"Come on Vicky!" Mrs Rickitt shouted up the stairs to her daughter, "get a shift on... I'm going to be late for work!"

The dark haired 10 year old came rushing down the stairs.

"Sorry Mum!"she said apologetically, "needed the loo!"

Her Mum rolled her eyes.

"You pick your moments girl!" she said with an air of resignation. "Have you got everything?"

Vicky nodded, picking up her bag and heading out to the car. The journey was the usual school run... over forty minutes to go a couple of miles. So much for the congestion charge, Mrs Rickitt thought.

Victoria sat in the back. She was a pretty girl, with her dark brown hair just reaching her shoulders. For her age, she was quite well developed. An "early starter" her Mum had said when aged 8, she noticed the swellings starting on her flat little chest. Now, two years later, they were the size of lemons and she wore a training bra which was quite visible under the white school blouse she had to wear as part of her school uniform, as were her still developing titties. At her last school she was teased by a lot of the boys about it, as she was the only one who had noticeable development in her class. It was different at All Hallows though. There were a lot more kids there for a start, and many of the girls the same age as her were even more developed than she was. Some of them even had hair "down below", and had started their "monthlies". Vicky still had both of those "pleasures" to look forward to.

Of course, there were also many that had no development at all. Vicky didn't want to grow hair. She wanted to stay hairless and smooth. She decided that as soon as any appeared she would remove it one way or another, because she knew lots of men preferred it that way. She knew this because Victoria had a secret.

Her mind drifted off, remembering how it all came about. Her Dad had left when she was 5. He'd ran off with someone from work.

"Old enough to be her bloody father!" she remembered her Mum saying on more than one occasion.

That left just her and her Mum. Mrs Rickitt had a good job which she wasn't prepared to give up, but it meant she had to find someone to look after Vicky. It wasn't a problem as her own Mum lived locally, so she took on the role of carer for the young Victoria. That didn't last long. Vicky's Nan had a stroke and although it was only a minor one, it meant she wasn't able to care for herself and a lively 5 year old as well, so it was back to square one.

She phoned around the local registered child minders but none had vacancies. She thought about a nursery but they told her that at age 5, Victoria was really too old as they catered mainly for pre-school children. Vicky had just started school and needed to be picked up in the evenings, fed and looked after until Mrs Rickitt finished, which was often very late. She needed a child minder that could change plans on receipt of a telephone call, as she never knew when she'd have a late meeting. She also needed a minder that could have Vicky overnight at short notice if she had to travel away, which was quite regular. It was getting to the stage where Lisa Rickitt was considering giving up her career in frustration at finding a child minder, when one evening, the telephone rang.

"Mrs Rickitt?"

"Yes?"

"Oh I'm sorry to bother you. My name's Helen... Helen Rosewell. I understand you're looking for a child minder for your daughter?"

"Well... er... yes..." Lisa replied taken aback. "Do you have a vacancy?"

"As a matter of fact, I do!" Helen replied.

"Oh fantastic!" Lisa said excitedly. "Could I come and see you? Maybe tomorrow morning? With it being Saturday I can work from home..."

"That'll be fine Mrs Rickitt," Helen said.

"Please... call me Lisa!" she said.

Lisa took down the details and arranged to visit the following morning with Vicky to see her.

*******

The address Helen had given Lisa was in a good area, and as she pulled up in the quiet little cul-de-sac, she was quite impressed. It was a new development, so the houses and surroundings were pristine, each with brand new cars parked in the drives. As she and Vicky got out of the car, Helen was standing at her door waiting for them.

"Hello!" Lisa said approaching the well dressed woman.

"Hello... Lisa isn't it?" Helen replied warmly, then looking down at little Vicky dressed in a pink "Barbie" t-shirt, short matching skirt, pink "Barbie" ankle socks, and even "Barbie" trainers said, "...And you must be Victoria?"

Little Vicky nodded shyly.

"Aren't you adorable!" she added.

