The Naughty Little Girl

== The Naughty Little Girl by LO ==
(Mf, mast, ped, oral)

Gloria wandered away from the playground, having become tired of swinging and
clambering around the monkey bars. She brushed the remaining sand from the sandbox
off her short frock as she strolled casually toward the trees a few dozen yards away.
Casually looking around, but intently scanning for anything unusual under the trees, the
Young girl was soon rewarded by the sight of a man sitting on a large fallen tree. He was
facing away from the open area and appeared to be peering through binoculars at
something deeper in the woods.

Softly the little girl walked under the trees, parting low branches carefully with her hands.
Soon she was about twenty feet behind the man. She sneezed. The man started and
quickly turned his upper body around and stared at her.

“Watcha doin, mister?” Gloria asked him, almost whispering in the silence.

“Just looking at some birds. What are you doing here?”

“I got bored at the playground. I decided to explore the woods. What kind of birds are you
looking at?”

“I was trying to see if there were any wrens here, but all I have seen are wood thrushes and
cardinals.”

Gloria was slowly closing the distance between them. Mike’s eyes were examining her,
especially her bare legs. He watched her flex herself, stretching and pushing her soft, but
little, puffy breasts against the thin fabric of the frock. He estimated what the small mounds
might look like if exposed. He wondered if she had little nipples on her immature boobs.

“Did your mom tell you not to talk to strangers, little girl?” Mike asked quietly.

“Yeah, she said never do that, but she is busy reading and drinking some brandy back in
our apartment, so I can do what I want, even come to the playground by myself. Just so
she doesn’t see me doing anything wrong, she doesn’t care.”

By now she was so close that another step would press her juvenile body against him. Idly,
she scratched her chest, letting her fingers play briefly on top of the fabric over one
immature breast. He saw her look down at this lap, perhaps noticing a bulge beginning to
appear in the front of his shorts, but she was, he estimated, too young to understand what it
meant. He turned his head from side to side, scanning the area to see if they were alone.

The little girl sat down next to him and casually let one small hand rest on his bare thigh.
She expressed an slight interest in his binoculars. Her proximity was really influencing how
things were faring inside his shorts.

“My name is Gloria,” she informed him. “And I’m nine years old.”

“My name is Doug,” he replied, knowing it would be best not to provide her his real name.
“Is your mom a drunk?”

“Nah! She just gets a little high and sits around reading.