Niki Comes of Age – Part 1 of 4

I love girls. More specifically, I love young girls. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m no cradle robber. My morals may be skewed but they do exist. For me, the sweet spot had always been girls about thirteen to sixteen years old. That’s not too perverted, is it?

Unfortunately, this lust for youth meant that all my adult relationships with women were doomed. While I’ve had plenty of age-appropriate interactions, they’ve never lasted. It was difficult for these women to meet my requirements of youthful vitality, smooth, soft, wrinkle-free skin, perky breasts, tight pussies, and the innocence I so longed for. It was not their fault, my standards were impossibly high.

Invariably, these relationships would fall apart the moment my paramour caught me drooling over some teenage hottie. It seemed I was doomed to never have a stable relationship and forever be only an observer of young female flesh. But as this story will reveal, my world changed in both a wonderful and oh so terrible way. I know this makes little sense, so before I get too ahead of myself, allow me to explain the allure of teenage girls.

There’s something about the vitality and freshness of this age group. A unique combination of naïveté, curiosity, innocence, and hormone-driven sexuality that’s attracted me since I was a teen. For most of my adult life, I’d been strictly a voyeur, content to just watch as teen girls congregated in malls and other public spaces. A favorite location was store dressing rooms, where these unaware girls would model clothing and bathing suits for their friends. Often the girls were oblivious to their hanging bra straps, visible underwear, or briefly exposed crotches as they primped and fussed and showed off for the group. For me, it was like watching a fantasy play out in real life

Though there’d been opportunities, I’d managed not to cross the line from observer to something else, fearing both legal and societal retribution. Being financially independent, I had ample time for my hobby and frequently moved around the country to keep things fresh. Mostly I preferred warmer climates as these presented the best opportunity to see teens in skimpy clothing. By my thirties, I found myself living in a nice suburban neighborhood on the east coast of the US.

My home was on a great street filled with families with young girls. I picked the location so that for a few years there would be plenty of attractive scenery to help keep my hobby alive. The house featured a large yard, and I made a point of hosting several parties each summer and inviting all the neighbors. This put me in constant contact with everyone, especially the teens, making it easier to fit in.

Fortune shined upon me when Heather and her daughter Niki moved in next door. Heather’s husband had died several years prior but left a big life insurance policy allowing his family to be comfortable. Heather was about thirty and a knockout by any standard. Her daughter Niki was eleven and in my opinion, she was even more beautiful than her mom. The two looked quite different, with Niki getting most of her looks from her father based on the family photos.

I made a point of being very friendly with my new neighbors, and after that first year, Heather and I even dated for a while. It was a great six months, but I was uncomfortable making love to Heather while I was thinking of Niki. Eventually, the stress was too much for me and I had to back away. Luckily, even though our relationship ended, Heather and I remained friends and still talked almost every day.

As Niki grew, I watched her transform from an awkward tween to a beautiful teen. Heather sent Niki to a private all-girls high school in an attempt to protect her from horny boys. Heather had gotten pregnant at sixteen and gave birth just after turning seventeen, so she had good reason to be concerned. As much as she loved her daughter, she wanted Niki to have a good life before even thinking about children.

One benefit of having a beautiful teen living next door was that her girlfriends were also attractive. And with Heather’s in-ground pool, my summers were filled watching these nubile teens splash and frolic and especially sunbathe in the tiniest of bikinis. I spent many a jerk off session watching from my window as they slathered sunscreen on each other and untied bra-tops to prevent tan lines.

By all measures, Niki was striking in her appearance. I know youth has a stranglehold on attractiveness, but she was an exception even to this rule. She was tall for her age, standing about five feet seven inches, and probably weighed no more than 115 pounds. Niki had long red hair that was soft and as fine as silk. Her pale ivory skin was lightly dusted with cute freckles, and her eyes were a wonderful shade of emerald green flecked with gold. One look at her and hearts melted.

She played all kinds of sports and had an athletic build with apple-sized breasts and long legs. Niki, though slim, had a nicely curved waist, flat muscular stomach, and a tight compact ass that she loved to show off with her skimpy bikinis, short shorts, and tiny halter tops. None of this helped in Heather’s fight to protect her daughter’s purity.

For our part, Niki and I had a typical neighbor relationship which was to say she mostly ignored me as the ‘old dude’ and I acted like she was invisible, all the while secretly lusting after her in my heart. I still have the photos from the day she and her blonde friend Becca were alone and thought that their eight-foot privacy fence meant no one could see them laying by the pool. Let’s just say it was the first time I observed that the carpet matched the drapes on both young teens.