It was a statement rather a question.

"Come on in!" she said as she ushered them inside.

Lisa could smell freshly brewed coffee. The house was as immaculate inside as it was outside. Leather suite, large plasma TV, DVD and stereo, with a computer in the corner. Lisa offered her a seat.

"Coffee?" Helen asked.

"Please... white one sugar?" Lisa replied.

"And what about you sweetheart? Juice? Milk? Cola?"

"Juice!" Vicky said quietly.

"Juice... what?" Lisa said to her daughter.

"Juice... please!" she corrected herself.

"That's better!" Lisa told her.

Helen chuckled softly.

"Don't be too hard on her. I'm a stranger and she's in new surroundings, probably a bit nervous aren't you sweetie?"

Vicky nodded. She liked this lady. There was something about her that made her feel right at home. Helen disappeared to the kitchen and returned with a tray of coffee for them and a beaker of juice for Vicky, together with a plate full of chocolate biscuits, which she offered to the 5 year old. Vicky looked at her Mum for permission to take one before accepting the offer.

"Go on then!" Lisa said with a smile, "But don't be greedy!"

Vicky helped herself to a Kit-Kat as Helen poured the coffee. Once she'd done that, she pulled out a very large PVC box full of toys.

"Here you are sweetie..." she said, "lots of toys, colouring books and games in here for you to play with while your Mummy and I have a little chat."

"Thank you!" she said sweetly, remembering her manners this time.

"You're very welcome!" she replied with a warm smile.

The women chatted away and drank their coffee's as they got to know one another. Lisa felt very comfortable with Helen. She seemed very friendly, knowledgeable and was easy to get on with. She looked at Vicky who was laying on the carpet oblivious to everything, happily colouring in a picture. Her skirt had ridden up and was displaying a little pair of tight white knickers across her bum, with "Barbie" on them as well. Vicky absolutely LOVED her Barbie and anything to do with Barbie!

"Come with me..." Helen said to Lisa, "I'll give you the tour. You coming as well poppet?"

Vicky looked up, not realising at first that she was being spoken to. Both women stood up followed by Vicky, who took hold of Helen's hand, surprising Lisa.

Quietly Lisa said to Helen, "You're honoured... she doesn't usually take to people that quickly!"

"You're okay... aren't you sweetie?" she said, looking down at Vicky.

Little Vicky smiled and nodded.

Helen showed Lisa around her home, pointing out the safety features as she went; smoke alarms, safety glass, electric socket protectors, anti finger traps on all the doors etc. Lisa was suitably impressed, and she also noticed the place was absolutely spotless, including the kitchen.

They passed through the safety gate at the bottom of the stairs and another at the top as Helen pointed out smoke alarms.

"This is the little girls room!" she said, opening the door to the bathroom.

Like the rest of the house, it was spotlessly clean and very spacious. It was decorated in light blue, fully tiled with a toilet of course, a large round bath and a shower. Fresh fluffy towels sat on the rail. They came out and Helen showed them into another room.

"This is the playroom!" she announced.

It had clearly been decorated with children in mind and was full of toys and games. In one corner stood a large Wendy house and in another, a large rocking horse. Upon seeing it, Vicky bounded over it excitedly and went to climb on it.

"Oi!" Lisa shouted, stopping the 5 year old in her tracks.

"She's okay," Helen said with a smile, "that's what it's there for!" Then looking down at Vicky asked, "Want to ride him?"

The little 5 year old nodded eagerly, so Helen bent down and lifted her onto it before setting it rocking.

"Okay sweetie?" she said lovingly to the little girl.

Vicky, who was having the time of her life, nodded as the rocking horse moved to and fro. Lisa smiled at seeing her daughter so relaxed in a stranger's house and couldn't believe her luck in finding her.

After a few minutes Helen said, "Sorry sweetie but time to get off..."

She noticed the disappointed look on Vicky's face.

"Hey... no sad faces allowed here!" she said with a chuckle. "If Mummy lets me look after you... you can ride him every day if you want to!"

