School Uniform

by naomi

Donna Rawleigh knew from her own childhood that when an 8 year old girl shows herself the reasons can vary in important ways.

For her her sexual feelings for females had come upon her in a sudden sweep when she was almost 9 and had made her life difficult as she tried to understand them and explore them when her friends were giggling still and older women could not imagine a girl her age having such feelings.

For some girls showing was the way, as it had been with Donna, the only way she knew to attract someone. Most ignored it or laughed quietly at it and she got nowhere.

Of course Donna knew for most girls it was simply flirting without feelings behind it. Or it was doing something that girls figured out people paid attention to.

Now 45 Donna no longer had to show although she admitted to herself a longing to be able to do so.

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Lauren Hill was now 9. Donna often babysat her when her mother, Donna's friend, had to work out of town.

Lauren was cooperative and sweet and until the last two times Donna had sat with her the usual little girl.

Lauren went to a private school where they insisted on a school uniform of white blouse and full dark skirt and Lauren came home in it and was always scrupulous in not letting the skirt revel anything. Except the last two times.

In a seeming reverse of the usual suddenly Lauren was showing herself to Donna. She didn't get out of the school uniform as quickly as she usually did and did homework in the living room where Donna was. And showed.

Donna wondered at the change. Wondered why show to her.

Donna liked to think Lauren liked her but also thought the girl might want to explore but with someone she trusted with her uncertain new feelings.

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"I didn't know your mom got you anything but plain white little girl panties," Donna said, "But I see she lets you wear nicer pastels."

Donna was facing head on Lauren's showing and demanding in essence that the girl really be showing in the way Donna did when young.

Lauren was a redhead with freckles everywhere and sharp green eyes and as Donna indicated she could see her panties the girl blushed deep red.

"I like them, they are pretty, especially with your wonderful complexion," Donna said to make Lauren feel less awkward.

"Do you have some like them?" Lauren asked as she quietly made sure her skirt was closed.

Donna chose to answer in a way that would put things into the open and let Lauren see the reality of a 45-year-old woman.

She rose and undid her skirt zipper and snap and took it off and lay it on the chair. She then took down her half slip to reveal her cellulite-riven shaking thighs and a very bright red net-lace panty with a frilly crotch that did little to hide or hold.

Lauren looked hard, surprised and excited. "They...they are very pretty," she said.

Donna came over to the sofa where Lauren sat and sat on it and had Lauren stand. She held the girl's hand and smiled softy and kept a soft look on her face and then very very carefully and deliberately moved one hand to Lauren's calves. Donna was gratified to watch Lauren's feet move apart more and Donna slid her hand up along Lauren's calf to behind her knee and then along inside her warm lightly haired young thigh, the muscle beneath twitching.

"One difference is here," Donna said as her hand reached the joining of Lauren's thighs and let her fingers like feathers move over the crotch of Lauren's panty

"Yours has a sweet taffeta crotch with wonderful curved stitching," Donna went on with her fingers following that stitching.

Lauren now was enveloped thoroughly by her feelings. Her body shook and felt as if it was made of rivulets of warmth. All her nighttime wishes and thoughts and feelings were happening and she was in heaven.

And Donna saw all of that in Lauren's face, her closed eyes, her flailing, reaching arms.

Lauren came forward into Donna's chest, her face in Donna's arm, and made noises and cried and Donna knew it was crying from overwhelming fulfillment.