Winnie The Pooh Panties

Fbailey story number 210


Winnie The Pooh Panties


I have watched Charlotte, the adorable girl across the street grow up for a number of years. Our children are all grown up, married, and living on there own elsewhere. I see Charlotte almost every day going to school, coming home, and playing around the neighborhood in the evenings.

As far as actual contact and speaking to one another, that is few and far in between. Once or maybe even twice a year she will bring over a brochure of items that she is selling for her senior class in school.

This time Charlotte came over to my house soon after my wife went off to a meeting with her mother. She knew full well that I would be home alone. Charlotte looked much better than I had ever seen her look before. She still had that little girl voice though and it really turns me off. She told me that she was taking cosmetology in BOCES during her senior year and asked me how I liked her hair and makeup. Of course I said that I liked it just fine but she wanted a real honest opinion so I got closer and inspected her face and then her hair. I told her that the color of her hair was nice, that it had a cute cut, but that there was way too much hairspray on it. Her makeup was pretty good but she was wearing too much of that too. I told Charlotte that I liked makeup on my wife best when she didn’t look like she was wearing any makeup at all. After all a little goes a long way. Her bright red lipstick was too much and her eyes were way too dark. Charlotte thanked me for my comments.

Then Charlotte asked me about her outfit. I knew that a simple ‘I like it’ was not going to be enough for her. So I looked her over as she smiled at me. As I looked at her tight T-shirt top I saw her suck in a deep breath and thrust out her chest. It wasn’t necessary at all because she had a great chest already. It was a light green cotton material that was short enough to show off her tummy yet it had a low scoop neckline that showed off her ample cleavage. I complimented her flat tummy but wished that her bellybutton was pierced with something sparkling in it. I complimented her top but wished that I could see her nipples hard or at least a hint of her bra. She pulled at her top and adjusted it until I could see the lace along the edge of her white bra cups. I thanked her for the view and she smiled sweetly. Then Charlotte told me to sit down in my chair and inspect her miniskirt.