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kids_at_play:
Your Story Is Grate As Is All Of Your Stories.
Nikki
kids_at_play@webtv.net wrote:
>WARNING: The following fictional tale tells the story of a sexual
>encounter between an adult male and his 8-year-old niece. It also
>contains scenes of foot fetishism and pantyhose/tights fetishism. If the
>topics of incest, pedophilia, foot/tights fetish and fish scare you or
>are illegal to read about in your neck of the woods then please read no
>further. But then again, if I meant that, then probably no one would
>read my story so belay that last warning. Go ahead, read on. No one will
>know. No one can hear you read in space. Or something to that effect.
>
>DISCLAIMER: Any resemblance of characters, people (not always the same
>thing, mind you),
>places, objects or fishbowls to any of their counterparts in real life
>is unintended, coincidence, happenstance and against all odds. Please,
>if you liked the story, tell me. If you hated it, tell me that, also.
>But for Pete and others' sakes tell me that you at least read my story.
>Thank you.
>
>AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have written nothing new lately although there are
>about a half-dozen unfinished stories in my IN box. While this
>particular story is NEW, it is nonetheless old. Written back in 1987 and
>found in a closet by me about a month ago I decided to at least get
>something out there lest people forget about me. As if that could
>happen. Pshaw! Yeah, right, and guys read Playboy for the articles.
>
>DEDICATION: To those who, like me, enjoy the thrill of tights on a young
>girl. I know you're out there somewhere. Surely I am not alone. This if
>for you. Well, okay, and for me. Enjoy.
>
>
>
>"Through a Fishbowl Clearly"
>
>by kids_at_play
>
>(Mg, inc, cons, mast, foot/tights fetish)
>
>
>I had a full day planned out. A few sales calls with several clients in
>the morning, some office calls in the office in the afternoon, followed
>by some public-relations events in the early evening. I was out of bed
>before the sun rose
>and showered, shaved and dressed, putting on my finest suit coat and
>tie. I looked at myself in the mirror and was pleased with what looked
>back at me. A reasonably handsome face, average, I'd guess; nothing
>outstanding or what you'd call hunky but an okay-looking guy. Dark brown
>hair parted on the left. Green eyes staring back at me. I saw a
>well-dressed, well-groomed 35-year-old man standing in my place. With a
>lot of things to do. So I'd better get a move on.
>
>Grabbing my keys I headed for the front door and just as I was about to
>open it the phone rang. It was my sister, who lived about 5 minutes from
>me. She was 26 years old and a single mom with an 8-year-old daughter,
>my niece Beth. My sister had married young and a year after Beth was
>born her husband up and left her. She raised Beth all by herself and had
>done a pretty good job of it, too.
>
>My sister had a favor to ask of me. Would I please take Beth into town
>with me on my way to work? Lynn, that was my sister's name, had an
>appointment she couldn't cancel and Beth was going to spend the day at
>her grandmother's, mine and Lynn's mother.
>
>Jokingly I said, "What do I get out of it if I do?"
>
>"You get me for an evening of fun!" my sister replied in a wink.
>
>Lynn and I had been bantering with this sexual innuendo for years since
>her husband had left.
>And although I knew that my sister wasn't serious about the things she
>said it stirred fantasies in me that I always took what she said as the
>truth. But I never let her know that. After all, it was just a fantasy.
>
>"Okay, you're on!" I told her teasingly.
>
>"You'll never be the same man after I'm through with you," Lynn added
>sensually.
>
>My sister was also average-looking, although to me she was beautiful.
>Lynn had red curly hair
>which framed a cute little round face with a button nose. I'd had a
>crush on her ever since I was a teenager. And now the thought of her
>"doing things" with me left me with a very intense sexual longing for my
>sister. But I knew it to be her way of coping with being alone so I let
>it pass.
>
>I told her that I knew she was joking but that I'd be glad to give Beth
>a ride. My sister insisted that she wasn't kidding but I brushed it off
>as more of her banter and said I'd pick up Beth in about 5 minutes. Lynn
>thanked me and hung
>up.
>
>On the drive over to my sister's house, I mentally juggled the morning's
>agenda. It was still early, almost 8:30, and my first client stop wasn't
>until 9:30. I had time to pick my niece up and take her in town to my
>mother's and still be able to drive back out to my first client of the
>day. No problem.
>
>I pulled in front of my sister's house and Beth was already standing by
>the curb waiting for me. She looked almost like her mother. Just a
>smaller version. Bright red hair, full and curly and bouncy. Beautiful,
>like her mother. She was short for her age, standing at just over 3 and
>a half feet tall. This made her look younger than her 8 years of age.
