           "The Girl at the Airport"
           by Pedro Vila

   I feel the need to relay to you this srtory, if I may.
   I would most likely be described as a middle aged business man, and I frequently travel by air when the need arises. I've had a recent experience, at an undisclosed airport in between legs of my rather tiring journey, that has upset my world view and brought unbalance to my scheduled life.
   I fell in love with the sight of a girl for a reason that, to this moment as I am writing this story for you, eludes me. She was for all purposes, not my type. Yet her vision mesmerized me.
   She was maybe four or five, or maybe a short six, but stood quite solidly. None of that clumsy fumbling that most younger children have.
   Her hair was light blonde and thick with a strait across cut above her neck. She wore a tank top and a short denim skirt with sandals.
   But what really stuck me was the way she held herself. Strait and tall for her short and squat height. Legs beyond shoulder width apart with equal gravity on both. And she frequently thrusted her chest out with her hands to her hips, causing her short back to curve wonderfully to a nice firm looking bottom. I could see down the back of her top when she posed as such. No sharp bone edges but nice solid rounded lines of shoulder blades and a some what deep trough for a line down the center of her back.
   I watched her at the airport with her older sisters and harried mother, her back mostly to me. I put on dark sunglasses and sat close to them. She had something that I couldn't explain that made her wildly attractive to me.
   Then she faced me, watching the planes land over my shoulder. Bright big steel blue eyes, thick lips on her tiny mouth, and a cute button nose. Of course that face was cute but it looked much the way toddler faces looked and I received no sexual attraction from it. But, oh that body!
   It was her body and the way she moved it that made my heart thump so. It was shaped much like that of an adult gymnast, short and powerful, only she didn't have any of the bulging muscles. I had terrible fantasies of her, of us doing things that she obviously wasn't big enough to do.
   I felt like a pervert, ashamed in fact. Yet still I couldn't keep my eyes off of her.
   "Excuse me." The mother suddenly asked me. She was looking right at me and I didn't even see her turn my way. I worried that she could see my eyes and I had just been caught in my disgusting fantasy.
   I removed my sunglasses and summoned the appearance like I had been asleep. "Yes?" I answered tiredly.
   "Do you know if they're serving food on this flight? We haven't eaten yet."
   I looked at my ticket then at the obvious clock on the wall. There was no food symbol on my itinerary. "I don't think they do. But it appears that you have some time before they begin boarding. If you would like, I'll watch your luggage for you." I said the last part so the little vixen would sit close to me again afterwards.
   "Would you? Thank you. You're a doll." She got up and then said to her kids, "Lisa, Trudy, Tart, come on. We're going."
   Tart?! One of her offspring was named Tart? The older girls were at least eight and eleven at my best guess, but I would guess neither of them matched the name 'Tart'.
   I watched the troop wander off in search of a food mart. The older girls seemed tired and lazy. The tiny object of my sudden obsession seemed tired as well, but there was a liveliness to her steps that made me think of unlimited energy. A voice said inside my head, 'God, I want to fuck that little one.'
   What has become of me? I was such a proper young man once.
   The troop of females, tailed by my favorite one, didn't returned until most of our plane had been boarded. I was a little upset at having had to wait for them, but I couldn't leave their bags alone at an airport these days.
   The mother was very apologetic and I nodded politely as I made my way to the gate, and eventually my seat.
   The plane was not completely filled and I was able to find a spot for my carry on without needing to stuff it under the seat in front of me. I was a reasonably tall man and that would have brought about cramps in my legs for the duration of the flight.
   Then I saw the unorganized troop bumble in and garner the attention of the whole plane. The mother feighned embarrassment by her limited control yet didn't seem to try her best. My thoughts of irritation at having been made to wait solidified into a lack of appreciation for the mother as a person. The fact that her youngest daughter was, for lack of better words, a mind fuck to me gave me the resolve to be polite none the less.
   They stopped just behind my seat and I saw the little one pass by without much to see. Oh well, I had my fun. I settled in for the flight.
   Then I heard the mothers voice ask behind me if someone would be willing to move so that she could sit with her children. My bad luck, the man in the seat near me offered to give his up, probably because the seat between us was empty.
   The mother thanked him as annoyingly as she had me and then lectured two of her children to be on their best behavior, then she ushered her youngest one to sit next to me and her on the other side. I struggled to find my sunglasses then stopped short of making it obvious. I could get them later. We did have the whole flight.
   The mother spotted me and smiled before breaking into a new round of apologies over having me wait. I stopped her with a stern, "Please. Not another word about it." She wasn't sure how to take it. I gave her help in that matter.
