Stan’s backdoor neighbor

Stan walked along the trail through the forest reserve. He spent his Saturday mornings doing this pleasant activity in all four seasons. It was early autumn and the colors of the leaves and the musty smell of the forest filled his nostrils with a heady perfume. He felt alive and rejuvenated after a long week in a confined office space at the engineering firm where he worked. His office was actually walking distance from his condo and this trail was a route to get there, slightly longer, but infinitely more pleasant than the city street route he sometimes took. He seldom saw other people on the trail, but today he followed a young girl, he guessed to be around 18 or 19 years old. She was very slender, long legged, with high small breasts under a tight halter top. Her legs seemed to go on forever because of the very short shorts she wore. She walked slowly so she was always a comfortable distance ahead of him but still within sight. She occasionally bent over to either smell a flower or to tie her shoe, and each time she did she nearly exposed her tight butt as her shorts rode up from behind. Stan watched every move with rapt attention. His cock stirred in his pants when she made such an obvious overture of invitation. She glanced back at him about every fifteen or twenty yards of travel as if she were checking to see if he was still there.
They continued their trek along the trail deeper into the forest. When they were a good distance from the beginning of the trail the girl slowed enough that Stan beginning to close the gap between them. He was soon just a couple of strides behind her. She looked over her shoulder and spoke to him. “Can you believe what a gorgeous day this is?” she said almost breathlessly “I love it when the forest looks and smells like this.” she continued ” It’s as if the forest is putting on her best negligee and mustiest perfume to settle down for a long winter sleep with her lover, winter. Soon he will cover her with a blanket of beautiful snow as he plants his seed in her to bring forth the spring.” Stan was surprised and impressed with the mature thought process from such a young person. When he got close enough to observe her, he saw that she was much younger than he had first thought. He now thought she was maybe 15, maybe younger. She was strikingly attractive; her young breasts were obviously not being supported by a bra. From the lack of panty lines, he surmised that she was not wearing panties, either. He hoped that his hardening cock was not as obvious as her lack of under garments. He managed to answer her observation. “That is a beautiful thought for someone so young, is it original?” he asked as they both paused at a resting cove, where a crude bench made from a fallen tree offered hikers a place to sit down and enjoy the surrounding nature. “I write poetry.” she offered “And when I walk out here I get sexy thoughts that I later put down on paper. My Mom says I have an over active imagination. I just think that when you think of beautiful stuff it makes you feel better about yourself.” as she spoke she stretched her arms in the air pressing her young nubile breasts tight against the fabric of her halter top. Her nipples were swollen and poked the fabric forward like two large grapes on top of her soft mounds of tit flesh. Stan nearly moaned as he observed her sexiness. “I have to agree.” he managed to choke the words from his constricted throat. “I love thinking sexy thoughts myself when I walk out here.”
“Sometimes, I wish I could walk out here naked.” the girl said looking at his eyes to catch his reaction to that suggestive remark. Stan did not disappoint her, his nostrils flared as he thought of this beautiful young child walking through this woodland paradise stripped of everything but her naughty thoughts. His cock jerked in his shorts. He was almost certain that she had seen the movements in his crotch, as her eyes were fixed on that area. “I would enjoy watching that.’ Stan said boldly with a broad smile on his face. “That would be the prettiest thing I could imagine looking at out here.” he continued looking at her for her reaction to his forward comment.
“Would you like to see me naked?” she asked knowing what his answer would be. “Well, yes.” Stan shot back, looking over his shoulder to the trails approaching their resting place. The girl reached behind her and unfastened the clasp that secured her halter top and as it fell from her body she slid her shorts down her long slender legs. She stood before him naked and magnificent in her natural beauty. She was obviously very young. Her pubic hair was just growing in a splash of black hair just above the thin, tightly lipped slit of her pubescent pussy. “How old are you?” Stan managed to ask as he drank in this vision of feminine perfection with his nearly forty year old eyes. “I’m fourteen.” she said as she proudly cupped her breasts with her hands pinching her nipples as she presented them for review. Stan was obviously excited and it showed by the bulge in the front of his shorts. “Can I see you now?” she asked indicating her desire for him to lower his shorts and expose his hardened cock. Stan exhaled loudly as he unlatched his belt and allowed his shorts to slide down his legs. He then put his thumbs inside the waist band of his boxer briefs and slid them down also. His swollen cock sprang out straight in front of his body and bounced as it was freed. “Wow, you have a nice one.” she said as if she had seen many dicks in her short life. “Can I touch it?” Stan had lost all reason as he looked at this gorgeous child standing naked less than five feet from him. She was reaching to grasp his cock with her hand. He leaned forward to make the exploration easier. The girl stroked his cock with the deft hand of a middle aged hooker, moving along the shaft in soft even strokes that threatened to stimulate a premature ejaculation. Stan snorted. “Would you like to touch mine?” she asked him, with that Stan reached forward and caressed her genitals. He slid his hand over her soft mound of pubic hair until his fingers reached her pussy slit. He spread the lips and slid his finger into her very wet love canal. She gasped as he began to finger fuck her. Her hand increased its assault on his rigid cock. He leaned over and took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked hard on it. She was breathing very hard. He raised up and their lips met in a passionate kiss that had their tongues mingling. She sucked hard on his tongue as he increased his fingering motion.
“ELLIEEEEEEEE.”…..the silence was pierced by a loud voice shouting from a distance. “Oh shit, my mom.” the girl said in a startled voice. “Fuck! Hurry get out of here.” she spat as she pulled up her shorts and hurriedly refastened her halter top. “Tomorrow,” she said as he moved away from her down the trail. “Meet me here again, tomorrow.” Stan nearly ran away from her. His head was swimming with guilt, and the thoughts of being arrested for molesting a minor. He was out of his mind with confusion and remorse. What the hell had he been thinking, for Christ’s sake the child was fourteen years old. He could go to jail for twenty years. His mind raced as he sped along the trail toward his condo. He couldn’t erase the vision of the lovely young body that he had just stroked and kissed. His mouth was still tingling from the kiss they shared. His knees were weak as he reached his door. He fumbled for his keys and let himself in and closed the door behind him as quickly as he could. He stood against it as if trying to keep the demons of the forest from entering and consuming him. His heart was pounding out of his body. He would definitely not go into the woods again tomorrow, maybe never again.
For the next week, Stan only left his condo to go to his office via the street route and returned immediately after work. He drove to markets that were several miles from his normal shopping center at the end of the road. He did all that he could to avoid incidental contact with the beautiful blond child he had met in the woods. His confidence was returning and he felt that he may have dodged the bullet that fate had shot his way after over a week had passed without incident. He still did not feel comfortable enough to return to the walking trail, but he did find himself able to gather his mail at the central mailboxes without looking over his shoulder. He finally was able to breathe normally as he walked to his office.