Tight Black Shorts
A tale from a shadow box by M8R1X (Mg solo exhi voy oral anal) [REV 12 Jul 22]
There was always a fascination that I harboured about strange and curious objects. It mattered not whether they were paintings, sculptures, masks or even furniture. They needed to be unique, and bizarre in some form to tickle my penchant. Not just something mysterious from another era, but a creation patterned from the artisan's slanted and possibly twisted mind.
While I browsed through, what I would call rubbish shops, every so often I found something I couldn’t live without; for a ridiculously low sum of money. Sometimes, I would visit a travelling fair, which was within a reasonable distance. The carnies who hosted such things set up booths, with boxes filled with cast away articles, they probably found in a rubbish bin, or blatantly pilfered while unattended. They tended to be negotiable since their wares had little worth, and I've found treasures for pennies.
It was during a visit to one of these fairs, that I found an exceptionally intriguing wooden box that was filled with numerous strange and wonderful objects. They seemed to be glad to get rid of it for the fiver I offered and I made a hasty return to my place to gloat over the discovery. The thing that caught my immediate attention, was what appeared to be something like a late Russian icon reproduction housed within a shadow box. It couldn't be all that old, and was hollow. Using a small implement of destruction, the back fell away and I found a sheaf of papers within. They contained the type written story I have transcribed in the following:
It was on a mizzly grey, and somewhat wretched Saturday, that I thought I would have a light dinner and pint at the Inn. Everyone else seemed to have the same notion, and I had to wedge my way in by force to seize my favourite chair before someone pinched it, again. While I tried to catch up with the news on my tablet, a little shadow flitted in and out of my peripheral vision and when I looked up, a strikingly beautiful dark skinned girl, of about nine, came into view. Then disappeared in a puff like a ghost.
What caught my immediate interest was she appeared to wear only panties under a short top. Black, skintight panties that left nothing of her beautiful bubble butt and split to the imagination. The sheer and flowing little top barely reached her little tummy button. I quickly forgot the news and my eyes roved for another gander. Maybe she would flit by me again and I could have a better look. Then, I caught sight of her as she fluttered around several people that were standing and chatting over their tumblers. Two much smaller girls, tread on her heals. They seemed to be annoying little sisters that she wanted to rid herself from, but they were so different I wondered if they were even related. The smaller girls wore jeans and baggy shirts, and were scruffy little urchins. Certainly not as exotic as their olive skinned sister.
My dark little beauty kept her face buried in the screen of her mobile, and her sisters fought for a turn with the device. It took several passes for me to learn that it wasn't panties she wore, but skintight, Lycra like, micro shorts that fitted her like a layer of skin. The little bird looked like a kiddy slut pinup model in the flesh, and quickly got mister willy's attention.
After watching and listening for awhile, I gathered that she waited with her mum and sisters for the arrival of some party. Then, on one of her incursions near me, she glanced up from her mobile and fixed her brilliant green eyes, then gave me a sly little smile before she looked back into the screen and fled again.
I was struck with her and she simply stunned me with the exotic air she exuded. There were not many young girls that really caught my attention like she had. My mind was consumed, and I was infatuated with that dark vision of little girl beauty and desperate to catch another glimpse of her.
You can't imagine the joy that ran through my heart when she sat down in an armchair not fifteen feet away. As is the habit of some immodest young girls, she pulled her feet up on the seat cushion with her legs akimbo. My eyes popped from my head and things got a little stiff down below. But, she just sat there, with a mischievous little smile, while she entertained herself with her mobile. She didn't look straight at me, but I could see her glance from the corner of her sparkling eyes. I didn't believe the smile across her seductive little lips was due to what she saw on the screen, but she was secretly watching me also.
Sod it, the perspective was all wrong. I needed to study the fascinating creature in much more detail, but she was not facing me. From my angle I could see a nice portion of her chubby hip which was a much lighter in complexion than her dark olive toned leg. But I was dying to see her gusset, literally dying and was not rewarded anywhere I could comfortably move. So, I had to content myself on the area I could see and pick out what bits and bobs I could, and moved moved my chair around quite a bit. Sadly, the lighting was so low that I couldn't make out much detail from the distance.