   I saw no ring on her hand and thought that maybe she was divorced. I went on in a more friendly tone, "I know it must be hard to have to manage kids by yourself.'
   She seemed to regard me for a bit, then held out her hand. "I'm Maggie."
   I shook it and replied, "John Conway. You are heading home?"
   "It's home now. My husband left me. I'm going to live with my sister until I can get back on my feet." That was more information than I needed.
   "Mister." came a small but firm voice below. It was that sexy tike I had been appraising.
   My face became very kind and friendly. "Yes?"
   "Can I sit by the window? Please?"
   "Trudy!" the mother admonished. So she was Trudy.
   I said, "It's quite all right." I stood up and Trudy climbed over the seat onto mine. I watched her move and even saw down her top. A silly reaction because she had nothing there, but when she plopped down I saw her sexy little legs spread and gave me a rather nice view of them right up to her white panties. I turned away quickly so as not to broadcast me internal thoughts and saw the mother staring at me with a smile.
   "Do you have kids?" she asked me.
   "No. I'm afraid my marriage ended in divorce as well. Just as well, she would have simply unloaded them onto a nanny."
   "What I would give for a nanny." She laughed I faintly smiled and took my seat. Trudy was up on her knees and staring out the window. She had the finest buttocks I had ever seen in decades. I looked away quickly again in order to spare myself of an embarrassing physical reaction through my trousers.
   "Trudy! Sit down and buckle up." Maggie commanded.
   Trudy turned beautifully and then sat down hard, yet with a form of childlike grace I had never seen before. She fooled with the buckle and seemed stymied by it. Then she turned her pretty face up to me. "Could you help me?"
   Maggie was about to get up and buckle her in and, seeing no harm, I asked the mother, "Would you object if I help her?"
   She wasn't sure if it was a good idea. I waited. Then she nodded. Trudy's legs jutted strait out and I admired them as I buckled her down and tightened the belt. On an adult, those legs would have been thick and fit looking. On an adult, they would have ripped your penis right off of you. On Trudy, I doubt one could find her beginnings of womanhood with a microscope. Trudy beamed at me and said, "Thanks" then stared out the window again.
   I turned to Maggie, hoping to stave off the inevitable erection that would surely follow had I allowed my imagination to continue. "She seems remarkable mature for her age."
   "She's my pride and joy." Maggie replied. "I wish her sisters would be more like that."
   "Yes. Indeed." I decided to ask an obviously rude question. "Did I hear you correctly call one of them 'Tart'?"
   Maggie regarded me sideways with an opened mouth half smile. "My oldest. Poptart."
   "Of course. Sorry, it just sounded strange that's all. None of my business."
   "Do you think she's pretty?" Maggie asked suddenly.
   "I'm sorry?"
   "Tart. Do you think she is a pretty girl?"
   I had no idea where the question came from. I decided to answer honestly. "Her attitude could be brighter." I instantly regretted my answer. Of course her attitude was awful. She was tired and probably stressed from events.
   Maggie smiled anyway. "You're right. She didn't get along with her last father at all. None of my girls did in the end."
   Last father? Maggie could clearly see my confusion, but didn't elaborate on it. Neither of us spoke another word until well after take off.
   I watched the window, or pretended to. Trudy's lovely legs seemed to distract me all too often. Eventually, I had to look away to prevent a stiff neck, and yes, I do mean neck. But her flesh seemed so soft and smooth. Untouched and innocent. Perfectly proportioned. Even her little toes peeking out through her sandals were flawless.
   I turned to notice that Maggie was looking deeply at me with concern. I felt a twinge of worry that she could see my inner motives. I knew from my business dealings that the best response was to fight fire with fire. I stared back and raised an eyebrow.
   "She sure is something, isn't she." Maggie said without blinking.
   "I beg your pardon!" Outside I was insulted. Inside I was sure I was caught staring where I wasn't supposed to. Then I realized that I had over reacted. It was an innocent enough question.
   "I'm okay with it." she said. "I'm just surprised that's all." Maggie leaned in close and barely talked above the rush of upper atmosphere from the exterior of the speeding plane. "I was expecting one of my older girls to catch us financial support. I wasn't expecting anybody being interested in Trudy for many years yet. But when she gets older, she's going to rock someone's world."
   I dare say my jaw dropped. There was no misunderstanding what she was referring to, and it clearly involved her underaged daughters. The gentleman in me should have reported her. Or at least asked to have my seat assignment changed, but I did neither. I wasn't sure why even. I refused to look at Trudy.
