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I awoke in the dark to the sound of rumbling in the distance.� Funny, I thought.� It was nice and sunny out all day, and there was no forecast for thunderstorms.� A flash of lightning brightened up the room for an instant, but the darkness returned as I counted the seconds between the flash and the thunder.� 1, 2, 3, 4, 5� the storm was getting close.� I tried to go back to sleep, and then BOOM!� It seemed like it was right beside the trailer, and I jumped up.

Then I was surprised by another body in my bed quickly grabbing me and holding tight.� It was Sally.� I�m not sure when she came into my bed,� but there she was.� I could not see her as it was dark again and she was under the covers.� But she was there, clinging tight to me, shaking like a leaf.�

�It�s okay.� It�s just a thunderstorm,� I said reassuringly, rubbing her shoulder through the blanket.

�It�s so noisy and it scares me,�� she said, a quivering in her voice.

�How long have you been in my bed?� I didn�t even hear you come in?�

�When I heard the first thunder, I came in quietly because I did not want to wake you.� It was scary out there on the table bed.� I hope it�s okay.�

I reassured her it was okay, but that she would have to get back in her own bed.� It just wasn�t right for a ten year old girl to sleep in a man�s bed, especially if she was not my own daughter.� I tried to explain that I could get in a lot of trouble if anyone ever found out she was in my bed.� Then she started crying.

�I�m so scared!� I�m all alone, and in a strange place, and you have been so nice to me.� But, now I will have to go away again tomorrow.� I�m scared.� Can�t I please stay? Just until the thunderstorm goes away?�� She was shaking and crying.� What was I to do?

�Okay," I said, �just until the thunderstorm goes away.� But you have to stay on your side of the bed.�

Now, I always slept with just my boxers on.� No shirt, no socks, no briefs underneath.� It�s just how I got comfortable.� I didn�t see any need to change this habit just because she was in the other room.� After all, I needed to get some sleep too.� So I just rolled onto my side on the opposite side of the bed and tried to go back to sleep.

BOOM!� The lightning lit up the room as the thunder came in a split second.� I jumped, and so did Sally.� She scooted right over to my side of the bed and nestled up close.� It was then that I realized she no longer had the T-shirt on!� Her soft, smooth skin was right up against mine.� I could feel her chest heaving against my mid-section, her little nubbins pressed against my side.� Her leg was up against my leg.

I panicked.� �Little lady, did you take your T-shirt off?�

�Yes.� I was so hot that I took it off,� she whimpered, still shaking as she clung to me.

The thunder continued to roll outside, although it was starting to die down a little as the rain pounded the camper.� I tried to figure out a response.� This was not good.� I would have a hard time containing myself with this little beauty mostly naked sleeping next to me.� But, I told myself I could handle it.

�Well, you need to stay on your side, please.� Pretty young girls like you should not be naked with a man in the same bed.�

�I�m not naked.� I have my panties on,� she declared.� She rolled back over on her aside to go back to sleep as the rain slowed down and the thunder faded off into the distance.� I rolled over too, hoping I could stay over there for the rest of the night.

But... my mind kept racing.� What an opportunity!� Shouldn�t I at least see how innocent she is?� How far I could go?� What she would and would not notice?� With the thunder now gone, I could hear her deep breathing and knew she was asleep.� �Sally,� I said softly, "are you still awake?�� No answer.� I asked again, a little louder.� Still no answer.� Her breathing told me she was asleep, so I decided to test the waters.�

I rolled over on my left side, right beside her, my manhood starting to get engorged by my racing hormones.� As I got closer, she sighed slightly, and I hesitated.� But then she rolled onto her back and just lay there with her legs flayed open.� I couldn�t see her, I only knew she was on her back, and her leg had come over and touched mine.� She was wide open for me now.� I took a chance.

Slowly I put my hand on her bare belly and just left it there for a few minutes, pretending to be asleep.� After a few minutes of just resting it there, I moved it just a little to see if she would notice.� Not a peep, not a stoppage of breathing, not a move.� She was out.� Slowly and tenderly, I moved my hand to her waist, and caressed her soft, smooth skin back over her belly to the other side.�

As I got back to her belly, I slowly brought my hand up under her little breasts, not daring to touch them just yet.� I could feel the very slight swell of her beginning mounds just waiting to grow.�� I wanted to go higher, but decided instead to move back down over her belly to just above her panties.� Her little belly button was soft as I moved my hand downward.� When I got to the elastic of her panties, I stopped and slowly traced my hand along the top.� Gently, I slid my fingers just slightly under the waistband, and she stirred.

