| Shades Denise. 44 y/o. I was at the local outside pool on a lovely day in July, back when I was nineteen. In those days I was carefree and single. I attended college four days a week, my want in life, to be a beautician. Friday was my day of leisure, no college or work, just relaxing and enjoying my spare time. So when the weather permitted I would take a walk into town and sun bathe at the lido. Today, the kids were on summer holiday and it was the usual madness you would expect in such a place. I laid my towel down on a spot of grass and slipped out of my summer dress and sandals to leave myself in only my bikini. I was a lot slimmer and prettier back then so the wolf whistles from the school aged boys wasn't unexpected. I tended to lie with my head on my bag and watch the the world go by. Like most red blooded women, when young boys are about, I studied the bulges in their swimming trunks through my sun glasses. I admit that today was no different from any other as my mound began to heat up, stiffen and weep. But then something else caught my eye. A young girl of possibly eleven stood just a short distance away and was starring. I asked myself if she was checking me out? But then ignored my perverted mind. She was only a kid and a female at that, how rediculous can one woman be? But I found myself beginning to stare back, I thought that from behind my shades I was pretty safe. She was less than five feet tall, skinny with blonde hair. She wore a one piece, pale blue swim suit and was strikingly good looking for her age. I hadn't harboured any lesbian thoughts before, in my life, but this little girl was making my pussy swell even more. Again I dismissed it as being aroused by the boys and she'd just become an extention of that. But the more she starred the more I realised I was checking her out. Her stringy hair, hanging around her perfectly shaped face. Her glistening green eyes, wide and seductive. The hint of camel toe that stood proud from her swim suit, so... I stopped myself and raised my glasses to see her better and sheilded the sun from my eyes. She smiled, beautifully, like an adult and I blushed, stupidly, like a child. And then she was gone. My heart sank and I was suddenly back in reality, lying by the pool acting like a fool. I adjusted my glasses and lay back taking in the rays. I rubbed some sun lotion over my shoulders and turned over to catch the sun on my back. That's when I spotted her again, about ten feet away, lying on her back with her head perched on some clothes. My heart skipped a beat and my pussy trembled. 'Oh my God,' I said to myself. I wanted to turn back over, to be a sensible controlled adult, but I couldn't. I was like a fish in the net, a bear in a trap, a rabbit caught in the headlights. I swooned looking at her, felt my face flush and body tingle. I'd not felt this way before, ever, not with anyone. She smiled again and this time I was drawn in and smiled back. I don't know why but smiling back made me feel like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders and I felt more relaxed. Could she possibly see my eyes through my shades? Surely not? They were too dark. Did she know what effect she was having on me? Was she doing this deliberately? A million thoughts ran through my brain as she relaxed back and wiped her brow with her towel before placing it on her lap. I gazed around checking that no one was taking any notice. No one was and I felt safe to slide my hand, nearest the wall, under myself and into my bikini briefs. The relief, to touch my aching clit was instantanious. I breathed a sigh as my finger massaged the sensitive skin around my nub. I pulled my lips open and slid my digit across the stiff protusion and gasped in delight. I double checked around me but in reality I was clear of prying eyes. Why? All of a sudden, I had this desire to masturbate, I did not know? Ordinarilly it would wait until I got home, but not today. I wasn't sure if she could see me from this angle. I hoped not. Imagine the embarrassement in court. 'Yes you, you miss Groves. In front of an eleven year old child. Openly masturbatimg. How do you plead?' 'Guilty, my Lord, guilty as sin.' 'I should think so, you filthy dirty cow. Send her down.' The worrying thought suddenly disappeared as I noticed my baby had put the towel on her lap deliberately. Deliberately to hide her hand that was scratching around her groin area and getting closer to her treasure by the second. My mouth went dry. Did she know I could see? That I was watching her hand moving so very near to her soft centre? I would be masturbating to this later, in the privacy of my bedroom, that there was no doubt. She was looking at me and she wasn't hiding the fact behind sun glasses like the pervy woman, close by with her hand inside her wet bikini briefs. Her fingers grazed across her mound, once, twice and a third time. My eyes were glued to the space between her legs, which spread a lttle bit more. So inviting, so lovely, so succulant. Her fingers found the crease of her camel toe and slid up and down it. I nearly fainted. I wondered about her sex beneath the cotton swim suit. What it looks like? How it would feel? Was it small? Little girl lips, bald and smooth? If I parted the tiny flaps of skin, would there be a dew drop of preteen juice, just waiting for me to lick it up? Her finger rested atop her slit and began to rub her clit through her cozzy. My fingers did the same. I was intent on not letting myself cum. I wanted to save that for the bedroom, where I could let myself go and cum fully thinking about my new lover. My new preteen girlfreind. I tossed that around in my mind, a preteen girlfreind, how very rude? How very dirty? How extremely exciting? Her fingers, hidden from prying eyes, except mine, worked a little harder now and I saw her thigh's quiver and rock to the rythm she had created. Her girl'ish hips so wanting to join the fun and pump up and down, just like mine wanted to. Her eyes still fixed on mine and mine on her. Dare I shed the shades? Watch her do the deed? Openly and obvious to her? What do I do? What do I do? I shed the sun glasses, letting them fall at my side. I had to watch her, her magic fingers making her feel better. Making her groan, sigh and cum. Would she cum,for me? Knowing now that I was watching and enjoying the show. Or would lose her bottle and scurry away? She answered my question almost as if she could read my mind. Her hand suddenly became a blur. Her eyes locked onto mine. Her hips rose and shook. I heard her grimace through her immaculate teeth. She was cumming. Cumming for me. With gritted teeth, her mouth wide, her head now flailing back and... And oh my God... Her orgasm is massive, strong and wet. Her crease is suddenly growing darker as she floods her swim suit with cum. I can't hold out and feel myself on the verge. As I watch her convulse, I follow suit. Overwhelmed with the desire to bury my face into her juicey snatch, I cum, squirting several times into my bikini briefs, shaking and spent. And then I passed out. When I awoke the place was almost empty. I looked around but she was gone. My briefs looked like I'd wet myself. I donned my dress and left. I returned on several occassions, hoping to find my baby but had no success. I kept my eyes peeled around the town, but again to no avail. If only, if only... THE END. |