My Day At The Museum, Chapter Two
As we left the museum, Molly’s little hand clinging tightly to mine, the heat from the sun took us both by surprise. I knew my car would be like an oven until we got moving and let the breeze cool things off a little. I wasn’t one of the fortunate ones to have built in air conditioning and had to rely on rolling down all the windows to make the drive a little more comfortable. Molly didn’t seem to mind the heat that much until she plunked herself down on the car seat, exclaiming with a loud ‘ouch’ as the hot leather made contact with her tender young thighs. She promptly lifted her bum up and tried to pull her plaited school skirt down as far as she could underneath her to protect herself.
“Don’t worry sweetie,” I reassured her. “It will cool off quickly once we get going.” She smiled over at me and squirmed a bit more, sliding her hands underneath herself as she adjusted her skirt even more, tiny beads of perspiration now beginning to appear on her forehead as her glasses slipped down again to the tip of her nose.
“My knickers are sticking to me again, too” she whined, tugging the front of her skirt up as far as she could, but she was limited given that she was trying to keep the back of it tucked between her bum and my hot leather seat. As we pulled out of the museum car park I reached over to adjust a vent that would allow some air to at least blow down on her. “My tinkle still hurts, miss. It itches real bad,” she complained.
I snuck a quick look over and saw her rubbing herself again, trying to look down between her legs, but restrained a little by her seat belt. Eyes back on the road I tried to reassure her that it should feel better soon. After getting directions to her house, which I learned was not too far from my own, I tried to concentrate on my driving but was again distracted by Molly shuffling around in her seat once more. Another peek over at her caused me to gasp and then hit the brakes suddenly as I swerved to avoid a taxi that had pulled out in front of us from a side street. My little passenger had actually lifted her bum up from her seat again and was in the process of yanking down her knickers, which were now down below her knees.
“What are you doing, Molly?” I asked in alarm, willing myself to keep my eyes on the road ahead.
“I’m taking my knickers off, miss. So then the air from that vent can go right on my tinkle and maybe make it feel better,” she explained sweetly.
“But…” I spluttered, the vision of her plump cunny burning into my brain, “…you’d better put them back on again when we reach your house. Your mummy won’t like you walking in carrying your knickers, now will she?” She won’t think much of me either, I thought to myself, wondering how her mother would feel about a teacher, especially one from another school, escorting her daughter home at this time of day. I started to mentally prepare an explanation.
“But they’re all wet, miss,” Molly complained, dangling them almost in front of me. “See?”
“Put them down, Molly, right now,” I commanded her, hoping she’d get them lowered beneath the level of the car windows at least before some nosy parker noticed. I could just imagine the look on a pedestrian’s face seeing a little girl dangling her underwear in front of me as we stopped for a traffic light.
“Yes, miss,” she replied meekly, as she lowered them to her seat and looked down at herself again. “But I’m all wet down there now too, see miss?” I snuck another quick look and sure enough, her labia appeared to be wet and glistening in the sunshine gleaming in through the car window.
“That must be why my knickers are wet,” she added thoughtfully, touching herself in the same way she had been doing when I first spotted her in the museum. “And it’s all sticky, miss, see?” she announced, waving a wet finger in front of me. I swear I could smell her fragrant pussy on her fingers. “So I didn’t pee,” she explained, “even though I really do need to go, miss, I really do,” she added as an afterthought, once again squirming in her seat. What a little devil, I thought to myself, trying unsuccessfully to keep a smile from forming on my face.
Thankfully, we arrived at her house a few minutes later and I unbuckled her seat belt so that she could tug her knickers back up again. They were indeed wet, so wet in fact that I could almost see through them as they nestled tightly against her puffy pussy, indenting slightly between her lips.
“Pull down your skirt, Molly and let’s go tell your mummy why you are home so early. We hurried up to the front door and I rang the bell as the little girl scrunched her knees together, obviously needing to pee really badly, or at least making it appear that way. There was no answer. I rang again. Still nothing. Molly started to whimper but I began to wonder if the little devil had known all along that her mother wouldn’t be home.
Feeling I had been had, I told her somewhat sarcastically that her mother seemed to be out and asked her if she had a key. She shook her head, squirming even more frantically, squeezing both her hands between her legs and bending over slightly. I knew I had to do something or the poor girl would undoubtedly pee herself right there on the doorstep, so there was no alternative but to drive quickly over to my place, which luckily was nearby. We hurried back to the car and reached my house in record time, hoping against hope that she didn’t lose control on the way and mess up my car seat.
She managed to hold it until we arrived, however, whereupon I rushed her to the toilet where she quickly yanked down her knickers and hissed a powerful stream into the bowl, heaving a huge sigh of relief, smiling sweetly at me. I guess she did have to go after all. As she wiped herself she grimaced a little. “Oh, it stings, miss,” she moaned as she patted herself dry with toilet tissue.
“Let me take a look, sweetie,” I offered, kneeling down in front of her as she opened her thighs wider for me. Her knickers were still around her ankles, preventing her from spreading as much as I would have liked so I slipped her feet free of them, allowing me to examine her more closely. Her outer labia were very pronounced, looking almost swollen and slightly reddish, likely caused by her tight knickers and the constant rubbing she had been doing, both at the museum and in the car.
I reached for a soft washcloth and ran it under the hot tap, warming it to about body temperature. “I’m going to wipe you a little, sweetie, as long as you don’t mind, that is.” She nodded. “Let’s see if this helps you feel any better. Somehow I think you are just a little sore from rubbing yourself so much because of your tight knickers. But let me know if this hurts, okay?” She nodded again, jumping a little as the warm cloth made contact. I wiped carefully up and down her labia and then spread them slightly so that I could wash between them a little more carefully. She leaned down, watching attentively what I was doing, a slight smile forming on her pretty face when I looked up and asked her if it seemed to be helping.