I quickly removed my hand and rolled onto my back, placing my hands at my side.� Had she felt me touching her, my breath by her side?� Had she felt her leg touching mine?�� Had she realized I was doing things to her that I should not be?� All these questions rolled through my mind.

Then she started to roll onto her right side to face me.� Her left leg came up and over my right leg, landing gently on top of mine.� The feel of her soft skin on my leg gave me a shudder.� Then her left hand followed, landing inches away from my hard cock.� Oh my, I was stuck under her!

I stayed real still for a while to see if she was still sleeping.� Her breathing did not change, and I could only faintly see her eyes were closed.� Her face was inches from my chin, just below it.� I assessed the situation, not really knowing what to do now.� I thought maybe it was a good idea to try and sleep, although sleeping on my back was not my usual position.

As I lay there trying to go to sleep, I moved my left hand to try and get more comfortable, and felt the softness of her cotton panties!� Her position had opened up her legs to me, and my hand was right next to her lovely little mound.� My mind raced with anticipation.� Dare I touch those panties?� Will I wake her up if I do?� Then I remembered that her little left hand was right next to my aching cock, and again my mind started thinking.

I was dazed by this situation.� I decided to wait on trying to touch her and see what I could do about her hand.� I slowly, and very carefully, shifted my body a little to my left to see if I could bring her hand a little closer.� The effect was that we both moved slightly, so that did not work.� I decided to get bolder, and reached down to take her little hand in mine.� Very gently I moved her hand ever so slightly toward the opening in my boxers.� It reached!� I undid the button holding the boxers closed, and took her little hand in mine.� I placed it right on my bare cock.� Oh, what a feeling. I was in heaven!

Her hand was so soft and her fingers so nimble.� Could I maneuver just a little bit more?� Taking a big chance, I reached down and took her fingers in mine once again.� I opened them gently and moved her hand over to my cock, putting her fingers around it.� Then I closed her hand around my aching, hard rod.� It worked.� She now had hold of me!

I started moving ever so slightly so that my cock would move between her petite little fingers.� What a heavenly feeling.� I had to contain myself though, because I did not want to come and have my load startle her.� I slowly rocked back and forth, her hand staying still while my cock moved between her palm and her fingers.� I wish I could have seen it, but it was under the covers, and I dared not move those for fear of waking her.

Meanwhile, the fact that I moved her hand closer and moved my body a little had brought my left hand in contact with her panties again!� I slowly turned my left hand so that the palm was open toward her mound and moved it just slightly to cover that beautiful, growing mound of hers.� Her panties were so soft to the touch, her mound so delicate.� My index finger could feel the outline of her young pussy lips, and I started to trace them ever so slightly.� Oh my, what a feeling.� I wanted to do so much more to her, but didn�t dare, fearing she would wake up and I would scare her.

So I just let my hand gently caress the outside of her panties while her hand was rubbing my moving cock. It was quite a sensation, and I was enjoying every minute of it, hoping she would not move again, or wake up.� I took my right hand and started running it up the thigh that was draped over my leg.� So soft and smooth, so delicate.

I have to admit, when I saw her on that swing earlier in the day, this is what I wanted.� To be close to her, to smell her young scent.� To touch her soft skin, and have her touch me.� I wanted it so bad, but thought there was no way it would ever happen.� And here we were, in a lovers embrace, touching each other in places we never should.� It was a dream come true!� I slowly drifted off to sleep in that position, keeping my hand on her mound, and her hand around my cock.

I�m not sure how long I had slept, but it wasn�t long.� Sally had moved back over to her left side, facing away from me, and was on the other side of the bed now.� I had to take a leak, so I quietly got out of bed to step outside and relive myself.� The campground was empty, and it was dark, so I wasn�t worried about going all the way to the restroom.� My hard-on had subsided a little, and I emptied my bladder and looked at my watch.� 4:00 AM, still time to get a few more hours sleep before I would have to wake Sally up and get her to the social worker.

I slid gently back into bed, and my arm brushed up against her bare back.� She did not move, and her breathing sounded very deep.� She was out for sure.� I wanted to go back to sleep, but my cock thought otherwise, and got the better of me.� I rolled over and up behind her, and sort of spooned into her, but not full flesh contact.� My whole body was just inches away from hers, and I took my right hand and started just lightly running it across her right side.� A nice curve presented itself, not womanly by any means, but that of a developing little girl.

