Date: Fri, 29 May 2020 10:14:17 -0600 From: Joe Smith Subject: Back in the Day 6 Back in the day - Chapter 6 I've been thinking about this for a while. I had many adventures in my younger years, but most didn't go anywhere near as far as I now wish they had. So I thought I'd tell you about these fun times with both boys and girls, with a little artistic license to get the events to the point I wish they'd gotten to years ago. Some of the stories are taking actual events and expanding on them to include more than just the nudity that actually took place, while some are completely fictional other than still being about real kids I've known. Needless to say, all names have been changed. Each chapter will be a different event, though there may be overlap of some of the characters. The stories will be of events that took place from the time I was young teen or even preteen up to now with me in my 60's. They won't necessarily be presented in chronological order. I'll be guided by what memory pops into my warped mind. If you enjoy the stories on Nifty, mine or others, I hope you'll consider making a donation to keep this wonderful site going. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html If you enjoy the stories I'd love to hear from you – crnhskrfn77@gmail.com. You can find my previous stories in the prolific authors section under crnhskrfn. If you want to comment on any of them, please use the email above as the email listed in those stories is no longer active. Bri - 1 Hey readers, it's Rob here again. Yes, I know, what happened to Robbie? Nobody seems to call me that as I've grown older. When this particular story takes place I'm in my early 50's so I guess it makes sense that no one calls me Robbie anymore. I'm excited to tell you about what happened with my best friends' granddaughter. Bri is now a lovely young lady attending a small college, but this story starts when she was in middle school. She wasn't a huge fan of school and studying but worked hard enough to keep her grades from being too bad so her parents would still let her participate in things she did enjoy, like playing soccer and volleyball. Bri and her folks, along with her grandparents, lived a couple of hours away. I would go to see them a few times a year, and a few other times every year they would all come to my place. It was during one of the times that they came to visit that things started to happen. It actually surprised me that anything happened. I tried to always be friendly but not be "that creepy guy" who is friends with her grandparents. I'd greet her with a quick 1-arm hug and then try to avoid much physical contact with her – I didn't need her parents and grandparents realizing I had the hots for the little cutie. Bri and I would kid around – she always referred to me as the "grumpy old guy" and I called her brat or goofy kid. This weekend they had all arrived just after lunch time. We spent the afternoon hanging out in the back yard, playing cards on the patio, a few games of cornhole, even some croquet. Around 6 we threw burgers and brats on the grill and started getting the other food that we'd made earlier out and set up. After dinner we hung out, having a couple more drinks and just relaxing. There didn't always have to be something going on for us to just enjoy each other's company. Sometime between 10 and 11 everyone was ready to hit the hay, and it was beginning to look a little stormy outside. I had put clean sheets on the beds in the two guest rooms. Bri's parents would sleep in one room and her grandparents in the other. For Bri, as usual, I fixed up a bed on the sofa in the living room. We all were in our rooms and in bed by 11:30. About an hour later I woke up – the storm outside had really picked up, with lots of sharp lightning and loud thunder. I thought I'd go down and stand on the front porch and have a smoke while watching the storm for a few minutes. I headed downstairs, and as I was about to open the door I heard Bri say "Don't". "What's that brat?" "Don't' go outside." She was talking so softly, but it sounded like her voice was trembling. I walked over and knelt down next to her. "Why shouldn't I go outside Bri? I'm just going to have a quick smoke." "No, you shouldn't be out there in that storm, something could happen." She sounded like she was near tears. "Oh honey, are you ok?" "No, I'm scared. I hate these kinds of storms." I reached out to give her a reassuring hug and she threw her arms around me, squeezing me tight. I could feel her shaking. She really was scared. "Sit up honey." She did and I sat down on the sofa behind her and wrapped my arms around her. She leaned back into me. I gently ran a hand up and down her arm as I whispered soft reassurances into her ear that everything would be ok. Poor little thing. She was about 4' 10" and 90 lbs of scared little girl. I continued to keep on arm around her, pulling her tight into my chest. My other arm I moved under her blanket and stroked her tummy, gently rubbing back hand forth. I slipped my hand under her t-shirt so I could rub directly on her skin. It was so smooth – I couldn't believe how erotic it felt just to stroke her incredibly soft skin. "Are you ok sweetie? You need to get some sleep." I started to get up from the couch. "No, don't leave yet, please." She grabbed on to the arm I was holding her with. "Ok honey, I'll stay a little longer." The hand that had been caressing her tummy was laying idle under the blanket. She actually picked up my hand and put it back on her tummy. "You like it when I rub you honey? I thought it might bother you." "No, please keep doing it. I love it." I didn't need an engraved