“Yes, miss. It’s beginning to feel a little better. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome sweetie,” I replied as I continued to wipe her softly. After removing the cloth and inspecting again I could see her labia were still definitely red and swollen and I suspected that the little minx played with herself quite frequently and maybe even a little too enthusiastically. For a six year old, she certainly had a well developed pussy, her little clit seeming to protrude as it would in a girl twice her age. She sighed as my hand slid the washcloth over her nubbin and she reached down with her hands to grasp mine, holding it tightly against her as she squirmed a little on the toilet seat.
“That feels so nice, miss,” she whispered. “Just like when my sister washes me there like that.”
“How old is your sister?” I asked, suddenly realizing there was more to this story than I had initially thought.
“She’s fourteen, miss.” Now things were beginning to make a little more sense. Obviously big sister had been having some fun with little Miss Molly. I decided to investigate a little more.
“Does she wash you like this often?” I asked, wondering what else big sister did in addition to washing.
“Sometimes, when we bathe together,” she replied. “She likes to make sure I keep myself clean, miss.”
“And do you help keep her clean to?” I ventured, wondering what kind of response I would get. She giggled, and then licked her lips.
“Sometimes,” she murmured, looking shyly up at me. “She likes when I wash her cunny – that’s what she calls hers - for her. Says it makes her feel good. Sometimes I even wiggle my fingers around inside her to make sure she’s clean in there too, and she just loves that. And she tries to do the same for me, except it’s awful tight; not much room in my tinkle, she says,” she giggled. “See?” And much to my surprise she reached down and spread her lips showing me the inside of her little vagina which was, as she had indicated, very tiny, hymen still intact. But as she had previously indicated, she was wet, very wet, her tight, pink tunnel glistening with shiny juices.
“I can get the tip of my finger inside,” she said proudly, and demonstrated by crooking the first joint of her index finger and sliding it into her wet kitty. “See?” And she removed her finger and waved it around in front of my face. “Wanna lick it?” she asked, as I almost choked, staring at her in shock. “My sister loves to," she assured me. "Says it tastes yummy,” she giggled.
I couldn’t resist. The taste was earthy, creamy, but as her sister had claimed, definitely yummy.
“She even licks my tinkle sometimes,” she added, looking down at herself again. “An’ it really makes me feel nice and tingly,” she explained almost proudly, as if she knew what that tingly feeling was all about. And I’m sure her sister had educated her on that point, too. “You wanna try it, miss?”
Oh, the temptation of that invitation! Her little cunny was just inches away from my face, beckoning me to approach even closer. I could almost smell her fragrance reaching out to me as her fingers continued to spread herself as wide open as she could, waiting expectantly for me to bend lower and slip the tip of my tongue inside her, where the tip of her finger had recently explored - to slide up and down her sweet labia and swirl around that cute little nubbin peeking out at me where her lips joined just beneath her soft, puffy mound.
But something held me back. Perhaps it was the ease with which she had told me about her and her sister. Would she be just as explicit to her sister about this teacher who had driven her home from the museum when she wasn’t feeling well? I finally decided I wasn’t about to find out.
“No sweetie,” I smiled at her. “Let’s leave that just between you and your sister, okay?” And I reached down to her ankles and started to slide her damp undies up her legs, watching a sad pout spread over her pretty little face. “I think maybe we should take you home again and see if your mommy is back yet, don’t you?” And taking one last lingering look at her puffy pussy I stood her up and tugged her tight panties back over her cute bum as best as I could. Again, they slipped in between her labia and nestled there, somewhat uncomfortably for the little girl.
“You’d better take them off as soon as you get home, Molly. And ask your mommy to buy you some bigger ones,” I recommended to her. “You need to give your kitty room to grow,” I giggled.
She hugged me tightly to her, resting the side of her face against my tummy. “Thanks for making me feel better, miss. I love you,” she whispered. I stroked her hair and assured her that I loved her too.
I reached for her glasses and popped them back on for her. “There, now we are ready to go, sweetie,” I smiled, taking her hand and leading her back out of the front door to my car. Within no time we were once again ringing her doorbell. This time it was opened, and a pretty, teen girl with long red hair peered out questioningly at us.
“This is Miss Watson, Judy. She brought me home early from the museum because I was feeling poorly,” Molly quickly explained. And as the girl gave me the once over I realized this was obviously Molly’s sister. I smiled and explained I was a teacher at another school who happened to be at the museum, and that I knew Molly’s teacher and had offered to drive her home. To her credit, the little girl made no mention of us stopping by at my place when nobody had been home before.
Judy thanked me and tugged Molly inside. “Well, if you’re not feeling good I guess we’d better get you to bed right away,” she told Molly who looked back at me with a smile and actually winked as if to say to me ‘you know what’s going to happen now, don’t you?’.
And indeed I did. I quickly returned to my car and drove home, that familiar tingle between my legs growing more persistent and demanding as my left hand snuck up under my skirt to caress my dampening pussy through my panties.
“And you know what’s going to happen now, too, don’t you?” I thought to myself as I pulled into my driveway once more. In no time I found myself on my bed, fingers busy in my soaking cunt, visions of that wet little tinkle floating above my face, within licking distance. Oh, so close!
As I finally exploded, one thought kept going through my mind. “And I know where you live, you little angel.”
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