Unknown - Her Secret Life

Paul Evans was sitting at his desk in his apartment thinking about work when he glanced out the window and first noticed the little girl by the swimming pool in the courtyard.

The computer program he was working on bad a bug somewhere in the feedback system, and his desk was strewn with papers, all but burying a compact desktop calculator. On a pedestal to his right stood an electric keyboard computer terminal, hooking him directly into a big computer at a research center a few miles away.

He carefully punched a complex formula into the calculator's memory storage, and then he found himself again staring out the window at the little girl by the pool. She was wearing a skimpy yellow bikini.

She looks a little young for you, Evans! Paul chided himself. Can't be more than twelve or thirteen!

But there was something about the slender child that held his attention and he watched her step out on the diving board. Honey blond hair swung straight almost to her round little ass. Her face was a delicate oval, her button nose still almost a little girl's. Her eyes were large and accented with long lashes, and Paul guessed they-would be blue.

Paul thought her body was absolutely beautiful. Her little breasts were just beginning to curve the top of her suit, and Paul thought he could just make out the shape of her little nipples through the cloth.

Her legs and ass already had the shape of a woman's, but more slender. The cheeks of her little ass were well rounded and had a saucy little bounce to them when she hopped up and down on the diving board. Her thighs were slender and well tapered.

She turned around on the board, and Paul looked where the tight bikini panty lewdly stretched across her little pussy. The mound of her pussy was just beginning to swell to maturity, not yet as full as that of a grown woman. She lay down on the diving board, stretched out in the sun, and her legs were spread just enough for Paul to see the bright yellow bikini stretch tightly between her thighs.

Jail-bait! Paul said to himself. And I should be ashamed of myself? A thirty-five year old man leering at a little girl! Next thing you know, I'll be out in the park in a dirty raincoat!

Paul made the desk computer read out the formula he had just programmed into it, and started a series of calculations based on the formula. He was copying figures from the computer readout to a flow-chart when the phone rang.

"Hello, Paul Evans here," he said.

"Paul? Oh, Paul, I'm so glad you're home!" It was a female voice; and Paul's face flashed a slight grimace of annoyance when he recognized it.

"Hello, Angela," Paul said. "Yes, I'm home home working! You know I've only got a few days left to get this program set up for Engineering Dynamics."

A whining, note crept into Angela's high-pitched voice. "But, Paul! You promised we'd go out today!"

"I told you we might go out for dinner if I got enough work done!" Paul said. "But it's not even noon yet, Angela and I've barely gotten started on my work!"

"Oh, Paul, don't be such a wet blanket! I've got a picnic lunch all packed! We can drive up the canyon to our favorite spot, and "

"Angela, you don't seem to understand!" Paul interrupted. "I can't go on any picnics! I only just this morning finally figured out the right formula to handle the feedback effects after well, anyway, Angela, I can't go! And that's all there is to it! Can't you understand?"

"Sure, Paul, I can understand!" Angela's voice was quavering. "I understand just perfect! I understand that you and that God damned computer ought to be having an affair, not you and me! That's your real love, Paul!"

"Angela, please! Do we have to go through this all over again? Just because I'm self-employed I can't always go off and do anything I want any time I want to! If I'm going to make it with my own consulting business, I've got to produce the programs for the customers when I promised them! Please try to understand!"

"Damn you, Paul Evans!" Angela was sobbing openly now. "Damn you to hell! Why do I always have to understand you? Why don't you ever try understanding me? I'm a woman, Paul! I'm not a computer that you can turn on and off with a switch!"

You're telling me! Paul groaned to himself. "Angela, I know you're a-woman!" he said.

"Well, damn it, treat me like one!" she sobbed. "I want to bet treated like a woman! I want you to want my body! I need you to want me, Paul!"

"I do want you!" Paul exploded. "Look, I'll be over about seven! We can have a quiet dinner at your place, and then "

"Fuck you, Paul Evans!" the woman shrieked. "I want you to want me now, you son of a bitch, not at your convenience! I want you to come over here as fast as you can, and throw me on the bed and tear my clothes off, and jump on me with your big hard cock, and stick it up me and fuck my brains out! Come fuck me, you son of a bitch! If you want to make me feel like a woman, act like a man! Quit jacking yourself off with those computers, and"

Paul slammed the receiver down in the telephone cradle and sat shaking with emotion. Damn that woman! Damn her to hell! Why the hell did he always end up with these damned hysterical women! His wife had been just like this, and all his lovers before and after her, right up to the present! Was it just the nature of women to be so damned unreasonable?

The problem was, Paul did need a woman. His sexual urges were strong and healthy and he liked to play hard after be worked hard. But none of these damned women understood that the work had to come first! He really had been looking forward to spending the night with Angela, because he hadn't been laid in a few days, and he knew he needed it. But the thought of calling Angela back and trying to patch something together made him almost physically ill.

His eye drifted out the window again. The little girl was still playing on the diving board. She was on the end of the board, squatting on one leg and trying to dip the toes of her other leg into water.

The extended leg was slim and beautiful, and between that thigh and the thigh of the folded leg, the thin fabric of her bikini bottom stretched tightly across her girlishly young pussy, bulging the fabric just slightly. Was it his imagination, or could Paul just make out a single wisp of blond pubic hair escaping from the crotch of her panties?

Paul turned abruptly back to his calculations, but the figures dance in his head like pop-corn.

I need to cool off he said to himself. He went to the bedroom and changed into his swim trunks, pretending he wasn't even thinking about the little girl at the pool.

He didn't even look at her when he went out and dived in. He swam a couple of laps and then hauled himself up on the edge. He shook the water out of his hair and allowed himself to study the child on the board.

Her eyes were blue. She turned them on him and warmed him with a smile. Her little teeth were even and white, and her eyes were as blue as the summer sky.

"Hi. My name's Lisa! What's yours?" the girl asked.

"Hello, Lisa. My name's Paul. Are you new around here?"

"I got here last night," the little girl said. "I live with my mommy-in Arizona and I'm in California spending two weeks with my daddy. He lives here. He works in the morning, so I get to swim and watch TV. Then In the afternoon he comes back and we get to go do something. This afternoon we're going to Disneyland!"

"That'll be nice!" Paul said. "First time you've been there?"

"Yep," the little girl nodded.

Up close, Lisa seemed to Paul even more beautiful. Her long slender limbs were covered with the lightest finest blond hair Paul had ever seen. Her skin looked smooth and baby-soft, and her body was at least as lovely as it promised from the window.