| My Little Flower, Part 1 I groaned as I woke up, turning off my alarm, petting my dog who slept in my bed, sliding out of my sheets, naked as the day I was born. I rubbed my hands lightly over my body, stopping at my hardened nipples and then again at my moistening pussy. Ugh, was I ever NOT horny? I grabbed the day’s clothes, walked into the bathroom and turned on the water, as hot as I could stand it. I soaked my hair under the spray, washing it, before moving on to my favorite part of any shower. I squirted a liberal amount of body was into my hand, smoothing it over my arm, them my chest, finally playing with my nipples, before giving myself a vigorous cleaning down under, moaning until I came. Shaking, I finished my shower, including shaving my pussy, and then looked at my reflection as I dried off. I have long, black hair that reached my lower back, soft, brown eyes, and large breasts. All well and good, until you take in my height is 5’3”, my feet don’t touch the ground in a lot of seats! I brushed out my hair, putting it into a low ponytail, pulling on dark jeans and a tight orange top, and went to the library. I had the best job there on Saturdays, I got to run the reading circle, reading to the small children there. Nothing matches the children’s wide-eyed looks of wonder as I read to them. “Hi Miss Alexis!” they said as they each took a chair, my favorite little girl sitting next to me. Her name was Iris, and she had straight, fire- red hair and glittering green eyes, and she was the cutest little 5 year old. “Hiiiii Miss Alexis!” she sang. “Hello Iris.” “Can I sit in your lap TODAY?” she begged. “No, sweetie, everyone else would be jealous” I explained, absent-mindedly running a hand over that wonderful red hair, then blushing. ‘Lex,” I thought, ‘you will never get through story hour this way’ and shifted in my seat, closing my legs. “Iris. Sweetie, where is your mommy?” I asked. Her mom was half an hour late picking little Iris up. “I don’t knooooooow!” Iris said, and to my surprise she started crying. I automatically scooped her up, comforting her as if she were my own child, calling her mom on my cell phone with the ‘free’ hand. After quite a few rings, a distinctly annoyed and just-fucked voice said “Yes?” We both then heard a distinct feminine moan in the background; apparently Iris’ mom had a lover over. I soon felt the old tingling down below, and all of a sudden I felt little Iris grinding against my hip bone, and I know I moaned as I came, my knees shaking slightly. "Hello?" the voice on the other end enquires curiously. "Yes, I run the reading circle and your daughter is still here…." "Oh, fuck!" she says a bit too loudly for the occasion. "any chance you could take her for the day?" As the little girl is still enthusiastically humping my hip, I tell her sure, and my address, telling her to pick up her young daughter anytime. "We'll have fun together, won't we, Iris?" |