Lolita Phone Sex With Teen Princess Yummy Zoey

Since the age of 9, I have been very sexual. I knew how to flirt. I knew how to get attention from boys my own age and from men up to five times older. If you know anything about me now, you know that dancing has been a part of my life ever since I can remember. I was in ballet for 10 years and jazz for almost 6 years now. Gymnastics was always taken concurrently. All throughout my dance career, I have always been the one picked for solos because I’m cute and flexible. My instructors would always praise me for being such a “beautiful sight.” Watching me dance was “mesmerizing” for them etc.

I had just turned 10 and winter was coming. My parents would switch off with the other parents for carpooling all the kids in dance. That week was my best friend’s parent’s week. I remember that night so vividly because it was the first time I have ever heard the term lolita used at all but especially in reference to me.

My best friend had been sick so she wasn’t at practice but I was and needed a ride home. Her Dad was there for his week of carpool. After practice, I got my dance bag and ran to his car because it was raining and I didn’t want to get wet. He came around the other side to open my door like I always saw in those romantic movies my Mom always watched. I felt my cheeks flush. When he got into the drivers seat, he started laughing hysterically. “Its been a long time since I ran in the rain like that. I am all SOAKED!” he said. I started to laugh because I was wet too. He didn’t start the car right away. Mr. Mills reached in the back of his car and was shuffling through some things and turned up two large dress shirts and a beach towel. Without a thought, he stripped his wet t-shirt off and threw it in the back. It was the first time that a half naked boy was so close to me. Not only that, he was older and smarter. He was a real man! I had never been alone with a half naked man ever! My cheeks flushed and my entire body felt like I was under a hot lamp. He must have caught me looking at him because he just sat there and smiled at me while he was patting himself dry with the towel.

That thick cotton towel moved back and forth on the top of his head and down his somewhat hairy chest. Little droplets of rain water still dripped down the curves of his biceps. Wow. I looked away really quickly and bit my lip to make myself focus. “I know you’re watching me, Zoey.” I started to giggle and untied my hair bun. My hair was full of rain water and it dripped down onto my leotard and made me shiver all over. I looked down and saw that my little teen nipples were poking out of the fabric. I looked up at Mr. Mills and I saw him looking down at my hard nipples too and when his eyes met mine, a slow smile crept across his handsome face. My heart was beating so hard that I could feel it in my ears! “Mr. Mills, I’m sorry. I guess I am just cold,” as I giggled and covered my little teen nipples with my hands. I began rubbing them to try and make them go down because I was so embarrassed. “I’m so embarrassed,” I told him. But he didn’t even look away and neither did I.

I slid my right arm out of the leotard top and then my left arm followed. I kept my left arm over my breasts and slid the rest of the leotard down. I was nervous and kept biting my lower lip. I slid the rest of my leotard off and I was just in my white tights. I broke eye contact with him and sat with my back up against the passenger seat. With my feet up on the dashboard and my butt scooched down to the edge of the seat, I slid my sopping wet ballet tights off. I sat there with my little white panties. The only thing covering my little teen breasts was my long dripping wet hair.

“Zoey, you know I was watching you dance today. I have to tell you how talented I think you are. I know Veronica is good and I know I shouldn’t speak poorly of my own daughter, but you really are so beautiful and so fun to watch. Have you always been so flexible, Zoey?” I turned my head in his direction and said “uh huh, wanna see? I can put my feet behind my head. Watch!” When I demonstrated how flexible I was, I accidentally exposed breasts and flashed Mr. Mills! When I noticed what I had done, I quickly let my legs down and covered up. “You don’t have to cover up like that, Zoey. I have seen it all and we are so close, aren’t we, Zoey?” I thought to myself that he is older and wiser and knows what he is talking about. I let my hands go and showed him my breasts. My nipples ached from being hard for so long. I began rubbing them again and I was sure he could tell how embarrassed I was.

Mr. Mills pushed my hands down to my sides and said “I know a good trick for that!” He rubbed his hands really fast back and forth and then placed his hot hands right on my little teen nipples. He told me how beautiful I was and how some boy would be very lucky to take me out on a date. “Have you ever been out on a date, Zoey?” I blushed as he rubbed my now warm breasts in his huge man hands. “No, Mr. Mills. My Mom and Dad tell me that I am too young to date. But, I told them that they should trust me because I am smart. I think I am ready for dating. I think I am ready for a lot of things, Mr. Mills. I might be young but I already know what I like and what I don’t like. Like, I knew that I would like being naked in front of you, Mr. Mills. *giggle* I knew that you would rub my breasts for me if you saw me do it a couple of times and I knew that would feel good too! I know a lot of things would and do feel good, Mr. Mills.” He unbuttoned his wet jeans and threw them in the back.

I slid into that massive white dress shirt of his but left it unbuttoned. “Do you think I am pretty, Mr. Mills?” I sat up on my knees facing him with his big shirt completely unbuttoned and barely covering my perky little girl breasts. My hair was long and dripped down the sides of the shirt making it seethrough. I took my fingertips and locked them into the waistband of my white bikini panties and toyed with the waistband.

“You are only 10, Zoey. How do you know how to be sexy like this? There is a term for girls like you…lolita. I am going to call you Little Lolita Zoey. Lolita means a young girl who knows a lot about being sexy…just like you my little yummy Zoey. So, you think you know what would feel good, huh? What else do you know?” I giggled as he started the car and turned the heater on.

Mr. Mills started hanging the wet stuff in front of the heater and opened the window a tiny bit in order to hang the clothes in the direction of the vent. All of the wet clothes covered the windows and it felt like we were in a fort.

“Well, I know a lot! I know how babies are made. I know about my parts and what parts you have down there.” As I said “my parts” I took my little teen hands and cupped my mound. When Mr. Mills heard me say “parts you have” he cupped his dick. It made my clit throb so hard that I blushed again. That was the first time I saw a man put his hand on his dick! Wow!!! I slid my hand down into my panties and rubbed my clit in front of him. I couldn’t help myself. It was raining, romantic, hot, and I was so young that I didn’t know any better. When I did that I said “I know that I taste good down there too.” I brought my finger up to my mouth and licked it clean “yummy.” Mr. Mills almost looked mad. “Little lolita Zoey. I bet you taste yummy.” Call for the rest of the story!