Life was good and was about to get better. It was spring, only a few weeks after Niki’s sixteenth birthday, when I received a call from Heather. It seems her mother had taken ill, and she needed to fly out west to take care of her. So close to the end of the school year, she wanted to avoid disrupting Niki’s scholastic routine. Would I be willing to watch Niki for a few weeks until Heather could get back? I couldn’t say yes fast enough!

Niki showed up a few hours later, suitcase and backpack in tow. I showed her to the guest room, gave her the Wi-Fi password, and explained that since the guest bathroom was undergoing renovations, we both would have to share the master bath. She accepted all this with a shrug, which was her basic response to most of what I said. I left her to get settled while I made dinner.

It was about an hour later when she drifted into the kitchen, no doubt drawn by the aroma of freshly made marinara sauce. I asked her to help with the salad and garlic bread while I boiled the cheese ravioli.

“If my mom saw this meal, she would flip out,” Niki said.

Lord, I’m screwing up with her already.

“No worries,” I replied, “we have turkey meatballs for protein, and you can load up on salad if the meal has too many carbs.”

“I can keep a secret from my mom if you can.”

Hmm…good to know…

We ate and chatted amiably about nothing important. I was amazed at how much she consumed, chalking it up to teen metabolism and endless sports. With dinner finished I started moving plates to the sink.

“I’ll take care of the clean-up if you want to go do something else,” I said as I started loading the dishwasher.

“Okay, thanks,” she replied. “I think I’ll walk down to Ashley’s house. I won’t be back too late.”

I was watching TV when I heard her come in the front door. As she breezed down the hall, she called out that she was going to take a shower. This disrupted my concentration as visions of this delicious sixteen-year-old girl standing naked in my shower soaping up her body filled my head. I knew what that night’s jerk off material would be.

About thirty minutes later, she reappeared, and I watched as she glided from her bedroom across the living room to where I sat. She was barefoot, dressed only in a pale green nightshirt. The thin shirt hung about mid-thigh, doing a good job of showing off her long legs. Her gorgeous hair had been dried and brushed and fell softly about her shoulders and down her back.

It was impossible to miss the bounce and jiggle of her breasts as she walked, signaling to me that she wasn’t wearing a bra. My lizard brain immediately wondered if she was wearing underwear at all. Grabbing a large pillow, she flopped onto the floor right by the sofa where I was sitting. As she lay, the underwear question was answered as I could see the outline of bikini panties through the thin fabric of her shirt.

A horror movie had just started and during tense scenes she would restlessly move around. She was laying on her stomach with knees bent and feet in the air. Every once in a while, when the movie got scary, I would reach over and lightly tickle the soles of her feet. This caused her to shriek and twist around where she would admonish me for scaring her.

The benefit to me from the tickling was that each time she twisted, the hem of her shirt rode up higher and higher until it was covering only half of her butt. The panties were sheer enough that I could see her naked ass through the pale yellow fabric. It looked as delicious as I had imagined and as my cock stiffened I wondered how I would survive her visit.

Finally, the movie ended and she joined me on the sofa. I tossed her the remote so that she could flip around and find something to watch. It didn’t matter what she picked, as my thoughts were totally on her state of undress.

“That was a cheap trick, tickling my feet,” she said. “You almost made me pee myself during the scary parts.”

“I am genuinely sorry,” I said, not feeling sorry at all. “I don’t know what came over me. Why don’t I give you a foot massage to make up for it?”

“A foot massage? I’ve never had anyone do that. How is rubbing my feet an apology?”

“Well, it can be very relaxing right before bed, especially for people who put a lot of stress on their feet. With your soccer and track and other sports, I have to imagine you work your feet pretty hard.”

I could see she was not convinced, probably thinking it was another ploy by me to tickle her feet again. I certainly had my motives, but tickling was not one of them.

“Lay your feet on my lap and I’ll show you what I mean. I was taught by the best, and you might even like it.”

Niki extended her legs until both bare feet were on my lap. I repositioned them slightly so that her heels were not crushing my semierect cock. No need to scare her with anything untoward.

“With your permission, I’ll massage both feet. I’ll start at the top and work down the sides to the soles, making sure to include the muscles and tendons. If it hurts at any point, please let me know right away. My hands are strong and from what I can see your feet seem slender and delicate.”

Niki nodded her agreement, so I held her foot in both hands and worked my way along the top from ankle to toes, trying to apply even pressure. Her foot felt surprisingly strong, nowhere near as delicate as I’d imagined. Shifting my grip I massaged along the sides from heel to toe and back feeling her bones flex under my fingers. Next, I lifted her foot off my lap and used both thumbs to massage the sole. I worked my way from her heel across the arch to the ball of her foot, paying special attention to the spongy pad of flesh. Lastly, each toe was massaged and stretched to complete her mini spa treatment.

I watched Niki’s face as I worked on her foot and other than occasional grimaces when I hit a sore spot she seemed to be okay with my ministrations.