Her skin was smooth and soft to the touch as I gently caressed her side, not even considering she might wake up.� I reached a little further and my hand started running over her belly and down to the elastic of her panties.� I moved in a little closer and could feel her ass up against my now hard member.� A sudden thought struck me.� If her legs were just slightly bent and apart, I could put my cock up between them and rub against her cotton panties.

I spooned in closer, careful not to make too much contact, and careful not to move the bed too much.� I leaned back and took my hard pole out of my boxers.� Then my right hand proceeded to her panty covered ass.� Oh, how sweet it felt!� Her panties were tight against her skin, and I just wanted to keep my hand there for eternity.� But I had other things in mind.

I started rubbing lower until I got down to the juncture of her thighs.� Perfect, I thought to myself. Her right leg was curled up in front of her, and her left leg was stretched downward and slightly out in front of her.� A perfect angle for my devious plan.� I moved in closer, taking my cock in my hands.� I guided it between her legs, up against the cotton of her panties.� I could almost feel her pussy lips wrap around my hard member, and I moved it up between her legs as far as I could without applying too much pressure.� It felt heavenly.

Meanwhile, my right hand had started it�s gentle caresses on her belly again.� This time,� I worked my way slowly up her torso until I could feel the swell of those budding breasts.� Again, my mind went back to when she pulled her tank top over her head.� Those small little nipples on top of those nubs were just darling.� My hand moved up and cupped one of them, so soft and wonderful.� I lightly caressed the nipple in my fingers while my cock was rocking ever so gently back and forth between her legs.� This was heaven.

I stayed this way for a while and then thought that the longer I do this, the bigger a chance I will wake her again.� I slowly moved my hand back down her belly and took my cock out from between her delicate legs.� When I moved back away from that spoon position, she immediately rolled onto her back and pressed back up against me.� Her right hand came down on my cock, and I was frozen there.

I just stayed still as she stopped moving.� I could handle this and still get back to sleep, I thought.� So I closed my eyes and tried to forget I had a 10 year old girl's hand on top of my penis.� I tried to forget she was lying beside me naked except for her pretty little white, heart covered panties.� I tried to forget that I had taken advantage of this opportunity in a most perverse way, and enjoyed every second of it.

I drifted off to sleep again, knowing that soon it would all be over.� The next time I awoke, the sun had risen and it was light outside.� I looked over and there she lay in all her beauty.� Her hand was no longer on my cock, but was by her side as she slept on her back.� Her legs were open like a pair of scissors, but slightly bent at the knee.� I got up from the bed and sat in a chair close by, just to look at her beauty.��� Her little nipples heaved high as she breathed deeply.� I loved their little cone shape, and the way her shape was beginning to show signs of breasts forming.� I looked down at her panties and they were pulled tight across her mound.� I could clearly see the outline of her cunt lips as she slept away.�

I did not want to wake her.� I wanted that body so badly, but I knew I had done enough already and if I started anything now, she would wake up and I would be caught.� I sat there for about ten minutes just absorbing her beauty.� Then I got up, put on a shirt,� and started to make coffee in the front part of the camper, leaving her to sleep.� It was hard to walk away.

The coffee started perking and I heard a voice in the back of the camper.� �Tom?� she said.

�Good Morning, Sally," I said at the door gazing upon her once again. "Did you sleep well?�

�Oh, yes, but how did I get back here in your bed?�

�You don�t remember the thunder storm?� You were scared and came back.�� I was surprised, as we had talked for a little while when I found her in my bed.

�No, I don�t.� Have I been here long?�� She sounded sleepy, and almost ready to go back to sleep.

�Almost all night, but we both slept through the night.� You didn't bother me,� I lied.� She bothered me a lot, in a good way.� She kept me awake most of the night, wanting her, touching her, fondling her.� She kept my raging hard-on harder than it had been for years all night long, and it was aching this morning from being so hard for so long.

�I�m glad I didn�t wake you.� I don�t want to be any trouble,� she said.� I bit my lip.

�I need something to drink,� she said as she stumbled out of bed.�

When she walked past me and into the living room, I pretended to be in shock at her mostly naked body and said, �Sally, you have to get dressed before you come out here.�

�Oh, ya.� I forgot I took my shirt off.� I almost always sleep in just my panties.� She went over to the table bed and picked up the shirt, lifting her arms to put it over her head.� I took one last look at the buds and the panties, and then they were gone again.

