they were getting hard from the relative chill between the air and the water. Whereas I was up to my chin in water, myself.

Before anything really interesting could happen, an older red-haired woman that appeared to be Mara's mother waded up to Mara, and engaged the child's attention completely for the next hour. Like a starving woman who could feed on scraps of visions, I stole glances here and there as I rested between laps around the pool. After all, I didn't have my sunglasses on now, so looking without being noticed looking would not be so easy.

Mara and her parents left the pool area a few minutes later. I was tempted to leave, too, but didn't want to look suspicious, so I swam a dozen more laps around the pool before leaving for the showers.

Once I was all dry, I dropped off the shower cap in my room and wandered around the resort again. This was helped by the fact that all the buildings were connected by both underground corridors and above-ground structures that kept the rain off certain sidewalks. I decided to go to other buildings through that method, and found when I did that the winds from the storm were quite warm. If not for the lightning, I would have been tempted to go outside in the rain and just run around in it.

The rest of my second day was fairly uninteresting, and I didn't even see Mara again. Once more, I went to bed after masturbating multiple times, this time using a towel. But without the closeness of her teasing from the first day, the orgasms were less intense, and there were only three this time.

* * *

It was partly cloudy the next day, with no rain. I got my sandals on and went outside. I found the beach to be quite dreary, so I went for a walk around the grounds, and eventually found myself on a path leading into the woods. The air and ground were still moist after yesterday's storm, but the air was still pleasantly warm. So warm, in fact, that I think I would have been too warm with clothes on.

To my astonishment, after about a half an hour I found Mara playing in the woods. She was in a clearing by the trail, and had her back to the trail, her body in a squatting position that excited every fiber of my being; I briefly wondered if I'd caught her doing her business in the woods like a wild child, but I was mistaken. I took advantage of a nearby bench to rest, my sunglasses on again, and – since there seemed nobody else in the area, I didn't even try to disguise the fact I was watching her playing.

Either she was very engrossed in whatever she was doing, or I was very quiet, or both, but for whatever reason, the hot red-haired little girl took a remarkably long time to stand up out of her squatting position, and even longer to lose interest in whatever it had been enough to walk away. It was only then that she jerked with a small startled cry when she finally noticed me.

"How long have you been sitting there?" she demanded, sounding merely relieved and curious, not angry.

I looked around before answering. The path here was laid out in such a way that I'd be able to see anyone coming long before they could hear us at normal volume, unless for some reason they came through the trees, which isn't something you want to go doing when you're nude. And no textile-wearers were going to wander in here, since the property was fenced off. So it was safe to speak.

"I'm not sure," I admitted. "I kinda lost track of time watching you. What had you so fascinated?"

"A baby bird without its mommy," she said sadly. "I was just looking, not touching. And I didn't get too close. My mom said not to touch them because that might scare their mama away, but dad says that's a myth. 'Don't touch birds in the wild because they might have diseases like the bird flu,' he says. I'm to look, but not touch."

"So what happened to the baby bird?"

She sighed, and walked over to sit next to me before answering. "Oh, it's still there. I had been staring cuz I was wondering if I could help it somehow, then decided that maybe I should leave it alone. Either its mama will come for it, or it'll die. Either way, I think I should leave it. Nature will do what it will do."

Mara stood up again. I asked her, "Do your parents know you're out here?"

She nodded. "Yeah, they say it's okay as long as I stay on the path."

I chuckled. "Yeah, it's not a good idea to go nude into the woods. With the property fenced off, I doubt you'd get very lost... but lots of stuff in there isn't good for naked skin, at least not without spending almost all your time out there for years and years, like people used to do ages ago."

The girl grinned mischievously again at me, and I noticed then that I'd been addressing her chest. I averted my eyes quickly, but that just made her giggle.

"You're that lady who likes to look at little girls," she said. "I noticed you a couple days ago."

I felt my face turn hot. "Um... what?"

"Oh don't pretend, silly! I gave you quite a tease that day. You were all hot and bothered, I'm surprised nobody else noticed and kicked you out for being a perv."