>
>She was standing by the curb, a small purse dangling from one shoulder,
>holding a fishbowl in her hands. With fish in it. Full of water, of
>course. She was wearing a blue print dress, quite short, I noted, and a
>pair of white tights.
>As I pulled up to the curb I could see that her tights were white
>cableknit tights, the lined kind.
>I had a secret fetish for pantyhose and tights and even on a girl as
>young as my niece those white cableknit tights threw me for a loop. My
>niece was wearing my most favorite type of pantyhose/tights - next to
>white patterned pantyhose/tights -- but that's another story.
>
>I looked down at my niece's feet and saw that she was wearing what to me
>were the ultimate kind of shoes - Skimmers - which looked like ballerina
>shoes only made out of leather and slipped on and off of your feet quite
>easily.
>
>Beth's were light blue, and matched her dress.
>I stared at her for several seconds, unable to move or speak, until I
>heard her say,
>
>"Good Morning, Uncle Robert!"
>
>"Oh, yes, um, Good Morning, Beth," I managed to say, snapping out of my
>reverie. "What's with the fishbowl?" I asked her.
>
>Just then my sister stuck her head out the front door of the house and
>waved. Beth turned around and waved back, and I raised a hand in reply.
>Lynn's body was half out of the door and I saw that she was wearing a
>sweater and skirt with dark pantyhose. Oh my. God, she looked good.
>Maybe I would take her up on that night of fun after all. Right. Only in
>my dreams.
>
>I reached across the front seat and opened the door for Beth and watched
>as she slid carefully into the front seat. I eyed her tights-covered
>legs intently, savoring their sexiness. Her already-short dress rode up
>her legs when she sat down, letting me see pretty much of her thighs in
>her cableknit tights. Her knees shone
>through the white cableknit hose.
>
>She set the fishbowl carefully on her lap and shut the door. God, she
>looked sweet sitting there. Her feet dangled above the carpeted floor of
>my car, not being able to touch the ground. Her blue Skimmers were
>still; motionless. I was hoping that she might make them come off of her
>feet as she sat there, as that action typically excited me to no end.
>But I guess I was hoping for too much.
>
>I pointed to her seat belt and she looked at me as if to say "What?". I
>realized then that she couldn't buckle herself up what with holding the
>fishbowl in her lap so I leaned over and put the belt around her waist,
>closing it snugly. As I did this, I felt her stomach, so soft and
>pliant, through her pretty blue dress.
>
>Beth smiled up at me and said, "Thanks!"
>
>As I put the car in gear my niece finally answered my question.
>
>"The fish are for Grandma. That's where you're taking me, in case you
>didn't know."
>
>"Your mom aready told me," I said. "But she didn't say anything about
>another passenger."
>
>"Huh?" my niece asked, looking at me quizically.
>
>"The fish," I nodded, and she giggled. Such a sweet voice on her.
>
>I pulled away from the curb and headed for town. It was a fifteen minute
>drive as my sister and I lived out in the suburbs. As I drove, I would
>glance over and down at Beth's feet, hoping to see some foot action. Her
>cableknit tights looked so sexy on her legs.
>
>I drove slowly and carefully so as not to spill the water or the fish
>from the fishbowl. I looked over once at my niece's legs and saw that
>she was swinging her feet back and forth in the air. She would move her
>feet up and down using her ankle muscles. When she would put her toes
>upwards, the backs of her Skimmers would slip off of her feet. The
>tights-covered heels of her feet would be exposed to me. I loved that!
>Oh, God, to see her whole foot without her shoe! I was dying.
>
>Beth arched her feet again, and her light blue Skimmers came off of both
>feet, hanging in the air. I could see her heels and some of the bottoms
>of her tights-covered feet. Beth used her foot muscles to slap her loose
>shoes against her soles. This was very sexy to me! I felt my cock harden
>in my slacks.
>
>I tried to concentrate on my driving. I didn't want to crash the car
>while sporting an erection.
>
>I thought about what was happening to me. Yes, my niece's sexy tights
>and foot play was turning me on. But she was just a little girl. Her
>little girl legs were sexy to me. But I wasn't attracted to 8-year-old
>girls. And on top of that she was my niece. But then again I did
>entertain fantasies about my sister. But she was 26. Not 8. I was
>confused. Confused by my feelings. But in the end I couldn't deny those
>feelings. Not at all.
