It was the most welcomed moment of the day, all the students gathered on the colorful area rug to listen to another story before nap time. Like clock work the excitable kindergarteners settled down and stopped talking. All that could be heard were hisses of air as they place their index fingers over their lips; a universal symbol their young minds were able to comprehend. Ms. James was always proud of her class. Proud of how well behaved they were at times but they were kids and she wasn't as young as she used to be. Often Ms. James needed additional assistance but the school couldn't fund an assistant or even a part-time substitute. The contingency that had been put in place was for one of the fifth graders to help out in the kindergarten classes. It would afford the student the ability to earn extra credit for volunteering and would give Ms. James an extra hand in the class. This was one addition to her day that she appreciated more than any other.

Nap time was a daily activity that Ms. James really looked forward to. Of course she loved her students and like to see them play and interact with one another but watching them sleep like angels was a gift each day. Ms. James had peculiar habits, ones that have kept her on the fringes of society not to mention her culture and upbringing. Very few knew of her habits because she tends to keep to herself. Her being a recluse is a side affect of her own shame. A 35 black woman or any adult for that matter shouldn't have a sexual attraction to children. This is something that has been unsaid but known within society especially within the black community. Ms. James didn't care what anyone thought of her and there was no way she could've stop feeling want she felt for the precious children she interacted with everyday.

Ms. James couldn't think of an explanation as to why she saw sexuality within children. She wasn't molested as a child or exposed to adult situations too early. Her childhood was quite normal, as normal as a Christian upbringing could get. Ms. James hadn't actually thought about sex with children at all until approximately year ago. A single moment it time that was as innocent as it was erotic turned her into a complete pedophile.

Ms James didn't have any children of her own but had a boat load of nieces and nephews who she frequently watched in her spear time to fill the void of loneliness in her life. Ms. James was too busy for normal male-female relationships and for some reason never felt quit right when she was in one. What did make her feel whole was the smiles and laughter of children. She'd always took her nieces and nephews to the park that was across from her apartment complex. There were tire swings there, sea saws, slides, the whole nine. The kids would have a ball and Ms. James would have a ball watching them explore the wonders of their childhood. She'd occasionally join in and play tag with them and slide down the slides or push them high on the tire swings. It was an innocent fun that seemed to take away the loneliness. Ms. James would even prepare a huge lunch for the kids to eat at the park. She'd make dozens of sandwiches and bring freshly sliced assorted fruits and vegetables. Of course Ms. James would also bring a host of sugary snack items for the kids to munch on.

She was beloved by her nieces and nephews and even other kids she met at the park who seemed to just gravitate to her. Ms. James would get jealous stares from the other guardians in the park who were too busy messing around with i-devices or each other to play with their kids. Ms. James was like the pied piper of the playground, when she showed up the kids flocked to her. She even developed relationships with the other adults who didn't mind if she kept the attention of their kids for a few hours; it gave them a break.

It was like any other day at the park, routine. Ms. James had the kids lined up outside the parks restroom after lunch. The oldest of her nieces and nephews would help her out by escorting the young kids into the restroom. The park was in a nice neighborhood so there was really no worry of strangers or the likes being there but Ms. James always thought of safety first. Ms. James was obsessively compulsive when it came to her systems and she rarely, if ever, broke them for anyone or anything.

That day was a bit different though. Angelika, daughter of a single mother who's an investment banker was having a hard time going to the restroom with Ms. James's niece. She said that her nanny usually held her hand while she made pee-pee. Ms. James was forced into a very uncomfortable position. She had to break her system to take the five-year old child into the bathroom herself because her niece refused to. Ms. James thought that if she was quick enough that she could get in and out and retake her post as over watch for the kids who still had to go. The situation made her hate the fact the there was only one toilet per restroom.

Ms. James grabbed the little girls hand and hastily went into the woman's room. As they entered the little blond haired child quickly removed her shorts and under discarding them on the cold cement floor. As Ms. James was taken back by the act and nervously awaited the child's next move. As Ms. James stood there for a moment she realized the she was the adult and should always be in control of these types of situations. After explaining to Angelika that it wasn't lady like to through her clothing to the ground in public restrooms like she did Ms. James walked closer to the child who was positioned in front of the toilet.