I got her a drink and asked her if she wanted to take a shower.� I had a working shower in the camper and plenty of towels.� I told her she should take one, as that would be good when I took her to the social worker.� She said okay, and went into the bathroom after she finished her drink.

My bathroom is very small, with just enough room to sit down and pee and then turn to take a shower.� I could hear a stream of her pee hit the toilet.� What an amazing sound from a ten-year-old.� Then she stood up and flushed the toilet.� She had to back up a little to take her T-shirt and panties off, and I saw her naked behind just bending over as she took the panties off her feet.� I heard her turn on the shower and wait for it to get warm, and then I could hear when she stepped in and he water started hitting her naked body.� The last noise I heard was the shower curtain being pulled across the front of the shower.

�Ooops, I forgot the soap!� she cried from the shower.�

'Ah, here�s my opportunity!'� I went into the cupboard and got the soap and a hand cloth, and then proceeded to the bathroom. �I�m bringing it for you,� I called out.

I walked in by the opening to the bathroom and my eyes just took in the sight.� Behind the curtain was the silhouette of this beautifully shaped young girl.�� I could see her little buds sticking out, and her ass, so small and demure, and so gorgeous, sticking out behind her.� I just wanted to take it in, but realized that time was of the essence, so I reached around the curtain and handed it to her.�

�Thank you,� she blurted out, and started to sing some kid's song.� I didn�t know the song, but she had a nice little voice.

I stayed in the doorway of the bathroom for a few minutes just to watch her silhouette.� She was slim and short, but probably about right for her age.� The brightness shining through the air vent above the shower did little to hide her growing figure from me.� The curtain was transparent enough so that I could see her silhouette, but she could not see me.� I watched as her hands brought the soap up over her breasts rubbing them ever so slightly as she washed her body.� Then she bent down and washed between her legs, rubbing that soft pussy that I would love to help with.� It was a very erotic event, but I decided I better get breakfast going.

She was in the shower for all of 10 minutes while I made some scrambled eggs and bacon and put the table back up so we could eat.� The coffee was ready, and I poured her another glass of apple juice.� I had also laid out her clothes on the bathroom stool so she could dress before she came to breakfast.� Those pretty white panties with the hearts were set on top, so delicate and soft.� We would have to leave right after we ate.� I heard the shower turn off, and then heard her drying herself.� The curtain opened and she came out with that white halter top and pink skirt hugging her pretty little body, just as I had first seen her through the binoculars.

�Do you have a brush?� she asked.� I looked at her, and had forgotten through the night just how beautiful she was.�� Her thin frame was long in the legs, which came down softly from below her skirt.� Her torso was slim, with the slightest signs of a woman�s curves, and her little nipples strained at the fabric of her tank top.� Her hair was disheveled, and I went and got her a brush from the vanity.

I walked into the bathroom to get her a brush, and saw her panties lying on the floor.� As much as I wanted to have her leave them off, I knew that would not be a good idea, seeing where we were headed to the social services office soon.� �Sally?�

�Yes, Tom?�

�Did you forget something?�

�I don�t think so,� she said as she walked toward the bathroom.

I held up the panties with my finger through the leg hole.� �I think you better wear these!�

�Oops,� she said, a little blush coming over her cheeks.� She grabbed them out of my hand and turned around.� Then she bent over to step into them, and her skirt rode up to give me a perfect view of her naked bottom� It was so lovely, so smooth, so petite.� I was hoping she would take her time stepping into the panties so I could admire that ass, but she quickly pulled them up and the skirt dropped back into place.

�Did you find the brush?�� I held it up for her and she took it gently.

�Thank you,� she said as she found the mirror in the bathroom room and started brushing out that long blond hair.�

I just stood there and watched her with the brush.� It was a wonderful sight.� She could see me watching her in the mirror, and she blurted out, �Why are you watching me brush my hair?�

�Because you are so pretty, Sally.� And I like to look at pretty girls.�

�You think I am pretty?� No, I�m not,� Sally said with a wrinkled, quizzical look on her face.

�Yes, Sally, you are.� You are a very pretty little girl.�

�I�m not so little!� I�m ten.�

�Okay, how about if I said you are a pretty young lady?�

�That�s better,� she said as she continued to brush her hair.� "Do you REALLY think I am pretty?� she asked again

�Yes, I REALLY think you�re pretty.� But, there is one other question I wondered about.�

�What�s that?� she asked

I walked up behind her and said, �Are you ticklish?� as I started tickling her sides.

