Young Girl In High Heels

Fbailey story number 405


Young Girl In High Heels


When I first saw her in those shoes I was amazed that she could even stand up in high heels. She couldn’t have been any older than eleven or twelve at the time. I still called her ‘Brat’ but in an affectionate way of course.

Brat is actually an acronym for Betty Rachael Ann Turner my pretty little niece. She is my sister’s daughter. She had two annoying little brothers that are several years younger than she is, so she became the built in babysitter. She hates it and tells her mother that all of the time.

Now at fifteen, Brat is becoming quite the young lady. As I watched her run across the room to me in those high heels and fling herself into my arms I just smiled. I also got a good feel of her breasts smashing into my chest, her arms going around my neck, and her pussy grinding into my crotch as she jumped up on me to give me her usual kiss. I say usual but she doesn’t do it front of her father just in front of her mother or if we are alone. I reached down with both hands to cup her ass and hold her up, otherwise I might fall down from the offset weight of her. Normally she is in a pair of tight blue jeans because she likes the way that her legs and ass look in those high heels. Like mother, like daughter. However, that particular day she was wearing a micro miniskirt and my hands were holding bare flesh. My fingertips were resting in her ass crack. One fingertip was touching her tiny asshole and the thin string from her panties that was bisecting it.

She giggled and said, “Oh! That feels good.”

I said, “I’m sorry.” Then I quickly moved my fingertip.

She giggled and said, “Not your finger silly, your hard-on is pressed into my pussy and it feels good rubbing against my clit like that. I’m so horny that I might have to go masturbate again. Want to smell my finger afterwards?”

I said, “Yes.”

Then I let her drop to the floor and went into the kitchen to find my sister. There standing in front of the sink doing the dinner dishes was my beautiful thirty-eight-year-old sister Connie.

Connie asked, “Did you see her new skirt? She insisted on me buying it for her.