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   Story_intro: It started off pretty much an ordinary day.  When Harry
awoke, the birds where singing, and the sun was already poking its head
out. He listened to the radio as he drank his coffee and smoked a
cigarette. Well, I say listen, it was more of a background noise as the DJ
prattled on.  "With a high of 75 degrees ...oh what a scorcher...here's the
latest from Boyzone..." What a Pratt, Harry thought to himself, and he
HATED Boyzone.  As it was going to be a warm day, he decided to head for
the park to do a bit of "site seeing".
   When Harry Met Sally
   Darles Chickens
   It started off pretty much an ordinary day.  When Harry awoke, the birds
where singing, and the sun was already poking its head out.  He listened to
the radio as he drank his coffee and smoked a cigarette.  Well, I say
listen, it was more of a background noise as the DJ prattled on.
   "With a high of 75 degrees ...oh what a scorcher...here's the latest
from Boyzone..." What a Pratt, Harry thought to himself, and he HATED
Boyzone.  As it was going to be a warm day, he decided to head for the park
to do a bit of "site seeing".
   He could have quite easily have walked the short distance to the park,
but he took his car.  He liked to drive it in the summertime, with the top
down - it was his pride and joy.  In fact he enjoyed life a lot.  He worked
for himself from home via his computer, so if he didn't feel like working.
He didn't!  It often happened in summer that the work dropped off, probably
due to companies holiday periods, which was fine by him.  He worked very
hard during the winter months, so money was not a problem.  He had his car,
his own flat, which was bought and paid for, thanks to a legacy from his
Grandfather when he had died.  So at the age of 32, he was happy with his
single lifestyle.  He'd had relationships of course, even a couple of
marriage proposals, but had turned them down, telling them his prospective
wives that he "didn't want to be tied down".  He always smiled inwardly
when he said that.  If they knew the REAL reason, they'd probably have a
fit...
   As he swung the convertible through the gates of the vast park, he just
about heard the gravel crunch under the tyres over the top of his car
stereo.  As he parked up his eyes done a quick scan of the park.  There
were a lot of people there already and it wasn't quite 10am yet.  As he
shut the engine off, he could hear a sound, which was like music to his
ears...the squeal of children playing.  He grabbed his holdall from the
back seat, locked the car, and headed off in the direction of the sound. 
'I love the summer, especially school holidays', he thought to himself.
   When he reached the area where the swings and roundabouts were, Harry
was surprised to find it pretty empty.  The sounds he'd heard were coming
from the open-air swimming pool a little way from where he was.  There were
two women sitting on one of the benches deep in conversation while their
toddlers played together in a nearby sand pit.  Harry sat on another seat
opposite the swings, like he always did.  He liked to sit right opposite
the swings so that he could observe.  He got the newspaper that he'd
brought on the way with a few other things, out of the holdall and
pretended to be reading it.  It was always good cover when he peered over
the top.
   There was only one person on the swings; a girl who Harry guessed was
around 8 or 9.  She was a very pretty little thing, with long blond hair
tied back in a ponytail.  She had a short, flimsy summer dress on; you know
the type that you can see through if you stand in the right place with the
sun behind you.  The dress was white, with small multi coloured flowers on
it.  The girl also had white knee length socks, and a pair of "jelly" red
plastic sandals.  'Very nice', Harry thought to himself, 'very nice
indeed'. He glanced over to where the two women were chatting and was
pleased to see they had gathered up their offspring, secured them in their
prospective buggies, and were getting ready to leave.  He peered back over
the top of his paper, relieved that he could be a little less discreet. 
The girl was standing up on the seat of the swing, making the apparatus go
higher and higher.  As she did, little did she realise that Harry was
getting a good glimpse up her dress, and the higher she went, the better
the view.  As the swing moved back and forth, her dress swished, moving a
little higher each time.  Harry admired her legs.  He loved little girls in
white knee length socks.  In fact, he loved little girls - full stop.  He
also enjoyed little boys, but given the preference, it was girls first,
particularly girls in white knee length socks, and especially girls in
white knee length socks AND school uniforms or pretty, flimsy, summer
dresses!
   Harry watched as the girl got higher and higher.  He continued to look
at her legs.  His eyes continued up her legs and he saw the white thighs.
He wished for her to go higher, as any second he would catch a glimpse of
her knickers.  As if she was reading his mind, she went a little higher,
and Harry got his first peek of her tiny pair of pale blue knickers, which
covered her sex.  They looked very tight, and Harry could almost see the
outline of her little girl pussy lips through the tight, flimsy material.
He felt the familiar stirring of his manhood and rested the newspaper on
his lap.  Meanwhile, the girl on the swing and turned herself around.  Now
every time she swung back and forth, Harry got a glimpse of her cute,
knicker covered bottom.  She was very shapely, and her pert little bum
looked perfect.  Harry now started to formulate how he would initiate
contact with her.  That was until it was virtually decided for him!