>
>Beth closed her shoes on her feet, using her foot muscles to slip them
>back into place. So sweet, so sexy, so fine. I looked over once and saw
>my niece raise the side of her dress, itching her thigh on the outside.
>I saw her tights-covered hip on the side, before she pushed her dress
>back down. My 8-year-old niece was turning me on something fierce.
>
>She looked at me staring at her, and I quickly looked away. Beth was
>staring at me now and I could see her smiling brightly as we rode along.
>My cock grew cramped in my pants crotch straining against the steering
>wheel at the bottom. My erection was solid now, dying for release.
>
>I glanced over at my niece and studied her. God, was she ever a pretty
>young girl. Smooth skin, soft hair, nice legs. My!
>
>"Uncle Robert?"
>
>My niece's voice startled me out of my fantasy.
>
>"Yes?" I answered.
>
>"Can you pull over somewhere? I have to feed the fish."
>
>"What?" I asked her.
>
>"I have to feed them," she said.
>
>"Why now?" I asked. "Can't you wait until you get to Grandma's to feed
>them?"
>
>"No, they're special fish," my niece informed me. "A special species.
>They have to be fed a special food when they're out of their tank so
>they can survive in this water. Please, Uncle Robert. It won't take
>long, I promise!"
>
>"Okay," I relented, and began looking for a suitable place to pull over.
>
>I saw a deserted side road and pulled onto it, driving down it a bit so
>we'd be off of the main road. I pulled beneath a big shade tree and
>turned the car off.
>
>"Where's the food?" I asked my niece.
>
>"In my purse," Beth said, nodding towards her arm.
>
>I slipped it off of her shoulder and down her arm, taking it off. I
>opened it up and saw a can of fish food. I took it out and handed it to
>her.
>She opened it and shook a few sprinkles of food into the water in the
>fishbowl. The fish therein dived at it and ate away. Beth handed me back
>the can and I put it back into her purse. I set her purse on the seat
>between us.
>
>I reached over and tapped on the side of the fishbowl to see if the fish
>would swim to where the tapping was coming from. They did, and I let my
>hand drop to my niece's knees, resting it on them. Her knees were
>together tightly, in order to support the fishbowl.
>
>I felt the rough material of my niece's white cableknit tights. It felt
>warm and smooth. Beth looked at me with a serious look on her face. I
>squeezed her one knee with my hand. I started rubbing her knee through
>her tights. I looked down and saw that she had made her one foot flex,
>the one whose knee I was rubbing, and her shoe was hanging off of her
>foot, exposing her heel. She wiggled her foot and her blue Skimmer came
>completely off and fell onto the car floor. Her entire tights-covered
>foot was exposed to my sight. My cock strained to the hilt on that. Her
>little girl foot looked so sexy and dainty in mid-air with no shoe on.
>
>"Can you put my shoe on for me, please, Uncle Robert?" my niece asked
>nicely in her little girl voice.
>
>I tried to reach for her lost shoe but my seat belt held me back. I
>deftly unbuckled it and, free of the confines, leaned forwards and was
>bending
>down. I retrieved her shoe and gently slipped it back onto her foot.
>
>"Thank you," Beth said sweetly and I sat back up.
>
>"You have very pretty legs, Beth," I told her, again putting my hand on
>her knee and squeezing it.
>
>"I'm just a little girl," she said, demurely.
>
>"That doesn't matter. You still have nice, soft, sexy legs."
>
>I ran my hand down over her knee and down the front of her leg, feeling
>the tights material covering it. I loved the feel of it! I brought my
>hand back up and moved it up her leg now, to stop at the fishbowl on her
>lap.
>
>I moved my hand to the side of her leg, pushing her dress up on the
>side, like she did before, and began scratching her there at her hip
>softly.
>"Does it still itch?" I asked my niece.
>
>"No, Uncle Robert. But it feels good when you rub it."
>
>Beth sat there holding the fishbowl on her lap. I continued stroking her
>tights-covered leg and thigh on the side. As I rubbed her thigh on the
>outside, my cock pulsed and pounded with blood in my pants. My cock
>throbbed with hardness and lust.
>
>Beth lifted her body up from the car seat and let me push her blue dress
>all the way back and free from underneath her. She sat back down,
>sitting on the car seat with just her cableknit tights pressing onto the
>seat. How sexy can you get?
>
>I could now see the top of her cableknit tights where the elastic
>waistband hugged her trim waist. Her sexy ass rounded out on the seat.