invitation. I started rubbing her tummy again, but after a few minutes I let my hand start moving upward ever so slowly. Her breasts were just beginning to develop and I could tell when my hand was just under them. I whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to stop baby?" She whispered back, "No, please go higher." Higher I went and started massaging her new 12-year old tiny little titties, playing with the nipples and feeling them harden. "Does that feel good baby?" I whispered to her, "Mmmmmm yeah." I decided then and there that I'd see how far I could take this tonight. I moved the blanket off of her and pulled her t-shirt up. She raised her arms to allow me to remove it and I saw that as a very encouraging sign. I laid her back down on the sofa and knelt next to it. I went back to caressing her while I leaned down and started to lick and suck the nipple closest to me. My hand played with the other one. Moving my mouth from her nipple I kissed my way up the rest of her chest and up her neck. When I got to her beautiful young face, I kissed her cheek, and then planted a little kiss on her nose, and then a small peck on her lips. I looked into her eyes and she gazed back at me, making no objections so far to anything I'd done. I kissed her again with a little more certainty, and after a minute let my tongue slip out and press against her sweet little lips. She let her lips part and my tongue slipped into her preteen mouth, licking at her teeth and dueling with her own tongue. As I continued to let my tongue fuck her mouth, the hand that had continued to play with her tits began to slowly move down her body, gently caressing as I went. When I got to the waistband of the tiny thin shorts she wore at night I just moved my hand back and forth right next to the waistband for a minute. Then, staying on the outside of the shorts, I moved my hand down, caressing her upper legs, but avoiding in between her legs just yet. I'd touch one leg for a while, then back up and down onto the other leg. I broke the kiss long enough to whisper to her. "Are you ok baby?" "Mmmm hmmm." "Do you want me to stop?" As I said this, I let my hand slip closer to her pussy, but not quite getting there. "Um, no, uh, I mean, I uh, no, keep going." I let my hand rub down between her legs across her pussy. She let out a little moan. "Ok baby?" "Um, uh, yeah, I think so." I whispered to her, "Just say stop if I do anything you don't like." As I was saying this, I kept caressing between her legs, and she opened them wider. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, I moved my hand down and up under the loose leg of her little shorts. I went up far enough that my fingertips could just caress the skin of her little pussy. She moaned again. I had to get her naked – I've dreamt of seeing her naked for years and wasn't going to miss this chance. I grabbed the waist of her shorts and started pulling them down. "Lift your little butt baby." She did and I slid the shorts all they way down and off her legs. The 12-year-old girl who'd been the subject of many of my fantasies and night time jack-off sessions was laying on the sofa in my living room, stark fucking naked, and letting me caress and molest her amazing young body. I felt the downy soft hair that was just beginning to show up just above her preteen little pussy and slid a finger down between her pussy lips. Rubbing up and down I worked my finger inside of her young body. It was so warm and moist inside of her, and it was getting wetter. I moved my lips back to hers because I didn't want her making too much noise as my fingers found her little clit. Sure enough, her moans really escalated, and I glued my mouth to hers to muffle her noise. I didn't really think her parents or grandparents would approve of the two of us in this activity! I mean, I was only 4 ½ times her age! Jesus fuck, it had been years since I'd found a young girl I could touch, and I thank God she is afraid of storms or this would never have happened. I kept working her pussy with my fingers and I knew her orgasm was building. I finger fucked her cunt and tongue fucked her mouth until her body shook with a powerful orgasm. I kept punishing her clit and kept the tremors going through her young body until she began to mewl, begging me to stop. I let her lay there recovering, caressing her from her beautiful face down to her adorable little pussy. I licked my fingers and realized that it's an adorable and very sweet young pussy. I reached in the pocket of my sweatpants and pulled out my phone. I whispered to her "Baby, I want to take a couple pictures of you. I want to remember your beautiful body. You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen." (She pretty much was truly one of the prettiest girls I'd seen – naked.) "You won't show them to anybody?" "No baby, I just want them for me." "Ok." I lost no time and started snapping a few pics. "Smile baby girl." She did, and even posed for a couple lewd shots with her fingers in her pretty little pussy. As I'd molested her the storm had passed. "Let's get you dressed again sweetie." I helped her back into the clothes I'd recently pulled off of her, coping a few last feels of her delicious body. I also got her phone number and put it into my cell so I could text her. "Get some sleep sweetie. I'm going out for my cigarette now since the storm has passed." When I came back inside she was already sleeping peacefully, snuggled under the blanket. I leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Thanks sweet baby" I whispered softly. I went upstairs and jacked myself to a very fast and amazingly intense cum reviewing the pics of her.