My Vignettes – The Photo Throne

by Ceecee Mom

Vignette: A short, usually descriptive literary sketch. A short scene or incident, as from a movie.

It really does look like a throne, a place at least for a child to sit and wonder and dream. Something about little girls and the way they love—as we all did—love to imagine everyday objects as something transformed. They can become lost in that moment and I have shared their wonder as well.

It’s a large historically accurate chair, heavy wooden sculpted arms with gargoyle faces. We use it for the passport photos and its position in the room gives me a direct view of it sitting in the public area as it does for whoever sits upon the throne. Kids especially love to go and sit there, so large the seat that anything other than adult legs have a tendency to stick straight out if one does not sit near the front edge.

Two girls, I’m guessing the first about 11 and her sister or some other relation about 9, jockeyed for rights to the throne. Giggling pushing each trying to gain the advantage they tussled playfully, each I’m sure unaware that their ministrations were causing their panties to flash like sunbeams through a forest canopy. Finally it seems some sort of détente was reached and they both decided to share the throne. The oldest sat with her backside to the high arching back whilst the younger took a position just a bit forward, her little legs straight out going just beyond the edge of the seat. I think in her own way she maneuvered subtly for more space by spreading her feet wide taking perhaps ¾ of the chair at the edge.

Not more than six feet away I was afforded a delightful show of little white underpants, and I’m sure due to their tussling about, a distinct little cameltoe had formed now visible to my wandering eyes. The older girl, seemingly content with this arrangement, pulled her knees up to her chin, feet on the seat, and resting head sideways on her knee tops shared some little chat with sister.

A light summer dress is nothing if not tantalizing in its briefness; the older girl wore such an outfit that day. With the hem on bended knees just below the knee cap and the underside lying flat on the chair, her feet spread out so that top to bottom it resembled an inverted “V”. This gave me another little erotic vignette to indulge myself in. Yellowish panties with some sort of playful designs—oh to be transformed for a day and become that Honeybee or Power Puff Girl on those panties. I imagine myself the lucky design fixed on her crotch plate tucked snugly into her warm folds, first to capture the day’s moistures and girlish secretions.