   Maggie saw right through me. But I wasn't about to admit it. She smiled smugly and settled into her seat for the ride. She needed to say nothing more.
   And there was my conundrum.
   I wasn't a typical pervert, but I did find younger girls attractive the way most men do. Past puberty but below the age of consent. Ready to experience adult sex, but having the clumsiness of innocence. Wide eyed and firm. Sweet and still loving to hug and kiss, much like older gentlemen like myself, past my youthful raging hormones and able to have intimacy beyond simple intercourse.
   Also having a strong will and charm when I need it, as well as an ego, I must admit, I was usually able to get what I wanted.
   But this! This child, much too young for even the most deranged mind set, was setting off my desires in ways that I could not explain.
   And the mother was suggesting vaguely that I could get what I want. I didn't like having to take 'No' for an answer. But what of when the 'No' is from me?
   Despite my best judgement, I looked back at little Trudy. She sat with her legs apart and her toes pointed in. Slumped in the seat, she looked like a child and, except for the perfect legs, wasn't making me particularly excited. That was good. I could bow out and not feel any remorse at a missed opportunity.
   I settled in for the four hour flight. It was already getting dark out since we were flying east. I closed my eyes and dozed off for a spell.
   I was nudged awake by Maggie. I looked at her and she was smiling at me while pointing to Trudy. It was dark on the plane and the reading light was on over Trudy's seat. Maggie asked, "What do you think?" about the same time I noticed Trudy up on her knees and looking out the window to the lights below. The reading light highlighted her perfectly curved back and I was struck by the shear beauty of her from behind.
   It was lousy timing for me, having just woke up and finding my member in my pants responding before my self discipline could take hold. I was clearly getting excited by this youngster next to me.
   I was a little peeved at having been manipulated like that and I reached up to turn off the reading light. Trudy turned around to see what was going on and I was spared the sight of her twisting that body and giving me more visual stimulation.
   Maggie then said, "Trudy, come here." and then all of a sudden, the little dream was stretching from her seat, over my person, and to her mother right in front of me. If anything, the curve of her magnificent body was enhanced when she wrapped her arms around her mothers neck with her knees balanced on the arm rest between my seat and hers.
   I could not look and I could not look away. Maggie dragged Trudy over to her just a bit more and her legs suddenly dropped down onto my lap. My erection grew. Her weight rested on me, light and yet firm, with her tiny hips bending just where I was growing and tightening in my trousers.
   My head filled with thoughts against my will. I must admit that I am strong enough to control myself so I have no excuse for what was to follow. I simply had let it happen.
   Maggie picked up my hand and put it on Trudy's small firm bottom. I let out a stuttered breath. My head turned to look around the cabin hoping that, even in the dark, nobody was watching what was happening. I wanted to take my hand off of her. Instead I began to feel up her back and down again to her lovely legs.
   Trudy turned and watched me with wide eyes and did not protest. She was small and smooth. Her body firm and yet pliable like that of any young child. I was unexplanably mesmerized by her.
   That is when Maggie leaned in real close to my ear and made the offer.
   "Come with us to the restroom and act normal."
   My breath caught. My heart beat went into overdrive. I felt a modest emission from my erect member. Maggie got up and stood with Trudy, waiting. They both looked at me. The child with wonder and the mother with expectation.
   I undid my buckle and followed them closely to the rest room. Most of the overhead reading lights were off on the way back and many of the people were sleeping or otherwise preoccupied to notice a grown man accompany a strange mother and daughter as they walked to the back of the plane. A flight attendant was reading in a vacant seat just forward of the cramped toilet and didn't even look as we all barely fit inside and then shut the door.
   It smelled of chemical and excrement with a whiff of the over taxed scent bar on the wall. Maggie stood off to the side and closed the lid of the toilet, then picked up little Trudy and stood her on top of it.
   Then she turned Trudy to face the wall and put her little hands against it to steady herself. Trudy naturally adopted the wide stance that had smitten me with her. But then Maggie pulled her skirt down and Trudy stepped out of it before re standing with her legs spread.
   I looked down at her. Through her thin cotton panties, her bottom traced the most perfect curve that a female could ever hope to achieve, it was just the wrong size. My member stiffened beyond capacity within my pants.
   Maggie put her hand on Trudy's back and rubbed it, making her little top slide up with her hand. With the hand there to scale, Trudy looked small and broke the illusion of a perfect young teen gymnast. But then her hand left Trudy's back and the illusion reformed after a moment.
