The ball-girl with the cute bottom

The girl was slim and her jeans were tight and showed off what was the cutest little bottom I’ve ever seen.

I can’t wait to write this down while all the details are fresh in my mind!

Last night I went to a football match. I usually arrange my visits to “town A” to coincide with their football team’s home games and I’ve become a bit of a fan. Arriving a few minutes before kick-off, I found a good place to watch, in the front row. As the two football teams came out, another team was running out and taking their positions round the pitch. The ball-boys and a couple of ball-girls. All looked about the same age so I assumed it was a youth team squad, about 13 to 14 years old. But one was a bit smaller than the others, a girl who found her position right in front of me. Each of the squad has a ball and if the match ball comes off the pitch, the nearest one throws his or her ball to a nearby player and goes off to get the match ball and take it back to their position. Very simple and efficient, it keeps the game flowing.

They all wore jeans and a club kit top. The girl was slim and her jeans were tight and showed off what was the cutest little bottom I’ve ever seen. The boy nearest to her was quite a bit taller than her but they seemed to be friends, if the play was at the other end of the pitch they’d move closer together and talk. I wondered if he fancied her and had the pleasure of getting his hands round her tempting bum-cheeks. As the game went on, they have to stand in position the whole game, and from time to time the girl would move around, little jumps, kicks, dances, all showing off the lovely shape of her bottom. In the second half team A in blue were attacking the far end and a goal up but the red visiting team were really on top and most of the play was at our end. So, as I watched the reds attacking, I’m hoping they don’t score, and the sexy cute bottom was in view all the time. At the end of the game the blues broke away and scored again so won 2-0 which was good. The game was over, the teams and ball-boys and girls ran in and I left the ground.

This morning I walked in the town and a park close to the town centre. In the park I saw a girl walking towards me. She’s wearing jeans and, it has to be, it’s her!

I hadn’t really see her face close up last night, but she’s really cute and pretty. Not just a sexy bum! Go on, say something to her, nothing to loose!

“Excuse me, young lady. I’m sure it’s you, you were a ball-girl at the football last night?”

“Yes, I was there, that’s right.”

“You were right in front of me, I was watching in the front row. I thought you looked younger than the rest of the group but I suppose you’re all the same age.”

“I’m the youngest because I was born on new year’s eve, if I was a day younger I’d be the oldest in the younger group, the U12s, but we’re the U13s although at this time of year most are 13 now. I’m the youngest, the smallest, the only girl in my class who doesn’t have periods, or isn’t starting to get breasts. Most of the girls have real tits and pubic hair and I’ve nothing at all.”

“I shouldn’t tell you, but I can’t resist it. I can see today how cute and pretty you are, but last night I just thought that you’ve got the cutest little bottom I’ve ever seen.”

“Thanks for the complements. I had comments about my bottom before. What would you like to do with my cute little bottom?”

“I couldn’t tell you that, it’s X-rated!”

“It’s OK, I’m a big girl now, you can tell me.”

“I’d like to hold you, pulling you close to me, with a hand round each of your lovely bum cheeks, feeling your lovely firm bum and your lovely soft smooth skin, gently rubbing you and hoping it’s turning you on as much as it’s turning me on. And maybe you’ll turn your face up and look into my eyes and I’ll give you a kiss.”

“It sounds nice. But, if you’re feeling my skin, what happened to my jeans?”

“We could start with your jeans on, but then perhaps I’d put my hands inside them, or perhaps you’d take them off.”

“You’re right, it is getting X-rated. My jeans are off already! Does it end with us having sex?”

“I’d love that, but I think you’re too young.”

“I’m not too young, I’m twelve now and I had sex when I was ten. Just once. And I’m ready to do it again.”

“I thought the boy you were talking to last night probably fancies you, was it with him?”

“No, it wasn’t a boy, it was a man, I can’t tell you who. Yes, Jimmy likes me. He’s nice, I like him too but I’m not going to go out with any boys at school.”

“So, if you’re ready for sex but not with a boy, am I in with a chance?”

Her lovely young face was looking straight into mine. “Maybe. We can’t do anything here, though, in the park. Even just talking to each other like we are, someone who knows me might see and start talking about us and my parents find out.”

“We can go to my van, it’s in the car park nearby.”

“OK, you walk to the van. I’ll watch and then follow you.”

So off I go. After a while I look back and she’s watching. I turn a corner towards the van, walk a bit and stop to look back. She turns the corner, she’s following me. Oh my god, she means what she says!

I’m in the van and the passenger side door’s unlocked. In she gets.

“I can’t believe this is happening. I’m Dave, what’s your name, Miss Beautiful?”

“I’m Morgane, it’s a French name, my mum’s French. I’ll get in the back, in the van and no-one can see me. You can drive to a quiet spot out of town.”