Evidently, the tight shorts were uncomfortable. She squirmed and I watched them creep up her thighs and crawl down her hips; millimeter by tantalizing millimeter. Her finger toyed around the leg band, but didn't pull it over the exposed areas. It exposed more of her hip and thighs. I tried not to be obvious, but I'm sure she could feel the heat of my stare as my eyes pressed into her flesh. If only it was my tongue and not my eyes that pressed.
She swung her legs open and closed to some unknown rhythm, and more and more of her hip become exposed as her shorts kept up the downward movement. It was lovely, and quite maddening, the way the tight fabric slowly dragged over her bum cheeks and even more skin was revealed, but I couldn't quite see it. I wish I could pluck up the courage to race over, fall to my knees and beg, "Please, please, please let me kneel between your legs so I can see more of you," but did it silently.
She must have heard my thoughts the way she jumped from the chair and turned. My heart stopped for an instant when she gave me a brief glimpse of her bottom crack before she pulled the shorts up. She stood there for a moment and plucked the fabric from between her cheeks, before spotting the vacant chair beside me.
Then she flitted over and pushed a cord into the wall. "Oh," I thought, "My prayers are answered." But it was only my eyes that caressed her podgy little pussy, which was not five feet away now. My breath caught, and I stopped breathing when she sat down, planted her feet on the cushion and spread her legs.
"Fuck me," I thought as I held my gaping mouth closed, oh, oh but then I noticed how tight and sheer her shorts really were. They were translucent and sank so deep into her cunt crack, I could see the colour of her skin and every little wrinkle. In the centre of it all, was a prominent, fleshy bulge that I swear throbbed. Not only that, but mouth watering expanses of her olive bum cheeks were now staring me in the eye, and I knew I could make out her little arse pucker pushing up between them. It was definitely a show, but I wouldn't say it was deliberate, just yet.
She swayed her legs like a hypnotist's pendulum and I became entranced by the little pussy that opened and closed before my eyes. A bomb could have burst under my chair and I would not have noticed anything but the way the gusset continued to sink deeper and deeper into her split. Then, I almost shot down the leg of my trousers when she reached down to her crotch and rubbed, then tucked a finger under a tight leg band and smoothed the seam. Both of my hands flew down to my knob as I tried to keep it from tearing a hole in my trousers. This was quite uncomfortable for me, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.
Then, a crooked little smile crossed her lips because she knew of my predicament, and I asked myself, "Does the tart know how much power she wields over me at this moment?" In retrospect, I believe she did.
One of her sisters, who was about seven, pushed her way over and whined while she grabbed for the mobile. My girl was none too happy, and pushed her sister away by the forehead, and she quickly ran to mum to verbalize her displeasure.
So, mum, who looked like a right slapper with a nose stud and tatoos, called out in a shrill and grating voice, "Asia, what are you up to now?"
She answered, "I'm watching a movie and charging my phone."
Then mum wheedled her, "Let your sister watch before I snatch the flippin' thing from you and smack your arse with it."
Asia tutted, then with a deadly scowl, tossed a few blazing daggers from her eyes, and muttered under her breath, "Bitch."
Reluctantly, she budged over in her seat and let her sister squeeze in. The unexpected consequence of her move was the shorts pulled over a bum cheek that was quite unhindered by panties; I was sure of it now. No seams, no lines, and a wonderful high definition view of her pouting little cuntlet through the fabric, with a bum cheek and a thoroughly delicious fat cunny lip exposed. I reflexively tightened my hand around my throbbing cock head to keep the welling sperm contained and sincerely hoped to undetected, except maybe by the girl. She looked directly at my grasping hand and giggled.
After a few minutes of watching the video, little sister became bored, jumped up from her seat and ran off. I must thank the little girl. When Asia reclaimed the seat cushion, she sank back with her crotch pointed in my direction and let her legs fall apart. This pulled the elastic leg opening over her exposed lip and rucked it up into her split. I groaned so loud she heard me. That’s when I decided on a quick pull in the toilets before I left gooey mess down my trouser leg.
The little minx knew exactly what her show did to me. She locked her piercing green eyes into mine, she hooked a finger under the errant leg band and ran it through her slit. She watched my eyes follow her finger, then suddenly stood, unplugged her mobile and patted her crotch. She gave me a naughty smirk before she walked away and left me gutted. My balls, though, felt like they were going to burst any second. So, I held my tablet in front of me so nobody would spot the bulge and made a mad dash to the toilets.
