She smoothed the material of the freshly pressed
skirt, her eyes drifting up her body as she gazed at her own image in the
mirror. Her head cocked with a soft tilt, her thoughts were reflected by the
nervous sparkle in her eyes, a little wider and holding a quiet innocence. She
took a slow breath in, her lips parting as she forced a smile, a practiced
voice, letting just a hint of her sweet gentleness reflect in her respectful
tone,
“Excuse me Sir? Would you
care to purchase some cookies?”
She
widens her smile slightly, brushing her soft auburn hair from her shoulders
with a gentle flick of her fingers. Giving just one more run over her skirt
with her brushing palms, she turns, lifting the cookie laden bag to her
shoulders, the strap nestled firmly between her young flourishing breasts, so
perfectly perky as they filled the cheep white cotton blouse, standard issue,
girl guides. She moved through her
room, the room of any 15-year-old girl. Reminisce of her childhood scattered
around in such a way to show her impending adulthood. A teddy propped against
the framed picture of her favorite teen idol. A well worn bunny slipper pushed
with a hurried shame under the ruffled duvet, its mate further in still, along
with the diary she keeps, hidden from her little brother in the half empty box
of feminine products, the perfect cover for prying eyes.
She
flicked off the light with a backward glance in the mirror and a nervous smile
on her lips, not sure why she feels nervous, it being her fourth year selling.
She knew most of the people she would approach, most neighbors since she was
five, they had seen her grow up, she knew they would buy simply because they
had bought every year before. She reassured herself, as she stepped out into
the dappled sunlight, already warm enough despite the early April date to
wander without a sweater, she smiled at the freshness in the air. The block was
quiet for a Saturday afternoon, a few children played, calling to her as she
walked, a spring in her step enough to bounce the short shirt against her
tanned smooth thighs. She really should have asked her mother to hem it, but
the year was almost over, and it was her last, she would soon be too old for
Girl guides, most of her friends had long since gone onto other things.
The
first few houses went as they always do, she sold one box to Mrs. William’s who
would pretend it was for her Grandchildren. Who would then call her, the day
before they arrived for more boxes, giggling like a schoolgirl over how she had
opened to “see if they had changed since she was a Girl Guide” and had eaten
the whole box. She always made sure to save her another box, always vanilla.
She made polite conversation with Mrs. Parker’s daughter who was three years
younger then her and who she always thought was a brat, while Mrs. Parker
hunted for change, humming and hawing over how she was sure she has a five
dollar bill in her purse. She thought to herself that her little angel would
more then likely have candy the next day in school, but Mrs. Parker would
always justify her loss.
She
walked on, selling her cookies, the money replacing the weight of the cookies,
smiling and nodding politely at the conversation on how much she has grown, and
how pretty she was getting, how some day she would be a lovely woman. She never
quiet believed it, having read to many fashion magazines in her teenage angst
over her butt being too big, her chest being to small, and her lips not being
full enough. She glanced in her bag, noting she has four extra boxes, having
reached the end of her regulars. Her eyes turned to one house sitting across
the street, she had never been there, but it was a nice house, with a large
porch, flowers already coming up in the yard, and the finally selling point was
the adorable cocker spaniel puppy asleep by the front door.
She
moved towards it with a slight hesitance, the words of her Mother to stick to
only the neighbors she knew. But that was when she was only thirteen she was
two years older, and a lot wiser, she was sure she had seen the family here,
they looked nice enough, she thought maybe one of the boys was in her band
class. She moved up onto the porch, her hazel eyes locked on that little dog,
thinking for sure if he was friendly the people who lived here must be nice,
what mean people could owned such a cute dog after all.
