Bill changed into his jeans and a pull over knit shirt, hanging up his gray slacks and blue blazer in the closet. Time for a few beers and a leisurely dinner downstairs. He picked up his key card from the desk and walked out of his room and down the hall toward the elevators. He wasn't thrilled about his room location, it was right across the hall from the small alcove that had a soft drink and a snack machine in it; he could hear the cans falling in the tray through his wall last night. He had called down to the front desk to try to get another room but they told him the hotel was completely full, there was some sort of youth soccer tournament in town and most of the hotels were jammed. Oh well, he thought it was just one more night, and he would have a movie on until he fell asleep so screw it.

He got to the elevators and pushed the down button. A few moments later the elevator dinged and the doors opened. He started in to the car and then paused. There were about ten young girls in the elevator, about twelve or thirteen years old - all wearing bathing suits. Most of them had some sort of towel wrapped around their waists, but their little nubbin breasts were protruding through the tops, some with little eraser-like nipples pushing against the cloth. One of the little girls towards the front got a big grin on her face at his hesitation.

"It's OK mister, we won't hurt you, you can come in," she said with a giggle. The rest of the girls joined in with their own giggles.

Bill, his face flushing red from embarrassment, entered the elevator as the girls made room. He turned to face the front and reached out to press the lobby button, the girls were all going to the second floor where the pool was located on an outside deck. The elevator stopped at the next floor and four more girls were waiting - also in swim suits. Bill stepped back and the girls crowded in to the already full elevator. The girl that had spoken to Bill whispered something to one of her friends and both started giggling again. Bill could feel the back of his neck getting hot from his blushing. The problem was that Bill just loved girls of this age. Love was probably the wrong word, lusted after more accurately describes Bill's feelings towards young, just barely nubile females. He would often spend an hour on a Saturday afternoon sitting at the mall in the coffee shop just watching the young teen girls prance and pose around the mall - trying to attract the high school boys. Now here he was, trapped in an elevator with a whole flock on them, all wearing bathing suits - some of them two piece. The walls of the elevator were mirrored, and out of the corner of his eye he could see reflections of reflections of all these five foot girls surrounding him like Lilliputions around Gulliver. The elevator stopped again and now there were five more that wanted to get on. All the girls started talking and giggling again as the new arrivals crowded into the already jammed car. Bill moved more toward the back, his butt pressed hard into one of the girls, and another one pressed back into his front. The backs of his hands, which were down at his sides were pressed into warm naked thighs of two other girls.......(cont)