Katie's little hands were on my breasts immediately. There wasn't a hint of shyness any more as she squeezed them (quite hard!) and lifted them to feel their weight. She let them fall to see what happened. She did this several times, clearly fascinated by how they moved.
My breasts held her attention totally for the moment, and I took the time to study her face from very close quarters.
The signs of sexual arousal on the face of a preteen girl are very subtle, but I had enough experience to recognise them. The look is one of total concentration more than anything else, but there was a growing pinkness in her cheeks. She licked her lips and swallowed several times - her mouth was clearly dry with excitement. I knew because mine was just as dry, for the same reason.
I congratulated myself on my own self control. I longed to strip the girl, drag her onto the bed and climb on top of her but it was important to let things develop at her pace. I knew that the pleasure to come would be so much more intense as a result.
Still holding my breasts, she looked up at me. Her face was very flushed now and her breathing had quickened noticeably.
"What do you want to do next, darlin'?" I asked, putting on my sexiest smile. "I'm all yours."
She tried to speak but only a dry whisper came out. Letting go my boobs, she looked down at my lap and back at me. It was fairly obvious where she wanted to go next.
I patted the bed beside me to indicate Katie should sit and watch. She pulled up her panties, which were still around her knees, and sat down. You won't be keeping those on much longer, I thought.
Standing up from the bed and turning my back on the girl, I let what was left of my sexiest dress drop to the floor in a heap. I slowly peeled off my panties to reveal my bottom. The panties clung messily to my wet crotch but Katie saw none of that. That garment dropped to the floor too.
Looking over my shoulder I winked at her. "What do you think?" I asked.
"Mummy showed me in the paper where you won 'rear of the year'," she said, finding her voice.
"That's right," I said with pride. "I got it two years running actually."
The award from a tabloid newspaper was just a joke really but the trophy, a pair of golden disembodied buttocks, had pride of place in my display cabinet at home. My famous behind also had at least two websites devoted to it.
"Would you like to give it a smack?" I asked. She looked hesitant.
"Go on, nice and hard," I urged. "I like it."
She took a backswing and delivered quite a wallop to my left buttock. It would have been audible in the room next door so I hoped her mother didn't think it was me spanking Katie.
"..and again" I instructed. "On the other side."
The next blow, delivered with her right hand, was harder still. My bottom was stinging nicely.
"Ow!" I cried theatrically, rubbing the place where she had slapped me. "You'll have to kiss it better now." I backed towards her and bent down slightly. Holding me by my thighs, she delivered some sweet kisses in the right place.
When she had finished I stepped out of my wet panties, placed my feet further apart and bent over completely until my long lair brushed the floor. I wobbled a little on my high heels.
I looked back at her, upside-down, between my legs. "What about this view?" I asked. I knew what she could see more or less, having placed the full-length mirror on its stand to one side of the bed. I've always thought my plump vulva looked pretty cool from behind, almost as though I was holding a peach between my thighs. This particular peach had a deep, wet gash in it.
Clearly she did like this view of my most private parts. She reached out to touch me there but before her little fingers touched wet pussy I straightened up and turned to face her again, both hands placed modestly over my genitals. I wanted to tease her a little. Bit by bit I opened my hands and showed her my cunt, front-view.
"I thought it would be hairy," she said, her eyes glued to my crotch.
"No, I like to keep it smooth," I explained. "It's much nicer to touch... or to kiss." I paused for effect. "..or to lick."
She looked up at my face at last. I stuck out my tongue at her and waggled it lasciviously. She giggled.
I stepped closer, my groin inches from her face. She put out her tongue and leaned towards me but I moved my hips back at the last second.
"Aren't I allowed?" she said sadly, looking up at me.
"Of course you are, " I reassured her. "But have a good look first."
With both hands I pulled apart my labia majora and showed her the wet inner parts. I have quite a large clitoris and it swells noticeably when I'm sexually aroused. Right now it was as big as I had ever seen it. I touched the little peak with the tip of my finger.
"This is Miss Clitty," I said. "She really likes being licked ... by little girls anyway."
I opened myself a little lower down, to reveal the vagina itself. "See how wet I am?" I put my fingers in my own goo and showed them to her. She nodded, fascinated.
I spread my fingers apart and fine threads of the sticky fluid hung between them. "Do you know what it's for?" I asked. She shook her head.
"It's quite natural," I explained. "It's there so little girls can put their fingers and other things right inside a woman without hurting her. And it keeps my pussy tasting nice." I suppose I was embellishing the truth just a little. I smeared a little of the secretion on her lips with my index finger. She licked her lips clean and smiled.
"I think it's time your mummy joined us," I said, walking over to the bedroom door. I unbolted it and and walked back into the lounge, naked. Katie's mother looked up with a worried expression.
"Everything's going just fine," I reassured her. "Katie and I just need a little help."
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