   Maggie took my hands, one at a time, and put them on her daughter. Suddenly my hands were holding her by her hips and I fought the urge pull her to me. She whispered something softly, I know not what. Then Maggie stepped behind me and I was brought from the other side and pressed forward into the waiting child.
   This was a small child. What could I possibly do with her? My hands answered for me as they started to feel her little body up and down. My heart almost fluttered at her hips where I could feel the lovely legs bend away from the rest of her. I watched and felt her body try to brace itself for me. Despite her young rubbery flesh, she was set in quite firmly. She worked hard to stay put for me.
   I slid her panties down to below her bottom cheeks and felt the lovely mounds of young flesh that she proudly possessed. I dared not reach around to feel the front, yet my hands did just that and I touched her.
   Her hairless vulva was soft and squishy. It held no excitement for me, but as my hands ran down the front of her legs, my excitement became almost unbearable.
   I was keenly aware of Maggie reaching around to unzip my trousers and remove my member from them. She stroked me expertly and my head went back as I closed my eyes to enjoy this new found sexual deviancy of mine.
   They opened and I looked down when a felt smooth child flesh rub on top of me. Maggie had guided my member between Trudy's legs and it was being held firm by the stretched panties at her hips. My hips started to rock into her. My hands went up her body again and this time I let myself draw her to me.
   Trudy let go of the wall and leaned back against me with her mothers guidance. Maggie put her arms up and had her hold onto my neck. I ran my hands leisurely up and down her body as the head of my member rubbed against her most childlike girlness. I could smell her hair. It was distinctly like that of a child but also something more. A girlness, if you like. Pherenomes, perhaps.
   I got the impression that had she been my age, I would have not wasted a second in marrying her. As it was, I found that I could not help myself in wanting to have her despite the taboo of her young age.
   Maggies' hand reach around to the front of both of us and she cupped the end of my member from under the panties crotch and held me hard against Trudy's girlhood. I suddenly felt my climax approach and I ejaculated all over the crotch of Trudy's panties and against Trudy herself.
   I shuddered and felt the most satisfying climax of my life. Possibly because of the sexually taboo act of perversion I just collaborated in.
   All of this took place in no more than ten minutes time. I leaned sideways against the bulkhead and stared in disbelief at what I had just done. Trudy Bent forward to look down at her illeagally soiled undergarment with childlike fascination.
   Visions of policemen and newspaper headlines began to cascade across my vision as my thoughts gradually clarified.
   I was acutely aware of Maggie and Trudy both looking at me and I could meet neither ones gaze. I felt ashamed.
   Finally, I said to Maggie, while I still could not look at her, "Why has this happened?"
   She talked in hushed tones. "We need a provider."
   A provider?! I said in a whisper, "Blackmail."
   "No. Not blackmail. How about mutual needs?" I looked at Maggie then, to see what was behind her eyes. They were serious but I wasn't seeing any anger or malice. These things I would see many times in my business dealings. I knew what to look for. Maggie had the look of somebody with a need, not for herself but for her children as well. She held my stare and continued. "Think of it as a business arrangement. You provide for us and help us live the life we deserve. Not excessive, but a nice house and nice things with good schooling and college. In return, my girls, Lisa and Tart are very experienced and could provide you with wonderful fantasies."
   Maggie pulled Trudy's panties up, with my semen still wet and thick in them. Then she fitted the childs skirt back on over them.
   "But I get the feeling that Trudy here will sell it. Think of it." Maggie said, her eyes alight. "She's never been involved with any man in any of my other marriages. You're her first and you can help teach her."
   My shock was fading but my displeasure at such a vile suggestion was still hovering around me.
   "Madam, I cannot believe my ears. You are suggesting whoring out your own daughters for financial security." I said. But already my imagination was showing me possible futures with Trudy. Her working hard to please me. I liked it when people worked hard to please me.
   Maggie's face was stern. "Not to anybody. But you're a gentleman. I don't think that you'll abuse it." She turned to Trudy "What do you think, hon?"
   Trudy turned to me and said with excitement, "I like that idea."
   And there it was. I had let myself been lead into a maze with many disturbing pleasures and deadly dead ends. I was already past the point of no return.
   If I said no, then a sample of my criminal behavior was right there on this young child. Nothing I could say to any authorities would make the slightest bit of difference, and my finances would be depleted by attorneys. But I also hated to be manipulated. I was the one who was always in control. No one was my master! Especially such an undesirable woman such as Maggie.
   And yet, visions of me actually playing out interesting games with little Trudy, feeling her perfect body inside and out, would not leave my mind and I dare say never would for the rest of my life regardless of my decision.
   And so I put it to you, oh kind reader.
   What would you do?

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