Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Madison by Demonhead Copyright(C) 2021 by Demonhead Chapter 1 She walked out of her house on a sunny afternoon and reached her arms to the sky to begin her stretching. Her sports bra pulled up slightly on her tight stomach. She grabbed her right ankle and pulled her leg up behind her, feeling the stretch in her strong quads. Her legs were tan and smooth but very powerful, allowing her to excel on her high school track team despite being only a freshman. She finished the right leg and stretched the left. Barry Jones walked his puppy down the sidewalk and noticed Madison walk out of her house. That little girl was going to drive him insane. They were not that cute when he was young. He watched her brown ponytail bounce as she hopped down the steps. When did this happen? He had watched her grow up for the last ten years and she was always sweet and cute but when did she start to blossom? Her boobs seem to get bigger each day, today covered in the tight black top. They looked so nice and perky, calling to him. He watched her reach up and he caught his breath. Then she started stretching her legs. Those legs, he sighed. They were wrapped in yoga pants today, but he really liked the days she wore shorts. It was nice to see the yoga pants as nothing was left to the imagination but something about seeing those young thighs in the flesh got his motor running. "Good morning, Mr. Jones." He heard the perky voice. "Good morning, Madison." He responded. "Hey, Roscoe, how are you?" he watched her squat down and rub on his little terrier. Damn dog doesn't know how good he has it as he watched her small fingers run through the hair and squeeze the small face. Roscoe loved the young girl, she smelled sweet and her hands were soft. He moved closer to her as she ran her hands all over him. "Going for a run?" Barry tried to clear his mind. "Yeah, I have to get ready for the meet in two weeks." Madison responded and looked up at her neighbor. He looked down at that cute face, the smooth skin and the perfect teeth. She was going to be the death of him. He smiled and tried to slow down his heart rate before he collapsed in her front yard. "I am sure you will do fine, you always do." He said. "Thank you, Mr. Jones. This will be a tough one, this is only my first year on the team and there will be some older kids running and some of them are really good." She said, looking up at him and still petting Roscoe. Fuck, he forgot she was only in the 9th grade. God Dammit, when he was in the 9th grade all the girls were either fatties or just skin and bones. This little one looked like a compact beauty queen. He smiled at her again as he stared at her perky chest in that tight sports bra. "Come on Roscoe, let's get going and let Madison get to work." He pulled the leash a little. She stood up and smiled at him and then turned toward the street. "See you Mr. Jones. Have a great day!" She said as she started to run. He watched her tight little ass as she jogged away. His old cock lurched a little. He started again on his walk as Roscoe sniffed the grass. Madison ran down the street and turned towards the park. She waved to more neighbors as she passed them. She liked running in the park, the grass was easier on her legs than the concrete and coach said it was better training since the cross-country races were mostly on grass. She thought of Mr. Jones as she hit the grass. He was sweet, and his puppy was so cute. He and his wife had been their neighbors for as long as she could remember. They were here when her family moved into this neighborhood when she was 3. Her mom was still around then, and she remembered the first few years were great. That was until her mom started to disappear. Madison felt the old anger rise and she started to sprint. Henry looked closer at the website, trying to find the status of his application. Corporate sales, finally one that was closer to his skill set. He needed to do something, his current job sucked, and he was out of town way too much. He hated to leave Madison alone, but she kept telling him she was fine and not to worry but she was only 14. Thank God she was a good kid and she had grown up so quickly since her Mom left. His heart broke again when he thought of her, he shook his head to clear his thoughts. He needed to pull himself up, he had been in such a funk for so long. Maybe this job would be the thing that pulled them out of the financial dumps. He clicked another page to continue his search. Madison ran back up the street, her pretty face and tight body now covered in sweat. She had made the 5 miles easily and she felt great. Her endurance was getting better and she felt excitement when she thought of the upcoming meet. It would be fun