Splashing Marta 

Ross had lived at the trailer park for six months now, in all that time the trailer next door had been empty and it was becoming very run down.  The roof leaked, weeds grew all around the guttering and the paint was peeling.  Ross had taken to making use of the extra land beside his plot for a table and chair so he could sit out in the sun and enjoy a beer or two so he was a bit upset when the site janitor came to him one day and told him he would have to move his stuff as the trailer had been let and was going to be repaired.

Ross was 31, a freelance photographer by profession. He had recently split from his girlfriend and had moved out of the flat he shared with her and rented this trailer to save some money.  He did not have any regular contracts and relied on tips from his press friends for possible “scoop” pictures.  To supplement his income he took “soft porn” pics for a downmarket magazine.  It was this that caused the split with his girlfriend, she was convinced he was doing more than take pictures of the models.  She was right of course and the “harder” pics he took of them and him in action he sold on the internet.  The proceeds from that went into an account that his girlfriend had been unaware of.

During the next week the janitor and some builders came and repaired the next door trailer, making it look much better, Ross asked the janitor about the new tenant. “Some broad down on her luck” he said in his dismissive manner, although he worked there the janitor saw all trailer park tenants as inferior beings.

As Ross returned from an assignment that weekend he saw a large van outside his trailer, blocking his parking space.  He pulled into the visitors parking bay and walked past the van, looking to get a glimpse of his new neighbour.  There was much activity, furniture being moved in etc: and he carried on to his door, letting himself in.  He poured a beer and looked from his window at the scene next door. He was struck by the cheap look of much of furniture going into the place. Unless it had already gone in, there was no TV in sight either.  As he continued to watch, a dark haired woman walked out to the removal van, she looked about late twenties but kind of “old before her time”. She was poorly dressed and her hair was unwashed and lank. She also swore very fluently as Ross could clearly hear from her conversation with the removal men, a very one sided conversation as they could hardly get a word in as she ranted at them. “Just what I don’t need” thought Ross to himself, “A loud mouthed bitch living next door.  He moved away from the window and set about downloading his photos from his camera  to his computer.

He heard the van drive off and went out to move his car to his own space.  As he walked across his plot a child’s voice rang out “Hi mister, we just moved in”.  He turned in surprise to see a little girl hopping up and down on the porch next door.  She waved at him so he smiled and waved back.  He continued to his car and parked up beside his trailer.  The little girl was gone and the door was now shut, suddenly he heard an angry raised voice and looking at the window opposite saw the dark haired woman shaking her finger and ranting at an unseen other person. He assumed it must be the little girl, “poor little thing” he muttered to himself.  During the rest of the evening he was aware of noise from next door, furniture scraping on a floor, toilet being flushed, a little hammering etc: but it did not bother him too much.  As it got dark and he turned his lights on he noticed that next door was still in darkness.  A short time later there was a knock on his door. He opened it to find the dark haired woman standing on his porch. She stepped back as he opened the door and looked a bit fearful.  “Hi my name is Mary Jane, I just moved in next door and I can’t get the electrics to work, will you help me please”?  “Sure I will” said Ross, “I will get the torch from my car”.  He followed her across to her trailer and headed for the meter cupboard which was under one end of it.  “Shit, no one told me about this thing” she said angrily as his torch lit up the switches and dials, he reached in and put the main switch to “On” bathing her trailer in light. “Thanks a lot er um” “Ross” he finished the sentence for her.  “One problem you will still have” said Ross, “the hot water heaters in these things take ages to warm up, you will have no shower ready until tomorrow morning”  “Shit” she said again “and I smell like a polecat just now” She realised what she had said and began to apologise when a little voice called out “Mommy can I have my bath now”?  Mary Jane said “that’s my daughter, Marta, she likes to bath before she goes to bed”.  “I think I saw her earlier” said Ross. “Yeah but I told her off for shouting at you, she is far too friendly for her own good” said Mary Jane. “Having kids these days is tough, so many pervs about”  This gal sure is plain spoken thought Ross to himself.  “I have an idea” said Ross, “you and Marta can use my bathroom to get cleaned up, I will walk down to the local bar for an hour or so”.

