Charlotte’s never felt this, never imagined feeling this, someone else touching her, giving her the feeling stronger than she ever gave it to herself. But it’s happening. Her nipples tingle, they prickle, they ache with pleasure, and she finds her hand tangling in Megan’s curls, holding her there, pulling her closer. Megan does something with her tongue and Charlotte heaves and her bottom slips off the couch, and slowly, helplessly, they both slide down until Charlotte’s behind bumps against the carpet and Megan sort of falls on top of her, their legs tangled together between each other. They both giggle.
Megan meets Charlotte’s eye, watches the older girl’s reaction as she places firm, popping kisses all over her boobies. Charlotte’s eyes light up with each one, she’s breathing hard, her cheeks are bright pink, Megan can see her tongue when she smiles. She likes the feel of Charlotte’s body squirming a bit beneath her, trying to make more contact.
Charlotte runs her hands over Megan’s back, relishing the feel of her, then puts one hand on the back of her head and forces her back down onto the nipple. Megan fidgets a bit, and one of her thighs slips between Charlotte’s legs, the young girl’s firm flesh squishing up onto her hot, wet kitty. She lets out an “Ah!” at the surprising pleasure, and her hips rock upward into it, sending out a flare of gratification. She knows this is the touching, another kind of the delicious bad touching, only this time its Megan’s satiny leg doing it. Her hips start that rhythm they know so well. Megan’s so intent on mouthing her tender nipple, she doesn’t seem to notice what’s going on. Charlotte draws one of her knees up, feels her thigh sliding up along the inside of the girl’s legs until it bumps into her bare little kitty, and she’s surprised how slick and puffy it feels against her, how hot. Megan goes, “Mmph,” her mouth stops sucking, and Charlotte lifts a little more, putting pressure on the tender wet morsel between the little girl’s legs.
Charlotte untangles her hand from the girl’s hair and runs it down the smooth curve of her spine, coming to rest in the crease where the pert swell of her bottom meets her thigh. She pulls, putting more force, more sensation, against her own kitty, pulls in time with the rolling of her pelvis. Now Megan picks up on what’s happening down there, and flexes her own hips against Charlotte’s thigh, uncertainly at first, but as the sensations rush in she develops a rhythm of her own, thrusting against the older girl’s leg with increasing urgency.
They lay there for some time, writhing naked on the living room floor together with an animal eagerness. Charlotte grips the young girl tight, grinding her kitty against her, even though she’s overheating, sweat beginning to run along her back and making their bellies slippery. Megan is lost in her own pleasure, eyes shut tight, thrusting her hips mindlessly into Charlotte’s firm thigh, one hand clutching the older girl’s waist, her breath a series of happy grunts as she drools onto Charlotte’s breasts.
Charlotte pants and strains, but as she pushes her damp hair out of her face, she realizes it isn’t enough. This delicious pressure is maddening, exciting her more and more, but offering no hope of giving her the shock. And she needs the shock, she feels more wound up and naughty than she ever did in the closet, more than last night in the tub. Having Megan on her, against her, being as bad as her, feeling the same, wanting to feel the same. This was some kind of guilty, sensual paradise. And she needed the best feeling, the naughtiest feeling, right now.
She let go of Megan’s bottom, shifting to get access to her own sloppy kitty. “Unf, Megan. I have to – I have to touch it.”
Megan looks up, curls spilling heavily across her flushed face, her eyes plead as she gasps, “Touch me too. Please, touch me too. Please.”
The younger girl lifts up and Charlotte wriggles her arm between them, her fingers finally cupping Megan’s slippery kitty, as she poises her hand between her own sweaty legs. The two girls never lose eye contact, and when Charlotte’s hands start the touching, oh, oh yes, the wonderful perfect touching, they not only feel their bodies shiver together, they watch those same feelings wash over their faces. Megan’s eyebrows arch even as her eyes go drowsy, she licks her lips again and again, panting. Charlotte’s gaze intensifies with her pleasure, her eyes blazing as she nods, slowly and continually. Yes. YES.
As she finds their tenderest, most ready spots, she speeds up her fingers, racing over their kitties, electrifying them both. Charlotte moans and Megan sighs, “Uh-huh, uh-huh” as their tummies coil tight, Megan arching her back into her babysitter’s pleasuring hand.
Megan begins to tremble violently. Her eyes widen in alarm, “Oh Charlotte, ah, ah! It’s gonna, it’s gonna~” then her face turns bright pink, her eyes pinch shut and her mouth opens wide enough to scream, and her whole body clamps down on those playing fingers, bucking and spasming, forcing herself down until she’s practically sitting on Charlotte’s hand.
Watching Megan get the shock, feeling her little body writhe against hers, causes Charlotte’s own pleasure to suddenly spiral up and up, her body straining, going rigid, hand strumming fervently on her kitty, and then the shock gets her too, hugely, and she grabs Megan’s bottom and pulls the girl close, humping through the delightful convulsions against her, loving the sensation of the weight of her soft, sweaty body, hot sleek flash pressed together. The sounds that get wrung from her are almost like sobs.
