I never really had a particular leaning towards young flesh although I'm always ready to appreciate a nicely turned figure, I listened as she peed,, the snap fastener of her jeans the pfft! Of her zipper, and the rustle of her underwear, I got a definite feeling of horn as I listened unashamed as the youngster prepared, then the first rush of piss shooting out in a torrent, the female anatomy seems to favour a torrential piss, I really was feeling turned on now, I tried to dismiss it, thinking about something else, but what was growing ion my pants betrayed my state.

I heard the pee stream tail off to a tinkle, then a couple more spurts and it was finished, I made to move away, when I heard a demure fart, followed by a quiet grunt, ‘Mm she's shitting' I thought to myself, I listened to the sticky crackling noise a s a turd edged its way out of the girl, I was so turned on now, I was thinking of a way to encourage her tom stay. I moved a way from the door and asked if she fancied a drink as I was putting the kettle on, as if I had been in the kitchen all along, she answered that she wouldn't mind a cold drink, then I took up my position again outside the cubicle.

I listened as three distinct ‘plops' occurred, then paper rustling followed by, well I was trying to sequence it, it sounded as if she took her jeans off, then some rustling, then jeans on and zipper pulled up, I decided it was best to remove myself from the position outside the door, then in a sudden flash of inspiration I shouted out.

I hoped she wouldn't flush, the plumbing was bad and I thought it might back up,"

and for some reason, I just wanted to see her poop in the bowl. She undid the bolt and stared to exit the toilet

“OK but it's a bit embarrassing, its number two's I've done" she replies

“ I've brought up three daughters don't be embarrassed".

I made a drink, and we sat in the little kitchen, she said her name was Tracey and she was thirteen, younger than I'd guessed, but that's what kids are like these days, I studied her, she was really beautiful, a long mane of light brown hair, shiny and sleek, quite a ‘little girl' face, but with a remarkable cupids bow, her lips really full, kind of classic I suppose, she had on a jogging top, and as I followed her into the kitchen I saw no sign of the pronounced panty line I had noticed earlier, I got excited again, she must have put her knickers in her pocket I mused.

I was getting myself into a dangerous situation, getting sexually aroused alone in the company of a delightful thirteen year old, she could be a manipulative kid, a blackmailer...what was I thinking she was probably an innocent girl needing a toilet stop.

We sat and had a drink, she talked about her family and school and stuff, I think she needed to talk and she said she thought I was cool for an oldie, I said I'd take that as a compliment, as I was only thirty eight! She had a giggle about that as she hadn't realised it could have been thought rude. We were getting along famously, I chanced saying what a lovely laugh she had, she blushed and looked even more cute.

She told me that her dad had died a couple of years ago and that she lived with her Mum and two sisters, Cathy was nine and Amanda was six. I felt I had known her for years we were so relaxed. She asked if she could come by and chat again sometime, I said that I would be delighted, trying to sound enthusiastic without putting her off, as she was trurning to leave, she went on tip toes to reach and gave me a peck on the cheek,

“Enjoy my knickers," she whispered barely audibly ......(cont)