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Educating Maria -- Chapter 3 (M-f-teen, ped, affair)
by Ghostwheel
"Would You Like Some Candy, Little Girl?"
After talking for about an hour, we gradually went back to our own
entertainments. I read my book and listened to some music (I'd finished with
Bowie and was working on INXS -- Maria seemed to share some of my musical
interests, too), and finally finished the book. I asked Maria if she wanted
to borrow it, and she eagerly put aside her Sweet Valley High and started in
on Sundiver. Not wanting to shift gears to Dean Koontz quite that fast, I
again asked Maria if she'd keep an eye on my things, and headed for one of
the overpriced airport snack bars. I asked her if she wanted anything, but
she politely declined.
After walking around for a while, I finally bought a Coke and a Snickers,
then went to check the monitors to make sure our flight was on time. I
dumped my trash, and headed for the men's room. Somehow, I wasn't surprised
when I crossed paths with Maria. "I saw you checking the monitor. Is the
flight still on time?" I told her it was. "Where are you going now?" she
asked, falling in step beside me. I gestured down the side corridor to the
restrooms. "Oh. Me too, I guess. I mean, the ladies' room." Once again, she
was a girl who had embarrassed herself by talking too fast. And it is kind
of awkward walking to the restrooms with someone. I mean, everybody uses
them, and everybody knows it, but it's one of those things that we still
think of as private.
"See you back at the lounge," I said, turning into the men's room. She
nodded, still blushing a little. I went in, and took care of my business,
then stopped to comb my hair and look at myself in the mirror. Considering
I'd already been up for 20 hours, I was holding up reasonably well, and the
caffeine from the Coke hadn't even kicked in yet. Over my shoulder in the
mirror, I saw the door swing open, and then was startled to see Maria walk
into the men's room.
"Whoa -- wait. Wrong room, Maria. I haven't been in here that long, have
I? I'll see you outside." She hesitated a moment, looked around, and kept
coming toward me.
"No..." she said, barely above a whisper. "I wanted..." her voice failed,
and she tried again. "I wanted to give you something. You loaned me your
book, so I wanted to give you something, too." She reached out and pressed
something small and soft into my hand. Looking down, I realized what it was:
a pair of panties. Very small, lacy, still warm and slightly moist.
"Well, I..." It was my turn to lose my voice. What the hell do you say to
a gorgeous underage girl who's just given you her panties in the men's room
of an airport? Let's face it, "thank you" doesn't quite make it in that
situation. "These are...great." And what if her father walks in? "Why are
you giving them to me?" Do you want to get me killed? "I mean, it's kind of
an unusual gift." And please, please, can I put my face in your sweet little
panty-less crotch before someone catches us?
"I could tell from the way you were looking at me that you were wondering
what I had under my skirt. Just like I was wondering what you had inside
your jeans." With that, she stepped right up to me, took the panties out of
my hand and stuffed them in my jeans pocket, and started to fumble with my
belt. Something inside me said to stop her. Something louder said not to. I
decided to listen to reason, and stopped her.
"Wait. Wait. Maria. It's not that I don't want to. In fact, if we weren't
in a public place, I'd probably say yes." What was I doing, arguing morals
with a teenage girl who was trying to molest me? "But even if this wasn't
illegal and immoral, somebody, like your father, could walk in any second."
She was wavering, I could tell, but she decided to play it out. "You're
right," she said, "so we'd better do this fast." I told you she was a bright
kid. I stopped resisting, as she unbuckled my belt, opened my jeans, and
tugged my hard cock out of my underwear. She just held it and stroked it for
a moment, as if she were admiring it. For all I knew then, it was the first
one she'd ever seen or touched. By this time, I was leaning back against one
of the sinks, listening for the door over the pounding in my ears.
Maria dropped to her knees and lightly kissed the head of my cock. Shy,
but not afraid. She dotted kisses along its length, from my crotch to the
tip, and then down the underside to my balls. She flicked her tongue over my
balls a couple times, and then kissed her way back up to the head. "Consuela
says guys love this. Is that true?" I couldn't tell whether she was serious
or teasing. Couldn't she tell I loved it from the way my legs were shaking?
She didn't give me time to answer, as she tentatively sucked the head into
her sweet, delicate mouth. She didn't take it far in at all, but she kept
swirling her tongue around the head. She moved back and said, "Consuela
tells me that I should learn to take the whole thing, all the way down my
throat. I think she called it 'Deep Throat,' but I thought that was the name
of a movie. I don't know how I'm going to get all this down my throat,
though."
"Don't worry, you don't have to. What you're doing is great. Mmmm, oh,
yes!"
Abruptly, she stopped and pulled away. "You're not going to shoot in my
mouth, are you? Consuela says I should learn to swallow eventually, but I
don't think I'm ready." Ah well, you can't have everything.
"If you keep doing that, I'll come," I said. "But I won't do it in your
mouth if you don't want me to. Did Consuela say what you should do if you
don't want me to come in your mouth?"
She got to her feet and nodded, blushing again. I figured our sudden talk
about coming and swallowing had embarrassed her. Wrong again! After a moment
she said, "Yes, she said that I should stop sucking you, and have you...I
mean, not you, but the guy...have him...eatmypussy." The last came out just
like that, in one word, breathless. She looked up at me and saw that I was
smiling, so she smiled herself. "Do you...do that?" she asked.
"Oh, yes. I certainly do that." I took her by the shoulders and swung us
around, so that she was leaning against the sink, then knelt in front of her
as she'd been kneeling in front of me. "Okay, have you done this before?" I
asked.
She started to nod, and then shook her head no, then said, "Well, not
exactly, but close enough." I had no idea what she meant, but close enough
for her was close enough for me. I took the hem of her skirt in my fingers,
and gradually raised it up, savoring every inch of those perfect young legs.
