Connie Pink

An excerpt from Connie Pink

"Golly, I don't know." She shuffled her feet and stood pigeon-toed, cute as a kitten in her little Mary Janes.

"You aren't going to try to fix it yourself, are you?" I asked.

She rocked back on her heels. "I think I could...."

I told her I'd be back as soon as I could get away and not to try to do it herself, but she had the most peculiar look of mischief on her face....

When I returned in an hour or so, Connie was up on the ladder, blonde pigtails gleaming in the sun. Her shoes and her little pink shirt with the frills in place of sleeves lay on a bush at the bottom of the ladder.

I looked up at that sweet little can in tight shorts and tried to sound calm, but my pulse was racing.

"Are you— Are you wearing a shirt?" I asked.

Connie squealed and giggled. "I took it off for some sun! Don't look!" she made little attempt to cover her small, pointed tits. "Are you looking at my bottom?" she asked coyly.

Then she slowly waggled it, spreading her thighs slightly to make no mistake that she was wearing no panties. He could see right up the leg to the fleshy V above her thigh, her sweet little pussy just a fraction of an inch further.

"You— Your shorts are too small," he said, swallowing hard.

"I don't care," she said with a flip of her ponytails. "Shorts are supposed to be short."

"You're not... wearing anything... under them."

"You shouldn't be looking!" she squealed. And she put her hand down between her legs to cover her crotch. "I didn't have any clean ones! You are dirty! I can't believe you're peeking at me!"

But her flashing eyes told another story. She was topless and exposed in nearly every way possible... and the little minx was flirting madly!

She came down the ladder one-handed, using the other to cover her breasts, however sloppily. She kept one eye on me the whole time, to ensure, perhaps,