Pretty Young Cowgirl - Sex Stories

Pretty Young Cowgirl

... entrance.

Trying to strike up a conversation, as we walked through the gate I asked, “What’s your name?”

Glancing over at me hesitantly as we continued out of the entrance, I saw she was smiling and as we got out toward where the concessions she said, “Melissa.”

Smiling, continuing to looked at each other, I reached out my hand, wanting to make contact by shaking hands. Introducing myself as she looked down at my hand, she eventually took it and after shaking hands she looked up at me. She really was pretty, had such a pretty smile, and even though she was young, and short, she seemed more mature.

Asking her, “Where are you going,” she again hesitated but smiling said, “My mom wants me to go get some stuff over at the convenience store.”

Immediately, I figured they had sent her, because it was close enough, and they knew the prices at the concessions were a little high. It made me smile and when I told her, “That’s smart,” she smiled too.

Hoping she might let me go with her, I innocently asked, “Can I walk with you?”

Again she hesitated, but then feeling it was an innocent request she said, “Sure.”

We continued to talk as we walked and after getting a bunch of snacks and drinks, we headed back to the fair grounds. Going back through the entrance I said, “It was nice talking to you.”

I didn’t want to bring any unnecessary attention to us, and she did seem a little confused, but when she happened to looked toward where her parents were sitting, and ...

... she realized we were getting close, we stopped for a moment. Smiling at each other, waiting for the other to say something, I spoke up, simply mentioning, “I’m sitting right behind you a few rows.”

This of course made her look over to where I gestured, and seeing her smile, I thought, “Man, I wanted this,” all the time hoping we’d somehow hook up again.

As we moved closer to where everyone was sitting she looked at me, smiled and after telling me, “It was nice to meet you too,” I nodded and smiling I casually backed away.

I’m sure she liked the attention, I liked it too, and after giving a simple nod and a smile I said, “Me too,” and continued by telling her, “Maybe I’ll see you again.”

I do think she was interested, and after another smile and a nod, she headed toward her folks, trying to inconspicuously watch to see where I went. Seeing that I was standing a few rows behind where they were sitting, she eventually handed the stuff to her folks, and looking back at me briefly, she smiled and then sat down.

She really seemed to be very happy, and I sensed her continually wanting to glance back, but not wanting to appear interested or attracted to me, she never turned around. I wanted to be with her, and even though she was so much younger, I tried to think, “How?”

Eventually, the concert was ending, and seeing people were starting to leave, I figured I might never see her again, but as I searched for a way to get her attention, she happened to stand and looking ...