Several years ago, I experimented with writing different kinds of stories, this is one of them. The story contains a story about sex between a man and minor female, and there is alcohol involved. The story is entirely fictitious. I would not advise trying anything in the story.
I really needed a break. After talking to the family, they reminded me that my sister had a house on the beach that would be a perfect stress reducer. I packed up and was warmly received. My sister was a busy person, but I had the run of the place, and no responsibilities - which was important.
This story takes place in the land of "What if?" In 1978, The US Congress became alarmed at the absolute explosion of child porn and the fact that it was big business. Before, only a couple of small jurisdictions had attempted to battle cp, but when it was revealed that cp was forecasted to earn one million that year (BIG money back then), the Congress stepped in and outlawed cp.
The bonus was quite unexpected, and quite substantial. Instead of just putting it in the bank, I cashed the check and walked around with the cash in my pocket. I had always wanted to know what it was like to walk around with a couple thousand in my pocket.
My first stop was a strange one to someone suddenly given a lot of money. I live in a college town and stopped off at a burger joint near campus that serves some HUGE burgers. It was there that I saw her.
At long last I was able to get my dream car, but the amount of the down-payment and associated costs blindsided me. I took a second job on the weekend working room service until my bank account had been repaired. I quickly impressed the room service manager, who wished he could have me full-time, so when the hotel had special guests it was a no-brainer that I was assigned to deliver to the penthouse.
The divorce had been very bitter. My mother ended up with custody. She moved us 800 miles away from our upper-Midwest home to one in the very rural, arid southwest. I grew up sheltered in the middle of nowhere and I longed for rescue, for adventure - to go anywhere but where I was. The opportunity for escape came when I was 17.
"Shhh, be quiet" I whispered as I peeked in the back door to the barracks. I looked at the duty NCO desk, it was vacant. North had done his job. I called him ten minutes earlier and asked him to distract the duty NCO so I could sneak Tammy into the barracks, and my room. Without a single question, he agreed. The plan was working. "Let's go" I whispered. Holding Tammy's hand, I led through the back door and quickly through the rec room into the main hallway.
I was horny when I sent the email, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I was on the roof of the shop when I saw the man drive up to the dumpster. Since the shop was closed, he probably figured that he could dump in the dumpster without anyone seeing him. However, what caught my attention is that he scanned the area carefully before dumping a small black plastic bag in the dumpster. He scanned the area once more, and then slowly drove off.
This is a story about a love affair between a middle-aged man and a preteen girl. The story contains consensual sexual activity. If this turns you off, please go away. For the normal readers of this site, it's not your typical: "She came over, teased me, undressed, and we fucked" story. I hope you enjoy it because it was a labor of love dedicated to pedophiles who look but don't touch.