Mary Jane looked at him for a moment then said “That’s a swell offer, Ross, thank you, we will, but you stay right here, it’s your home and I wont have you turned out because of us silly girls” She laughed and he grinned back at her.

Twenty minutes later Mary Jane and Marta came across to his trailer, they carried a small overnight bag and some towels and shower gel.  Ross showed them the bathroom and pointed out they could change in his bedroom which was next door. He would stay in the lounge until they came back out.  He settled down to watch TV with another beer.  He heard Marta before he saw her, she launched herself through the door from the kitchen and hurtled onto the sofa beside him, nearly spilling his beer.  She was dressed in bright pink pyjamas and a pink dressing gown, her socks and jelly beans were pink too, no one would mistake her for a boy thought Ross. This little pink projectile cuddled up beside him and said “watchya watchin hun”.  Her sudden appearance and now her close proximity rendered him speechless and she leaned into his lap saying “cantcha talk hun”? Sadly for Ross, her elbow was now in a painful place as she stared up at him.  He lifted her out of his lap gently and said “Hello Marta, my name is Ross, welcome to my home”. “Kinda formal aintcha”? she replied with a cute giggle, snuggling up to him again.  He could feel her warmth and smell the talcum powder that Mary Jane had dusted on her.  He turned slightly to look at her, curly brown hair, brown eyes, very white teeth, pretty but not a stunner. “watcha looking at”? she asked him. “You” he replied. “Like whatcha see hun” she asked.  She sure has her Mum’s plain speaking ways thought Ross. “Yes I do actually” replied Ross.  “Ackshully, you kinda posh”? she chided him. “I aint heard no one say ackshully ‘cept on TV” she stated firmly.  Ross burst out laughing at that.  Marta took that as a good sign and climbed into his lap, her bum over his crotch and her legs either side of his.  He put his arms around her and she pressed herself back against him. Ross did not have much experience of children sitting on him and where to put his hands presented him with a problem. She was small, his hands were large and so wherever he rested them he was touching her where he felt he shouldn’t. Marta, on the other hand was not at all bothered as long as she was being cuddled. She wriggled in her enjoyment and her little bum dipped deeper into his crotch, parting his thighs, coming to rest on his dick.  He had never lusted after little girls, thinking that men who did must be sick or something, however now that Marta was wriggling in his lap and he could feel her warm skin beneath his hands he began to feel a familiar stirring in his crotch area.  This is crazy he thought to himself, I’m getting turned on by this little pink poppet. “Watcha do to earn money” Marta asked suddenly. “I take photos” he replied.  “Cool” she said, “you gotta studio”?  “No I take my pictures all over the place” he replied.  At this moment Mary Jane walked into the room and surveyed the scene before her, “He takes pictures Mommy” piped up Marta.  “I told you she was friendly” said Mary Jane to Ross.  “Come on hun, we gotta get you to bed” said Mary Jane, Ross was struck by how similar she sounded to Marta, or was it the other way round.  Marta climbed off his lap, turned around and kissed him, full on the mouth, “Bye hun, thanks a bunch” she said to him as she took hold of her Mums hand and prepared to leave.  “Yes thanks very much” said Mary Jane, “we’ll leave you in peace now”. Ross let them out and waved to Marta as she turned at her porch to look back at him.  He wandered into the bathroom to clean up ready for bed, stuck to the mirror was a five dollar bill and a message written in lipstick “for the lectric”.  He grinned, no education either of them he thought, but Marta is kinda cute and Mary Jane looked better all cleaned up. He chided himself mentally, did I just say “kinda”, jeez, that little poppet has got to me real bad.