to run against the older kids and even more fun if she could beat a few of them. She slowed as she got closer to her house, allowing herself to cool down. She waved to Mr. Jones as she passed his house. He was on his porch swing. He and his wife used to sit out there every night until she passed two years ago. Madison thought it was cute that he still sat out there. Barry Jones watched Madison return from her run. Was it possible that she was even cuter with sweat all over her? Yep, very possible, and very true. He saw her glisten with the moisture as she stretched in her front yard. He was mesmerized as she pulled that young body around in various poses. God, she was pretty he thought, and his eyes were drawn to the little butt wrapped in tight black cloth as she walked slowly up her steps. "Daddy, what are we doing for dinner?" Madison said loudly as she let the screen door slam behind her. She walked into the kitchen and saw her Dad looking closely at his laptop screen, oblivious to her. She walked up and ran her hand in front of his face. "Hey, sweetheart, have a nice run?" Henry said and leaned back in his chair. "Yeah, it was great, I did 5 miles and it was easy." She said as she walked to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water. Henry watched his young daughter grab a bottle of water and lift it to drink deeply. She reminded him so much of his wife, when did she grow up? Oh yeah, must have been when her Mom ran off with the plumber. He frowned as she finished her drink and looked at him. Her face was covered in sweat and damp hair and her cheeks were flushed. "So, what's the dinner plan?" She said, wiping her arm across her mouth. "Plan, there's no plan." Henry said in his best British accent. Madison laughed, and her face lit up. Henry remembered how pretty her mother was when she laughed. "How about we order a pizza? I have some homework to finish before school tomorrow." She said and plopped down on the kitchen chair next to him. "I am good with that. I have to finish checking on this application and then I will order it." He said. Madison jumped up and looked at the laptop screen. "What is it, something good?" She said. "Yeah, might be. We will see." He responded, trying to inject hope in his voice. "Good for you Daddy, I am sure you will find something awesome." She said and stood up next to him. He wrapped his arm around her waist and hugged her. Her little body was so tight and firm, she worked hard at her running and he was very proud of her. "Ooh, I am so sweaty, I am going to get you all gross." She said and pulled away. Henry smelled his arm and made a pained face. Her laugh lit up the room again and she hit him on the arm. "I am going to take a shower and then finish my homework." Madison said and walked away. Henry looked back at his computer screen and continued checking out the corporate website. Madison closed the bathroom door and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, the ponytail scattered and almost gone. Her cheeks were flushed with color, and her skin was still glistening with moisture. She pulled her sports bra off and tossed it in the hamper. She rubbed her chest and tummy and looked at her boobs. They were growing quickly lately but they were still not as big as some of the other girls. They were now pretty much a handful and she grabbed them and squeezed. The boys at school were starting to look more but that made her feel a little weird. They had been looking at her butt for a couple of years now. She thought it was incredibly rude to just stare. She pulled her yoga pants off and then her small pink panties. Both were soaked with sweat, she tossed them in the hamper and reached to turn on the hot water. She looked back and saw her butt in the mirror. She kinda knew why the guys stared at it as she liked the way it seemed to pop out at the top of her legs. She stepped into the warm water. Henry found the application and noticed there were interviews beginning this coming week. He looked over at his email and sure enough there was a note from the company. He had an interview on Tuesday morning. He was stoked, and he leaned back and let his mind fantasize about all the things he could buy with that salary. He closed his eyes and dreamt of a big house and a fancy car. He cleared his head and returned to reality. I guess he should pay off the credit cards before getting the fancy car. He got up and started looking for the pizza menu. Madison walked out of the bathroom, her hair wet and dripping over the towel wrapped around her body. She entered her room and the late afternoon sunshine hit her as she stepped towards the window. It felt nice and warm, she held the curtains open for a second before she closed them completely. She grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt and dropped the towel. Mr. Jones caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and looked over. The sun was shining bright, but it looked like a spotlight on the window across from him. He hadn't gone into this room very often in the last couple of years. This was his wife's craft room and he had rarely ventured in when she was working. Right now, he was looking right across as he saw the curtains open for a second and then close in the room next door. Was that Madison's room? Did he just see her in a towel? Oh, shit! He shook his head and walked out of the room. He was such a perv, he tried to clear the horrible thoughts of that young girl that were flying across his mind. Madison grabbed her books and scampered down the stairs. Her dad was on the phone and she plopped on the couch to start reading her social studies. He walked into the kitchen and she heard him ordering wings along with the pizza. Sweet! She loved wings, and the hotter the better. She pulled her legs up and balanced her book on her thighs. She needed to focus. The doorbell rang, and Madison looked around, her dad must be in the bathroom. She got off the couch and walked to the door. She opened it and the pizza delivery guy was there. She smiled and reached out for the box. She noticed the guy's eyes move to her chest as she pulled the box against her stomach. She did not look down, but she knew something was going on by the look in his eyes. He was an older guy and he was smiling a lot. He reached out and put the bag of wings on top of the box. She thanked him and closed the door. Holy fuck, that was a hottie. Carl slid back into his car and grabbed his cock. She was young, but he would bend her over and fuck her in a heartbeat. He loved this job when stuff like that happened. Her little boobs were popping right out of that t-shirt and those legs were killer. He would have to memorize that for use later this evening. He looked at his phone and started to the next address. "Dad, pizza is here!" Madison shouted as she walked into the kitchen. Henry left the bathroom and followed the sweet smell into the kitchen. Madison was laying out the plates and she filled the glasses with ice. "What do you want to drink?" She asked as she went to the cupboard. "Coke will be fine, sweetie." He answered. She grabbed the bottle and filled the glasses. The pizza smelt great. "So, Dad, find anything on the new job?" She asked before she took a large bite of pizza. "Yes, I have an interview on Tuesday morning." He said. "Yay, that is great. Are you excited?" She mumbled through pizza. "Yes, this one would be incredible if I can land it. The salary is way better than anything we have had since..." He stopped mid-sentence and then reached for his glass to break the silence. Madison looked at her Dad and felt so sorry for him. Her Mom destroyed him when she left. He had been miserable for a long time. He lost his job shortly after and hadn't found anything that was even close since. She knew they were not doing very well financially, she didn't know the details, but she heard the conversations and saw some of the bills. She hoped with all her heart that this latest interview would work out. She would do anything she could to help him, she just wished she knew what. "You will be awesome Dad! Just be yourself and they will be blown away." She said excitedly. Henry looked at his young daughter and he was incredibly proud of her. She was so energetic and happy. He wondered how she did it, she was only 12 when her Mom left two years ago but that is old enough to know exactly what happened. She had to be affected but she did a good job of hiding it or she had figured out how to come to terms with it. "Thank you, sweetie, I will try to blow them away." He answered with a small smile. She burst out laughing at her Dad's funny smile. He loved it when she laughed. The alarm blasted through the quiet morning air and Madison reached out to hit the snooze button. Nine more minutes, paradise. She rolled out of bed and stood up. The sun was starting to shine through her window, she loved the morning sun. She walked over to the window and looked at the wonderful sunrise, she stretched her arms high into the air, feeling the air flow into her lungs. Barry felt a little weird, but he almost fell out of his chair when she stuck her arms in the air, her little shirt pulling up and showing off that tight stomach. Just a few more inches but she lowered her arms and turned around. He lowered the binoculars and took a deep breath, what a perv, he thought. His cock argued with him as he felt it harden. He stood and walked out of the room, tight pants and all. "Good morning, Daddy!" He looked up to see his pretty daughter