The
buzzer rang with a soft press of her thin finger, she held it a moment, almost
thinking perhaps she should turn and go, quickly, before someone came, perhaps
her Mother was right, maybe she should stick to only people she knows. The door
started to open before she could have a second thought on it, her eyes lifting
from the puppy at her feet. The met with a pair of expensive black patent men’s
loafers, drifting further to a well-hemmed pair of dress pants. The outfit
abruptly stopped above a fine leather belt, the buckle momentarily caught her
eye, holding her attention as her mind flicked to a image of her five year old
self, over her fathers knee, the feel of the belt over her skin as he spanked
her. She could not remember what she
has done, but he had been very angry. It was the last time he had every spanked
her, she remembered her Mothers tears at the welts he has raised on her tiny
bottom, red and as angry as he was.
“Hello,
can I help you little miss?”
His
voice snapped her attention from that belt like a slap to the face, her cheek
brightening to match her shame to be caught staring there, not her intentions,
what he must think of her! She quickly looked up, eyes flicking quickly past
his chest, the hair softly and thickly curled, she further embarrassed herself
with a quickly passing though on how it would feel to touch. She stammered a
reply,
“Sorry,
yes, um…I am selling cookies, Girl Guide cookies, would you like to buy some,
Sir?”
She
leaned back some, her fingers touching the bag, making the strap shift and
press against the side of one of her breasts, she blushed knowing her nipples
where hard, she hoped he could not notice. One leg crossed the other, her white
stockings to her knees, her skirt shifting against her cute little thighs.
He
looked her over, she could feel his eyes slowly passing, her breath held, her
stomach fluttering with a strangely nervous sensation she did not totally
understand, but had felt before. A feeling that she often had when she watched
her favorite teen age idol on the TV, when she day dreamed of the day they
would meet and he would kiss her lips with a soft passion. His voice once again
brought her back from her momentary daydream, she smiled, letting her well
practiced innocence seep into her voice,
“Only
four dollars a box, Sir, and I have chocolate and vanilla.”
Her
eyes met his, she tilted her head at the strange wideness she saw as he smiled
softly and nodded, his voice following a moment later
“I
would buy a truck load of cookies from you little poet.”
She
took on a moment of confusion as he called her little poet, then realized he
meant that in reference to her wining the poetry contest, she had forgotten her
poem was attached to the newsletter with her picture, he must have seen it
there. A blush crept across her cheeks at his words, the poem had not been her
best, but most of her others she kept for herself, they were the kind of thing
good girls did not write, and the teachers would not have understood.
“I
will take three boxes, little poet.”
He
smiled at her confusion, then smiled brighter at her blush, his eyes drinking
her in. Bending over to get His
cookies, her top button worked itself undone, unknown to her it gave a
tantalizing view of her cute little breasts so tender and soft against her
sweet little white bra with a little tiny silk bow in the center. She struggled a moment with the boxes,
finally resorting to resting her bag on her raised thigh, her foot held in the
air a moment. Her skirt sliding down,
its shortness allowing for a quick peek of the edge of her matching panties and
the curve of her sweetly spank-able ass. She righted herself stretching lightly
in her little black shinny shoes as she rolled back onto her heels, her eyes
flicking down, gaze meeting his lap, she gasped and blushed at the bulge,
blushing more to realize he must have heard her gasp. She smiles softly, trying
to cover her embarrassment, her little pink tongue poking out to lick her mouth
slightly, dampening her pouty pink lips.
"Sir?
That will be 12 dollars please."
Handing
him the cookies, she smoothed her little hands down her skirt, her eyes trying
to look anywhere but there, her mind wondering what he must think of her. He
set them to a chair, one hand reaching into his pocket, seeming to look for his
wallet, without a word his other reached out, he ran his fingers up her thigh
slowly, his hand moving past your panty line feeling the curve of her bottom.
Her eyes widened with surprise, but she did not move, her heart pounding,
driven by the touch of his fingers. He handed the money with his free hand, a
crumpled twenty-dollar bill, her fingers reached out, her breathing quickening,
the touch sending a ripple of tingles through her spine. She whispered softly,
her voice practically quivering,
“Thank
You, Sir.”
His
fingers slipped higher under her skirt, tips caressing gently, feeling the
smoothness of her skin, the warmly, the wielding flesh under his fingers.
