It was the olives that did it. Not my fault; what could I do? It was the olives.
The olives, and the ice cream. And Jessie.
We were in Pizza Hut. I know it's not the classiest of restaurants but Jessie likes it - they have the outrageously sugar-charged Ice Cream Factory thing, and they have olives. Jessie loves olives; very sophisticated tastes for a five-year old, I can tell you. She loves to - ah, well, we'll come to that.
We'd ordered and were chatting about our trip to the zoo. Jessie had been very taken with the gibbons, especially the little baby one, and she spoke very animatedly, her flashing smile and twinkling eyes lighting up our rather drab surroundings. When she'd asked if she could take it home I'd pointed out that it might miss its mommy, and besides, she'd have to plant trees for it in her bedroom. She'd pondered that with great seriousness until it had dawned on her that I was teasing. That had earned me a tongue-pull and a slap. I hadn't minded one bit.
So, there she was chatting away, good as gold and cute as a button, and I happy just to smile, add a word here and there, and watch her. She really is cute, with a gloriously impish face, the kind of smile that sets my heart aflutter, the kind of eyes that trigger somewhat deeper, more turbulent responses in me. She was particularly lovely that day in a simple pink-and-white check dress, little white socks and cute pink trainers. I love her little feet.
The dishes arrived for the salad bar and we went up together. I was expecting to have to exercise some steer in persuading her that a heap of tortilla chips didn't really constitute salad, but I had no need. There were olives. Jessie "oohed!" happily and proceeded to fill her bowl with the marinaded little green and black fruit. "I guess you like olives, Jessie?" I commented. She grinned radiantly. "They're my best veggies in the world."
I pointed out that they were actually fruit - see the hole in the middle where the seed used to be - but she was only half convinced. Not something to fall out over. We returned to our table, and that's where it all started.
Jessie eats olives by sticking them on her fingers and sucking them off. I was hypnotised from the first, watching her little brows crease as she chased each olive, wiggled her finger into it and raised it carefully to her lips. She didn't eat them straight away but sucked each carefully, licking the marinade off, working the little globe in and out of her beautiful mouth before slurping it in with a grin. She noticed me staring.
"What's up?" she asked, skewering another green one.
"Honey, nothing at all. It's just that you look, well, erm, gorgeous the way you eat those olives. It's very, erm, well, suggestive I guess."
She looked quizzical. I cleared my throat. "Makes me think rude thoughts," I said. She frowned momentarily, then her mouth spread in a glorious grin. "Naughty!" she said, delightedly. Placing the small green fruit against her lips she licked it slowly, her eyes fixed on mine. Glory be...
To save me the great embarrassment of having to adjust my jeans at the table, our pizzas arrived. I used the necessary shuffling to ease my wayward penis into a more comfortable position; Jessie's mischievous grin and her continued oral caressing of the olives was playing merry hell with a part of my brain that would just not behave. Still, the pizza would distract me. Well, OK, not really. I helped Jessie cut hers up, and to do it properly I had to stand behind her with my hands holding hers, showing her how to do it. I had to press close to her and kiss her sweet hair when she cut one whole piece all by herself. Yeah, that didn't really help at all.
Well, I made it through the pizza and the rest of the salad with my erection only semi-rigid, so that was a victory of sorts for common decency. The little spark in Jessie's eyes was only stoking the deep glow in my own, and I had the distinct feeling we were slowly winding each other up as the meal progressed. Dessert was perhaps an opportunity to cool down, although making it over to the Ice Cream Factory without walking bent double might have been a serious issue.
Fortunately my earlier arrangements enable me to hide the fact I had an erection while in the company of a small girl, at least from the restaurant in general, if not necessarily from the small girl in question. I swear she looked at my crotch when I stood up, and I swear she smiled.
Did I really think that watching Jessie eating ice cream would be a means to cool my ardour? I know, it sounds kinda comical doesn't it? And indeed it was. She was now fully aware of the effect she was having on me, and the little minx was playing it for all it was worth. If you can imagine a cute-as-hell five-year-old girl making love to her ice cream spoonful by spoonful - well, you can imagine the strain I came under that day. She smeared the soft, white stuff across her lips just so she could gaze into my eyes and lick it off slowly. Each little sweetie on top was licked and played with before being sucked up. Every spoonful lingered in her mouth far longer than necessary...
I was a wreck of sexual tension by the end of the meal. My hand shook as I tried to pour the last of the mineral water into my glass. Jessie noticed, a huge grin on her face, and stood up to help me. Something went wrong - don't know which of us it was, but probably me - and the glass went over. Fortunately it didn't break, but its contents did a very effective job of soaking Jessie's cute pink-and-white dress from neckline to hem.
Jessie look down at herself, rather incredulously. Her lower lip wobbled dangerously. I took her hand, squeezed it. "It's OK, honey, we'll get you dried off. It's only water. Good job it wasn't the ice cream, hey? Now that would've been messy. Come on, let's get to the bathroom."
Chatting gaily I led her across the restaurant, past many a sympathetic glance. I ushered Jessie into the large disabled bathroom, then ducked back quickly to settle the check at the counter. When I returned, Jessie was standing slightly forlornly in the middle of the room, a small puddle forming around her feet. I closed the door quickly. "C'mon hon, let's get that dress off. See, we can dry it on the heater here. It'll only take a few minutes.
Jessie looked up at me and smiled. Her near-brush with tears was gone and her impish smile had returned. Slowly she raised her arms above her head. Taking my cue I went over and carefully lifted her dress, slipping it up and over her head. My heart beating quite a bit faster than it had when I'd entered, I took her dress over to the wall heater and arranged it to dry. The I turned and looked at her.