bounce off the stairs. She was wearing a cute black frilly skirt and a yellow sleeveless top. Her brown hair was pulled into a ponytail and her sneakers completed the schoolgirl look. "What time is your interview tomorrow?" Madison said as she filled her glass with milk. Henry shook his head as he realized he was thinking about when he met his wife for the first time. She was 15 and looked a lot like the little girl standing in his kitchen. "It is at 2:00 tomorrow afternoon. Not sure how long it will be. Will you be alright?" He said, knowing the answer. "Daddy, you know better than that, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Anyway, tomorrow I have practice with the varsity team so I will be a little later, probably closer to 5:30 or 6:00." Madison said and walked over to her father. She ruffled his hair and kissed him on the forehead. "You are so funny, daddy. I can't wait to hear all about it. I will start dinner tomorrow night in case you are late." She said. "Thank you, sweetheart, what time will you be home today?" he said. "Probably around 3:30, we have a short practice today, coach has a meeting or something." Madison said. "Ok, I will be home around 5:00 today." Henry said. "Cool, see you then, I have to get going." Madison said and grabbed her book bag. He watched her walk to the front door and wave to him, the screen door slamming behind her. He felt a warm feeling run through his heart; she was such a great kid. He finished his breakfast and got up to go to his horrible job, but maybe for not much longer. Barry sat in his porch swing and watched her walk down her steps and towards the sidewalk. She turned towards his house. He marveled at her pretty legs, accented by the short black skirt. "Good morning, Mr. Jones." Madison said and waved at him. "Good morning, Madison." He said. Roscoe jumped off the swing and ran down the steps. The young girl was there again, he ran up to her, his little tail flying around. "Good morning, Roscoe." Madison said and knelt to pet the little dog. Roscoe rubbed against her leg while his owner focused on her young thighs as her skirt slid up slightly as she knelt. Mr. Jones got out of the swing and walked down his steps. He could almost see right up her skirt, his eyes burned as he tried to look up. He heard her laugh and saw Roscoe jump up. She caught him, but she fell back a little. Mr. Jones saw the flash of green and the strong thighs surrounding it. He felt his heart jump. "Roscoe, leave Madison alone so she can go to school, you silly dog." He said as he leaned over and picked him up, his eyes soaking in the pretty green lace between the young girl's legs. "It's ok, Mr. Jones. I have plenty of time and he is so cute." Madison stood and straightened out her skirt. "You have a good day sweetheart." Mr. Jones said. "Thank you, you too." She said and turned to walk away. Her little butt filled out the back of the skirt nicely and he could visualize the green lace that was wrapped around it. He walked back to his porch, a little compromised by his rock-hard erection. Damn that girl. Madison walked through the school hallway, so glad the last class was over. She loved school, she had a great group of friends and her classes were easy. 9th grade was cake so far and there was only a couple of months left. She pushed open the door to the locker room and a couple of girls were getting ready for practice. She opened her locker and put in her book bag. She unzipped the bag and pulled out her bag of workout clothes. She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it out of her skirt. She hung it in her locker and slipped out of her bra. She pulled on the gray sports bra and the t-shirt. Her skirt hit the floor and she flipped it up with her foot. She hung it in her locker and then slipped off her green panties. Her workout shorts were tight, and she didn't need any underwear with them. She walked out of the dressing room and ran to the field. Practice was short but tough, she felt coach tried to cram all their work into an hour. She was breathing hard and covered in sweat as she walked slowly to her locker. She stripped her sweaty clothes off, grabbed a towel and walked into the shower. There were a few girls already in there, she always marveled at the different shapes and sizes of her teammates. Sheila had actual boobs, she watched her soap them up and then how they fell when she let them go. Her own boobs did not fall yet when she soaped them up. She noticed Emma had thick hair between her legs, she didn't have near that much yet, she felt the soft smoothness as she rubbed her soapy hand across her pussy. Samantha was a lot like her, smaller boobs and very little hair between her legs. Her legs and butt were like hers too, in fact, if not