Chapter 17: The Gym Bag

Bob put the bag on his kitchen table. He opened it up, digging around it quickly. He pulled out the wings she had on. Next, came the halo headband. He set that next to the wings. He pulled out her blue jeans, raising them. He breathes in deeply, taking in the scent around the crotch area of the jeans. Wow, he thinks to himself. They smell as good as he thought they would.

He finally puts them down on the table. He digs in the bag again. To his chagrin, he finds a pair of panties. White polyester panties, well worn it looks like. He sniffs them with a deep inhale. “Mmmmm.” He moaned out. He went to his office.

There was a picture up on his computer screen of the lovely young Sonya. He sat down in front of the computer, one hand with her panties and the other hand snaked his cock out of his pants. He quickly flipped through the pictures of Sonya he had. He stopped on a picture of her lifting her shirt, exposing her entire front. Her hairless pussy, her budding breasts. He started stroking his cock, feeling the blood flowing. His eyes mesmerized every inch of her body. Her breasts were small and firm. He’s stroking. The slit of her pussy, looking ever so inviting to him. Stroking his cock. Her smile. Stroking. Her beautiful brown eyes. Stroking, sniffing the panties. His breaths match his strokes. Until at last he feels it coming on. He cums right into her panties. His orgasms are becoming more frequent with each time his young neighbor becomes more and more daring. Whether it is her daring little flashing by his back door or her grinding on his leg to impress her friends. He was becoming more and more infatuated with the young lady. The girl next door. He flipped through a couple more pictures of Sonya as he held her now cum soaked panties in his hand.

He looked at the clock, almost 9:30. Trick or treating for the night had long been over. He pushed away from his desk. Zipped up his pants and made his way back to his kitchen. He thought it would be best to put the panties back in the bag and put the bag back where he found it.

As he was making his way back to the kitchen. The music from the radio was getting a little louder with each step he took. The radio was set to an oldies station. Frank Sinatra was singing, My Way.

Then he saw it. Slight movement out his side door. He moved swiftly in his dark kitchen. Frank singing in the background. He came upon the scene playing outside. Close to the fence next door. Close to Sonya’s window. The young girl and young boy were in a deep embrace. The girl had her hands on the boy’s shoulders. The boy, well his hands were all over the girl’s body. Then their heads moved in their deep embrace. Their tongues wrestling each other. Her side profile became clearer in the night sky. Sonya. Bob could feel his cock stir in his pants.

Bob stood there in the shadows of his house. Watching the violation of Sonya. The young brat’s hands roam in places that Bob wishes he could explore more and more. The boy had one hand on a tit and the other hand down her tights digging for gold. The boy’s hand went from grabbing her ass to trying to shove a finger in her pussy. Moving her tights down a little bit each time. In their passionate kissing, neither of them even noticed that it was pushed down past her left butt cheek. You could make out her hip bone. The beginning of a small trail leading any young man to her paradise was on display as well. Bob licked his lips and felt like he had seen enough of this stupid kid having his way with Sonya.

Bob reached out in his darkened house. He felt along the side of the wall. His fingertips came upon the light switch. He flicked the switch. The side of his house, his driveway, and the two young lovers were quickly illuminated. Bob still partially covered in the shadows turned back to check on Sonya. There was now a gap between Sonya and the boy. Sonya had her hands on her small fence. Facing the boy, it seemed they had a small exchange before the boy quickly turned and left right away. Bob realized he had to act quickly or he would lose the opportunity. He opened his kitchen garbage can. Grabbed the garbage bag out, but he didn’t bother to tie the bag close. He then took a deep breath and opened the side door. With the garbage bag in his hand, he opened the door and gave a startled surprise at seeing Sonya standing on the other side of his driveway. Her clothes were a little disheveled. Bob, gave her a quick look up and down her slender budding body.

“Well, hello there, young lady,” Bob spoke softly to Sonya.

Sonya tried to adjust herself quickly. Kicking her gym bag that lay at her feet in the process. “Hi,” Sonya replied a tad embarrassed seeing her neighbor after what she was just doing with Sean. She grabs her gym bag off the ground as Mr. Johnson walks over to his garbage bin and throws the bag in there quickly. He looks at Sonya with her back to him. Her butt cheeks were fully covered but he could easily make out everything in the very thin transparent material that covered her.

Sonya slings the gym bag strap over her shoulder as she wonders how she is going to make it past her parents in her devils’ outfit. She gives her neighbor a shy innocent smile. Bob returns the smile to her. “Hi, Mr. Johnson.” She says to him.

“I was just going to make myself a sundae. You want one?” He asked her. Sonya thought about her situation. “What time is it?” She replied a question with a question. Thinking about having to change back into the angel outfit she left home in and not the devils’ outfit she was wearing at the moment. She had to keep up the sweet girl image to her parents.

Bob took a quick look at his watch. “9:30.” He told her while he walked up to his side door. Opening it as he turned to Sonya waiting for her to take his offer. She gave it a little thought, technically her curfew was 10 so she did have some time. Perhaps she could change clothes in his house. A sundae did sound nice too. So, she took the bait.

