Girls on the Green - A True Story (M; f; panties; tease; voy) By Neverlander (C) 2016 Though I may lust for older ladies (Mommies, wives or aunties), What thrills me most, excites me more, Are little girls in panties. For men like me there is no greater Pleasure to be had Than watching little girls who lift Their skirts to drive us mad! * * * * * I'm Jack (not my real name, in case you were wondering). I want to tell you about something that happened to me today - I think you might find it interesting, some of you, at any rate. The thing is, even though I'm attracted to grown women, what really gets me hot is seeing little girls in their panties. I love to see images of them posing for older men like me, flirting with us, tempting and tantalizing us. When a little girl looks out of a picture and smiles, and then lifts her skirt to give a peek underneath ... oh my God that gets me so excited! Little girls cock-teasing us like that, teasing us to madness - I just love it, I can't get enough. Lately, though, I've been trying to curtail my little girl habit; it really is an addiction, you know, and can get you into trouble. So when I go out for a walk these days I'm careful to stay away from places where I'm likely to see girls who get me excited and aroused, like schools or even playgrounds (shame on me!). And if I happen to see a pretty little girl, I don't stare at her, and I try to avoid having any inappropriate thoughts about her. I'm trying hard to be good. So, this afternoon I decided to walk to the village green where people were congregating to listen to a hokey little band concert, a real piece of old, home-town America. What better way to spend an innocent hour sitting on the grass with my fellow townsfolk, enjoying sunshine and repose. Ah, but Fate had something else in mind for me. Fate evidently has a cruel sense of irony because of what she decided to send my way, me of all people. I was sitting on the grass, watching the conductor wave away at the band, when two little girls came running across the lawn and stopped in front of me, quite close to where I was sitting. So pretty they were, the younger one with auburn curls, and her older sister with long, golden tresses, both wearing light summer dresses. They began to play a game: The older girl held a small stuffed animal on a long cord - a dog, I think - and she started to swing it around in a circle; when it reached her sister, the little girl squealed and jumped over the cord. So began their game of doggy jump-rope, with the older girl twirling around in place as her sister jumped over the cord as it flew past her. Laughing, the lovely blonde spun herself around faster and faster, and as she did her dress flared out and lifted higher and higher. I gave in to temptation immediately, and tried not to be obvious as I watched more of the girl's pretty legs appear from under her ever-rising skirt. She stopped before I could see what I so wanted to, but soon the pair was at it again, and this time the little dervish spun with such speed that an instant before she stopped again I saw a flash of white, an enticing delta between her legs, a tantalizing glimpse of her preteen panties. As you can imagine, at this point my heart was pounding in my chest, and it was becoming more difficult for me to be discreet in my ogling as I looked up the little girl's skirt. It struck me that it was totally outrageous that this delicious display should have fallen by chance upon me, a confirmed panty-pervert, fallen randomly into my lap, where a visible response to the game had developed. And the two little dears weren't done with me yet. The blonde tossed the cord aside and simply as a dance this time twirled around again, almost as if she knew exactly how much the man sitting nearby was craving it. Faster and faster she went, and this time I stared and had to suppress a moan as her skirt rose all the way to her waist, displaying to me in their entirety her cotton bikini panties, tiny and tight, clasping her hips and stretched across her pert, delectable bottom, and dipping in front to a mere inch above what was hidden between her legs. Again and again she did it, and I took it all in, devouring the exciting images, storing them away in my obsessed brain. As I walked home what I had seen spurred my imagination to weave about the lovely little nymph other scenarios and fantasies, "what-ifs" that kept me in a constant state of arousal. I imagined her sitting on the floor leaning against a wall with her knees pulled up and wide apart, or watching her undress in her bedroom, or seeing her step naked from the shower. And I marveled again over the improbable twist of fate that had led a vulnerable panty lover to lose himself under a little girl's dress! And now, in bed at night, those images once again arouse and excite and tease me, making me moan with desire and frustration, aching for what I can't have, while my hands keep me trembling and suffering on the maddening edge of a climax I've needed desperately since I saw heaven on the green. ----------------------------------------------------------- tim_cravin@yahoo.com