Date: Sat, 23 Nov 2019 11:08:03 -0800 From: Misty Meadow Subject: The Girl in the Window The Girl in the Window by Misty Meadow I'm standing in the alley, peering over the fence into the back yard of the house. The girl is lying on a chaise lounge, a book propped on her raised knees. She looks adorable in her light summer dress, short enough to reveal her slender thighs and white cotton knickers. She tosses her head, flicking long blond hairs out of her big blue eyes that you could drown in. Her lips move as she reads, moist lips which seem to invite a long deep kiss. She's an absolute angel, still a child, but with the signs of puberty beginning to manifesting themselves, like the gentle swelling of her budding breasts. Just looking at her, even from this distance, makes me excited, my cunt tingling in my knickers. I imagine all the things I'd like to do to her: stroke her cheek, kiss her nipples, run my hands up her legs and fondle her bum cheeks, put my hand down the front of her knickers and hear her gasp as I touch her cunt, just a small slit, but one that will soon grow to have lips, pulsing with passion. But now all I can do is look and dream. The light is failing rapidly and soon she's no longer able to read. She drops the book and places her feet either side of the lounge, her legs spread, revealing more of her white knickers, then pushes herself up on to her feet, glances round and walks into the house. I don't think she's seen me. I step up on to a trash can and hop over the fence, moving quietly to the side of the garden where the overhanging trees block the last of the light, creating pools of darkness. I creep quietly to the back wall of the house and peer into the window. The living room is empty so I move to the back door. I can see the kitchen is empty, too. It seems there's no one in the house except the girl, the focus of all my desires. I follow the back wall of the house to the next window and look in. It's her bedroom and she's there. The curtains are open and the sash window is raised about three inches, allowing some ventilation in the hot summer evening. She stands in front of the mirrored closet doors and looks at herself admiringly, as well she might. Clearly, she knows how sexy she looks. She unfastens the buttons of her dress and spreads it wide open, allowing me a good view of her knickers. Then she allows her dress to fall from her shoulders. Her knickers and cotton cami are blinding white, fitting snuggly but not too tight. There's room enough for a hand as large as mine to slide down inside. I'm fascinated by the way the edge of her knickers appears on the front of her thigh, curves over her hip and disappears under the swell of her buttocks. Farther up, the waistband encircles her flat tummy. I'm crazy about knickers, especially on young girls and this one takes the prize. I shiver with lust, longing to have her arms round me, wishing I could hear her whisper endearments into my ear. She tugs the long cami out of her knickers and smooths it down over her hips. It almost reaches to her thighs, and it's still possible to see her knickers through the thin white cotton. "This could be a dress," she murmurs. She speaks softly, whispering to herself and from where I stand, I can barely hear her. "Look how pretty I am!" She turns her back to the mirror, leans forward and flicks the back of the cami up to show off the lower edge of her knickers. "Look at my panties. Aren't they sexy?" She straightens up and turns to face the mirror again, pulling her 'dress' down as far as it will go, then runs her hands up her body until she can insert his fingers into the arm holes of the cami. Her fingertips caress her nipples. Then her hands go down to her pubic mound beneath the white cotton and she strokes it lewdly. "There must be lots of girls out there who'd love to get their hands on a beautiful child like me." She's swinging his hips from side to side, seductively. "I wanna be groped," she murmurs to an imaginary audience. "I wanna be fondled and caressed and sexually molested. I want smooth hands with brightly varnished nails, running up my legs, feeling my bum and stroking my cunt." Low though her voice is, I can get most of what she's saying. She pulls the front of her cami up and her hand go down the front of her knickers, and I can see it move up and down as she masturbates. "Christ! I'm so fucking horny! I wish someone would lick my cunt and let me cum on her mouth." Her voice is growing louder as her excitement grows. "Maybe I'd lick her, too, and make her cum on my face and into my mouth. I wonder what jer juice would taste like?" She grins. "I'd swallow it." Suddenly, she slides her knickers down to mid-thigh and bends backwards, her cunt pushed towards the mirror, her hands on her hips. I almost cum in my pants, so I unzip them, shove them down to my ankles and slide my own knickers down my legs. My cunt is almost steaming in the cool evening air. It's now dark and I know I can't be easily seen from within, so I edge closer to the window. I can see her belly, revealed below where her singlet is bunched up round her waist, and her right hip and buttock, the peachy skin of her mound in view. My eyes are drawn to her little girl's slit that I want to cup in my hand and squeeze, just enough to let her know how much I love her. She interlaces his fingers behind her head and thrusts her hips forward. "Lick this," he murmurs, her voice soft again. "Lick my cunt and you can finger my bum hole if you like. Abuse me! Molest me! Do naughty things to me, anything you like. I'm all yours!" I can hear every word. I'm stroking my own cunt, close to cumming and my heart is pounding. The object of all my desires is begging for someone to do to her exactly what I dream about doing and I'm only feet away. I've never been so aroused in my life. She peels the cami over her head and shakes her long hair from it, drops it on the bed, then runs her hand down his chest, over her tummy and down to her cunt. She starts to gently masturbate, all the while staring at herself. I can imagine the thrills that are running through her young body as they did through mine as a twelve year old, and still do. Her actions seem to be saying 'look at me'. Her own image clearly turns her on. How could it not? She lets out a few grunts and quiet groans as her hand moves faster. I know she's about to cum and I'm right on the edge myself. I stand upright at the window, not caring if she sees me or not. "Oh, fuck! Yes! Oh, Jesus, I'm cumming!" she calls, her voice now loud. "Shit! Fuck! Oh, yes!" Then her whole body shudders as her orgasm explodes and I can see her cunt juice slowly dripping down her thigh. She takes her hand from her cunt, licks it and reaches behind to pick up the discarded cami to wipe her wet cunt on it. She holds it up to her face and sniffs. "I love the smell of cunts," she whispers. She pulls her knickers up from her thighs to cover her tummy. "That was awesome," she murmurs. "I'm so fuckin' sexy!" She turns and looks towards me, then steps over to the window, hooks her hands underneath the sash and pushes it all the way up. She pokes her head out, looks at me, then down to where my pants lie bunched at my ankles, my knickers gathered at my knees and sees me pull my fingers from my dripping cunt, a long string of my juice dripping from them. She looks back up, straight into my eyes, and smiles. "Goodnight, Mum." The end.