Friday afternoon, Sharon had her next session. She arrived in excitingly tight fitting cutoffs made of soft green material. They modelled her little ass showing the outlines of her fleshy sex and emphasised her long, muscular legs. Her Tshirt was also very tight and allowed her budding breast to show every detail. Her wonderful copper red hair flowed freely over her shoulders. She smiled when she saw my admiration.

"Hi Bill!"

I nodded my head, staring at her, feeling my hormones going crazy. Finally I managed to say in a hoarse voice: "Hi Sharon! You look excitingly beautiful today!"

"Thanks!" she giggled. "But please don't tell my mom, she will become furious. She forbid me to wear these cutoffs and this shirt, because I always wore it to meet John and she thinks it's too sexy. What do you think?"

"I think, it is very sexy and it makes you so desirable that it is really hard to resist."

"Thank you!" She smiled warmly. "You see this bag? here are those boring clothes she wanted me to wear to come here. I changed on the way!"

"You are a cunning little kitten, Sharon!" She giggled.

As soon as the door was closed, she jumped into my arms and hugged me. I felt her warm and soft body against mine, her legs were around my hips, her arms around my neck. Her warm crotch pressed against my throbbing erection, her buds against my chest. I was terribly aroused. For a moment I couldn't resist holding her like that, enjoying the sensuality of this scene, then I softly freed myself and put her on the couch.

"Want something to drink?" She nodded and I noticed that her green eyes were wet.

When I came back with the drink I sat down beside her and asked softly: "What's up, kitten?"

"I don't know...it just....for a moment it was as if you were John. But you are different but I like you so....I ....I love you, sorry."

She started crying. I put my arm around her shoulder, caressing her neck, her hair her back speaking softly and waiting for her to calm down. Finally she smiled a bit and thanked me.

"Would you tell me your story?" I asked.

She nodded.

"May I sit on your lap? It feels so good!"

I allowed it and, leaning against my chest, she began.

"My parents never had time for me, they worked all the time so I often sneaked out of our house to explore the neighbourhood.

Around our house there is a garden and on the other end of the garden a little house. It is very old and I often played around it for it was abandoned.

Then one day, I was about nine years old, somebody moved in. I didn't know it before so I was very surprised when I wanted to go to my special place and found it different: All the stuff that usually lied around was put away, the floor was cleaned and some furniture stood there.

I was staring at everything when I heard a voice: "Hello little girl. What are you doing here?" I was terribly frightened. I turned around and saw a man about fifty years old. He was smiling at me. He asked me a second time and finally I managed to stammer that this was my playground.

"Oh sorry, little girl, but I bought the place and I want to live here. You are free to come here to play. My name is John." He spoke with a friendly voice. Then he came near me, bent down and said: "Don't be afraid, kitten, I won't do you any harm. What's your name?"

"Sharon"

"Okay, Sharon -what a lovely name for a lovely girl- don't be afraid. If you want to go, you can go, if you want to stay, stay. I would like to talk to you for I'm pretty alone here. Want something to drink?"

He gave me a coke and finally my fear disappeared. He was really very kind and he invited me to come over whenever I wanted to. I went home happily, he had been so warm -maybe he could become a friend.....(cont)