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!

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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.

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