"Ahhhh what an adorable child," I remember thinking out loud as I stood just across the street from the Paramount Elementary School that balmy, overcast day.
Watching quietly without calling attention to myself, she didn't notice me as she sat alone on the bench waiting for her bus. Something about the little girl captivated my soul, inspiring a second look and a glimpse of white panties between her slender preteen legs. Fine, smooth skin, the likes of which a 'pedo' like me gets off on, lined the insides of her sweet, tender thighs, inviting my lustful stare as I licked my lips with wishful thinking, and a ridiculous idea that could land a guy like me in the slammer.
The city bus wouldn't be coming today. This I knew after reading about the bus driver's strike that morning, inspiring a plan in my devious, predatory brain to partake of my favorite pleasures in life, getting into little girl's panties, every chance I get. Hash marks from such conquests were numerous, providing a training ground for added finesse and skills that practically assured success whenever I set my sights on a cute little mark.
The usual afternoon rain shower in the city could be counted on I realized, as angry clouds soon darkened the sky- my queue to begin pursuit.
"Hi there sweetie. I saw you getting all wet, sitting here all alone" I spoke in a caring manner, as I sat next to the little girl. Her pretty, blue eyes gave me the once over, deciding if I was a nice man or that stranger her mother warned her about. "My name's Melody and I'm eight but going on nine," she replied while my hand held the umbrella over her head. Her innocence radiated like a calling card, exciting me, causing a familiar stir in my pants as I sat down, moving closer to her small body. The wet bench managed to saturate my pants while the cool autumn air served as a reminder that the weather wasn't getting any friendlier and soon, it would be dark and outright cold.
Melody shivered from the damp coolness, snuggling up to me without realizing what she was doing. Finally, it was time to tell her about the bus business and the sad truth that she was stranded in the city.
"Well honey you probably didn't know the bus wasn't coming today, did you?" "Its not? How come?" She asked with a look of worry on her baby soft face. There's a Bus Strike and that means the bus drivers aren't gonna' work until they sort out their arguments. You mean bus drivers are fighting or something? "Yeah. Something like that," I replied with a chuckle. I better call my mom or she'll worry and get mad," she blurted out as she stood to walk away. "Hold on sweetie Use my cell". I offered with a smile.
The cell phone wasn't mine. Having found it on a table at Starbucks one lucky day, I didn't care about anyone tracing the phone number.
"Alright let's call your mom and you can ask if it's OK for me take you home in a cab. You should tell her you know me, or she'll make a fuss and you'll wait forever in this rain. OK? Oh and by the way, my names Paul so tell your mom that your friend, Paul's taking you home, and he's a nice man". "What if my mom insists that she comes and gets me?" She whined. Tell her that the traffic is horrible and you're afraid she'll take too long," I answered as I dialed her home phone number.
Much to my disappointment, melody's mother made her daughter hand me the phone so she could talk to me.
"Yes Uh huh. Melody will be fine. I'll take good care of her and get her home soon, but this city traffic is really snarled so don't be alarmed if it's late. OK Uh huh yes we'll call if it gets too late. See ya' soon".
Taxis were getting hard to find in all this rain. Finally, after walking about six blocks, I managed to hail one that had just let out a passenger. Melody and I sat in the back seat while my arm hung loosely around her neck.
"Where to, buddy?" The cabbie asked, as he seemed to size ME, and the girl up in his mind, probably wondering if an old man with a child would tip. "Take the outer loop and get off at 17th street. We're going to 3580 Harvard Way?" I answered as I flashed a roll of twenties to encourage his total cooperation. The address was bogus but close enough to where I lived.
"Hey! Aren't we gonna go to my house?" Melody asked with a quizzical look as she tugged at my coat sleeve. "Sure honey but first, we have to stop by MY house and feed my cats or they'll starve. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?" I replied with a gentle squeeze of my arm around her neck. "No. I guess not," she answered softly, not bothering to look up at me.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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