>Nice. I longed to see her tights-covered crotch but the fishbowl was
>hiding it. I ran my hand up the side of her thigh, back to her rear end,
>where I reached behind her and cupped her one ass cheek through her
>white cableknit tights.
>
>I slid over to sit next to Beth, close. I put my hand in between her
>legs at the knees, and began rubbing the insides of her thighs. The
>fishbowl stopped my hand from going any further.
>
>"Do my legs turn you on, Uncle Robert?" my niece suddenly asked me,
>surprising me.
>
>She was looking right into my eyes. I could see her green eyes staring
>back at me.
>
>"Uh, yes, they do, Beth," I told her truthfully. "But, um, how do you
>know about things like that?" I asked her.
>
>"Mommy says that her legs turn you on when you see her come out of the
>house dressed in a dress and pantyhose," my niece told me.
>
>"Oh she does, does she?" I said.
>
>"Yes, and she says that you get all excited when you see her dressed
>like that, too," Beth admitted.
>
>"Is that so?" I said.
>
>"Are you excited now, Uncle Robert?" my niece asked me, all
>innocent-like.
>
>"Um, yeah, Beth, I am."
>
>"Is your thing hard?" my niece asked suddenly.
>
>"W-what?" I sputtered.
>
>"Is your thing hard?" she asked again.
>
>"You mean my penis?" I asked her back.
>
>"Uh-huh," Beth said, nodding.
>
>"Yes, it's very hard," I told her, not sure of how we came to this point
>so quickly.
>
>"Let me see it!" my niece said, smiling at me precociously.
>
>This little minx, I thought to myself. Just what exactly has my sister
>been telling my niece about me and our sexual banterings? But that was
>neither here nor there. For the moment, I was going with the flow.
>
>I took my hand from my niece's thigh and sat back. My cock thrust my
>pants up in the middle like a tent.
>
>My niece look at this and said, "Wow, I'll say it's hard!"
>
>I unzipped my pants and parted them. My erection thrust my cotton shorts
>out through the opening. I made my cock pulse and it moved on its own,
>making Beth say, "Wow, that was neat!"
>
>She still sat there holding her fishbowl.
>
>"Take it out, Uncle Robert," she said.
>
>I parted the folds of my shorts and my naked cock popped erect, sticking
>straight out. Beth gasped when she saw it, then began to study it. It
>throbbed and pulsed as she ran her eyes up and down its length.
>
>"Can you - can you, um - play with your thing - um, your penis - while I
>watch?" my niece asked me hesitantly.
>
>I looked at little Beth. My little 8-year-old niece. The little minx.
>
>"Only if you do something for me," I told her.
>
>"What?" she asked.
>
>"Take your shoes on and off. That really gets me hot."
>
>"So that's what you were looking at while we were driving," Beth said.
>"I had my shoes partways off, didn't I?"
>
>I nodded yes.
>
>"Okay," my niece said, "go ahead."
>
>I lay back against the car seat and looked down at Beth's feet hanging
>above the car's floor. She began by pulsing her foot muscles, a little
>bit at a time. I started stroking my cock up and down with my fist. It
>felt so damn good! My niece made her light blue Skimmers come off of her
>feet, slapping them against her soles again. I stroked my cock harder at
>this action. Beth kicked her shoes off completely now, wiggling her
>tights-covered toes for my enjoyment. I pounded my cock with my fist.
>She reached down with her feet and toed into her Skimmers,
>bringing them back up off of the floor again but still hanging halfway
>off of her feet.
>
>She put one foot on top of the other and pushed her one shoe off,
>letting it fall to the floor again. She wiggled her other shoe on her
>tights-covered foot before sending that one falling to the floor to join
>her other shoe.
>This was too much for me to bear and I felt myself getting ready to
>shoot my load.
>
>"Oh, God, Beth, you're making me come! Your feet are making me come!
>Ahhhh!"
>
>I exploded into the air, spurt after spurt of come flying from the tip
>of my cock, while my niece watched with wonderment. I stroked and milked
>my cock until I was drained. It slowly deflated, once again limp, but
>still hanging outside my pants through the opening in my cotton shorts.
>
>"Wow, that was so neat!" Beth said, smiling.
>
>Her hand came away from the fishbowl and I felt her touch my limp cock.
>She rubbed it, feeling the head. Her hand rubbed my come into my cock.
>She sat there with her shoeless feet hanging in the air, her white
>cableknit tights covering them, rubbing my penis.