Gradually, they both come to rest, Megan drooping onto the older girl’s steamy body, breathless, while Charlotte’s arms fall limply to her sides, her eyes rolled shut in bliss. They are still for a few moments, little moans of contentment escaping them. The sweat begins to cool, Charlotte absently kisses Megan’s shoulder for a bit, then her head drops back.
Then Megan begins to giggle.
It’s a deep, throaty giggle, her whole body shakes with it. Charlotte lifts her head and props it on one hand, her blue eyes amused but quizzical. Megan opens hers, and they are sparkling with joy.
“Oh, Charlotte. That felt so pretty. I don’t care if it’s naughty. So pretty. It’s my private place, and I say you can touch me like that every time you come over. I want you to. Mmm,” and she nuzzles into the softness of Charlotte’s breast.
It’s Charlotte’s turn to giggle, “You’re bad like me,” she says, “You’re so naughty.” Then they giggle in turn, the tickling sensation of one girl’s laughing body setting the other one off, back and forth.
Sitting up with a start, Charlotte realizes it’s dark outside now. “What time is it?!”
Megan, twists to look at the wall clock. “Oh! It’s almost ten!”
Charlotte begins disentangling herself from Megan, and they woozily get to their feet. “Come on, pick up your clothes. We gotta get you in bed.”
“Ew, no. I’m all sweaty and gross. I need a bath.”
“There isn’t enough time. If your mom comes home and you’re not in bed, she might not let me come back.”
“I can take a shower. I’ll be really fast.”
“Do you think so?”
“Yeah,” Megan’s gathered up her clothes and holds them against her body, but instead of taking them to her room, she just stands there. Charlotte sits in the couch, one leg crooked in the air, ready to get back into her panties. “What, Megan?”
“Come take a shower with me,” she grins. “You’re all sweaty too.”
Charlotte looks doubtful, but the panties don’t get any closer to going back on.
“It’ll feel good to get all soapy. We can help each other.”
And just like that, the wet swollen feeling is back in her kitty, the naughty excitement rising like they hadn’t done anything yet. Charlotte laughs in spite of herself. “You’re so bad,” she says, dropping her panties back on the couch.
Megan blushes. “It feels so pretty though. Come on.”
“Get your clothes to your room. I’ll start the water.”
The shower is steamy and cleansing and as wonderful as Megan promised, but in no time their hands are wandering all over each other’s slippery smooth warm wet bodies, and they’re so excited that even though Charlotte tries to keep track of time, there’s no turning back for either of them.
Charlotte kneels down under the stream, so Megan bends a little as they kiss and soap each other. Megan focuses almost entirely on Charlotte’s breasts, which feels so good it’s hard to breathe, but Charlotte soaps the younger girl all over, and in the end Megan’s arm is around Charlotte’s shoulder, and the older girl spreads lather all over Megan’s tummy and chest with one hand, while the other is behind and beneath and between her legs, fingers diddling her soapy kitty, while her thumb rests in the tight groove of her bottom.
Megan squats down a little, rocking her hips against Charlotte’s hand, breathing deep, her face blissful. Her eyelids open halfway and she looks dreamily at her babysitter. “I like it when you touch my butthole.” Charlotte doesn’t know why this causes her stomach to flutter, but she moves to comply, the pad of her thumb rubbing the wrinkled, sensitive flesh of Megan’s most private spot. Megan responds be arching her back, lifting her bottom into the pleasure Charlotte’s giving her.
Charlotte matches the motion of the girl’s hips, only firmer, forcing more out of each thrust, and Megan’s excitement grows. Charlotte recognizes that giving the feeling and the touching to Megan is as satisfying as having it herself, and she relishes as the 8-year-old abandons herself to the naughty delights in her kitty and her bottom, grunting and moaning as her pelvis flexes harder, grinds down, legs trembling, and then she throws back her head and her wet curls as the shock takes her, harder than the first time, Charlotte feels the contractions in the hand that strokes Megan’s belly, around the thumb in the crease of her bottom. Megan clings to Charlotte as she loosens, unwinds, gradually comes back to herself. She nuzzles Charlotte’s neck and Charlotte strokes her gently, all the while feeling her own urgency.
She shuts off the water, and as Megan watches, she sits on the edge of the tub facing her and parts her sleek legs, showing the young girl all of her kitty, the cute pink spot that she’d once looked at in the bathroom mirror, until all the trouble started.
Megan is clearly fascinated, and to have her kitty studied so closely gives her a feeling that’s almost like touching. Charlotte’s excitement emboldens her, she puts one hand on her knee, spreading herself wider, and with the other she strokes her own breast, sending tingles and waves through her. Her hips roll a little, on their own. She looks steadily at Megan.
She hears herself say, “Will you touch it for me?”