Angelika asked Ms. James to put her hands down so she could sit on them while she urinated and Ms. James laughed a bit thinking that it was a joke. However, little Angelika was dead serious. Ms. James wanted to say no but she didn't want to explain in great detail why the child shouldn't allow any one to do that especially an adult; she simply complied with a long sigh. Ms. James kneeled in front of the toilet placing her palms down on the cold plastic seat. Angelika shook her head from side the side and explained to Ms. James that her nanny always did it with her palms point up. Ms. James immediately thought to herself that her nanny must have been some sort of pervert who enjoyed touching Angelika's bottom and that the little girl had grown quite accustom to the molestation.

Ms. James complied only the move things along. As Angelika sat in Ms. James's palms a strong tingling feeling shot through Ms. James body. An unfamiliar feeling of warmth and uncomfortable closeness to Angelika washed over her. Ms. James tried but failed to keep her eyes off of the child. Over the top of her glasses her eyes took in the entirety of Angelina's anatomy. From her beautiful golden blond hair to her adorable face, blue dreamy eyes and pink little lips. From her flat belly to soft butt cheeks that felt wonderful in Ms. James hands. Down to the hairless mound that had began spewing amber streams of urine that splashed against the porcelain bowl. Occasionally droplets wound hit Ms. James forearms; she didn't mind at all at that moment.

Ms. James was being completely taken over by the child who was then wiggling in her palms. Ms. James had never felt such closeness before to any human being. Uncontrollably Ms. James gave the 5 year-olds butt a gentle squeeze. Angelika eyes closed and her mouth parted as a shallow breath escaped her lungs. Ms. James felt her own pussy begin to dampen as she held to the child's ass within her palms. Her mind told her that she shouldn't continue but her body couldn't spot.

After Angelika's golden stream ceased she notice Ms. James eyes were closed so she leaned forward to place her arms around her neck. Ms. James eyes shot open in shock as she kneeled there, face to face with the child who was smiling from ear to ear. Angelika thanked Ms. James and then leaned in closer kissing the 35 year-old woman tenderly on the lips. It was that very moment in time, that moment the stood still, where everything began to make since. Where shame set in, slowly follow by doubt, and eventually acceptance.

Ms. James had been in a daze after the kiss and didn't realize that Angelika had gone back outside. Ms. James stood up but was a little light headed so she stumbled a bit. She dusted her knees off while the blood returned to them with a tingling feeling. Ms. James put her hand up her dress and dabbed the crotch of her panties, they were completely saturated with her juices. She brought her hand back to her face to observed the sticky substance. She even smelled and tasted it, enjoying how delightful it was her eyes closed again. Ms. James had never before then experienced an orgasm and she was more than thrilled that she was able to share that experience with a child and at the same time ashamed.

Before Ms. James left the restroom she noticed that little Angelika had left something behind. A closer look revealed that it was her pink underwear. Ms. James didn't know why she would take her shorts but leave her underwear behind. Ms. James tucked the small garment into her purse and rejoin the rest of the kids outside.

Things had change for Ms. James since that day, she saw kids from a different perspective. She still laughs when she thinks of how her sexual orientation came to the service. Little 5 year-old Angelika; was it an innocent act or an intended one has yet to be determined. Ms. James recalled the moments after the restroom revelation when she tried to secretly return Angelika's panties back to her but the little girl refused to take them. Was it because she knew they were on the restroom floor or did she want Ms. James to keep them for other reasons? Ms. James remembered her smile and how she coyly pranced away to her mother after hugging Ms. James legs. Ms. James was conflicted to say the less but she had fully blossomed that day into a closet pedophile. She even went home and discovered masturbation while near smothering herself with little Angelika's panties. Ms. James could never get that little girl sent out of her head and she really didn't want to.

It had been a year since her coming a live in the park where she developed an appetite for prepubescent flesh. Ms. James appetite has grown since then and as a kindergarten teacher she was more than able to get her fix on a daily basis. The children love Ms. James and Ms. James sure did love the children.