   He continued to watch the girl on the swing, as the stirring of his cock
continued to a solid erection.  Harry decided that he just had to get to
know this girl; she was the sweetest thing he'd ever seen.  Oblivious to
him, the girl on the swing continued to get higher.  The swishing of her
dress, revealing more and more of the delights underneath.  In the
distance, Harry could the siren of an emergency vehicle.  By the tone of
it, it was heading towards them.  The girl on the swing started to look for
it, as the sound of the siren got louder and louder.  Harry spotted that it
was a fire engine passing right next to the park, it's blue lights
flashing, obviously on an emergency call.  The girl on the swing spotted it
too.  She was quite high now and tried to turn herself to get a better view
of the passing fire engine.  Harry was watching the fire engine pass too,
and wasn't watching the girl when he heard a cry.  He turned his attention
to the girl, who was now on the woodchip surface crying and clutching her
leg.  Harry realised that she'd fallen, while trying to get a better view
of the passing vehicle.  He got up and made his way to the crying girl.  As
he got closer, he realised just how pretty she was.  Not just her striking
long blond hair, but the whole of her; her face with a light sprinkling of
freckles and little button nose, right through the rest of her.  She was
perfectly proportioned, with a shapely body for a girl of her age.  As
Harry got closer the girl was still crying and clutching her leg.  He
noticed the dark red of blood coming from a wound there.
   "I bet that hurt", Harry said, breaking the ice.  The girl nodded
between sobs.  "Here, let's have a look", he continued as he crouched down
to her level.  The girl reluctantly let go of her leg to reveal some
grazing to her knee and upper part of her leg.  Fortunately, the local
council had been pressurised to put a safety surface down in it's play
area, so only minor injuries occurred, opposed to the more serious ones
which occurred from the concrete which had been there before.
   "Hey, c'mon it's not that bad", Harry said in a consoling tone, "anyway,
that face of yours is far to pretty to be spoilt with tears".  The girl
with the little button nose looked up at him, and tried to smile through
the tears.  "That's better", Harry told her.  "Can you stand?"
   "I ..I ..Think so", the girl stammered, the tears starting to subside.
   "See if you can, and we'll go over to my car, I have a first aid kit in
there".  The girl stood up slowly.  Harry offered his arm to support her,
and she hobbled the short distance to the car.  He unlocked the car's
central locking from the passenger side and the girl sat on the front seat.
Harry went to the car's boot and got out a small green case marked with a
white cross.
   "Right then" he said jovially, "let's take a look at your battle scars"
   The girl lifted her leg in order for him to look at it.  As she done so,
her dress rode up and Harry caught a full on view of her pale blue knicks.
The wound looked sore, but not serious.  He got some cotton wool from the
first aid box, and a small bottle of sterile water, and dabbed at it very
gently.  The girl winced.
   "Sorry" Harry said.
   "That's okay, it's very sore" the girl replied.
   "Well at least you've stopped crying now.  You know, you have a far too
pretty face to be spoiled by tears."
   The girl smiled shyly, "thank you" Harry moved round and got into the
passenger side of the car.  Once he was sitting there, he got her to move
her leg onto his lap, and he cleaned the wound properly.
   "The top of my leg REALLY hurts," she complained.
   "Okay, let's take a look" She lifted her dress a little to reveal her
milky white thighs, and Harry almost gasped aloud at the sight.  "I'm not
surprised it hurts," he told her, that's a nasty old bruise you've got
there.  "By the way, I don't even know your name..."
   "It's Sally," she told him.
   "Well I'm Harry," he told her offering his hand, "Nice to make your
acquaintance madam".  He said this in a sarcastic jokey way, which made
Sally giggle
   "Charmed I'm sure!" she replied in a mock posh voice, to keep the joke
going.  Harry laughed.  He realised that things were going well here, so he
decided to 'dip his toe in the water'
   "I can't do much for the bruise," he told her, "although I could offer
to rub it better if that will help?"
   "Hmm, might help.  Won't make it any worse I suppose" Sally said.
   "Move over to her then" Harry said patting his seat.  The young girl
moved over so that she was half on his lap.  Harry reached down and gently
rubbed where the bruise was starting to show.
   "How's that?  He asked
   "Better" she replied.  Harry put his other arm around her.
   "You really are a pretty girl" he told her, "and if I had a daughter,
I'd want her to look just like you, especially that little button nose of
yours" With that he planted a light playful kiss on the end of her nose,
wanting to see if she reacted, which she didn't.
   "Thanks" she told him.
   "By the way, I don't make a habit of kissing young girls I hardly know"
he lied, "only very pretty ones with leg injuries!"
   Sally giggled again.  Harry loved the way this girl looked, and he
especially liked her innocent girlish giggle.  "In fact, because I love
that button nose of yours, that's what I'm going to call you in
future...Button!"
   "If you want to, I don't mind" Sally said.  Harry glanced at his watch.
It was just gone 11.30 and the time had flown past.
   "Well then, Button, best see about getting you home and telling your Mum
& Dad what's happened".
