It was Saturday morning.

Charlotte (or Charlie as she preferred), my adorable little blonde, eight year old Moppet had said that she would arrive about 10am

She had said that she wanted to come and do 'things' with me, and I knew from what her very protective mother Jenny had told me, that she was sexually experienced.

Also, before leaving her house yesterday, from behind her Mum's back, she had flashed her bald little pussy at me.

I couldn't wait to find out what games she wanted to play.

The time was really starting to drag.

Had my clocked stopped?

Where was she?

Ten-o-clock came and went, but no sign of Charlie.

Possibly she had been unable to get out, after all her Mum was away this weekend and her grandfather was looking after her.

Maybe he had stopped her coming out.

Wait.

Someone was tapping on my door.

I opened it, and there stood Charlie, a huge grin on her face.

Something looked different about her, and I realized that she looked as if she had not had much sleep.

I felt my cock surge at the thought - obviously she couldn't wait to get to me.

She was wearing the same bright red Spandex suit, similar to those worn by cyclists, that she had been wearing the first time I had seen her.

On closer inspection I saw that it was in fact bottoms and a top, but the material on her lower half was so tight that you could see the faint outline of her pussy lips on her fairly prominent pussy mound.

She looked delicious.

I invited her inside, and she came in without hesitation.

She stood in front of me, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Sorry I'm a bit late," she said, "but I had to persuade Gramps to let me come out. I told him I was visiting someone Mum and me know from school."

I suppose that was fairly near the truth. ......(cont)