>
>I moved even closer to Beth's side, turning sort of sideways, and
>managed to let my cock brush against her cableknit tights on the side of
>her leg. I began moving my hips and rubbing my cock against the material
>of her white tights.
>
>The combination of the feel of her tights against my cock and her small
>hand stroking me caused my cock to begin to swell and grow again.
>
>"Look, Uncle Robert, it's getting hard again," my niece said, watching
>as her small hand was filling with my rapidly-inflating cock.
>
>Although I had just come, the scene and moment was so intense that my
>body reacted in direct opposite of what was mechanically impossible.
>That's how turned on I was!
>
>As Beth stroked me, my cock grew into another full erection in her hand.
>She held it tightly in her hand as my cock erected. While she was
>squeezing my full erection, I was stretching down and playing with her
>tights-covered feet.
>I was rubbing her dainty toes, her instep, her soles and her heels
>through her white cableknit tights.
>
>"I want to do it this time," my niece said, and she began using her hand
>to masturbate my cock.
>
>As Beth played with my cock, I was putting my hands beneath her rump and
>cupping and molding her tights-covered ass cheeks. I was squeezing those
>firm globes and loving the feel.
>Beth brought her one leg up and crossed it over her knee, the fishbowl
>still safely anchored on her lap, her tights-covered foot pointing right
>at me.
>
>The tip of my erection touched the sole of her foot, and she began to
>rub the bottom of her foot over the head of my cock. It felt like
>heaven!
>
>Beth continued to stroke my cock with her hand as her foot rubbed over
>the head of my cock.
>I could feel the next load of come boiling in my balls and I knew I'd
>erupt once again.
>
>"Here it comes again, Beth! Oh my God, I'm gonna shoot again, oh, God,
>ohhhh....."
>
>My come shot from the tip of my cock, although not as forceful as
>before. I came all over the bottom of my niece's foot and her hand
>milked me for all the come left in my balls. Beth pumped my cock until
>the shots of come stopped, and then when my cock was wilted once more,
>she caressed it with her sticky tights-covered foot. Oh God!
>
>I got some towels out of the glove compartment and wiped off her foot
>and her leg where some of my come had spattered. I put my limp penis
>back in my shorts and shut my pants. I bent down and slipped my niece's
>Skimmers back onto her feet, but not before bestowing some final
>caresses to them. She smoothed her blue dress back down and covered her
>bottom and sat back down on the car seat the way she was when she first
>got into my car.
>
>I got back behind the wheel and started the car.
>I pulled back out onto the main road and continued driving towards my
>mother's house.
>Beth was quiet on the rest of the drive but I was mentally reviewing my
>day and my options. It was just going on 9:30 so I wouldn't be able to
>make my first client appointment. That wasn't a problem. My problem was
>my niece and what we just did together. Actually, what she let me do to
>her and what she did to me. I had wanted desperately to see her
>tights-covered crotch and maybe even rub it, on the outside of her
>tights and maybe even underneath them. If my sister was serious in her
>allegations of a fun night, maybe I'd be able to somehow get Beth
>involved with our fun. My God! Now that's be something.
>
>I pulled in front of my mother's house and Beth leaned over and kissed
>me on my cheek. She climbed out of my car gingerly, taking care not to
>spill the fishbowl.
>
>She leaned in the window and said, "I'll tell mommy that we had lots of
>fun and then she'll want to have fun with you, too, Uncle Robert!"
>
>And with that my niece smiled sweetly and turned around and headed for
>her Grandmother's front door.
>
>Somehow I knew that tonight would be loaded with lots of fun.
>
>
>The End
>
>
>Thanks for reading this story. If you haven't read it, then you'll
>never see this part down here, now will you? You can leave a comment in
>the group this story was posted or you can e-mail me at
>kids_at_play@webtv.net
>
>
>kids_at_play
>
>Maxima debetur puero reverentia
>(We owe the greatest respect to a child)
>
>"Well I'm a grown man and as strong as I am, well sometimes it's hard to
>believe; that one little girl with little blonde curls can totally
>terrify me." (Gary Allan)
>
>
>"Thank Heaven for little girls!" (Maurice Chevalier)
>
>"Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart?" (Lovin' Spoonful --
>1965)
>
>"We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the
>heart too big for the body." (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
>
>"He who cannot see the beauty of a child hath no beauty in him."
>(Anon)
>
>"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
>John Keats, "Endymion" 1818
>
>Kids are our future. Kids are our hope. Please respect them. Don't
>exploit them.
>
>kids_at_play
>
>
>
>