Bob smiled as he watched Sonya walk up to his back door. Her little costume outfit with the little red horns on top of her head. Her long black hair pushed back. She gave him a warm smile as she held onto her gym bag. Walking into his house first Bob watched the view from behind as he held the door open. Her leggings or tights were so snug on her that with a much closer look now it was obvious that she was wearing a thong. Bob thought that meant that the transparent material was showing the rest of her naked rear end. Bob licked his lips at the view.

Sonya walked into the home that she hadn’t been in for a while. She had to think about when was the last time she was in there. She plopped her gym bag down on one of only two chairs at the kitchen table. “Chocolate chip cookies.” She said out loud. Remembering the smell of the kitchen when Mrs. Johnson would make her chocolate chip cookies for Sonya. They tasted so good. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson would babysit Sonya a lot when she was younger. Sonya would help Mrs. Johnson bake the cookies and then Sonya and Mr. Johnson would clean the bowl and utensils of any leftover cookie dough. Fun times. Sonya cried when Mrs. Johnson passed away ... was it five years ago? Sonya thought.

Bob was staring at her ass. When she quickly put her gym bag down on the chair and spun around to face him. She didn’t see him looking at her butt. She didn’t see his reaction when she turned around, that was the same reaction she got when she busted boys at school checking her butt out. Sonya gave a cheeky smile to her cute neighbor ... no she thought ... her elderly neighbor. Right? Not cute? Why was that the first thought she had? Cute neighbor ... that’s funny, she mused. He then snapped his fingers.

“Okay. So, ice cream.” As he turned to the freezer. He grabbed the ice cream container and set it on the countertop opposite the refrigerator. Sonya came over and stood close to him. “What can I do?” Bob enjoyed that Sonya was comfortable enough around him to come up next to him like that and ask. “Get a couple of bowls out of the cupboard, sweetie.” He told her. She quickly turned and went and got two bowls out and set them down next to the ice cream. Bob gave her a big smile and a little nudge of his elbow to her arm. She gave him a little giggle as she looked on with anticipation of an ice cream sundae. Bob took his time scooping out the ice cream and putting them in the bowls. A big scoop in each bowl. He handed the Hershey’s Chocolate to Sonya. “Go ahead.” He told her. So she grabbed it and squirted the chocolate all over both of the ice creams. Bob just stood back and enjoyed the sight of her squirting the chocolate, he enjoyed standing back just enough to also take in the sight of the transparent leggings and the little black thong she wore under the leggings.

The music continued to play softly in the background. A new song came on. Bob’s ears perked up. Cute song he thought. He started to sing along with it and got some whipped cream to put on the sundae. He let Sonya do the work again.

Bob sang along with the music in the background. “Two, three, four, tell the people what she wore!” Sonya smiled and was a little taken aback by her neighbor singing. “Sonya ... wore an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini

That she wore for the first time today.

An itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini” Sonya giggled at being included in the song. She swiped a little bit of the whipped cream and tasted it with her fingers. She playfully bumped her hips into Mr. Johnson then. He played back to her and acted like he was knocked over. He continued to sing along to the song as he went and got a jar of cherries out of the fridge. He opened it and offered it to Sonya. His off-key singing continued. “Sonya wore an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini.

That she wore for the first time today.

An itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini.

So in the blanket, she wanted to stay.

Two, three, four, stick around we’ll tell you more!”

She giggled as she pulled out two cherries. Putting one on the sundae and quickly eating the other. She held onto the stem as she sucked on the cheery, looking up at her silly neighbor. Her kind silly neighbor. Her kind, silly old neighbor that she had the best dirty dream about. He continued to sing to the silly song, putting her name in as much as he could. As he sang he grabbed a couple of spoons and put one in each bowl. He put them down at the table in front of each chair. He gestured for her to sit as he took a seat at the table. The other chair still had her gym bag on it as she grabbed the bowl. Bob sat down and waited for his young neighbor to sit. He finally noticed her gym bag on the chair. “Just put the bag...” He started to tell her when she turned to him and she wanted to see if she could be a little playful back to him. He was being playful by singing a corny song to her. So she pulled her sundae closer to where he was sitting and promptly turned and sat on his knee. She gave him a defiant look then as she picked up her bowl took a big scoop of ice cream and ate it.

Bob couldn’t believe the turn of events. Feeling that soft little bottom rest on his knee. Each cheek resting on his thigh. He gave her a big smile back at her. Sonya ate her sundae while Bob just sat there enjoying the sight and feel of his young neighbor bouncing on his knee.

“You going to eat your cherry?” Sonya asked Mr. Johnson.

“My cherry.” He replied as he grabbed it off his sundae.

“Yes ... can I have the cherry?” She asked again.

“Can I have your cherry?” Bob asked her, using the double entendre. Hoping Sonya doesn’t get it.