“Are you lost, little girl?” he asked.

Annie’s mouth closed with a snap and she froze. The terrible tingling shot through her and she was still itchy between the legs. She wished she could have gone on and on for a long while, but somebody was noticing her and it was time to go. Only her legs felt so weak she couldn’t start pedaling.

“Are you lost, little girl?”

Annie shook her head and her curls bobbed. “No sir,” she said. Her voice was weak and uncertain. She was acutely aware of the wetness between her legs and the way her soggy panties stuck to her skin like they were glued on. She shivered. Maybe he knows, she thought. A tingle started in the hot slot between her thighs and drilled straight up her little pee hole and Annie felt like she had to take a pee right then and there. She was dizzy and lightheaded and the bicycle seat was poking between her legs and rubbing the little button there and sending guilty shocks of sexual feeling soaring through her body-thought she didn’t know the feeling was sexual.

“Are you ill?”

Annie stared at the man. He was tall and sort of thin. Maybe he was as old as her daddy who was almost forty, and he had a little grey in his black hair. His face wasn’t handsome, but it seemed kindly to her and Annie nodded her head in automatic agreement that she wasn’t feeling altogether right.

“Well, would you like to come to my house and lie down?” Hal Green had to gulp when he asked that question. His cock was pressing so painfully against his trousers that he could barely walk. He knew that he didn’t want Annie to go to his house because she was ill. Don’t do it, his conscience screamed. And his prick got sweaty with fear that he would listen to his conscience after all.

“Yes,” Annie said. “I would.” And she got off her bike and walked alongside the nice man and tried not to think about that terrible itch between her legs.