My Little Flower, Part 1

by Lil' Lily

I groaned as I woke up, turning off my alarm, petting my dog who slept in my bed, sliding out of my sheets, naked as the day I was born. I rubbed my hands lightly over my body, stopping at my hardened nipples and then again at my moistening pussy. Ugh, was I ever NOT horny? I grabbed the day�s clothes, walked into the bathroom and turned on the water, as hot as I could stand it. I soaked my hair under the spray, washing it, before moving on to my favorite part of any shower. I squirted a liberal amount of body was into my hand, smoothing it over my arm, them my chest, finally playing with my nipples, before giving myself a vigorous cleaning down under, moaning until I came. Shaking, I finished my shower, including shaving my pussy, and then looked at my reflection as I dried off. I have long, black hair that reached my lower back, soft, brown eyes, and large breasts. All well and good, until you take in my height is 5�3�, my feet don�t touch the ground in a lot of seats! I brushed out my hair, putting it into a low ponytail, pulling on dark jeans and a tight orange top, and went to the library.

I had the best job there on Saturdays, I got to run the reading circle, reading to the small children there. Nothing matches the children�s wide-eyed looks of wonder as I read to them. �Hi Miss Alexis!� they said as they each took a chair, my favorite little girl sitting next to me. Her name was Iris, and she had straight, fire- red hair and glittering green eyes, and she was the cutest little 5 year old. �Hiiiii Miss Alexis!� she sang. �Hello Iris.� �Can I sit in your lap TODAY?� she begged. �No, sweetie, everyone else would be jealous� I explained, absent-mindedly running a hand over that wonderful red hair, then blushing. �Lex,� I thought, �you will never get through story hour this way� and shifted in my seat, closing my legs.

�Iris. Sweetie, where is your mommy?� I asked. Her mom was half an hour late picking little Iris up. �I don�t knooooooow!� Iris said, and to my surprise she started crying. I automatically scooped her up, comforting her as if she were my own child, calling her mom on my cell phone with the �free� hand. After quite a few rings, a distinctly annoyed and just-fucked voice said �Yes?� We both then heard a distinct feminine moan in the background; apparently Iris� mom had a lover over. I soon felt the old tingling down below, and all of a sudden I felt little Iris grinding against my hip bone, and I know I moaned as I came, my knees shaking slightly.

"Hello?" the voice on the other end enquires curiously.

"Yes, I run the reading circle and your daughter is still here�." "Oh, fuck!" she says a bit too loudly for the occasion. "any chance you could take her for the day?"

As the little girl is still enthusiastically humping my hip, I tell her sure, and my address, telling her to pick up her young daughter anytime.

"We'll have fun together, won't we, Iris?"