From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Afternoon with Kristen   
   (Mg, cons)   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
       I was 29 and had a wife and two kids, the year I took a week's vacation   
   to visit my mom in Kentucky.  We drove down in the family car (which was an   
   experience in itself...  my 4year-old daughter got carsick on the way, and   
   my 3-year-old son was hard to keep entertained), and planned on staying at   
   my mom's place for the week, since she had the extra room.  It was always   
   good to see her, and my sister also lived in the area with her two boys.   
   This promised to be a good visit.   
      
       It was late September, but in Kentucky, the weather was still warm and   
   pleasant.  We ate a lot of our meals picnic-style outside, and everyone had   
   a good time.  A good friend of my mom's came over to join the party,   
   bringing her young daughter with her.  The girl was an adorable but   
   precocious little 8-year-old blond.  Mind you, the girl was taller than an   
   8-year-old had a right to be...  her father was tall, and this one --   
   Kristen was her name -- had gotten his genes.  She stood only about 5 or 6   
   inches shorter than me, like a petite 14-year-old with a flat chest.  Add   
   to this that she was very bright, and it made for quite an interesting   
   little girl.  She looked and acted like someone much older than she really   
   was.   
      
       Over the next few days, it became apparent to me that Kristen was   
   developing a bit of a crush on me.  She was a little coquette whenever I   
   was around, tossing her hair, hanging onto my arm, and so forth.  I'm sure   
   she was aware of how mature she seemed for her age, and she probably used   
   that to her advantage.  At any rate, I found her entertaining and   
   intriguing.  I've always had an attraction to young girls, but I've usually   
   managed to keep it in check.  Kristen was especially good at pushing my   
   buttons, but with my family around me, I had no intention of letting her   
   too far into my head...   
      
       One day later in the week, there was a hot-air-balloon festival on the   
   other side of town, and we all piled in and went to enjoy it.  It was a   
   nice, sunny day, although a tad cooler than it had been, and most of us   
   brought light jackets.  Our group staked out an area of grass and sat down   
   to await the launch.  We were sitting in a long line, most of us in   
   cross-legged "Indian" style.  Kristen, who was wearing a sweat-jacket and   
   shorts, took it upon herself to plop down in my lap, sitting between my   
   crossed legs, then leaning sensuously back against me, as if she were my   
   girlfriend or something.  I was startled, but I didn't want to be rude and   
   shoo her away, so I just went with it.  I leaned back on my outstretched   
   arms, supporting us both as we awaited the launch.  (There was probably   
   still about a 45-minute wait, at that point.)   
      
       My intentions up to that point had been pure, but as we sat that way, I   
   couldn't help but begin to take notice of this pretty young thing that had   
   "claimed" me.  Her blond hair fell back against my chest, and it smelled   
   like springtime.  Her firm young body was relaxed fully against me,   
   bringing the top of her head to just under my chin.  She had wiggled her   
   little butt backward against my crotch, and God help me, I started to get a   
   hard-on!  There was no way for anyone else to see, thankfully, but with   
   Kristen's warm body pressed against me, it was impossible to fight it.  I'm   
   not sure if she felt it (or knew what it was, anyway), but I sure did.  As   
   it grew, a flood of indecent thoughts began racing through my mind,   
   thinking about the little girl in my lap.  I glanced to either side of me,   
   and saw that nobody was paying much attention to us, they were all busy   
   watching the balloonists prepare for takeoff.  Casually, I shifted my   
   weight a little and put both my arms around Kristen in a loose hug.  She   
   quickly put her hands over mine, happily hugging my arms to her middle.   
   Shortly after that, she repositioned her oversized jacket so that it   
   covered her lap and our arms at the same time, acting like she was chilled   
   as she snuggled against me.  I'm sure this was mostly for show, and it had   
   the effect of hiding our hands from everyone else.   
      
       What was I getting into, here?  This little girl was teasing me, whether   
   she knew it or not.  It was almost like she was inviting me to feel her up.   
   Feel her up?  She's only 8!  Yeah, but she's the sexiest 8-year-old I've   
   ever seen, and she wants me!  How about just a little playing, you know she   
   wants it.  But my wife is sitting here, next to me!  My sister is on the   
   other side!  So what, they'll never know...  her jacket will hide   
   everything.  But what if Kristen says something to give it away?  She   
   won't, she's too smart for that.  But what if...  JUST DO IT, MAN!!   
      
       By this time, on its own, my hand had started slowly caressing her   
   tummy. When I realized that, I knew I was committed (or should be).   
   Kristen snuggled a little closer and murmured contentedly, so softly that   
   only I could hear it.  Well, here goes, I thought...  you've always dreamed   
   of something like this, now here's your chance.  Go for it.  So I carefully   
   expanded my slow caresses, a little further, a little higher...  when I   
   reached Kristen's undeveloped nipples, she shuddered once and then cuddled   
   closer still, nuzzling her head under my chin.  I made soft, circular   
   motions around first one nipple, then the other.  I could feel them turn   
   hard at my touch, which was enough to encourage me to go on.  Damn the   
   torpedoes, full speed ahead!   
      
       Kristen's shorts were the elastic-waist, stretchy kind, and they had   
   previously shown off her firm little butt.  They had even hinted at her   
   soft pussy-lips, the way they formed around her.  I began to slide my hand   
   down toward the waistband, gently gathering up her shirt until I felt her   
   bare tummy under my fingers.  I ran my fingers along the band, just barely   
   slipping under the edge of it.  Quietly, I asked her, "Are you   
   comfortable?", which would sound to anyone else like I was purely concerned   
   with the way she was sitting, but which would be an opportunity for Kristen   
   to give me an encrypted "yea or nay" on whether I should go further.   
   "Mm-hmmm," she replied, wiggling against me for emphasis.  That was   
   encouragement enough for me.  I smoothly slid my fingers under the   
   waistband and headed downward...  slowly, slowly...  until I finally   
   touched her warm, soft pussy.  She shuddered again, and my hard-on felt   
   like it could cut glass, I was so excited by the feel of her.  I had always   
   dreamed of fondling a preteen pussy, and now my dream was coming true!   
      
       Kristen was completely smooth and hairless, of course, and so soft to   
   the touch.  The way she was sitting against me, her legs were spread almost   
   as far as mine, so I was able to trace all around her warm, young sex.  She   
      
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