There was no sign of my little girlfriend, or her mum and sisters along the way, so I expected their party had arrived and they had left. When I reach the toilets, I crashed through the door and latched it behind me. My trousers were around my ankles before I discovered I was not alone. Asia was seated on the bowl, with her tiny shorts on floor, while a finger briskly whisked her clit. I went into shock and my heart stopped at the instant. Then sanity told me I should make a quick departure before someone discovered us, with our pants down.
The girl wasn't distressed in the least and when she saw me tug my trousers up, she pleaded in a strained but melodic voice, "Don't leave."
Against the better judgment of my upper head, I allowed my lower one to convince me to stay. Then grasped myself through my pants while my trousers fell back to my feet. A dreamy look crossed her face while her body trembled in orgasm and I almost blew my nuts as I watched.
She squinted her glassed over eyes a little, and told me, "Let me see you. I need another one."
I told her, "Asia, I want to help you but we can't stay here. What if your mum comes looking for you? Things will be very bad for me if she finds us in here."
"We have time. Mum won't look for me for a while. She's outside chatting with her muckers. Please, show it to me and help me with another one."
I was completely disarmed, totally brainless and lost, while I lowered my pants and sank between her legs. Her green eyes lit up and she smiled while I dragged a finger through her wet trench, then took a whiff before I sucked it into mouth. The girl groaned in way that I believed she had another orgasm while she watched me.
When I ran my finger through her groove again, she leaned back into the cistern, planted her feet on the seat and whimpered, "Use your tongue."
There’s nothing like having it fresh from the pie, so I buried my face between her legs and devoured her little pussy. Not only that, but I ravish her little puckered arse and slurped her pool of juice until it was dry before I latched onto her fat clit. I sucked it into my mouth and lashed it to an inch of dear life.
She ground her pussy into my mouth and chanted, "Yes... yes... yes... just there, that’s it, just do it..." then shook as the waves of pleasure cascaded through her body and choked off any words.
My heart stopped when I heard the loud thump on the door and a raspy, stentorian voice clamored, "Asia, you in there? Have you fallen in?"
Visions of Old Bill escorting me away in shackles flashed through my head, then Asia shouted, "Stop it mum. I had to go and there's no bog roll. Give me a tick."
Asia pulled her shorts on, but it was more like she sprayed them on. Then she gave me a melting, wet kiss, and I pulled her hips to my face for one last whiff of her gusset. It was wild, and earthy and heavenly and I wanted to tear them off of her and stuff them in my pocket, but she pulled my mouth to her and kissed me again, saying, "Don't leave. I'll be right back."
She busted out the door and I quickly latched it. My chest heaved out of control and my heart threatened to burst from my chest and I was convinced my balls would burst if I didn’t relieve them soon.
So, I leaned into the door and had just taken a good grip on myself when I heard a scratch, and a girl's voice plead, "It's Asia. Let me in."
I hid behind the door and unlatched it then she rushed in and bolted it. Then, I pulled her against me and rubbed myself against her. She begged, "Do it for me. I want to watch."
Then I grasped her hand, cupped it around my cock and used her hand to wank myself. With my hand down the back of her shorts and fingers buried in her crack, I informed her, "It won't be long."
A half dozen strokes later, just as I squeezed my finger into her tight little pucker, I groaned and spilled my seed into her palm. With my finger buried in her bottom, the strong little sphincter pulsed and nibbled on it. Then she scowled at the gooey stuff I had left in her palm. So, I helped her scrub it off and clean up a bit. We had taken so long, it's a wonder nobody had beaten down the door. The chance encounter was wonderful, but now I was filled with remorse, because I knew I would never see her again.
She reached down, peeled her shorts off and handed them to me, then slipped on the tiny skirt she had with her. We embraced for hot and lingering goodbye kiss, then she pointed between her legs and said, "Now kiss me there."
Instantly, I dropped to my knees, and gave her pud one last kiss, which was not enough. Then I pushed her over the basin, pulled her legs apart and slurped my tongue from her clit to her bum hole before she pushed me away.
She gave me a peck on the lips, pressed something soft into my hand and said, “Thank you,” as she slipped through the door.
I opened my hand and saw that she had left me her shorts, so I lifted them to my nose and silently thanked her for not only leaving me with enough wank material for life. Realistically, I needed to act right away and take the week off of work so I could masturbate to the scent before it left the fabric.
The End