So, that’s what happened. We’re parked in a country lane, and we’re in the van with the light on. It’s big enough to stand up in and she’s standing in front of me, looking at me as if to say, “Go on, do it then.”

So my hands go round her jeans and each hand holds a bum cheek. The shape’s perfect, it feels perfect, I pull her towards me. She looks up and, of course, I kiss her. She knows how to respond, her kiss is heavenly.

I’m still caressing her bum through her jeans and I wonder if I’ll be able to get my hands inside them, they’re so tight. I try putting my right hand inside, I can’t. Morgane unfastens the top button and that makes room for my right hand to go inside the jeans and her panties and I can hold her left bum cheek. But no room for the left hand. Morgane unfastens another button and now both hands are fondling her skin. I couldn’t have imagined anything so exciting, how can a young girl’s bottom be so sexy? I can tell by her breathing and the way she’s holding my waist that she’s enjoying it too.

She’s loosened the top of her jeans and now I can pull them down to her knees. She’s wearing little blue panties and, my god, they look wet between the legs.

“Morgane, you’re so hot, your panties are soaking.”

“I know, I’ve never been so turned on. Don’t stop, we need all our clothes off, but we can take our time.”

She took her jeans right off and looked at me again. On top she had a loose jacket and I helped her to remove it, below that a tee-shirt. No sign of shape from breasts but perhaps the two little lumps I see are made by her nipples. I lift the tee-shirt up and her nipples are lovely, bigger than I expected, dark currants with round brown areolas. I have to kiss them, they’re wonderful and as I do, the currants get harder and bigger as my mouth meets them. Again, how can a young girl be so exciting?

She pulled the tee-shirt over her head and stood there in her socks and little wet blue panties.

I pulled them down to her knees, revealing a little hairless coin-slot between her legs.

Morgane finished removing her panties. I had a mattress in the van and we lay on it. My hand went to the wet mound between her legs, found the coin-slot crack and a finger slipped between her pussy lips. I took it out, put it to my mouth and tasted her sweet wetness.

“Morgane, I can’t believe this.”

“Don’t stop, I’m loving it all, I want more. Give my little pussy everything, she needs stroking and getting ready for whatever we can do together.”

My face was as close as it could be to her pussy and she reached down and spread her lips so I could admire everything, the juicy dark lips around the pink crack and the tiny hole, above that the little knob of her clit. I kissed them, sucked them, rubbed the clit and she was moaning with pleasure. My index finger poked inside the hole, slowly then gently but faster and the thumb of my other hand massaged her clit. She was squealing.

I said “Quieter, someone might hear!” but she went on squealing and her orgasm juice soaked my hands. My mouth took over again and I sucked her pussy and clit, her orgasm continued and it was as good for me as cumming myself. I’ve never given a girl so much pleasure and got so much pleasure from doing that.

She said “I’m naked, I want you naked too. Take everything off except your underpants, I want to take those off myself.”

I did that. Then knelt above her and she reached up and pulled my underpants down. My dick sprung out and she held it.

“You’re wet too.” She rubbed and the foreskin went back and my bell-end was out. “I love that.” She said as she was wanking and sucking me.

“No more, it’s wonderful but I’ll cum.”

Go on, nothing to loose!

I was on top in the missionary position and she helped to guide my dick into her waiting honey-hole. The tightness was unbelievable, wet heaven, I thrust right into her, we were coupled up to my balls one second and the next I was almost out before thrusting in again. My hands were again round her bum cheeks and I felt her hands round mine in the same way. We found a slower rhythm and blissfully I managed to last about five minutes before I could hold on no longer and filled her pussy with spurt after spurt of cum. Ecstasy.

We were relaxing and cuddling when Morgane reached for her jeans, took a phone out of the pocket and pointed it at my dick, soft now.

“Hey, you can’t do that.” I said.

“It’s a close up, it’s just a dick, it could be anyone’s. Only I know it’s yours. Here, you take my pussy with it, no-one sees my phone except me.”

She gave me the phone and was lying back. She opened her legs wide. Her pussy was a wet, tight slit and she spread her lips to show her cream-pie hole with my spunk leaking out. A nice short video for her to watch later but I still wasn’t too sure it was a good idea!

“I want us to meet again tomorrow and do a video of us having sex.” This girl is really something but, again, I’m not too sure. “We can look at it afterwards and delete anything that might show who we are.”

So, she gets her way. She’s perfect, I can’t say no.

This week, school’s afternoons only, mornings cancelled for a teachers’ strike. So for Morgane, it’s sex in the morning and school in the afternoon. Some twelve year old girl!

We’ll meet tomorrow at ten in the same car park. All just because I saw her cute bottom at the football match.

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