The next few days passed normally, he waved at Marta a couple of times when he saw her and briefly said “Hi” to Mary Jane when they met in the local shop.  Out of the blue a note was pushed under his door “would you like to have a meal with us this weekend ? I can cook us all a nice cajun chicken hash with greens and sweet potatoes, reply soonest”, Love MJ and Marta. The idea appealed to him not least because he rarely cooked for himself, relying on take outs and diners most of the time.  He wrote his reply on the back of her note and posted it through her mailbox. That evening he heard a knock on the door and the unmistakeable voice of Marta calling his name, the door was barely open before she flew into the room and crash landed on his sofa. “Mommy says how bout Satday at six, I can stay up late to eat with you”  He closed the door and turned to look at her. She was sprawled across his sofa grinning at him. Her T shirt did not meet her shorts and her shorts were loose around her legs, therefore he could see her bare tummy and a glimpse of pink panties.  “Saturday at six is fine with me, tell your Mommy I will bring some wine, what would you like to drink Marta”? She thought for a moment then said “some ice cream soda would be good but I have had wine before, I am nearly seven you know”. She made this last statement very proudly.  Ross grinned and said “Getting to be a big girl then”? “ Yeah but I got no titties yet” she replied casually, matching her statement with a lifting of her T shirt to prove the truth of it.  Ross stared at her semi nude torso, a little voice in his head saying “shouldn’t be doing this”.  Marta covered herself again and giggled at him, “You gone all red, aintcha seen a girls titties before”?  He thought it better to make no reply to this question. “You’d better get back to your Mommy now Marta, she will be worried if you are away too long”. “Nah, she knows I’m here with you, she will be OK, she told me you are nice man”. “Can I watch some cartoons, we aint got no TV now, got taken back” she stated sadly.  Ross was a bit perplexed now, he had a little girl on his sofa who appeared to be intent on staying for a while despite his attempt to get her to leave. He chose the easy option and tuned in a cartoon channel for her. He gave her the remote in case she wanted something different and went into the kitchen to get a beer. He heard Marta laughing loudly at something on the TV and poked his head around the door, he did like cartoons himself. It was an old Roadrunner episode, he crossed to the sofa, put his beer on the side table and sat down. Before his back hit the cushions, she was on his lap pulling his arms around her to get a cuddle. This little girl is starved of affection, he thought to himself.  The next cartoon was Bugs and Daffy, another of his favourites so he stayed put to watch it. Marta’s T shirt was very loose and try as he might he could not prevent his hands from coming to rest on her bare belly. Marta was warm and smelled of soap this time, she nestled into him and held his arms tight, wriggling every so often. Once more her bum had parted his thighs and she was perched on his dick.  He freed an arm to drink some beer and Marta demanded to taste some. He held the glass in front of her and she sipped at the rim. “Kinda sour” she stated, “but OK really” as she took another, longer sip.  Ross finished the glass off, afraid that Marta would want to many sips!  They watched TV for another fifteen minutes or so then Ross began to feel the need to pee. “I gotta go to the bathroom hun” he said lifting her off his lap. He caught himself again “did I just call her hun”?. He shook his head and headed for the bathroom, from force of habit he did not close the door and the toilet pan was in a direct line with the corridor that connected the bathroom, through the kitchen to the lounge.  He let loose his stream into the pan, enjoying the relief. His sixth sense kicked in and he looked to his left. To his absolute horror, Marta was framed in the lounge doorway, staring at him. He was in mid stream and found it very hard to stop, he could not reach the bathroom door to close it, he was mortified,  Marta trotted up the corridor “I gotta pee too” she stated and stood as if waiting her turn. “You gone red again, I seen a man piss before” she added.  