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 Title: The Coffee Shop, Chapter 1
Codes: Mgg, Fgg, cons, rom, ped, oral

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   The Coffee Shop

   Chapter One

   My breathing was increasing visibly, and I was letting it.  I glanced at
my cup.  "Still at least half a cup," I thought, "maybe I should take it
slower," I mused, dreaming for a moment, in the moment of relative silence
that followed.

   "So you're having a party, huh,?" I asked the five year old, breaking
the silence, lest it become too long, and make it obvious it was time for
me to go.

   "Mhm, and all my friends from kindergarten are coming and it's gonna be
a pajama slumber party sleepover and Kristy has to stay all the way out of
my room the whole night long, cause Missy's gonna be the babysitter and she
said so," she boasted proudly.

   "It's not a 'pajama slumber party sleepover', dork," Kristy said, "it's
a slumber party, or a pajama party, or a sleepover, its not ALL those
things, Kimmy," she corrected smugly, now snatching at the little toy game
Kimmy was playing with, "and gimmee my toy back, too."

   Kimmy retracted her hand and toy quicker than Kristy's reach, holding it
out and away from her.  "Gimmee it now, Kimmy!," the older one demanded,
grabbing again, and causing the toy to fall to the ground under our table.

   "Misssssyyyy!," Kimmy squealed.

   "I'll get that," I said, seeing an opportunity, "I'll get it," and was
already ducking under the table as I heard Missy say, "now girls, settle
down, right this minute, or there're going to be serious problems, we are
in a restaurant, and not at home, so just settle down and behave."

   "Well it IS my toy, aunt Missy," I heard Kristy say, as I was looking
for it, under the table and at the same time noticing that Kimmy was
already also coming under to get it, apparently.  "Oh my god," I though,
looking up at Kimmy's small soft form trying to make her way under the
table, "fuck is that nice."

   To get under the table, Kimmy had turned in the seat and was coming down
legs first, backside toward me, and her little skirt had dragged on the
edge of the seat, pulling it up and exposing the cutest little round
bottom, tiny white print panties clinging to it's roundness and riding up
into her baby crack, letting the bare corners of her little butt cheeks
peek out at the corners.  I was not looking down for the toy anymore, but
was riveted to that little bum.  and I was totally melting and losing it,
too.

   "No, no, Kimmy," I heard Missy say now, "let Mark get it for you." the
little form and bum stopped for a moment.

   "Umm, actually," I said, catching a glimpse now of the toy, "it might be
better if she does come down, because I don't think I can reach it, because
it's actually under you guys' seat," I said, truthfully, my mind already
racing ahead to what the retrieval process would entail.

   "Okay, then, Kimmy, go down and get it, but don't drop it again," Missy
admonished.

   "Well, she MADE me drop it, anyway" Kimmy sassed.  Her little bum now
poked backward, oh so close to my face, and I tried to breathe in as deeply
as possible, hoping to catch a scent of those little baby panties.  Of
course, Kimmy was oblivious, and really wouldn't have cared anyway, I don't
think, about me seeing her little pantied bottom.  She turned now to me,
under the table, "kay, where is it,?" she questioned.

   "Oh, do you see it right under there," I said, letting my right hand
trail down her back and rest on the her little rump, "it's right under
Missy," I pointed with my left, and let other trail further down the soft
backside of her tiny thigh.  "Wow, that sure is soft," I thought.

   "Oh, okay, I see it, I can get that easy," she smiled.

   She got down on her knees, now, and the fabric of the little skirt fell
into the space between her baby cheeks, and she crawled forward the tiny
space it would take to allow her to reach the toy.  I glanced up,
momentarily, and was delighted to see that Kristy's overall shorts were
loose enough that I could see up them to the edge of her pantied little
pussy.  "Wow," I thought, "shiny panties on a girl her age, nice," I
dreamed, pondering the feel of her soft cunny edges under my finger and
through that silky fabric.

   Kimmy was forward enough now to reach the toy, her tiny butt pushed up
as she'd lowered her torso to reach the toy.  "I got it," she exclaimed, "I
got it now."

   "Ah yeah, cool," I said, trying to make up enough of a reason for me to
still be under the table, intimating I was "helping" with the process.  I
was watching my chance, though, backing back out now, and decided to just
risk it.

   "Well, I don't think we coulda got that back without little tiny you," I
said, my heart racing, and now reaching down resolutely with my left hand,
and cupping warmly the left side of her tiny pantied bottom, my pinky
finger nestled in the space between her darling little bum cheeks.  "Fuck,"
I breathed out in my head, "oh fuck is that nice," I thought, giving her
little cheek a gentle squeeze, "little girls are so good for doing so many
things," I allowed to escape my mouth.

   She moved back, just a fraction, against my hand and pinky finger,
before I heard her say, "oh wait, you broke a piece of it, Kristy!, now I
have to get that, tooooo," she whined, with a seemingly exaggerated disgust
at Kristy.  "Hold on," she said, but then to my surprise, instead of going
forward for this alleged piece, which I could not see, she looked back at
me, smiling, and pushed even harder against my hand, which was now
purposefully squeezing and stroking at the round softness of her little
kindergarten bottom.

   We were conspirators now, it appeared.  "Can you get it, honey," I said,
"because I can't see it at all," I spoke more truth.  I knew this had to
end, and sooner rather than later, but perhaps just one more moment.

   "Oh yeah, I can reach it," she said, spreading her little knees apart,
arching upward purposefully, and reaching back with her tiny left hand,
putting it over my hand, and holding and pulling my hand against her tiny
rump.

   She smiled so softly at me now, and began to grin, and I tickled at her
little baby bum hole with my pinky, pushing it against her little pucker,
looked softly in her young eyes, and silently mouthed the words, "I love
you, I love you so much, Kimmy," pausing, then adding, "already."

   It had been only so many seconds, but I knew we were about outta time,
and apparently, so did she, for next she said, surprising me and confirming
the precocious nature, which Missy had noted, "oh, no, actually you didn't
break it, Kristy, that's something else, I thought it was a part of your
toy, but it's not," she said, sitting aside the pen she'd found.

   "Oh, well, yay, then," I said, aiding and abetting the conspiracy with
glee, "cool."

   Kimmy got up now and moved to climb back out from under the table, and I
retracted myself as well, nearly breathless, my mind reeling from this most
unlikely of delectable encounters with a five-year old.  I so wanted more,
though, even just a little bit more.  I could see from her hands on the
edge of the table, that Kimmy was coming up frontways, opposite the way she
went down.  "Oh dang, my pen must've fallen out under there," I said,
patting my shirt pocket, "now just let me get that and we'll be set," I
said with false exasperation, and bent back under the table.  since I knew
exactly where the pen was I really didn't have to use my eyes to locate it,
and so instead was able to focus on Kimmy's little crotch, which had now
reached the edge of the seat cushion, and which was being exposed with the
help of her hand, holding up the front of her skirt.

   "Awwwwwwwwwwwwww, so fucking beautiful," I thought, little Kimmy's
cunny. Her cotton panties were buried in her slit, thanks to the action of
my hand earlier, and outlined her little mound perfectly, it's slit and
little lips pushing at the fabric of her tiny panties.  Just as I'd taken
this in, her tiny hand moved over and cupped herself, covering it up, and I
picked up the pen and sat back up.  "Got it," I said, meeting Kimmy's
gleeful eyes with mine.
   ...