Jenny By The River

She was just gorgeous; a mop of short curly blond hair, a very cute face with some freckles and pretty blue eyes, long tanned legs, tiny shorts that hugged her bum, and a plain T-shirt that drew attention to her very well developed breasts. She hung around close to me and flirting; I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

I had ridden my BMW 900 into the rolling hills of northern Victoria, to visit friends at their house in a little town of only a few hundred people. My friend’s had two teenage kids and while we were all chatting some other kids dropped in. When I saw Jenny
our eyes met and locked. I was about thirty two with a beard, jeans, denim jacket and short boots. With the motorbike I must have cut quite a dashing figure, interesting to a young girl.

After a cool drink the kids decided to go for a walk. When Jenny invited me along I didn’t even think of saying no. She showed me the sights of the town while the group of six or seven others tagged along. She walked right beside me, so close that her shoulder often touched my arm. I was fascinated. We kept making eye contact, flirting. I made the back of my hand touch her hip; she glanced at me and smiled.

At the end of the tour Jenny asked me into a small playhouse the kids had built, like an Aboriginal gunyah. To my disappointment all the other kids trooped in as well. Framed with sticks and covered with branches and leaves, the gunyah was quite roomy inside, everyone sat on the ground. It was a diverse group, Jenny and my friend’s oldest, said they had just turned sixteen. A boy named Frank was fourteen and the others ranged down to about six. After chatting a while everyone decided to move on. Being first to come in, Jenny and I were the last to crawl out through the low opening. I got a delightful vision of her backside in those shorts; of her luscious thighs and the shape of her pussy as she crawled along in front of me. I stroked my hand down the outside of her thigh; she stopped and looked back, I continued stroking her thighs and bottom, kneeling close and gazing at her pussy. Outside again, her face was flushed and she stood against my side. I reached my right hand behind her and stroked her bum and the tops of her legs, my fingers found the crevice between the tops of her thighs and her arse.

The group were standing in a circle. Frank wanted to talk to Jenny. He was visibly upset and Jenny moved away from me to comfort him, putting her arm around his shoulders. Among other things he said there was a rumour going around that she had already had sex. She didn’t deny it. After Frank calmed down everyone went home for dinner.

Next morning all my senses were alert, and I saw Jenny and the other kids coming to the house about nine o’clock. I was sitting talking with my friends as they got ready to go out for the day. Jenny stood near me. I was so enchanted with her that my friends could see it, and were somewhat disapproving when I offered to take her for a ride on my bike.