Girl In The Common

Girl In The Common (Mg+ exhi voy)

A tale from an old friend by M8R1X [REV 13 Jul 22]

A scruffy young girl plays with a man's daughters in the estate common and leads to nice memories.

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The memory that came back first after the mention of park benches was a time when my girl's were very young. The youngest Stacy was about seven and Tracy about eight years old. We lived in an estate with a very large common within walking distance. We did a lot of walking back then and distances did not seem all that great.

The common was perfect since our garden was tiny and there wasn't enough room to play with their ball. They only had a few friends their age that lived down our lane or close by and no place to run about. If they wanted to get a game going and meet new friends, the common was the place to play.

Unfortunately, there were no swings or benches and it didn't have a toilet block. If you needed a bit of privacy to go, you had to venture into the wood or find an opening in the thicket. I always brought the loo roll with me because my seven year old would go mental if she couldn't wipe. Tracy didn't care and was more of the drip and dry type.

Since there were no benches, I brought a blanket to sit on and usually brought a basket with sandwiches and sweeties for the girls and maybe a tiny flask with some 'Father's Little Helper' in it. A little nip smoothed the ragged edges and helped the afternoon along.

During the summer school holiday, I would bring them to the common two or three times a week. It not only gave them a place to wear off some of the excess energy, but they tired out so much they didn't have the strength left to stamp on each other's feet, punch and pull the other's hair out like they did when all that energy is pent up with no place to go.

There was one girl in particular that stood out. I don't believe she lived in our estate or I would have seen her around. Plus, my girls knew everyone and they didn't know her either.

I would guess she was about eight because of her new front teeth. They were long, with a gap between them and reminded me of Bugs Bunny the rabbit. I remember her nose was a little rabbit like button with a heavy sprinkle of freckles across it and her cheeks. They highlighted her piercing blue eyes and ginger hair that was cut in a short, careless bob. She seemed to always wear the same light summer shift and was quite immodest when she sat near me. Her knickers looked like they had been passed down for several generations and were a dingy grey and somewhat thin and tatty.

After a particularly hard game with the ball, covered with sweat and grime, she came over to me and asked if I had something in my basket that she could drink. I usually brought a bottle of Coke for my girls to share but for some reason, today I had two, so I offered it to her.

The girl was thirsty and made the contents of the bottle vanish in a few chugs. Then she sat down on the blanket in front of me with her knees up and legs splayed. This gave me prime vista of her tatty and stained knicker gusset. It seemed pretty obvious that she was the drip and dry persuasion also. We chatted like old chums for a little while and she told me all about her school and mates and where she lived. She said her name was Caroline and shared a small flat on the edge of the village with her mum and older brother. There was no mention of a father and I didn't ask.

Then, like a flash she was up and chased the ball across the green again. I needed to lower my water level a bit and told my girls I would be right back and they were not to venture out of sight. They were not prone to wander and I'm sure I could watch them just fine from the thicket.

I had just got a good stream going when I heard a crunch next to me and looked down and saw Caroline as she intently watched me water the shrubbery. I told her, "A little privacy if you please, young lady."

She looked up at me and said, "Why? I watch my brother all the time and he doesn't mind."

Since I couldn't come up with a good answer, I held my tongue and let her watch. When I was finished, she crouched in front of me with her dress up, pulled her gusset aside and fired off a three foot stream. All the while she looked at me with a bright smile across her face. When she finished, she bolted off to the green and resumed her game with the girls.

I let the girls play for another hour so they were plenty tired, and then gathered them up to return to our place. Right after I picked up the basket and blanket, Caroline flew in and smashed into my mid-section, then wrapped her arms around me, saying, "Thank you for the drink. It was real good."

Then she flew away to parts unknown and I escorted my girls home. They were both tired and chatted away with each other at about half their normal speed, and I heard Caroline's name pop up a few times. It seemed to like her and certainly enjoyed playing ball with her.

It was about two days later when we packed the basket and blanket and headed off to the common for fun times. My girls were disappointed that Caroline was not present but there were plenty others to play with. I packed an extra bottle of Coke this time for the girl but might have it myself if she didn't show up. However, I did bring a thermos bottle of tea and a few tea cakes to share.

About an hour later Caroline showed up. She appeared to be as scruffy as usual and maybe a little more tousled looking today. Instead of playing with the girls, she sat with me in her usual 'I know you like my knickers, so I'll show them to you' position.

Unlike my first impression, she did have more than one pair of knickers and wore some new ones today. They were nice to look at and she made sure that I had an excellent view of the gusset. I really hadn't seen her bum yet, except under her dress and would enjoy a good look at her chubby cheeks as they strained the fabric and maybe a hint of bare bum crack.

We chatted for a few minutes and she never closed her legs once. If anything, she spread them wider for me and seemed to enjoy letting me look. I certainly didn’t mind it a bit.

Probably about noon, my girls were hungry and Caroline followed them over to the blanket. I shared my sandwich and cakes with her and gave her the Coke. When they got up to resume play, the girl reached down and gave me a quick pucker on the cheek before legging it away.

She seemed like a sweet girl and I believe she wanted to thank me for her dinner. I enjoyed the intermittent knicker flash and wrestling matches between the girls for the next hour and decided to have a wee before I took them home. I had just unfastened my trousers when I looked over and found my little spy trying to get a look at me. I scolded, "Miss Caroline, little girls are not supposed to follow men around so they can watch them pee."

She poked her tongue at me, then ran in front of me, flipped up the back of her dress and pulled her knickers over her bum and shook it at me, before she flew away. "Nice bum," I thought. The girl certainly was cheeky in more ways than one.

Unfortunately, that was the last time I saw her. My girls and I returned to common several times a week during the summer, but we never saw her again. I can't remember her face any longer, but that chubby little bum of hers was indelibly burned into my memory.

The End

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