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Subject: Incest story: "The Young Gymnast" part 1
Date: Wed, 08 Jun 2005 12:19:18 -0700
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The Young Gymnast
Part 1
He always fantasied about young girls, those girls just on the cusp of
womanhood - ages 11 - 14. When at the beach during the summer he would
pick out and watch carefully those kinds of girls. He loved to see
their
small, firm breasts, thin thighs, tight asses which were most revealed
at the beach when they were in their bathing suits. The body style he
liked most was an almost boyish look - very thin, small breasts, short
hair. This was best seen in girls of that age group, whose bodies had
not developed even the slightest sag but was well defined with the
beginnings of the classic "hourglass" figure. He would watch the young
girls
coming out of the water or getting up from their blankets when their
bathing suit rode up into their crotches to see their firm asses which
blended into their thighs rather that hanging over them. He had to look
quickly since they pulled their bathing suits back into place as soon
as they felt it ride up. That's why his
ultimate fantasy was that of a gymnast. There was the perfect body. He
could be assured that the girl would be thin, muscular, perfect ass,
firm, budding breasts, often short hair. Of course, the other thing
about
gymnasts that fed his fantasies was the way they could stretch their
bodies, opening them up completely for examination in every detail.
One lucky day that he was passing by a gymnastics school in town when
the sound of someone working out on the equipment came through the
door.
Like most gymnastic schools, this one had a practice room with just
a door and no windows, since the girls did not like to be watched as
they worked out. This particular room had another door to the street
which
today was opened a crack. That's how he happened to hear the workout
as he passed. Looking at the rest of the gymnastics school, it seemed
that the place was closed for the day except for the one girl working
out. He got up his nerve and walked in the door.
She didn't see him at first, but he sure saw her. It was like a fantasy
come true. She looked about 12 or 13 - it was hard to tell since a
gymnast's body is usually undeveloped due the the continuous exercise.
She had very short, almost white blonde hair in a pageboy style.
She was dressed in a
long sleeved leotard, typical for a gymnast. The gym had that musky
smell
of equipment and sweat. Judging by how little she was sweating, he
figured she had just started her workout. As he walked into the room
further, she noticed him and stopped her workout on the unparallel
bars.
She seemed frightened. He made up a story about looking for a gymnastic
school for his daughter and was the owner of this school around. The
girl
replied that she was alone - everyone else had gone home for the day
and
had left her to practice and lock up. What unbelievable luck for him!
As he talked to her he began his initial examination of what appeared
to be his fantasy fulfilled. She was about five feet tall, very fair
complexion, which was to be expected from a girl with such blonde hair,
and what could only be described as his vision of the perfect body
(at least from the front, which was all he could see as he talked to
her). Of course she was very thin - he could almost see her ribs
through
her outfit. He breasts looked to be small mounds. the bases the
diameter
of a grapefruit but they only stuck out about an inch or so from
her chest. For him, the perfect breasts were small but with a larger
diameter at the base rather than the same diameter from base to tip.
When a young girl's breast begin to bud, this is usually how they
looked.
He couldn't see her nipples because she was wearing some kind of sports
bra.
Her waist came in slightly and back out sightly at her hips. Her thighs
were thin and firm - not much larger that the rest of her leg. He
looked
at her crotch in the hopes of seeing her leotard creeping into her
crack,
but her underwear prevented it. Finally her face. He was always of the
opinion
that a girl's pubic hair color and shade would match her eyebrows. His
ultimate weakness was for natural blondes. In his opinion, you could
not
call yourself a natural blonde unless your pubic hair was as blonde as
the hair on your head, and through his experience with porno magazines
and tapes he had seen very few women indeed that met his strict
definition
of blonde. Add to this his other desire for straight rather than
curly pubic hair, and the field was narrowed down to barely
nonexistent.
His hopes for perfection were raised as he examined the girl's face.
Her
white blonde hair appeared to be the same shade from tip to root - a
very
good sign. Her hair was very straight with no wave whatsoever - he
thought
the term for this was flaxen. Now her eyebrows. What little eyebrow she
had was a light grey. Even her eyelashes were lighter than normal. Her
eyes were a light blue. Very Nordic looking. Could
she be his perfect blonde? Maybe he would find out. Her face was really
that
of a boy's. In fact, if you didn't see her breasts you would probably
mistake her for a boy. There she was - his dream come true. She had not
begun to sweat yet since she had just begun her work out. He hoped he
would
get to watch her sweat.
Now all he had to do was get her to go along as he
played out his fantasy. It was amazing how much he was able
to examine her during their short conversation.
He asked if he could watch as she worked out. He said that he was not
sure
if gymnastics was right for his daughter. She was reluctant so he tried
a different approach. He offered to pay her ten dollars to be able to
stay. Like most girls her age, buying the latest CDs, and makeup
(although
she wasn't wearing any today) were her number one priorities and that
took lots of money so she jumped at the opportunity to earn some
easily.
She agreed to let him stay. Now she owed him, so he took the
opportunity
to ask some innocent questions. What was her name? Kelly, she said. He
guessed that a tom-boy looking girl like her might have a unisex same.
How old was she? Twelve and a half. Perfect age.
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