Letters From a Pedo/May (9)

Dear James,

I'm glad you appreciate the need to keep letters like this off the internet. Your story about the brother and sister next door was fascinating. Maybe you should take up writing instead of accountancy...

Anyway, after Angela left, I was in need of a rest, so I avoided the pool for a couple of days. Then May and her mother moved into the van next door. May is a pretty girl, with dark hair and big brown eyes. She is rather overfond of sweets and cake, which has given her a bit of a tummy and a well-developed ass (as my American readers would say). Sadly, if she doesn't improve her diet, she will grow up to be a fat and spotty teenager. However, for the time being, the extra pounds (it doesn't seem right to say extra kilos or grams) are in the right places and when she wears tight shorts and a top, there is little left for imagination.

The mother is perhaps a sign of what's to come as she is gross. and has a mouth to match. The first time I saw her she was shouting at May: "Get yer fat arse in ere and stop fucking around." I tried my best to keep out of sight but she soon spotted me. She looked at me as if I was something that had crawled out of a swamp, and hustled her daughter away.

I was grilling some bacon for breakfast when there was a knock on my door. I assumed it was Fred, the site owner, wanting some job done, and was surprised to see the chubby figure of my new young neighbour. She apologised for her mother's behaviour the day before and explained that to her, all men were perverts and rapists. As she stood in my doorway, she was getting the full benefit of bacon smells and was practically dribbling, so naturally, I offered her a share. I slapped the three rashers I had cooked for myself between two slices of fresh this morning bread and let her tuck in while I grilled some more.

I got the usual questions about why a single man was living on a family site and she told me that her mother had just broken up with a boyfriend. I didn't find out why until later. She was wearing the same shorts as when she arrived and when she sat on a seat hugging her knees, I could clearly see her camel toe and had to shift myself as my cock swelled. We talked about this and that - she comes from some grimy little town "oop Norf" and her ambition is to be a teacher " so she could boss all the kids around." After watching her bum, squeezed into those tight shorts, on her way out, I let my imagination run free as I pulled my cock out for a much-needed wank.

I was mowing later. That may sound like work, but it's mostly just driving around the site on a little tractor towing a two-gang mower when I saw her watching me. It was a sunny afternoon and all I was wearing was shorts and boots. I'm looking pretty good these days, with all the outdoor activity and when I take my shorts off it looks like I am wearing white boxers. In fact, I have skipped wearing underwear in this heat.

Anyway, there I was, cruising in ever-widening circles on the play area when I saw May staring at me. She slipped away as soon as she realised I had seen her, but there was no doubt in my mind that she was at least curious. After I washed the mower down and put it away, I went for a shower and then headed back to my van for a rest and a cold beer. I didn't want to put the sweaty shorts back on, so I just slipped my feet into my boots and wrapped a towel around myself. May was sitting on her porch as I walked past and I gave her a little wave. This time she didn't run off, but shook her head when I mimed taking a drink.

I left my boots outside and dropped the towel and shorts into the laundry basket, so when she came in, I was stark naked.