Burton Blogs Sadie

Written by Uncle Pan

Welcome to Burton's Blog. A place where I sporadically tap out pearls of wisdom and astute observations of one kind or another. My name is Steve Burton. No relation to Richard Burton, the late Welsh actor and several times Elizabeth Taylor husband. He had a way with beautiful women, and alcohol. Me, I don't drink, and I don't have any beautiful girls hanging around me. I'm thirty-two, single, and carefree. Today is a very pleasant spring morning, everywhere you look life is renewing itself, green leaves are sprouting on all the trees and the green grass grows all around, all around. I was renewing my own soul by gently swinging back and forth on my front porch swing, enjoying the late March breezes and dreaming my life away when a tiny little voice brought me back into the world of the present. I opened my eyes at the sound and what did I see? The voice had a face, the face had a name, it was Sadie Martin, a five year old cutie pie from down the street. Sadie has frizzled, dirty-blonde hair, a skinny, sprite-like body, and the cutest little smile you ever did see. A slightly crooked smile with just a hint of devilment lurking behind that grin. Definitely my kind of girl. I grinned back at her.

"Hi, mister Burton. Could I ask you a question?"

"Hi yourself, little Sadie Martin. Why sure, fire away. Would you like something to drink to wet down those pretty tonsils of yours?" I asked.

"Sure, that'd be great."

"Okay, I'll go inside and get it for you." I went through the screen door and headed for the kitchen and little Sadie padded along behind me. "Coke, Dr. Pepper, or Root Beer?" I asked, opening the refrigerator door and indicating the drinks. "Coke," she said, she being a little girl of few words. I opened the can and handed it to her. She took it and sat down at the kitchen table to drink it. I got myself a beer and sat next to her. We pretty much drank in silence. Every now and then she would look up at me and give me one of her patented grins. I would return it, of course, little Sadie's grins are quite contagious, you can't help but want to send one back to her in spades. I was curiously awaiting her question, but she is obviously a one-thing-at-a-time type girl, and for the moment her focus seems to be on enjoying her coke.

As I was sitting next to Sadie drinking my beer she suddenly turned to face me, leaned back and put both of her feet up on the chair. She was wearing a light, summery dress, the kind you can see right through when she is silhouetted against the light, and the way she was sitting with both of her feet up on the chair was causing her dress to ride up and her panties to show. Only one thing wrong with this description, her panties would have been showing if she had been wearing any, but she wasn't. Instead my eyes bulged out as under her dress all I could see was an expanse of bare flesh framing a pair of just slightly pinkish, stately lips divided by a deep and definitive crease, a crease with just the slightest hint of a bump peeping out near the top. I am well aware that it's not polite to stare, but mine eyes have seen the glory and and being the independent little buggers that they are, mine eyes refused to move away from her center of attention.

The vision of that child's flower-like pudenda produced a rather instantaneous stirring in the general area of my groin, and a decided swelling ran along my left trouser leg looking exactly like a balloon was being blown up on the inside of my pants leg. Mentally I scolded myself rather strongly for this dereliction of decorum, 'she's only five years old for christ's sake', I lectured my errant libido. 'Real men don't get hard ons over five-year-old girls.' 'That so?' my smart ass libido answered back, 'then what do you call that thing bulging out your pants leg? Chopped liver?' The balloon impersonator lurking along my left thigh was insisting on a need to point skyward, and threatening me with a great deal of pain if I failed to accede to its wishes. Without thinking I reached down to make the much needed adjustment. Then I happened to look at little Sadie. Her eyes were like saucers and they were fixed on that lump in my panties. ......(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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