She shrieked and started laughing profusely.� �Stop, stop!� Yes, I am ticklish!� Very ticklish!� Now stop!�

�Oh, okay,� I'll stop.� I thought you probably were.� Most ten-year-old girls are.�

I turned to walk back to the table and she ran up behind me and started tickling my sides.� �Are you ticklish?�

�Only in certain places,� I said

�Where?�

�I�m not telling,� I said sheepishly.� Will she take it further?� Will she try to find that spot?

�Well, then I�ll just have to find that tickle spot!� She started at my sides and went around in front to my belly, tickling the outside of my shirt.� It was then that I realized I had forgotten to put my briefs on and my cock was beginning to grown again.� So I quickly started laughing hard and said, �That�s the place.� Stop!�

�I knew I could find it!� she said in triumph, then she wrapped her arms around my waist again and gave me a big hug.� �Thank you, Tom. Thank you for letting me stay here last night.� I was so scared.�

I returned the hug, putting my arms around her shoulders, feeling the soft skin in the middle of her back.� �Well, it�s the least I could do.� After all, the social services were closed, and the cops wouldn�t have been much help.� I was glad to help.�

�Can�t I just stay with you, Tom?� she said, starting to cry a little again.� �Please! I don�t want to go to another foster home.�

�Oh, no, that would not be a good idea.� I am a single man, and I have a job.� How could I take care of a ten-year-old?� I don�t know anything about little girls.� I never had kids.�� I tried to sound stern, but inside I wanted her to stay.� I wanted to take our little game further.� I wanted to do so many things to her, and have her do so many things to me.

�But, Tom.� I will go to school and I know how to clean, and do dishes.� I could really help you out, and I would be no trouble at all.� I would do anything you wanted me to, and I�d be real good, � she said in a steady fast stream of words.� �Please don�t take me to social services.� PLEASE!!!�� She hugged me even tighter.

�Oh, Sally.� It would never work. I have to take you.� They will be wondering what happened to you.�

�No, they won�t.� I got left behind, and they will never come back to get me.� They don�t want me.� They don�t like me like you do.� They never treated me as nice as you have.� Please Tom, PLEASE!�

�Oh, Sally, I just can�t,� I said sternly.� Pushing her away from me I said, �Come on.� We have to go�

She hung her head down and mumbled something too softly for me to hear.� �Did you say something?�

�Yes,� she said shyly.

�What is it?� I demanded, not in a stern voice, but a firm one nonetheless.

�I said I liked it when you touched me last night.�� She blushed and hung her head.

Oh, fuck!� I thought she was asleep!� I didn�t think she felt anything!� What exactly did she feel?�� How much did she know that I did to her?

�What are you talking about� I said, acting as if I didn�t know anything as I pushed back against my growing panic.� �We were both sleeping.�

�I remember you touching me below and rubbing it.� It felt so good I didn�t want to move.� Then you moved your hand down near my panties and I got all funny in my tummy.� When you moved your hand and laid back down, I wanted you to touch me more, so I rolled over and laid on top of you.�� Her head was still hung down and she spoke in a soft, tiny voice.

�But, I was asleep.� I must have just had my hand there by mistake.� I could never touch you like that.� It could get me in big trouble.�

With her head still hanging she added, �But then you rubbed my panties with your hand in between us.� That felt so nice when you put your hand over my little cunny. �And when you put my hand on your thingy, I just didn�t know what to do, so I stayed really still. I felt all weird inside."� Her head slowly lifted and she looked right at me and said, �It was awesome.�

This was not good.� If anyone found out what happened here last night, I would be in a world of trouble�� I could see jail time ahead of me, staring me in the face.� �Sally, you just can�t go saying things like that!� It�s not right.� You could get me in a lot of trouble!�

�Oh, I won�t say anything to anyone. I just wanted you to know I really liked it.� I never had anyone touch me like that before, and I never touched a boy's thingy before.�

�You promise you won�t say anything to anyone?�

�I promise.�� She paused a few moments as I started to head out the door.� �As long as you don�t take me to Social Services!�� Those words stopped me dead in my tracks.� I turned around and looked her right in the eyes.� She just looked back with an impish little grin on her face.� I was on a hook.