Vicky brightened up at the thought, as Helen lifted her off, before they walked back out onto the landing.

"That's my room there..." she said grabbing hold of a door handle.

"That's okay," Lisa said, "your room is your private space... there's no need for me to see that!"

"Okay." Helen replied, "but I'm happy for you to go in there if you want."

Lisa waved her hand dismissively as Helen moved forward and opened another door. It was a small room, which again was spotless and nicely decorated.

"This is what I call the boy's sleepover room... it doesn't get used too often... mostly when my nephew stays over!" she explained.

It was decorated with a football theme; from the wallpaper, to the curtains, bed cover, table lamp, even the carpet was football themed. Cleverly, although it was everything football, it was generic and there was no mention of any specific team, so a Liverpool supporter wouldn't be sleeping surrounded by say Arsenal. Lisa was impressed.

"And finally..." Helen said with a flourish, "this is the girls sleep over room!"

She opened the door and they walked in.

"LOOK MUMMY!" Vicky squealed with delight.

As the boy's room was to football, the girl's room was the same... only BARBIE! Barbie curtains, bed cover, lamp, carpet, rug... you name it, it was there with Barbie emblazoned across it. In fact it was the sort of room Lisa would have loved to have done for Vicky at home... if only she knew how to decorate that is!

"Well... I think she's made up HER mind!" Helen said with a laugh looking at Vicky, who was stretched out on the Barbie bed cover, her hands behind head on a Barbie pillowcase.

"So have I!" Lisa said with a big smile. "You have a lovely home, and you certainly have a way with children. I've never known Victoria to take to anyone as quickly as she has you!"

"With the help of Neddy!" Helen said with a chuckle.

"Neddy?" Lisa asked puzzled.

"The rocking horse?"

"Oh yeah!" Lisa said laughing.

"Lets go downstairs and sort out the nitty gritty eh?"

They all went back down where Helen and Lisa agreed all the details. Helen assured Lisa that Vicky could stay over whenever she needed to, and she'd be fed, taken to school and all her needs taken care of.

Helen was to become Vicky's care as from Monday, and as they drove away, Lisa again thought how lucky she was to have found this woman.

*****

"Are you going to school today or not?" Lisa asked her daughter outside the school gates.

"Er... what? ... oh... sorry Mum... I was miles away...." Vicky said, snapping out of her memories.

"So I see! You better pull your socks up and knuckle down young lady..." she admonished her daughter. "These are important years for you!"

"Yes Mum!" she said, leaning over to kiss her goodbye. "Love you!"

"Love you too sweetheart... see you tonight. Have a good day!"

Lisa watched her daughter disappear into All Hallows along with all the other kids smartly dressed in their school uniforms. She knew her daughter was very pretty and intelligent, yet she seemed to be in a day dream half the time. Maybe she was just "at that age" she thought as she drove off, heading for her office.

The classroom as usual, was noisy. The boys were acting the goat, with the girls huddled in little groups gossiping. However, when their teacher Mr Jenkinson entered, a hush descended instantly. He was a likeable man in his fifties, having made teaching his career from the word go. Although he was strict, he was respected by both the children and his colleagues alike, having bypassed every opportunity to progress to head teacher. He loved teaching. He wanted to teach. He couldn't ever envisage himself stuck in an office overwhelmed with paperwork, league tables and OFSTED reports. Vicky quite liked him, as did most of the girls. She was pleased it was Friday and couldn't wait for the day to finish, so the weekend could begin. She heard Mr Jenkinson's voice droning as he called the register, her mind beginning to drift off again.

She knew she'd be home alone for a good part of the weekend but hey, she wasn't a baby anymore. She knew she wasn't, because "HE" had told her. Vicky and "HE" shared the secret!