   "Can't," the girl replied
   "Why not?" he asked
   "Ain't got a Dad, he left years ago" she explained.
   "Oh sorry" Harry said
   "I'm not, Mum said he was a drunken old bastard"
   Harry feigned shock at her use of the word.  "Colourful language for a
young lady!"
   "Sorry" she said "but that's what Mum says" Harry laughed.  "So what
about Mum?"
   "Oh she's at work, anyway she ain't got much time for me.  Anyway, I can
look after meself"
   "Yeah ..  Right ..  Until you fall off a swing or something.."
   Sally laughed, "something like that.  I have my own key and I come and
go as I want really, as long as I'm home by 8pm"
   "Oh so you're a latch key kid then?"
   "A what?"
   Doesn't matter," he laughed.
   "How old are you button?"
   "Nine" she told him, "be ten soon though" she said proudly
   "Nine going on nineteen.." All the time they were talking Harry's hand
was gently rubbing the top of her leg.  He thought about moving it that
little bit higher but didn't want to rush it.  His cock was already erect
and he wondered if the girl could feel it through the flimsy material.
   "How do you fancy some lunch?  "
   "Er..I dunno, hadn't thought about it" she replied
   "You choose, anywhere you like!"
   "Anywhere?  Really?"
   "I just said ...  ANYWHERE!"
   "Err ..  Can we go to ...  Burger King?" Harry put his posh voice on
again.
   "If madam wants Burger King, then madam gets Burger King..Don't forget
to belt up though," he told her as he kissed the top of her head.  What she
done next surprised him.  She turned her head and kissed him lightly on the
lips.
   "Thank you," she said, "you are the nicest person I've ever met," she
told him.
   He pretended to be really embarrassed as the girl moved to the passenger
seat and done her seat belt up.
   "Aww shucks!" he said, which sent Sally into fits of laughter.  Harry
started the engine and they were off.  The car stereo burst into
life...they were playing Boyzone...AGAIN!
   Sally started singing along to the old Osmonds number.
   "Don't love meeker for fun giiiirrrllllll"
   "Must be something wrong with the car," he said.
   Sally looked worried.  "Why?"
   "There's an awful noise coming from it...oh sorry you were singing...I
thought..."
   "Sally giggled and playfully slapped his arm.  After that she
deliberately sung VERY loud, and out of tune all the way to the eatery.
   Within twenty minutes they were sitting in a quiet corner booth in a
Burger King restaurant.  The table was stacked with food; burgers, chicken
dippers, onion rings, fries, and milk shakes.  They both tucked in
heartily.
   "Thank you for this" Sally said
   "You're more than welcome," Harry told her.
   "Can I ask you something?" Sally continued,
   "Course you can sweetheart, anything you want!"
   "You might think this strange and weird though, I mean you don't really
know me, and ..."
   "For Christ sake!  " he said jokingly, "just say what you wanna say!"
   "Can ..  Can ..Can I come and sit on your lap?"
   "Is THAT it?" Harry started laughing as the girl nodded.  He decided to
string her along for a moment.
   "Well...like you said..You don't really know me...and.." He suddenly
stopped when he looked at her disappointed face.  She obviously didn't
realise that he was only pulling her leg.
   "OF COURSE YOU CAN, YOU DONUT!" he told her.  Sally broke into a broad
smile as she realised she'd been had.
   She slid from her seat and moved onto Harry's lap, as they sat at the
table.  It was a bit of a tight squeeze but they managed it.
   In between mouthfuls of burger, they continued to find out about one
another.
   "You said if you had a daughter earlier...don't you have kids?" she
asked him
   "Nope"
   "You married?"
   "Nope you?" he joked.  The now familiar giggle emerged again.
   "Course not, silly!"
   "Just asking!" he said with a grin hugging the young girl on his lap.
   "I like that" she told him,
   "Like what?"
   "Being hugged and kissed.  Mum NEVER hugs and kisses me"
   "Well she must be daft then, a beautiful pretty girl like you.." Harry
hugged her again.  This time Sally turned to face him, and they kissed each
other on the lips.  Not a passionate one, but longer than the earlier one.
Harry 's cock had stirred and he was hard again.  He was sure that Sally
could feel it.  The girl moved on his lap.
   "You okay?" he asked,
   "Yeah, just getting comfy," she replied.  She had repositioned herself,
and it felt as if she had positioned herself exactly so that the bulge of
his cock was making direct contact with her pussy.  Every so often she
would move saying she was trying to get comfortable again, but Harry
wondered.  He then dismissed the idea that she even had an inkling of how
much he was turned on by her.
   "Anything else you want to know?  Shoes size?  Inside leg?"
   "You're taking the mickey now" she told him.  He acted shocked.
   " Me?  Never!" he laughed.
   "Whereabouts you live?" she asked.
   "I'll show you afterwards if you want?  It's up to you"
   "That'd be cool" she replied.  So when the food was eaten, that's where
they headed.

   END OF CHAPTER ONE
   This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
  
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