Scared Little Secret

 Lightning cracked !!! And a limb fell.
In my young mind monsters hands waited to grab me from the dark....
And grab ...
And grab they would....
Not the grotesque hands of my imagination....

to that later...now

And so i crawled into him. Safe.
So afraid of the storm..
The thunder pounded the thump thump
of my heart.....
"You tremble babygirl...."
he said and took me into what he called "safe harbor.." embrace...
the strong arms of a man
I was a little girl
"Safe covers"...I wanted it to be...
SO TRULY wanted safe arms and cover...around me.  
A Feel good around me..
He brought me close tight strong arms
held me so close outline of our bodies
pressed together..it did...feel good...
I blink tears hard away And say...he felt good.
And hard against my tummy...he... I felt....
hard long thick against my tummy...

"The storm excites me!" he said...
"Feeel?" he said. I closed my eyes tight. Hiss hand giant around mine so small led me to the thick long monument of excitement pressed between us.

"Erected by the storm and your bottom. You bent over for me Jenny, bent over right in front of me tonight..."
"In your nightie....didn't you!"
"Your showed me a peek right down your nightie to your breasts....they are getting full and round.
Bent over to show me your cute rear end Jennifer...."

He kissed my mouth...

His big hand held mine and rubbed the long thick....
"That makes me feel good he said...." "Thank you." he said.
The scare of the storm! The scare of the feeling in my body..I felt stirring, felt between my legs. OH! the scare!

I am going to comfort you...
His hand found  it's way between my thighs....I was shamed by my fall open. My legs fell open...
And shame again when i was pleased he called me "Good girl."
My Strawberry Shortcake panties were pushed down...rough.

"I will know" he said "That you like this touch if you are wet."
"You will show me that you are a naughty, bad, bad little girl!" he shoved a hand down.
Slid a finger between my privates and l knew because he laughed. I cried.
I cried because it felt good.
He pulled a glistening finger out, and slow traced my mouth with the sticky.
He kissed me on my wet mouth.
Made wetter still by my tears of shame.

"You dirty, dirty little princess." he said. "You are aren't you?" he asked.

With tears running down cheeks, I shook my head yes.