I was sitting on a bench by the bus stop, just minding my own business. Nearby was a group of adults, also waiting for a bus, who were all deep in conversation.

As I sat, I noticed a young blonde girl of about seven or eight, who obviously belonged with the adults.

She was wearing a bright red Spandex suit, similar to those worn by cyclists, and was walking in circles around the adults, in a very exaggerated manner, obviously bored by having nothing to do and by being ignored by them.

On one circuit, she tripped over her own feet and stumbled, almost falling over, giggling as she did.

She glanced at me as this happened, so I smiled at her to share the joke.

Realizing she had an audience; she came and stood at the end of the bench I was sitting on.

She placed one arm on the back of the bench then stood with her other arm on her hip, pushing her torso forwards. For one so young she had a very prominent pussy mound, which was greatly exaggerated because of what she was wearing.

The material was so tight on her body that you could see the faint outline of her pussy lips.

In an older woman, it would have been described as a very sexy and provocative pose.

In this child, it looked absolutely fantastic.

Slowly she licked her tongue over her lips, giving me a look that said, "Well what are you going to do now?"

I could only assume that it was in my mind, because she looked far too young to understand the signals that she appeared to be giving.

Before I had even chance to speak to her, one of the adults, presumably her mother, suddenly realized that her beloved daughter was in close proximity to a man - a stranger at that, and we all know what strangers do to little girls, don't we?, particularly if you speak to them.

"Charlotte, GET OVER HERE THIS INSTANCE" she shrilled.

Charlotte quickly did as she was told, obviously knowing that her mother was not one to mess with.

After that, for the remaining few minutes until the bus arrived I caught the odd glimpse of her as she kept peeking at me from around her mother, but her face gave no clues as to what she was thinking.

Sadly, when my bus arrived, it was not the one they were getting.

As the bus drew away, I glanced back at this incredible angel, and saw her give me a sly wave, out of her mother's sight.

Needless to say, I returned the wave.

Once I got home, I wasted no time and spent a very long time with Mrs. Hand and her five daughters, imagining myself peeling off Charlotte's bright red spandex outfit, and revealing her beautiful naked body.

After a very enjoyable D.I.Y session, I then accepted that she was one of those once in a lifetime sightings, and pushed her to the back of my mind.

A few days later, I was walking near my home, when the local school bus passed me.

I noticed that one of the children was waving at me, and to my joy, realized that it was Charlotte.

That, at least, meant that she lived locally to me.

The bus pulled up a hundred yards away, and I saw that Charlotte was one of the girls getting off there. ......(cont)