“These
cookies look delicious little pet, just like you.”
She
stood there perfectly still, her legs crossed gently as she, let his hands roam
under her skirt, exploring her bottom curves slowly, tracing her silky skin
under her skirt. She licked her mouth, again her lips pulling to a pleased
smile, soft and slightly pouty,
"Thank
you Sir"
Her
response was nervous, unsure of what she was thanking him for, the kind
flattery or the touch to her virgin flesh, her stomach dropped again with that
nervous fluttering, now feeling it travel lower, her tender clean shaven cunt
beginning to damped with embarrassing wetness. She hoped he could not tell.
“Widen
your stance, girl.”
Up
her back a shiver runs, lightly, her eyes turned bright, sparkling with a
excited light, she uncrossed her legs and rocked fully onto her feet, as she
slipped nervous hands to cup gently at the small of her back,
"Yes Sir."
He
moved his fingers to her inner thigh, brushing up slowly, she thought of the soft
roughness of his fingers. His caress gentle but holding an arousing
forcefulness, not in the way he touched her, but in the way she wielded to his
desires, her mind, so submissive to his desires.
“Lovely
pose, your hands behind your back, little titties thrust forward”
Fingers
now move up from the inside of her knee, slowly delighting in her bare flesh.
She parted her lips softly, her breath catching at the touch to her thigh,
feeling a warm aching in places she did not mention, improper places for a
young lady to consider. She blushed and looked down, her eyes turning to watch
the hand under her skirt, curiously aroused.
He
caressed slowly up one thigh looking up to her face, giving a slight smile as
she posed for him.
She
shivered with a gentle rocking on her feet, her cheeks turning a shade
brighter, heated like the rest of her body under his touch, feeling it grow,
that lustful wetness, hoping was the only one to notice such things. His hand
once again moved up her inner thigh, finding her puffy pussy lips parted softy
in her stance.
“Are
you moist, girl.?
Pulling
at one lip, grasped between her teeth as her breathing quickened, her heart
beating with a soft force in her chest, she looked up, shocked by his words,
feeling her embarrassment like a sickness in her stomach she whispered.
"Yes Sir."
Fingers
pulled against one silken cunt lip, exploring for his own satisfaction, as he
tested her honesty.
“Yes,
a bit.”
More,
he felt, fingers moving up to her mons, stroking gently.
“Do
you shave here?”
Blushing
more deeply, her body quivering under his soft touch, her eyes closed,
nervously excited, the stroking drew out her interest for more. Her little body warmed with such an innocent
passion.
"ohhh
Sir..."
She
whispered, a soft plea, not sure what she was asking for, but wanting it
dreadfully she nodded softly, Replying as his thumb caressed where the hair
would be.
"Yes Sir."
He
smiled with a soft pull to his lips, his eyes locked on her face, even with her
eyes closed she could feel him, hear his breath.
“Mmmm,
delightfully smooth.”
Fingers
started to traces down the other side of her soft cunt lips, the wetness
growing to cover them with a thin sheen of her sweetness, she moaned softly, a
simple sound, holding so much emotion, her pleasure. From her spine she quivered, her legs parting more against the
movement of his hand. He had found her tender folds her pussy petals
blossoming, so and tender, so delightfully warm. He rubbed her inner labia,
which had begun to grow with the swell of her arousal as she stood with her
legs spread for such an intimate inspection. Again she shivered and furrowed
her brow, looking up, her eyes burning now, wanting, she blushed, knowing He
would take what He wanted and she would let him, her heart beating, wanting to
feel more, she shuttered with a small groan. Away his fingers now slid down the
opposite thigh, to her knee again,
“Lovely.”
Past
her parted lips she let out a slow breath, trying to control the fire spreading
up her spine through her body.
"Thank You Sir"
She whispers softly as his fingers started
back up the same circuit, his eyes roaming up falling to her nipples
pebble-like, hard two pieces of rock candy.
