Dakota was a young neighbour girl who lived just a block over from my house. She she was a foster child and I had no idea where her parents were or even if she had any…She used to walk or bike by my house almost daily. That summer I used to go for bike rides quite often and would run into her at the local park, or somewhere along the road. I was in pretty good shape and always used to wear my muscle shirt and shorts.
She would always come up to me and talk..or tag along on a bike ride with me. She was very friendly and very cute. She was at that age when she was starting to notice boys, and sometimes I would catch her looking at my crotch, and she would smile and come up to me…grab my muscles and giggle and say “they are so big and hard”….it was times like that when I began to get hard ..looking down into her pretty little eyes, and down even lower to her perky little breasts…her breasts were small and perfect and her nipples were usually poking through her little tank top. I knew it was wrong to even think those type of thoughts… but like I said, I would find my cock getting hard….harder than it had been in years.
One day I was biking along the railway tracks when Dakota and one of her friends caught up with me.
She was just a wisp of a thing, with large brown eyes, dark hair,cute little titties..wearing cotton short shorts so tight that I could see the outline of her little cunt. Dakota had on a pink halter top and white shorts…nice and tight. She was in front of me ….at times she would stand up to pedal and I could see the crack of her tight little ass….the sweat leaking down to her tiny little cunt……”what the fuck am I doing” I thought…undressing these young girls with my eyes….but I found my cock getting uncomfortably hard again.
We cut into the local school grounds and down a path to a clearing with large trees and a picnic table…Dakota in front, me in the middle and the cute little friend just behind. We just got into the clearing when she crashed…we both stopped…got off our bikes…and hurried over to her. She was not hurt very bad, a scrape on her upper thigh, and another on her shoulder…but her cute brown eyes were swelled up with tears. Dakota smiled at her and said she was alright and don’t be a whiner..She looked right past her and into my eyes and said mister…”can you kiss my bruises better ? “.. I told her not to worry and she would be fine….but Dakota insisted I do it or else we would be here all day..Oh well I thought..I picked her up off the ground…so tiny…and gave her a quick kiss on her shoulder…she dug her little hands into my biceps and giggled….I put her on the ground…she was only up to my belly button..she smiled up at me and said …now the other one..pointing at her thigh…just inches from her little cunnie….oh my God I thought…I cant…my cock was hard and straining at my shorts.