I grew annoyed by this. "For your information, little lady, I'm usually quite good at hiding... at hiding my excitement. It's just that, well... you're the sexiest little girl I've seen in my entire life, and you gave me quite an exciting show." I blanched, then, at my own daring. "I... I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable. I swear I won't hurt you, or touch you inappropriately."

"Aww," she sounded disappointed, "not even if I ask you to?"

I gave this girl exaggerated side-eyes. "You're just teasing me again, aren't you?"

She didn't say anything right away, looking thoughtful. "No, I'm not just teasing you."

"P-pardon me?"

She giggled and sat back down next to me. "Well, it's just that I've been coming here every other month with my parents for the last seven years, so I know this place really well. And well... you seem to be an adult who's interested in sex with little girls, and me, I've known for a couple years that I'm kinda the opposite... I'm a little girl who's interested in adults, sexually. I know somewhere we could go and be completely alone together."

Mara put her hand in mine as she said this, and parted her legs suggestively. If my face was any hotter, I would spontaneously combust.

"You... you are quite a precocious child," I said, weakly.

"Thanks," she purred.

"Just how old are you?"

"I just turned nine last week," she said. "So what d'ya say?"

I blushed. "But you don't even know my name! We don't know each other."

She giggled. "You're into little girls, and I'm into adult women. I don't need to know anything else. But if you insist... I'm Mara O'Dell. And you?"

"Aislinn Flanagan."

"Wow, two hot redheads of Irish descent meeting like this? Pretty cool, huh?" She stood up. "You wanna have some fun together or not?"

"Are you sure nobody else knows about this place?"

"Yup, I'm sure. I found it when I was five, nobody's ever been around when I was around it." She grabbed my hand and pulled me to coax me up. "Trust me, you'll love it."

I got up, relenting. Sure, it was illegal, but she was willing and had a place where we could be alone together. My face was turning a brighter red than Mara's hair, and my heart was doing a good imitation of a hummingbird's wings, and I was scared we'd get caught, but still I followed the sexy little redhead. Goddess help me, I should have turned her down on the grounds that both our lives would be ruined if we were caught, but that part of my brain was overruled by the heat and tingles in my pussy. I knew, then, that it wasn't just men whose brain could be overridden by their genitals.

Wherever she was leading me would have been difficult to get to even if we were clothed, and was even harder without clothes on. There were thistles growing there, poison oak, poison ivy, and all sorts of other things like that. I wondered how Mara had found this place through such a dangerous path, and was also impressed. I was sure nobody would want to try to come out this way without clothes on, and probably wouldn't want to risk it even with clothing on, unless they were searching for a missing person. Add in the sharp rocks and steep inclines that were involved as well, and you had a recipe for a very secluded place.

The final hurdle was going through a thicket of nettles that had just enough of a gap that I could squeeze through it without getting hurt, if I went sideways through it. Once we got past that, we were suddenly inside of a small cavern with a hole somewhere in the top part of one wall, that was letting in light. The wals were chalk, or something similar, because they were white and between that and the shaft of sunlight from the wall, the whole cave was bright enough to read without straining the eyes too much. What was more, we could plainly see out the entrance, but I remember it was impossible to see inside from the outside, so we would have some warning even if someone did wander up here. Not that it would help us much if someone somehow got into the cave; even if we weren't caught having sex or kissing, it would be kind of hard to explain why we were up here, and there didn't seem to be another exit.

The next thing I noticed with astonishment was that there was a large, fluffy, pink sleeping bag on the floor by the far wall. I examined it closely; the name tag had Mara's name on it in permanent marker.

"You brought your sleeping bag up here?"

"Yeah, so I would have a place to lay down and nap when I come up here. And also just in case I meet some adult to have sex up here on it."

"Wow. So... so you've done this before?"

"What, with an adult? No, you're the first adult I've brought here. There was a 12 year old boy I brought up here, though, when I was 8. He didn't get me off, but I kinda liked sucking him off. His semen tasted salty."

"Did he... you know, with his..."

