Chapter 2: More Dirty Laundry

Ray was a little tired from butt-fucking Angel the dancer, after she showed up at the laundry trailer, but he stayed awake long enough to finish getting his laundry washed and dried, and then waited another twenty minutes while Kitty’s laundry finished in the wash and went through a cycle in the dryer. And he had promised to drop Kitty’s laundry outside her trailer, where she had told him her high school daughter was supposed to be sleeping. Ray scooped the t-shirts and various panties back into her basket, and stacked it on top of his laundry, and began walking back through the park. Her trailer was on the other side, up against the wooded boundary.

When he got to lot 68, there was a bug light lit outside, and he noticed a girl leaning back over the table top of the picnic table, her butt perched lightly on the picnic table bench, and her bare legs spread out in front of her. She seemed to be lost in thought, looking up at the stars in the sky, or maybe even sleeping.

Ray couldn’t see her face, but what he could see was a very hot and sexy body. As he approached from her side, he first noticed the firm tit mounds, that stretched a thin cotton top and rose directly upward from her chest in the shape of small traffic cones. The shirt was short, and revealed firm abs with just a bit of a tummy that dove between two bony hips. Across the hips a pair of tiny cotton bikini panties was stretched, leaving sexy gaps where the hips held the tight panties away from the flat tummy. That sexy flat tummy narrowed to a little mound where the panties bulged out slightly over her mons. It looked like she had her little hand down inside of the panties, with maybe a finger touching her little pussy. As he silently walked around to the front, where the girl’s legs were spread widely apart, he noticed that the little bikini panties were like the ones he had been sniffing hours before in the laundry trailer. In fact they were identical: white, well-worn and dirty cotton, frayed around the top edged and leg holes, with the same pink kitty picture, and the words “Hello Kitty” below the pic, right over the bulging mound of her pussy. He now could see clearly that the girl did have a hand inside her panties, and a finger over the little slit that was right under the Hello Kitty drawing. She wasn’t moving, so it appeared she had fallen asleep, as her mouth was open, and her upper teeth protruded slightly under her full upper lip. She had short blond hair, cut short and tinted blue and red at the tips. She also had a little tattoo of a star just above her panties, and a big dangling belly button ring laying on her flat tummy under her belly button.

Since she was sleeping, Ray crept slowly toward her, enjoying the view of her nubile young body. Her tits rose and fell gently as she slept, and he leaned over her midsection and smelled the same sweet teen pussy scent where she had been diddling herself before she dozed off. He decided to have some fun, so he took a spot on her right side, where her right arm extended over her tummy, her right hand inside her panties. He would grab her hand and hold it under the panties as he woke her, and would ask her what she was doing with her hand down there.

When he was ready, he leaned down close to her ear, and said “Hello, Emmy.”

The girl jumped when she heard his voice, and tried to pull her hand out of her panties, but Ray had a good hold, and held it there, as she tried to sit up, and looked over at Ray. She came close to screaming, but he shushed her quiet.

“What the fuck!” Emmy exclaimed. “Who the fuck are you, and why are you holding my arm?”

“I’m sure your momma Kitty told you I’d be coming over tonight, didn’t she Emmy?” Ray asked, as he smiled his big grin at the teen.

“Yeah, but why are you holding my arm?” she protested, as her hand was still stuffed inside her tight panties.

“Well, baby,” Ray said, as he pulled her arm up, and then lifted her hand up toward his mouth. I just wondered what you were doing out here, laying back on the picnic table and looking so cute and satisfied, with your hand down your panties. You weren’t touching your little pussy, were you?”

As he said this, he pulled her hand right up to his mouth, and sucked her fingers into his mouth, tasting the sweet tang of her wet teen pussy that literally dripped from her fingers.

“Mmmmmm,” Ray smiled, “it tastes like you WERE playing with your little pussy, weren’t you darlin.”

“Ewww,” Emmy reacted, “you’re a dirty old man, suckin’ on my fingers, and talkin’ dirty to me. Momma told me not to talk to dirty old men like you.”

Emmy was still leaning back on the table, and Ray was standing next to her, leaning over to keep her on her back. He bent down to whisper in her ear, and put a big hand on her tummy, just below her belly button dangle, to keep her in place. As he began whispering in her ear, he also very gently cupped her closest tit in his big hand. He felt her shiver just a little bit from his aggressive touch, but she didn’t say anything.

“Maybe your momma told you that because she wants to keep the dirty old man all for herself,” Ray whispered quietly, in his deep dirty sounding voice. “Maybe momma don’t want you to be feeling all those hot sexy feelings she gets when the dirty old man licks her hot pussy, and puts his hot tongue in her little pussy slit. And maybe momma don’t want you feelin’ that big hot orgasm that makes her shake and sweat and get all hot and creamy, that she gets when the dirty old man puts his big fat 9 inch cock into her pussy slit, and fucks her so hard that she screams.”

Emma began breathing heavily as Ray’s dirty talk made her wet and made her want to touch her pussy as it began to itch and seep a little hot juice.

Ray sensed her excitement, and caressed her firm tits, and slid his hand a little further down her tummy, and let a finger slide ever so gently and slowly inside the Hello Kitty panties and begin to slide down over her tight slit.

“I don’t think you should be touchin’ me there, should you?” Emmy said, like it was a question.