Date: Tue, 6 Mar 2001 06:46:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ladder

My name is Elizabeth, but my friends call me Liz.  My farm isn't big,
as farms go.  I only have 30 acres, where I have a modest house and
make a bit of money by keeping other people's horses in the small barn.
But fortunately, the back of my place is up against Algonquin Park, a
few hundred square miles where it is ideal to exercise the horses.

Things were going fine, until about a month ago when I got a phone call
from my sister who lives in the big city.  She said her 12-year-old
daughter had grown up watching movies like "Black Beauty", and was in
love with the idea of horses.  Could Cari come to visit me for a few
weeks, to find out if she loved horses enough to shovel the shit out of
their stalls?  Of course I couldn't say no to my sister, so we arranged
for Cari to come for a visit.

I had never seen Cari before, and when she arrived at the local
Greyhound stop, I couldn't believe my eyes.  Her soft pale-brown hair
glowed in the sunlight, which was outshone only by her smile.  We
tossed her stuff in the back of my pick-up truck, and headed toward the
farm.  As she sat beside me, wearing a typical city-girl pleated
mini-skirt instead of more practical jeans, her knees drifted apart.  I
couldn't help but keep watching her out of the corner of my eye, as I
tried to keep watching the road.

As we drove, I explained to Cari that the horse barn had developed a
small leak in the roof, so the first item of business would be to get
up there and fix it.  She seemed anxious to convince me that she was
ready to tackle any job on a horse farm, and when we got there she
bounced out of the truck, and asked me how to get up on the barn roof.
I showed her where to find a tall ladder, and she helped to get it up
against the barn eaves.  She eagerly swarmed up the ladder, but paused
at the top, unsure of her ability to move around on the steep roof.

As I followed Cari up the ladder, I noticed her totally inadequate
shoes, her white knee-socks, the creamy flesh of her slim thighs, her
tight white cotton panties under her swaying skirt.  I stopped climbing
the ladder, exactly four rungs below her, with my face inches from the
back of her knees.  May the Goddess forgive me, but I couldn't resist
pressing my lips against her soft thighs.

The girl froze, as I slowly licked my way up the backs of her thighs.
I reached up, and easily undid the button at the waistband of her
mini-skirt, then lowered the zipper at the side of it.  The skirt fell
before my eyes, cumming to rest on the rung of the ladder where the
girl stood.  There was Cari's sweet bum, just above my eyes.  I stepped
up one rung of the ladder, bringing my face even with the cotton cloth
covering her ass.  I reached out to slide my thumbs under the sides of
those panties, and pushed up, hard.  The cloth was stretched, almost
turning the little-girl panties into a thong, sliding up the crack of
her ass, and exposing the pristine globes of her virgin ass.  How could
I resist pressing my lips against such soft, inviting flesh?

Slowly, I licked up and down the pristine white cotton as I pulled
Cari's little-girl panties tight up against her crotch.
_________

Dearest Reader, should I change direction and pull Cari's panties down,
rather than up?  This story is also posted to my Yahoo group called
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/lesbian_snapshots
I created the yahoo mailing list when I started writing stories with
photo illustrations, since Nifty can't handle pictures.  Please feel
free to join, and enjoy.