Seemingly mesmerized, Megan immediately moves forward, her hands taking Charlotte’s thighs, sliding up, her eyebrows climbing in amazement as she gets closer and closer. Charlotte’s trembling with anticipation.
Then, with a gust of nervous giggles, Megan shies away, backing against the tile wall, pushing her hands between her knees. With an apologetic smile she says, “I can’t.”
Charlotte doesn’t feel any real disappointment, only the need, the blood singing in her ears. Caring about the time has vanished. She slips her own hands up her thighs until they both come to rest on her aching kitty. “Just watch me then. Watch me do it.”
Megan whispers, “Okay.”
She starts the touching again, the pleasure teasing and warm at first, then settling deeper, taking hold, filling her up. She’s never done it with her legs spread so wide, and she finds surprising sensations as her fingers play over her sensitive kitty, pressing and stroking and rubbing. But the strongest sensation is what she gets from Megan watching her, curious and aroused and utterly absorbed by what she’s seeing. Her hands seem to move absently, touching her mouth, stroking her tummy.
Megan’s voice is shaky, “Are you getting the pretty feeling?”
This is also new. “Uh-huh. Oh, it’s so – so pretty, when I touch my kitty.”
“You wanna touch your kitty a lot, huh?”
“Yeah. Mm. I’m not supposed to, but I do it too. I’m, uhn, I’m naughty like you.”
Megan’s hand is drifting down her belly, lower, lower. “I like how you’re naughty.”
“You like watching me?”
The little girl nods. “I can see how it makes you feel pretty, when you do it.”
“I like you watching. I feel, ah, uhn, extra naughty.” It’s almost impossible to speak now, the pleasure’s filled her up, and is still growing. Her knees shake in the air.
Megan touches her own kitty now, and Charlotte watches the wave of pleasure move up through her body, rocking it gently forward. She gingerly mirrors Charlotte, squeezing, stroking.
“Yeah, Megan. You can touch yourself too.”
“It’s nice. Do you like watching me?”
“Oh, oh yes.” Her stomach and her hips are both beginning to buck, she’s finding it hard to perch on the tub, uses one hand to steady yourself.
“The feeling’s coming, isn’t it Charlotte?”
“Uuuhhhn, ooo, yes.”
Megan’s hand is busier between her legs, but all her attention is on Charlotte. “I wanna see you get the pretty feeling. I like it when you do.”
Then Megan kind of goes out of focus and she overflows and the shock comes and she’s out of control still stroking her kitty and it comes harder, and Megan’s still rubbing herself as Charlotte slides off the edge of the tub and back into the basin, shuddering, humping her own hand, making heaving sighs.
Her eyes flutter open as she recovers, her body relaxing and starting to feel chilly. She sees Megan still lightly touching herself, intrigued by the feelings she’s getting from it. The girl grins down at Charlotte. Charlotte pulls her fingers out from between her own legs and, watching Megan steadily, lifts them to her mouth and sucks on them, tasting her own kitty. It’s bad and wonderful and she can’t believe she’s showing Megan how naughty she is.
Not missing a beat, Megan removes her fingers from her kitty, lifts them up, and after a brief sniff, sticks them into her mouth, going “Mmm,” when she tastes herself for the first time.
Charlotte gets unsteadily to her feet. Megan offers a hand in support.
“Let’s get you dried off and into bed. And hurry up, there’s only ten minutes left till your mom comes home.”
In reply, Megan wraps her arms around the older girl’s waist, squeezes her tight. “Oh, Charlotte. That was all so pretty. Thank you!”
Charlotte pulls a towel from the rod and gently begins drying Megan’s hair. And as the girl lets her go, allowing herself to be toweled innocently by her babysitter, Charlotte smiles lopsidedly. “Yeah, it really was. Pretty,” and something very light, light as a butterfly, climbs from her heart right into her head.
Continue on to Chapter 6
made me cum, again.
I guess it did excite you!
Comments like these make me so happy, I love the thought that my naughty imagination turns other people on, too. Thanks!
Wow! so freaking good!…
Had to be “naughty during the shower scene, just couldn’t contain “the feeling”!
And this paragraph as they began their exploration was awesome:
“…Watching Megan get the shock, feeling her little body writhe against hers, causes Charlotte’s own pleasure to rise up and up, her body straining, going rigid, hand strumming fervently on her kitty, and then the shock gets her too, hugely, and she grabs Megan’s bottom and pulls the girl close, humping through the delightful convulsions against her, loving the sensation of the weight of her soft, sweaty body, hot sleek flesh pressed together. The sounds that get wrung from her are almost like sobs.”
Mmm,delicious!
And to quote Megan as she helps Charlotte get up from the tub and wraps her arms around her: “Oh Charlotte. That was all so pretty. Thank You.”
On to chapter six…with heart racing!
E,T&A
I’ve said it before and I will say it again this story is too good to just be abandoned like this i think that it could use an adopter