for Sam's blonde hair they would almost be twins. Maybe that was why they were best friends. Madison smiled at her cute friend, turned off the water and grabbed her towel. She slipped on her panties and skirt. She felt the heat still coming off her body as she put on her shirt and buttoned it up. Her wet hair hung over the front of the shirt, getting it a little wet. She pulled out her book bag and noticed her bra on the bottom of her locker. Damn, she grabbed it and stuffed it in her bag. She didn't need it for the walk home. Her walk home was long as she talked with Samantha. She said goodbye and turned to walk down her street. Five blocks to go, she thought and then she heard the thunder. She looked up and saw the dark clouds. Crap, she picked up her pace. She got two blocks from home and the skies opened. The rain came down in buckets and despite her trying to hurry she was drenched within a couple of minutes. She shivered as she felt the cold rain sink into her skin. Barry loved the weather, especially these harsh rainstorms. He loved sitting on his porch watching the rain pour down. He thought the day couldn't get any better until he saw Madison walking quickly down the sidewalk. The poor girl looked like a drowned rat. Her hair was hanging down in strings and her clothes were soaked. Her skirt was sticking to her legs and her yellow shirt was pasted to her chest. He blinked a couple of times but yes, he was not seeing things. The shirt was wrapped around those nice boobs and her nipples were rock hard little points poking through the smooth material of her soaked yellow shirt. Holy shit! He watched her walk up to her house and onto her porch. She didn't even wave, the poor thing looked miserable. He watched her try to open her door and then dig through her bag. She looked frustrated and then threw her bag down and looked over at him. She walked down the stairs and across her yard towards his house. She walked up the stairs to his porch and stopped in front of him, the water dripping off her small body. Her hair was drenched and hung over her shoulders, her shirt was pretty much transparent and her stiff little nipples were yelling at him. "Mr. Jones, I can't find my house key. I must have left it at home." She whimpered. "Sweetheart, I am so sorry. I don't have your spare key; I gave it back to your dad about a month ago. He said he needed it for an inspector or something." He said, and he saw her shoulders slump. "I don't know what to do, I can't get in the house and I am soaked." She said, wrapping her arms across her chest and her voice trailing into a sob. He felt his heart break and he stood up quickly. He wrapped his arms around the small girl and hugged her tight. He could feel her shivering. "It's ok sweetie, you can stay here until your dad gets home. I will make some hot chocolate and get you a warm blanket." Barry said. "Are you sure?" she said and looked up at him. He looked down at the cute face with wet hair stuck all over it. "Don't be silly. Let's get you warmed up." He said, pulled back, and grabbed her chilly little hand. He pulled her slowly through the front door and he felt the blast of cold air from the house and saw her wrap her arms around herself and start to shake. "Honey, I am so sorry, I will turn down the air." He said. "It's ok, I am fine." She said with chattering teeth. He laughed. "Sure, you are. Come on." He said and led her towards the bathroom. "Go in there and dry off, there are towels in the cabinet." He said and opened the bathroom door. He closed it as he heard her continue to thank him. Madison grabbed a towel and started to dry her hair. She was so cold; her clothes were like ice on her shivering body. She slipped her shirt off and dried off her chest, it was warmer already. She sat on the toilet and slipped off her sneakers and socks, they were drenched. Her feet already looked a little shriveled. She stood and loosened her skirt and let it fall. She slipped her panties off and dried the rest of her body. She felt so much better. She grabbed her wet clothes and hung them over the shower rod. The water started dripping off them immediately. Barry pulled the mugs of hot water out of the microwave and started to stir the chocolate into them. He was looking down and thinking of how cute Madison was when she was soaked to the skin. He smiled and then his eyes caught movement and then his breath caught in his chest. He was looking at two pretty feet with pink polish on ten perfect little toes. His eyes moved up slowly and saw a cute knee and then tight smooth thighs until he saw white terrycloth at the very top of those wonderful thighs. "Mr. Jones, I hope you don't mind, my clothes were so wet, and I was so cold. I hung them over the shower." He heard the