Ross put his dick away and stepped back from the pan, intending to leave the room. Marta dived in front of him, lowered the seat, dropped her shorts and panties in one smooth motion and sat on the pan, swinging her legs casually. Ross heard her pee splashing into the water below her and found himself unable to move away. Marta giggled “damn I needed that” she stated. She reached for some tissue and wiped herself dry, wriggled off the seat, pulled up her clothes and headed back to the lounge, totally unaware of the devastated expression on Ross’s face. He returned to the lounge and sat down, she was on his lap in nanoseconds, again pulling his arms around her, under her T shirt.  “Marta that was very naughty” he said,  “ What was”. “You watching me use the toilet”, “I tole you, I seen a man piss before”. “Maybe so but not me” You a man aintcha, got a dick like other men”? “Besides I let you watch me too dint I ?”  Ross was defeated and said nothing. “You sure are a grouch” said Marta with a sad tone in her voice. Ross felt a stab of regret. He hugged her closer and kissed the back of her neck gently.  She giggled “that tickles” she told him. An idea hit him like an express train, he dug his fingers into her ribs and squeezed gently. She giggled louder and squirmed on his lap. He ran his hands under her T shirt up to her neck and back to her waistband making her shriek with laughter, he did the same again but much more slowly, caressing instead of tickling, she sighed softly and laid back hard against him, he continued his slow caresses, stopping to pay some attention to her “titties” as she called them both on the way up and the way down. She began to push herself forward, into his wandering hands, breathing very hard now.  A knock on the door made them both jump, Ross pushed her off his lap and adjusted his trousers before going to the door.  He invited Mary Jane in hoping he did not look guilty.  When he turned Marta was sat very primly on the sofa, not an inch of flesh showing, watching the TV.  “Hi mommy, we bin watching the funnies” she said. “Ross says Satday at six is fine, he will bring some wine”.  Mary Jane looked hard at him, then at Marta.  “You shouldn’t have stayed so long, young lady, Ross is not used to having little girls bothering him, you gotta have your shower now”. “But I wanna bath” wailed Marta. “Our bath leaks” explained Mary Jane, “wont be fixed until next Thursday”.  “You are welcome to bath her here again”  Ross said.  “Yeah cool”, piped up Marta. “ I haven’t really got time, I need to iron her clothes for school tomorrow and prepare her lunch box” said Mary Jane.  “I can bath myself, just bring over my towel and pyjamas, Ross will bring me home when I’m done, woncha Ross”? Marta said in one long breathless sentence.  Mary Jane gave him another long look, Ross nodded to her.  “OK, you win hun” she said to Marta as she walked out. She returned in a few minutes with the complete pink ensemble He had seen before “You behave now, young lady, Ross is very kind to let you do this again, don’t pull any of your stunts on him, you hear”?  “yes mommy” said Marta, sounding very sincere. “ I will bring her back clean and sparkling” Ross said, hoping to sound light hearted.  “I’m sure you will” said Mary Jane with just a hint of “I know what you’re up to” in her voice.  She left and he went through to run the bath, switching on the bathroom towel rail to warm the room.  Marta laid out her bedclothes on the sofa and joined him in the bathroom, she looked straight into his eyes and peeled off her T shirt, he couldn’t help staring at her chest, he could swear that her little pink nipples were more prominent than before.  She grabbed his hands and put them on her waistband, her meaning very obvious. he slowly pulled down her shorts and she kicked them off.  She looked at him again and gave him a wicked grin as he reached for her panties.  He inched them down her legs trying to make the special moment last as long as he could.  Her little pubic mound came into view then her sweet little pink labia, as he got her panties to her knees He  stopped, leaned forward and kissed her naked belly button, then stuck his tongue into it making her gasp.  He licked downwards to her pussy then up again to her chest, licking her sweet nipples. He turned her around and kissed her bum cheeks very softly. He eased her forward gently, took her panties completely off and pulled her bum open with his thumbs. She supported herself on the edge of the bath and gasped again as his tongue made contact with her little brown anus.  He licked at it a couple of times and she opened her legs wider giving him better access. He licked down to her pussy again, squeezing her bum cheeks.  Marta moaned very softly and said just one word, “yes”.