“You
are as lovely as a poem, little pet”
She
held her breath feeling that same gentle caressing hand returning to her aching
body, her eyes looking down, then dragging up his body, to settle on his lips
as he speaks such kind words, her cheeks taking on a flush of pink in her
modesty.
"Thank
You Sir, You are very sweet"
Smiling,
his fingers slowly moved back up her inner thigh, enjoying the slow submission
of her milky thighs to his wandering fingers.
Again
she quivers under the control of his hand, her pleasure growing, his touch
heightening her enjoyment with his softly teasing way of stroking and caressing
her. Pulling her desire from deep
inside her innocent body. He lifted his
hand to slide up to the junction of thigh and torso now explores the line
between her thigh and her ass fingers exploring her buttocks, reaching between
her spread legs.
She
almost whimpered with another moan escaping, her lips parted, her tongue
sliding over slowly, her little chest visible raising as she arched her back
softly, feeling the soft pressure of his arm as it reached between her legs,
brushing with a tormenting tease of flesh on flesh. He grazed his fingers up
the cleft between her buttocks and her hips moved almost involuntarily closer
to body. Her mouth sucked in another breath, holding it, her hips rocking as
she shifted on her toes lightly, her body almost shaking as her thighs tensed,
trying to keep herself from falling to far forward.
His
long arm moved between her open legs as his hand reached for the small of her
back having followed the line of her butt crack. Inhaling he leaned slightly
not having to move far to breath in the scent of her pussy, fingers start back
down running along her ass, this time finger sliding deep into her cleavage.
Once
more she whimpered, her hips rocking forward, her back arched as she almost
rode his arm, up on her toes, her breathing so fast as his fingers pressed
against her, finger having found her tiny tight anus.
Pressing
he slowly impales the little Girl Guide on his finger, delighted as she dances
lightly. Her pleasure making her want
to squirm, her legs twitched as she stretched, thankful for the support of the
touch to her ass. Its sensation making her want to melt with pleasure, a low
moan pulled with sweetness form her soft pink lips
“Mmmmm
....music to My ears”
Groaning
louder, she leaned forward, stumbling some, her hand went to his shoulder, she
blushed, her eyes so bright. Still he plays his finger in her tight virgin
asshole smiling at her blushing cheeks, so sweet and beautiful in her innocent
submission. More she arched her back, using the leverage of her hand to his
shoulder to raise her little ass higher, sinfully loving the feeling of his
finger pressed into her tightness, forcing it open.
He
reached out and moved her hand from his shoulder to his hot, hungry mouth.
Suckling on her finger as she wiggled on his. Practically purring with
pleasure, her cunt slicking her legs with her sweetness, the feeling of his hot
mouth her fingers made her stomach flutter to the aching in her body, wanting
for more. With a voice full of her lustful desire she groaned loudly, holding a
less embarrassed tension.
“
You like it up the ass, don't you?”
He
asked pausing for a second before returning to suckle on her finger, bracing
her, as she melted under his caress. Responding with a whimper she nods, her
eyes flicking down in her embarrassment to admit it so freely she whispered,
"Yes Sir, very much"
With
a slow wiggle he removed his finger from her tiny tight ass, his eyes pleased
at her admission, drawn from her in her passion, such innocence, such
sweetness.
“
Good girl”
Her
cheeks mark with a crimson fire as she blushes, her eyes closing a moment, then
opening slowly, looking up, unmoving, her little body shaking in desire.
“Now
enjoy your evening little pet”
Still
she blushed brightly her chin moving as she nodded and whispered
"Yes Sir"
Brushing
her skirt down as she slips back, stepping out of the door, realizing it had
been open this whole time, her mind desperately clinging to the hope the hedges
where high enough to prevent eyes from falling her torrid moment of passion.
Quickly she walks away, hearing the door close behind her, she moves with a
definite tension, trying to regain her composure and her head, her hand lifting
to fidget with one ponytail lightly, as she crosses the street, that short
skirt swaying against softly blushing, damped thighs.