sweet voice and then looked at her face. Her hair was still a little wet and laying across two perfect shoulders. The towel was wrapped just under the swell of her breasts, creating a nice taste of cleavage. She was smiling at him and he realized he was staring. He turned back to the mugs of hot chocolate. He picked one up and handed it to her. "Oh, thank you so much. It is so warm; it feels great to just hold it." She said and held it against her chest. "I don't mind at all; drink your chocolate and I will throw your stuff in the dryer." He said as he walked past her, trying to not just wrap his arms around her. "Mr. Jones, you don't have to do that." She said. "Don't be silly, it is nothing." He said. He walked into the bathroom and saw her clothes hanging over the rail of the shower. The yellow shirt, the black skirt, and there they are, the green lace panties. He pulled those down first and put them next to his cheek. They had a sweet smell to them; he was not surprised. He gathered the rest of the wet clothes and wrapped them in a towel. He walked into his room and fished one of his T-shirts out of his dresser. He walked out of his room and he heard giggling. He rounded the corner and saw on the floor playing with Roscoe. Roscoe was jumping on her and licking any skin he could get to, she was laughing and pushing him away. He saw more of those amazing thighs as the towel tried desperately to stay on her little body. She looked up at him and smiled. He tossed her the T-shirt. "Thanks." She said, catching it as Roscoe jumped on her chest, knocking her on her back. He marveled at the lovely site of her bare legs coming out of the towel as his dog sat on her chest and licked her pretty face. He loved the sound of that giggle as he walked into the laundry room and started putting her clothes into the dryer. "Here you go, you might as well throw this in as well." She said and he turned to see her holding out the wet towel. The T-shirt was way too big for her, the neckline was hanging well off her left shoulder, he could see most of her upper arm and the swell of her breast. God Damn this girl, she would look cute in a bunch of old rags. She smiled as he took the towel and tossed it in with her stuff. She turned and ran back into the living room and jumped on the couch, scaring Roscoe. He yelped and jumped onto the floor. She giggled and crawled off the couch towards Roscoe. The small dog hopped and wagged his tail. Mr. Jones watched closely as his old T-shirt slid all over the tight young body. He saw her thighs again as she crawled, and the back of the shirt was barely hanging off her cute butt. Roscoe watched the girl crawl towards him. He lowered his upper body as his tail rocketed back and forth. He jumped as she reached out and he jetted under her. She squealed and turned as he jumped up on her chest, knocking her back. He licked the exposed skin of her upper chest and then her cheek, she squealed again and grabbed him, holding him to her chest. The small dog took a deep breath and relaxed. He loved the smell of his friend. Barry walked back into the kitchen and got his mug of chocolate. He went into the living room and sat in his favorite chair and watched his favorite neighbor play with his favorite dog wearing what was now his favorite shirt. He survived the wrestling match between her and Roscoe, focusing on his chocolate and thinking of baseball. She finally crawled up on the couch, curled those wonderful legs under her and grabbed her chocolate drink. She took a drink. "This is so good, thank you so much." She said. "No problem, it's my specialty." He said and smiled. She giggled and he wondered if had ever heard a more wonderful sound. "You know, you should call your dad to let him know where you are." Mr. Jones said. "Oh crap, you're right. Can I borrow your phone? Mine is in my bag, which is still on my porch." She said. "Certainly." He answered and tossed it to her. She barely had time to put her drink down and caught the phone. She heard the ringing and then her dad's voice. "Hi honey, what's up?" Henry said. "I forgot my key, so I am at Mr. Jones' house. He made hot chocolate." She answered. "Ok, I will be home around 5:30 or so. Will you be alright?" Henry said. "Yes, daddy, I can work on my homework until you get back." She answered in her sweet voice. "Ok honey, see you soon, and tell Mr. Jones thank you for me." Henry said. "Will do daddy, goodbye." She said and hung up the phone. "Daddy says to thank you for taking care of me." She said to him. He smiled and thought he should be thanking Henry for making such a beautiful creature and then allowing her to sit in his house wearing only his old T-shirt. "Not a problem sweetheart. You are welcome anytime." He said. "Now I have to