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Melanie Innocent
Written by Perry Nayum
It was a Wednesday afternoon and I was doing my weekly supermarket shopping (I am a primary school teacher and have Wednesday's off). I had just barely started on my shopping list and, for no particular reason, was idly scanning the check-out desks when something out of the corner of my eye brought me up sharp.
It was her bum I noticed first, the way it stuck out (at school, it's always their little preteen bums I check out first, never mind whether they are boys or girls, the difference is not so great at that age, not for me anyway, the mere thought of any juicy 10-year-old asshole invariably makes my mouth water and my cock perk up). Anyway, there she was, clad in a very short, very low-cut tartan skirt, the girl-child's delectable bubble-butt curving out from the base of a deliciously naked lower back and making the rear of the skirt lift somewhat higher than the front. The effect was mesmerising, drawing attention to a pair of long, slim and shapely legs with the kind of slightly knobbly knees that could only belong to a very young girl, a preteen at most, and threatening at every moment to reveal the colour of her panties.
For a moment I was rooted to the spot, my cock twitching eagerly in my shorts and a rush of saliva filling my mouth as I ran my tongue quickly over my pursed lips.
As I said, I am a primary school teacher, a career I chose - I realise now - because of the pleasure I have always found in the presence of young children, especially (though not exclusive) in girls, and especially (though not exclusively) of the barely nubile variety in the 8 to 13 year-old age group.
But I am also 53 years old myself, and in my 30-odd years of teaching, for all the regular stirrings of lust I have felt - and frequently given into with a hurried visit to the toilet, a rapid jerking of my nice, slim, uncircumcised 8-inch cock, and a handful of sticky sperm - as my eyes have wandered up a little girl's or boys thigh or my hand has "accidentally" brushed against the firm cheeks of a child's rump or the faint rise of a young girl's nascent boobies (deliberately exposed to my hungry eyes or not I am never quite sure) ... as I say, for all that I have never actually engaged - dared to engage would be more to the point - in any overt fondling.
So I was almost surprised at the strength of the twitch I felt in my trousers at the mere sight of that perky little supermarket arse.
"To hell with the shopping!", I thought.
Almost on automatic pilot, I slid into line behind this delightfully arousing vision. As I did so, I continued my perusal of the tanned stretch of silk-like skin between the bottom of her far-too-large sleeveless T-shirt and her dangerously low-slung skirt, so low that you could just about make out the beginning of the crack of her proud little bum-cheek, from the back, and those delicious hollows that run from the crease of the upper thigh and points to the treasures that await below, from the front. From there my eyes slid over the hard flat tummy, in and out of the neat inny belly-button, briefly searching under the loose-fitting cotton top and on upwards over the almost imperceptible swell of two puffy titties such as my wildest dreams are made of.
Apart from her bum, she was definitely slim, surely not more than 10 or 11 years old at most, her chestnut hair just resting on her shoulders the way I like. I was pretty sure she hadn't noticed me yet and I continued to stare unashamedly. It was then that she stretched across to put her cartful of goods on the moving belt. As I watched her arm come and go with each item, the thin shoulder strap of her T-shirt slipping over down her arm and the armholes gaping open with each stretch of her arm, I was having difficulty breathing. One by one she languidly took each item out of her shopping cart, and every time I was treated to a plunging view under her delicate brown right armpit -don't you just love armpits? - all the way down her infantile chest and over two pretty nubbins to the chink of light at the bottom of the flimsy material.
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