"I was the surprise girl." Did you find that exciting?" Actually, I did." And her?"She peeled my panties down, and off, and felt a naughty thrill, bei...g naked in my back yard, with a beautiful young woman, fully dressed-for now-disrobing me for all nature to see."Oh she was surprised all right. It was pretty hot." My turn," I said, eager to get her-my surprise girl--out of her clothes, and she smiled softly as I relieved her of her snug fitting dress, heels, and thong panties. I took a moment. She is cute, I mean just so darn cute."What cha doing mister?" she asks me in the little girl voice. I put her about five years old, maybe. I have heard that voice before, a long time ago, a life time ago. It almost makes me smile but it does not make me smile, it makes me sad, but she is a little girl and does not need to know my sadness. Her life is young and she will have sadness enough, soon enough."I'm feeding the ducks." I tell her."I like to feed the ducks," she says as if she has spent. I never threw myself at him, or fought for a look from him like the stupid little high school girls and cougar hunting moms do. No I acquired his attention by NOT seeking it. We are often the only 2 at work and he suddenly began to talk to me about everything. Stuff he read on the news, who he is texting and what about, what club he was hanging at that night; little things that really aren’t important but he talks to ME about. I dreamt and fantasized about him asking me out, but at the end of. She liked that she travelled over 2 hours on a bus, and with the vibrations, making the benwa tease her more, and then to have to endure the trip home again the same way, knowing it would be 2 weeks before she had another chance. She was so horny on the way home she would have masturbated on the bus if the chastity belt wasn't locked on.Although the 2 weeks were a hell of frustration at the time, as a memory, they were delightful. The more she stressed about her predicament, the more her clit.