These were legs that would've made most models envious. Not really muscular,
but obviously strong, with an ounce or two of extra flesh on each gently
curving thigh. The kind of legs, in short, that you just can't wait to get
around your neck. I swept her loose skirt up to where her ass pressed it
against the sink, and she obligingly wriggled for me to get it free. I had
my eyes closed, enjoying her legs, and now the perfect curve of her ass.
Forgive me if I overuse the word perfect, but the only other word I can
think of to describe her ass is flawless. I stroked it gently working the
fingers of one hand just slightly into the cleft, pulling her toward me. I
rested my cheek against her thigh, and inhaled deeply. According to one of
the cards in Trivial Pursuit, smell is the sense most closely tied to
memory. Thank gods for that, because I always want to remember the sweet,
clean, delicious scent of her pussy.
Almost unwilling to break the spell, I opened my eyes. It looked just the
way it smelled -- clean, delicate, and innocent. The hell with innocent, I
wanted to get my mouth on it. Glancing at her once more for permission, I
dove in, but with as much restraint as I could manage. I gently pulled her
legs a little further apart to get a better angle, and started licking up
and down her dainty folds. She gasped once, then again. This little girl was
hot, and if the early signs were to be believed, this would be one of the
easiest orgasms I'd ever given a woman. I kept licking up and down, and then
moved for her clit. My luck held out, and I found it with no trouble. I felt
her go stiff, and then start to move in rhythm with my licking. Her juices
were starting to flow, so I pressed harder, working my tongue right up
inside her, getting the full, musky taste of at-least-close-to-virgin pussy.
She was starting to whimper a little bit, with pleasure, and I could see her
eyes were closed. Her hands were braced on the sink, and if her grip got any
tighter, she might have chipped the porcelain.
I stopped for a moment. "Maria? Maria?" She opened her eyes.
"Are you done?"
"No, not yet. I just wanted to make sure. You've had orgasms before,
right? I mean, you're not going to start screaming or anything, are you?"
"Oh, God, it feels so good, I've been trying not to scream the whole time.
I think I can hold it back, though. Or do you think we should stop?"
By this time, I was too far gone to care if we got caught. I just had to
make her come, and taste her when she did. "No, I'm not stopping. I just
wanted to be sure. Ready?" She nodded, and I picked up where I'd left off.
She was practically dripping juices by this point, and I alternated between
driving my tongue way inside her and sucking at her clit. Another minute or
two, and I knew she was there. She started thrusting her hips back and
forth, almost crushing my knuckles between her ass and the sink (hey, I'd
rather get bruises on my knuckles than her gorgeous ass) and whispering
incoherently. In a situation like that, whispers are definitely better than
screams. I kept at it, lapping up her thick, sweet juices until her
thrusting tapered off. I licked her clean, then turned her around and
kissed her once more, right where the cleft of her ass started, and then
stood up, letting her skirt drop.
She fell against me, hugging me tight. "That was great. Do you like to do
that?" I assured her that I liked it, maybe even more than she did. She
reached down and felt my cock, still hard, still poking out of my underwear.
"I guess it's your turn now. Maybe I am ready to let you shoot in my mouth.
Want to try it?" I didn't want to rush her, but I certainly wasn't going to
discourage her, either, so I just leaned back and relaxed as she dropped to
her knees in front of me again. She started off again by kissing my
cockhead, then took it into her mouth, and then a couple inches of the
shaft. I could feel her going for more, but she gave it up after a moment of
choking, and settled into a nice gentle sucking, tongue-swirling blowjob.
Until we heard the knock at the door.
In a flash she was on her feet and panicking. I shoved her into a stall
and motioned for her to get her feet up out of sight, and got myself over to
a urinal just as a janitor walked in. "How's it going tonight, sir?" he
said.
"Fine, just fine," I said, trying to zip up over my erection.
"You know," he said, "just between you and me, fifteen minutes is about
the limit. After that, people start wondering where you are. Might wonder
what you've been up to. Like that couple out in the lounge. Their little
girl went to the snack bar just about fifteen minutes ago, but they're
probably starting to wonder what's taking her so long right about now. Of
course, she's just gone to get a soda pop and she'll be back any second, and
they'll never give it a second thought. Much longer than that, they might
start asking their little girl some questions. 'Course, you don't have
anyone waiting for you, but still, fifteen minutes is about the limit."
"I think you've got something there," I said.
"Well, you see just about everything in a place like this, if you keep
your eyes open. Don't see many little girls that pretty, though. I'll
remember her. Kind of makes me wish I had something more than just my old
tired memory to remind me, though. Girl that special, I'd like to remember
her special. Well, I'll just get to work here."
He went into the stall at the end farthest from where Maria was hiding,
whistling loudly to himself. I hustled her out of the stall and out the
door, making a quick inspection to be sure nothing was out of place. At
least, nothing visible. I took a couple of deep breaths, checked myself in
the mirror, and then left. Of course, first I left that sweet little pair of
panties hanging on the janitor's mop handle. I hated to part with them, but
one good turn deserves another.
I saw Maria a little way up the corridor, heading for the snack bar. I
walked back past her Miguel and Donna in the lounge, and pretended to be
interested in the plane that was refueling outside the window. A couple
minutes later, Maria came back, and we both sat down again.
"I thought you were going to get something to eat," Donna said to me.
"Oh, I did. I finished it before I came back," I said.
"Well, I hope it was good," Maria said. "I'm still looking forward to
tasting mine. I hope it's nice and sweet." She started to unwrap the
brownies she'd bought, winking at me when her mother wasn't looking.
Oh, yes, I thought. I've got just the thing for you to eat. But how the
hell are we going to manage anything now?
To Be Continued in chapter 4: "The Mile High Club"
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