figure out how to get my bookbag, I think I left it on my porch." She said with a pout on her little mouth. "I can go get it; I have an umbrella." He said. "No way, I will go, you should not have to go out in this. It was my fault for leaving it over there." She said. He started to argue but she jumped up and walked to the door, grabbing the umbrella next to the door. She walked out onto the porch, Mr. Jones following. It was still pouring, and the wind was blowing. "Madison, you don't have to do that, let's wait a little and see if it lets up." He said, looking at her in his T-shirt holding the umbrella, looking cute as fuck. "Mr. Jones, it's only water. I will be fine." She said and stepped off the porch. He watched her walk slowly down the porch steps, holding the umbrella close to her chest. The wind was whipping, and he was worried it would pick her up and blow her away. She walked slowly across his front yard, her bare feet squishing on the wet ground. He heard a huge gust of wind and the umbrella flipped inside out, a shrill scream coming from her. She started to run and scrambled up onto her porch. He saw her breathing heavy and holding the ruined umbrella. She looked so sad and then he noticed the T-shirt was pretty wet already, it was pasted to that cute body. Her young chest was basically framed for him again and his cock responded immediately. His eyes went down her body and his cock almost exploded as he saw the shirt was pasted to her thighs. She took a deep breath and grabbed her backpack. She stepped off the porch and started to run across the yard. He watched her scramble onto his porch and stand in front of him. "See, easy peasy. Sorry about your umbrella." She said and held out his destroyed umbrella. He looked at her and tried to calm his heart. She was soaked again but this time wearing one of his t-shirts. The shirt was hanging off her left shoulder still, but it was so wet he could basically see her little boobs. Her nipples were stiff again and poking easily out of the thin shirt. He could not stop his eyes from looking down her body and seeing the shirt also pasted to her tummy, hips and legs. He pulled his eyes back up and looked her in the eyes. "Sweetheart, you are soaked again. Aren't you freezing?" he said. "Yeah, a little but oh well, guess it is my day to get wet." She said and held out her arms, causing the shirt to pull up and show more of her perfect thighs. "Yes, I guess it is. Ok, let's get you inside and out of those wet clothes again." He said and tried not to cum in his pants. She turned and walked to the door. He could not keep his eyes from staring at her perfect little butt, showcased nicely by the wet shirt. Madison felt a little weird wearing only the soaking wet shirt. She knew her boobs were pretty obvious, and Mr. Jones was definitely staring at them. Did he think she was pretty? He was really old, but it did feel nice to see how happy he was when he looked at her. She stepped into his house and was pretty sure her neighbor was looking at her butt as she felt the wet shirt sticking to it. "What do I do? I don't want to drip all over your floor." She said and looked back at him with a pout. "As you said, it is only water, don't worry about it. Drop your backpack and go to the bathroom, you know where the towels are." He said, still staring at the cutest ass he had ever seen this close. "I certainly do." She said with a giggle. She dropped the backpack and scurried through the living room. He picked up her backpack and carried it into the house. He checked the dryer, and her clothes were actually dry, so he pulled them out. He carried them to the bathroom and froze when he approached the door. The door was not closed completely and through the small crack he could see her standing in front of the mirror, drying her hair with a towel. What he could not stop watching was her perky boobs bouncing on her chest as she whipped the towel around. They were larger than he thought but they stuck out prominently with very little sag if any. Her nipples were small and pink and still stiff. His eyes moved down and saw her wonderful thighs and then that perfect butt, albeit from the side. She pulled the towel down and turned away from him and there it was. He was staring at that marvelous ass in all its glory, nothing left to the imagination. It was round and firm and sat perfectly atop those magical legs. He stepped back and took a deep breath. He cleared his throat. "Madison, your clothes are dry. You can put them back on if you would like." He said. He heard some scuffling and them she opened the door, wrapped again in a white towel. "Thank you so much, Mr. Jones. I am so sorry I have been such a problem for you today." She said with a small smile and reached for