"Yeah, he fucked me too. But I didn't feel much from it. I still think I'm bi, even though he was bad at sex. I like older men as well as older women. Hell, I like adults in general. Not just any, of course. Nice ones. Good-looking is a plus, but not necessary."

"Oh, uh... really?" I was growing nervous about what we were about to do, having second thoughts.

"Yeah. And I have to say, Aislinn, you're a double-plus."

I looked at her in flattered astonishment. It was her turn, this time, to blush. To distract herself from this, apparently, she sat down on the sleeping bag and patted the spot next to her. "Well come on down here, I want to kiss you."

"You know," I said as I sat down next to her, "if I'm a double plus, you must be a quadruple-plus."

Now it was Mara's turn for her face to turn bright red. I chuckled at her embarrassment, and snuggled close to her. She, in turn, snuggled even closer, nuzzling my breasts. She then pulled back a little and put her hands on them, reveling in touching them, rubbing them, and playing with my nipples, which were soon very hard.

"So round and firm, they feel so amazing! I hope I have breasts as nice as yours, someday."

I kissed her forehead. "Amen to that."

After a few minutes of quietly playing with my breasts, I was leaning my head back and closing my eyes. Then I heard her ask if she could kiss them.

"If that's what you want, sweetie, then please do," I said without opening my eyes. I soon felt little wet lips kissing the underside of my breasts with great enthusiasm, and she began working her way slowly around them, showering them with affection, almost worshiping my breasts. Which, for all I knew, she could well be doing. I must say it was an amazing sensation. I've had adult women kiss my breasts before, but none of them compared to this. Mara was inexperienced and clumsy, but it was all the more exciting for that, especially with her unbridled enthusiasm taking up the slack.

Then she started grabbing my breasts with her little hands while she was kissing them, grabbing them roughly, almost too roughly, but I didn't say anything, because it felt surprisingly good. She was practically pinching me, she was grabbing so hard, but I was enjoying the feeling.

Without my even saying anything, after a while Mara's kissing evolved into sucking, and I wondered if my little lover was going to give me hickies on my breasts. I hoped not, since we were in a nudist resort, where that kind of thing is hard to hide.

"Not so hard," I gently chided, "it would be hard to explain if you left marks."

She nodded, and stopped trying to give me booby hickies. Instead, she sucked my nipple into her mouth and began to work on it with her tongue while she sucked on it. I put a hand between my legs while she did and began playing with my clit.

After doing one nipple, she moved to the other one, the thumb of one hand now playing with the first nipple. Occasionally she pinched my nipple slightly, which made me jill off with even more enthusiasm. It was then that I just managed to notice I was on my back, and Mara was on top of me. I opened my eyes, and almost came to orgasm just watching this little nine-year-old hotty going to town on my breasts with such abandon.

It was astonishing, in fact, how obsessed she seemed to be with my breasts, for after a while I started to wane a little; I got her attention, and when she looked up I gently said, "Feel free to explore other parts of my body if you like."

She smiled sheepishly, but seemed to understand the hint. She began kissing a trail down my belly, then, taking a brief pause to massage my belly button with her tongue before continuing on her way. I got more and more excited the farther down she went, and practically came right there when she began to kiss, lick, and lightly massage my thighs.

Her teasing was quite good for a beginner, I had to admit; I was getting sooo horny! I wiggled with pleasantly horny frustration, and she giggled. Then her kisses moved onto my pubic mound. I looked down again, and felt very wet from the sight and thought of this little girl with her mouth so close to my pussy lips. And I must say, she did not seem deterred by my pubic hair. If anything, she was excited by it.

A little warbling cry escaped my lips when she began licking my pussy lips and sucking on my clit. It wasn't orgasm yet, but it was getting a lot closer. The difference between her little tongue and an adult tongue was even more thrilling to me; I began wishing I could film our sex to watch later, if only to prove to myself that it was real and not a dream.

