A Flash Of White Panties

by hornykate

Disclaimer. Something happened the other day. I saw some little girls playing. This is a fantasy based on that little inconsequential incident. I emphasise, this is only fantasy. For your own sake, dont let fantasy get mixed up with reality.

I'm a typical maiden aunt. I have no children, but several nieces and nephews. I have a modest house with a modest garden. I'm single at the moment but am hopeful the right man or woman will turn up imminently. Well...pretty soon. Well...eventually. Maybe.

And I have a secret vice. I have a thing for little girls and boys. Which is difficult for a maiden aunt with nieces and nephews. Especially when they insist on coming to play in my garden. Thats not a metaphor! You see, my sisters still live close by. I have two and between them they have three girls and two boys. And yesterday my youngest niece, Lucy, came round to play.

"Can my friend come round too Aunty Bea?" she'd asked. Of course I said yes. So that'd be TWO six year olds frolicking on my lawn. No, thats not a metaphor either.

They turned up and Lucy's friend was gorgeous. Angel, her name was. Blonde. Blue-eyed. Very pretty. Nice legs. No, really. A six year old girl CAN have nice legs.

"Come in come in," I said, "I'll fix you a drink. If you wanna go play in the garden, I'll bring it out."

"Ok aunty Bea. Oh this is Angel. She's my best friend."

"Hello Angel," I said, bending down to shake her hand, "what a pretty name. And what a pretty smile."

She smiled more broadly and looked even more achingly pretty. She was wearing a black dress with little white polka dots, that showed off her legs to just above the knee. I inwardly groaned, as they dashed off to the garden.

I took drinks out for them and some biscuits, which they soon polished off. I sat watching them play, the rough and tumble of six year old girls doing what six year old girls do. Running, chasing, doing cartwheels. The number of times their dresses flew up to reveal a flash of panties was considerable. And I watched it all.

Both were wearing light coloured panties. My niece's were white with pastel orange stripes. Angels were white with a black polka dot pattern. The reverse of her dress. Cute.

I watched for a while then retired to the house with another inward groan. I inwardly groan quite a lot!

About ten minutes later, I was in the kitchen when I heard Lucy calling from the back door.

"Aunty Bea? Angel needs a wee."

"Ok, no problem." I said.

"But her shoes are dirty."

"Well, take them off." I replied, not unreasonably.

"I cant Mrs Bea." This was Angel. I went to the door.

"Why, whats the problem sweetheart?"

Her shoes were actually sandals, the Roman sandal type, but they had a zip up the heel that she couldn't move. Lucy ran off back to the garden, leaving Angel in my care.

"Sit down sweetheart." I said, and she sat down on the floor just at the entrance to the kitchen. I took her right foot in my hand, and started fiddling with the zip. And I was looking. Oh yes I was looking. In the position she'd assumed, her legs were open and I had a clear view of her panties.

I made a point of struggling with the zip, holding her little foot in my hand whilst gazing longingly at her panties. The zip came down. I took off the shoe.

"Next?" I said.

She offered me her other foot. Again I made out the zip was more stuck than it actually was. I just couldn't keep my eyes off her snug little knickers.

Then, unexpectedly, she began opening and closing her legs. I looked up and she was looking at me. Quite intently. But still smiling. Was she doing this on purpose?

"This one's really stuck." I said in a voice that almost gave way. "You'll have to stop moving your legs." I added.

But she didn't.

As the leg I WASN'T working on moved outward, I put my hand on her inner thigh.

"Stop!" I said with a smile. She tried to close her legs, giggling at the game. Was it a game? I held her leg to the side, my hand resting on her thigh. My other hand was still 'struggling' with the zip. And then I noticed she'd STOPPED struggling. The leg I was holding was now lying almost flat against the floor. And, god help me, I looked back at her panties and imagined the naked little cunt beneath the fabric.

My hand was positioned only about half an inch away from her little treasures, and my thumb started stroking a circle that moved me physically closer to that point.

I looked up again. She was still looking at me. It was an odd stare. Unnerving. But the smile was still there. I could hear Lucy outside. We weren't going to be disturbed.

My thumb was still circling, but it was getting closer. Closer.

I couldn't swallow. I couldn't speak. My thumb touched the hem of her panties. Her leg seemed to relax even more. I now COULDN'T do this. I touched the outer lip of her slit. I inwardly groaned, again. Angel OUTwardly groaned. I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed. My thumb became more insistent, pressing more intently on her cunt. Within a few minutes I was stroking her in earnest, my thumb tracing the outline of her little six year old sex. I knew I'd gone far enough, so I undid the zip and took off the shoe, stopping my touching as well. Who knows? Mayb we'll go further next time.