her clothes. He handed them over to her and chuckled at the thought that what she was to him today was nothing at all like a problem. He smiled at her as she closed the door. He walked stiffly into the kitchen to get some cold water, maybe to pour it over his head. Madison closed the door and her heart was racing. She had never felt like this before and she wondered what was going on. She did not realize the door was not closed completely. He had to have seen her, the crack in the door was plenty big enough and she thought she felt his presence a few seconds before he spoke. Her body tingled with excitement and she struggled to calm down as she put on her clothes. She took a deep breath and chuckled as she thought how silly she was to think someone as old as Mr. Jones would think of her that way. "Mr. Jones, I am so sorry I have now soaked more of your stuff." He heard and looked up to see her standing, holding the white towel wrapped in a ball, most likely holding his old T-shirt. "Sweetheart, you know you are not a problem, that is what neighbors are for." He said and took the towel from her. He dropped it in the laundry room and returned to the living room. She was sitting cross-legged on the couch with a book on her lap and digging in her bag. Again, his eyes were drawn to those amazing legs and the small glimpse of green between them. "I need to work on my homework, is that ok?" She said with a smile. "I don't know, there hasn't been any homework in this house for quite a while, not sure if it is even possible." He said with a serious expression and then he heard her sweet laughter again. "You are silly just like my daddy." She said with a giggle and then looked back down at her book. Barry sat in his chair and tried not to stare at her as she sat on his couch and worked on her stuff. Her bare feet were so cute like the rest of her and his eyes moved again up her legs and ending at the edge of her skirt as it blocked his view of paradise. He closed his eyes and his imagination had no issue creating the vision of those green lace panties. Barry was ripped out of his fantasy by the doorbell. He jumped up before she could see his tight pants. He opened the door to see Henry standing there. He motioned for him to come in and he stepped aside to let him enter. He heard the squeal and saw the blur of yellow and black as Madison jumped into her dad's arms. "Daddy, I am so glad you are home, I must have forgotten my key so I couldn't get in the house and I was soaked by the rain, Mr. Jones let me come in and gave me a shirt and then I got soaked again when I went to get my backpack and then my clothes were dry and then I did all my homework." She said all in one breath. Henry and Barry both chuckled at the stream of consciousness they both just witnessed. Madison looked at them and smiled shyly, realizing she was talking awfully fast. "Barry, thank you so much for taking care of my little girl, I hope she wasn't too much trouble." Henry said. "No problem, she is a treat and Roscoe loves the company." Mr. Jones said and thought about how much he also enjoyed the company. "Ok, honey, you ready to go? We have to whip something up for dinner." Henry said. "Yep, daddy, I am ready." She responded and started packing up her backpack. "Barry, thank you again and I need to get that spare key back to you just in case." Henry said and reached out his hand. Mr. Jones nodded and shook Henry's hand. Madison picked up her backpack and bent over to pet Roscoe one more time. Barry tried not to stare at her ass as she bent over. The little dog wagged his tail and started licking her leg again. She giggled and then stood up and walked over to her neighbor. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight. He tried hard to ignore them, but her perky boobs rubbed against his belly. "Thank you so much Mr. Jones." Madison said and released him, smiling up at him. He watched her cute butt sashay out the door. He walked onto the porch and watched them walk across his yard. He walked back into his house, sat in his favorite chair, and pulled his old throbbing cock out of his pants. He stroked it a couple of times and then watched a massive pulse of cum shoot out and land on his leg. He leaned back and wondered how he was going to survive Madison. Madison laid in bed that night, wearing her regular t-shirt and panties to sleep. The lights were all out and the house was quiet. She wondered what happened today. Why did she feel excited when Mr. Jones looked at her body? She thought he had seen her boobs, he had to, the door was open, and he was in the hall. She slid her hand down her body and into her panties. She touched herself only for a second and then whimpered through an orgasm. She rolled over and fell asleep quickly.