“One down, one to go. How does it feel? I noticed there were a few spots that seemed painful when rubbed. Do you want me to continue?”

“Yeah, I guess I didn’t realize that I do have some aches and pains. I play so many sports that pain kind of just fades into the background. My foot feels all nice and tingly, so please do the other.”

I picked up her left foot and applied the same technique. She must be dominant with her right foot, as massaging the left did not cause her as much pain. Massage finished, I had one more idea to suggest.

“After a foot massage, it’s a good idea to apply some moisturizing lotion to keep the skin soft and hydrated. I have some good quality stuff I use on my hands after yard work.” I pulled out the bottle from the side table drawer and held it up for her to see. “Would you like me to rub some of this on your feet?”

“Wow, a girl could get spoiled by this. If you’re okay with doing it, then I am too”

I grabbed the lotion bottle and pumped a blob into my palm. The gel was a bit cool, so I rubbed it between my hands to thin it out and warm it up.

“Lift your foot and hold it out so I can rub this on.”

Her foot floated in front of me, wavering a bit. Starting with her sole I smeared on a generous coating of lotion continuing up over the sides to the top of her foot. I then went back over her entire foot, paying special attention to her heel and between her toes to make sure it was all absorbed. With her foot raised high, I could see under her nightshirt, giving me a great view of her panty-clad pubes. The triangle of fabric was puffed out from her pubic hair, and I could see that a few strands had escaped from under the elastic of her panty leg opening. My cock lurched at the view.

“Okay, the right foot is finished, let’s try the left.”

She placed her right foot back in my lap and dutifully lifted her left. The downside of seeing her pussy mound was that I now sported a full erection, and her heel had landed right on top of my engorged member. If she felt anything different, she didn’t let on, so I resumed applying lotion. For the left foot, she had to twist her hips and lift higher so I could reach, which provided me with an even better view of her pubic area. This position stretched her underpants, forcing the material into her cleft and gifting me with a view of a cute camel toe. Another glorious surprise in a night of firsts.

When I finally broke my gaze away from Niki’s pussy, I noticed that her eyes were closed and her breathing had sped up. At first I thought she may have fallen asleep, given how relaxing a massage can be. But then as I rubbed, I could see that she was a tiny bit aroused at the foot play, especially when I massaged her toes. With lips slightly parted and a rosy flush on her face and neck, she appeared to be enjoying my pampering.

“Okay, all done. You may want to lay there a bit until the lotion completely dries.”

My words seemed to startle her out of some faraway place, and her eyes popped open.

“Wow! Okay. It all felt so good, I think I may have fallen asleep. You can massage my feet anytime.”

Exactly what I hoped she would say. She lay there for another few minutes before wishing me goodnight and heading off to bed. As soon as I heard her bedroom door close I whipped out my cock and within ten strokes I spurted ropes of semen into a wad of tissues. I had built up such pressure that I’m sure I would have shot jizz across the room if I hadn’t caught it. Completely satiated, I dragged myself to bed and slept better than I had in years.

The following morning was a bit disorganized as we had not thought to discuss schedules. She was up early and my first indication of life was when I heard the sweet tinkling sound of urine hitting the toilet bowl in my bathroom as Niki started her morning routine. She had to pass through my bedroom to get to the master bath, and luckily, I was fully undercover since I slept in the nude.

I lay there listening to her pee and then brushing her teeth, wondering how she looked after sleeping all night. Was her hair all tousled? Did she have sleepy eyes, or was she full of youth and vigor and looked fabulous? I slowly stroked my cock as I lay there thinking about her. Was she naked or still in her nightshirt? Did she wear makeup for school or favor the natural look? How would she wear her long red hair?

After about twenty minutes I heard the bathroom knob rattle, so I feigned sleep and watched through slit eyes. Niki emerged fully dressed in her school uniform of a short plaid skirt, plain white blouse, and navy-blue tie. I recalled these were the colors of her private high school. Her face wore just a touch of makeup, which enhanced her fresh, young look. And she had taken the time to fashion her hair into a long French braid that hung down her back.

Watching her pass, it took all my will to not leap out of bed and drag her back under the covers with me. There I would quickly find out what secrets were hidden under her little girl skirt. But alas, she exited my room closing the door behind her, leaving me with only memories and a hard dick in my hand. I threw off the covers and started jerking off, finishing within a minute as I shot multiple streams of hot jizz onto my chest. Satiated, I lay there panting thinking about the next few days.

Later that morning found me in her room doing a little spying. I was surprised to see that she was very neat, having already unpacked all of her clothes utilizing several drawers in the dresser. As a teenager, I expected the room to be messy with clothing strewn all over. But no, her room looked barely lived in, with the bed made and dirty laundry in the hamper.