Hal Green lived in a rented house that faced on the boardwalk. It was white with green trim around the windows and fake storm shutters that wouldn’t dose.

The yard was full of flowers protected by a white, picket fence.

As they walked toward it, Annie felt relieved. Now that she was off the hot bike seat, her crotch didn’t feel all sweaty and itchy. Some of that terrible urge to finger her throbbing lips between her legs was gone. In fact, the warm, summer wind blowing under her short dress caressed the insides of her moist, soft thighs and cooled the soggy crotch of her panties. That felt good to Annie. It was like a cool hand sliding over her pouting pee lips taking some of the fever away. She walked a little straddle legged, spreading her slender thighs as much as possible to get more of the wind. She hoped the man wouldn’t notice, the smell.

Hal couldn’t help but notice. From the moment the little girl had agreed to go home with him his eyes kept straying to her scantly covered crotch. Every flip of her dress that threatened to reveal a glimpse of her white panties made his cock harder and more urgent in his pants. He wanted to slide it between her thighs and rub it back and forth, squishing her soft, fat lips against his round pecker.

The wind kept shifting and wafting the heated odor of her hot twat to his nostrils and when Hal looked down all he could see was the flash of her long thighs sliding in and out under the hem of her dress.

“This is my house,” he managed to say. He held the gate open.

Annie thought it was a nice house and yard. A safe one. And with no hesitation she went into the yard and parked her bicycle next to the porch.

“Come in.” Hal held the door open with a sweaty hand.

Inside the house it was cool and dark. The scent of the ocean filled the room and Hal steered Annie to a long, green couch that dominated the living room.