Lovely, cute face, watching me intently from under her mop of dark hair. Beautifully tanned chest, belly, sweet little nipples and her gorgeous belly button, damp but not too wet. Plain. White. Cotton. Panties. Slightly damp, slightly clinging. Heart stopped for a beat there. Smooth, tanned legs, white socks, pink shoes, toes turned in slightly in unconscious imitation of a classic Japanese lolicon.
Lord above she was beautiful.
"I need a peepee," she said.
"O...." I tried again. "OK, honey, you just go right ahead."
She walked over to the toilet, turned to face me again and pulled down her panties. Time slowed. My heart stopped again as I watched the soft white cotton creeping down, revealing the paler skin beneath, the gentle lines and folds, the glorious shape of her little girl's cleft. One simple, straight little valley in the bare hillside of her tiny mons venera, emerging millimetre by millimetre from behind its screen of panties. I could not take my eyes of her.
"Can you lift me on, Dave?" she asked.
My heart lurched. Time restarted. "'Course, baby," I said, my voice a little hoarse. I stepped towards her and lifted her up and back a little way. She settled onto the toilet seat. I knelt in front of her.
"Let me help you with these," I said, carefully working her panties off over her shoes. I gazed at her slim thighs straddling the hard white of the toilet seat, her gorgeous, naked baby pussy suspended above the water.
"I need a peepee," she repeated, and a little quiver ran through her.
"I know," I replied. "I want to watch."
She made a small sound, but nothing more. Time slowed again as I knelt there in front of her, drinking in the sight of her beautiful little pussy, a little bit open, totally hypnotic.
"I can't..." she began, but then a short spray of pee burst from her pussy. "Yes you can, baby girl." I smiled up at her, and back to the little hole that was beginning to leak again. "You just go ahead and pee for me and I'll watch."
She giggled in her most charming way, and her pee started to trickle, then flow, a clear golden stream from the most gorgeous wellhead. I watched in fascination as the glittering drops fell tumbling and splashing from her fabulous little hole, a few hanging glistening on her pussy lips.
It was a big pee, but eventually her flow slowed, trickled and stopped. Her breathing sounded heavy as the last few drops fell.
"All done, honey?" I asked.
She nodded, a little wide eyed. Her hands trembled as they reached for the toilet tissue. I stopped her with a finger. "Let me, honey," I murmured.
I dipped my head, resting my chin on the toilet seat between her legs. I gazed into the perfect symmetry of her little pussy, her lips still wet with pee. I reached out with my tongue and touched her at the top of her opening. She gasped, then giggled.
"That tickles!" she said. And then, "Doesn't it taste horrid?" Her face clouded a little.
I licked the drops glistening on her lips. They were hot, sharp, glorious.
"No, sweetie, your peepee tastes beautiful. It's like lemons and limes and oranges all mixed with sugar, and your tulip tastes like honey."
I licked her pussy again, reaching under her, pushing my tongue a little harder, teasing in between her lips. I licked her firmly, pushing my tongue into her little girly cunt. I felt her shudder. I opened my mouth wide, pressing my lips around her whole pussy, sucking the drops of pee from her pussy lips, licking the last from her tiny little pee hole, licking and sucking her beautiful tulip clean.
I could hear her breathing quickly, hoarsely as I raised my head from between her legs.
"You have the most delicious tulip, honey, you know that?" I asked, rising to my feet. My erection bulged out the front of my trousers and Jessie, of course, spotted it.
"Is your willy hard?" she asked.
"Yes, baby," I replied hoarsely. "You always make me so hard, you know that." My hands fumbled at my belt. "Will you suck it for me a while?"
She looked up, up into my eyes and nodded. I freed my hot, hard dick from my trousers and held it out towards her. Jessie leaned forward on the toilet seat and slipped her glorious little lips around the end of my dick.
"Ohhhhh, sweetie!" I groaned as her little lips sucked juice from my cock. I felt the tiny tip of her tongue probing at my hole. "Ohh, little baby girl! Ohh, suck me, honey, suck me!" I pushed my dick forwards, forcing more of it into her beautiful little mouth. She sucked on it, reaching out a little hand to take hold of the shaft while her lips and tongue played heaven with the head.
Jessie sucked me off for a few glorious minutes, her little mouth working all over the end of my dick, making my juices run and building up an incredible pressure in my balls. My shaft was so hard it hurt, and the head of my cock pulsed and bulged between her lips. Occasionally she lifted her eyes to meet mine, her beautiful gaze fixed on me, my eyes lost in the pool of hers as she sucked my dick.
With all her erotic teasing with olives and ice cream and sweet pee I was not going to last long. A few minutes was all it took. Groaning softly, I took hold of my cock, reluctantly pulling back from her avid little mouth. "Oh baby I'm gonna cum. Hold on. Hold on... honey... oooooooooooo... oooo... oooo..."
I came, ejaculating great looping streams that splattered against her chest, oozing and dribbling down her curving little belly and trickling down over her pussy. Her initial shock gave way to an immense grin as she looked down at the mess I'd made all over her lovely little body. She looked up, wickedly. "Good job you didn't get *that* on my dress!"
After taking a good few seconds to catch my breath, I helped her clean off, ensuring I wiped her little pussy very carefully indeed. I gave her a hand down from the seat and pulled up her panties for her. I couldn't resist one final little kiss on her kitty. She giggled. I grinned back and kissed her cute little mouth.
Her dress was perfectly dry.
"How about that, honey?" I said, dropping it back over her outstretched arms. "Perfect timing. Now, what would you like to do for the rest of the afternoon?"