She worked on my clit with at least as much enthusiasm as she'd done with my nipples, and with that kind of dedicated attention, my breathing was rapidly becoming very heavy. The tension was building rapidly, I was almost over the edge. I put a hand over my mouth just before I hit my first orgasm, so my screaming wouldn't attract anyone's attention, just in case. Mara did not let up or slow down, though, so the first was quickly followed by a second, a third, and a fourth orgasm. She still was not done, though, and though it took a little longer, she got me to come twice more before I slumped back onto the sleeping bag, exhausted. Six orgasms! I think it might have been a record for me.

The little imp lay there atop me, grinning at me with a face red and wet and covered with faint indentations of my cunt hair. She kissed me, and I tasted my own pussy juices. I kissed her back with as much energy as I could muster, before slumping back down again.

* * *

After we'd both recovered a bit, I started kissing her lips, her chin, her ears, her jaw, just anywhere I could kiss her, which made her giggle. And then I rolled us over so we switched places, and began to kiss my way down her neck to her collarbone and down to her chest. She gave me a look which clearly showed she thought I was wasting my time on her little girl-child nipples, but I was determined to disabuse her of that notion. I massaged her chest, gently squeezing and flicking her nipples while I kissed the area around them. While I did this, the little noises she was making were just so fucking adorable, like little kitten meows, and cute little sighs and grunts.

When I licked her nipple for the first time, she made this simply delightful squeaky meow-like sound that almost made me want to stop and just pinch her cheeks and coo over her, but I kept to my work on her nipples, licking them, sucking them, even ever so gently nibbling them with my teeth, getting even more little squeaks and meows out of her.

I spent almost as much time on her chest as she had on mine, but even so she seemed disappointed when I continued my journey down her belly and to her thighs. While I kissed her thighs, I spent some time running my hands along her lovely legs with their honeyed skin and golden down, reveling in the sensation of running my hands along the naked body of a gorgeous girl child, getting my pussy all wet by thinking of how I was having lesbian sex with a nine year old girl.

My kisses eventually left her thighs and went to her pubic mound, which - unlike my own - was hairless, but for more golden down, mere peach fuzz, but even less substantial than its namesake. It was hair so soft it seemed to melt like cotton candy when my tongue made contact. Oh, and her pussy tasted just as sweet. Being a child, there was none of the musky odor of an adult pussy; more of a warm, earthy scent I had long since come to associate with children. And the taste was amazing. Her pussy tasted so delicious, I wondered briefly if I would ever be able to go back to eating out adult women. I knew I could die then and there, eating her out, and die happy.

The little adorable noises became cute whimpers of ecstasy as I buried my face in the child's pussy, working her clit and slit with my tongue. I inserted the middle finger of my right hand into her pussy, finger fucking her while I worked her clit. I could hear her breathing grow harsher, more ragged, and knew I was getting her off. I worked harder and faster at both actions, and her back began to arch, her hands clutching the sheets for dear life, and saw she was biting her lips, probably worried about making too much noise.

"Aislinn..." she managed to groan, "I'm... I'm..." She couldn't finish her sentence, but I understood. I covered her mouth with my free hand, muffling her scream of orgasm. I, too, kept up my work, and she had another two orgasms before becoming exhausted.

* * *

My little lover all tuckered out, we cuddled in silence for a while. Finally, though, Mara spoke. "What's your room number?"

"Oh, it's 311. Why?"

She rolled over to face me, and smiled serenely. "Oh, so we can trade email addresses later. I don't want to lose contact with you. After all, I told you I come here a lot. And if you had me to look forward to, you might come here more often, too."

I kissed her forehead. "I like the way you think, Mara. Come over sometime tomorrow, we can do it then." I checked the time on my wristwatch. "In the meantime, though, we should probably head back. It's a hot enough day I don't think anyone will question why we're all sweaty, but it's getting late."

"Do we have to go now?"

"No, we can wait a while."

"Good."

She cuddled closer to me, and I sighed contentedly. We lay there for another 15 or 20 minutes before I insisted we head back, and she led me back through the woods. When we got to a place close to the trail but still not visible from the trail, she went on ahead of me. I waited 10 minutes before going back to the trail myself, and heading back to my room.

My dreams that night were very interesting.

~ ~ ~end chapter one~ ~