*****

Lisa thought Vicky's first day at the child minder's might be a little nerve racking for them both, but she was pleasantly surprised when the 5 year old calmly took it all in her stride. In her little mind, all she was thinking of was getting back on the rocking horse. Lisa brought a case with her, packed with some of Vicky's clothes for her overnight stays, and some of her personal toys to make her feel more at home. Helen insisted it was best if Lisa left quickly. The less fuss, the less distress, she had said, and it seemed it was true. Lisa kissed Vicky goodbye, then the little girl ran off to play without even a backward glance. Lisa was pleased there were no tears or tantrums as she'd so often heard about, but was sad that she didn't appear to be a significant figure in her young daughter's life, even though she was and knew 5 year old Vicky loved her dearly.

Once Lisa had gone, Helen once again brought the toy box out for Vicky. She was dressed for the weather in short sun dress, again adorned with Barbie, ankle socks with Barbie on, and her Barbie trainers. A lot of Vicky's clothes bore the Barbie brand. She was obsessed with the doll, and her mother indulged her whenever she could, having brought her a Barbie bike, Barbie rollers skates... basically anything she could find with Barbie on it. As she played, her little legs spread apart and Helen saw that the little girl even had Barbie knickers on. They were bright pink with the logo spread tightly across her pudgy little 5 year old pussy. The telephone rang and Helen went to answer it.

"Hiya..." she said into the receiver. "Uh huh... yeah she's here... yeah... oh yeah... definitely... you'll love her... yeah... Barbie... yeah okay... see you soon then... bye!"

Vicky was playing a pretend game with the dolls in the box and although she heard Helen on the phone, she didn't know who she was talking to, nor did she care. She was enjoying herself and that was all that mattered.

About fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang and Helen went to answer it.

"Fifteen minutes... that must be some kind of record... even for you!" she said as she kissed her brother briefly on the lips.

Returning the kiss he said, "You know me sis... love the idea of something fresh!"

Helen chuckled as they made their way into the lounge. Vicky looked up. It was the first time she'd ever seen "him".

"Hello pretty one!" the man said.

"Hello mister!" Vicky replied politely.

He laughed.

"This is Uncle Tony..." Helen explained to the little 5 year old, "he's come to help me look after you!"

Vicky simply nodded. She didn't care that two people were looking after her particularly, as long as she could play. Tony got down to where Vicky was playing so that he was on her level. Holding out his hand and although he knew it, asked her name.

"Victoria!" she replied sweetly.

"And how old are you?"

"Five!" she said, holding up five fingers as confirmation.

"Wow... I thought you was at least 6, a big pretty girl like you!"

He knew flattery worked, even on a girl of Vicky's tender years. Vicky beamed.

"I'm only 5!" she repeated.

"Well, pleased to meet you Victoria!" he said, kissing the back of her hand and making the little girl giggle. "Can I call you Vicky?"

The little girl nodded.

"And you can call me Uncle Tony!" he said.

Vicky smiled.

"And for special, pretty, little girls... what do I have in my pocket?"

Vicky shrugged her shoulders as Tony reached in and produced a tube of "Smarties" which he handed to her. Vicky beamed... she loved Smarties!

"Thank you!" she said politely and sweetly.

"Do I get a thank you hug or kiss?" Tony asked hopefully.

Vicky reached out tentatively and gave him a brief hug before she kissed him chastely on the cheek.

This is going to be so easy, he thought to himself as he smiled.

*****

"Victoria Rickitt?"

Silence.

"I know you're here Vicky... but I need to hear you say it!"

Her friend Rachel nudged her arm.

"Oh... er... sorry... HERE SIR!" she called out.

"Thank you Miss Rickitt. Any chance you could actually stay with us this morning per chance?" he said sarcastically.

The rest of the class laughed as Vicky felt a slight blush rise on her cheeks.

"Yes sir... sorry sir!"

Mr Jenkinson continued calling the register.

Vicky was starting to get that familiar feeling again. The one that tingled and itched between her legs. She could feel herself getting wetter. She squeezed her thighs together to try for some relief. She always felt this way when she thought back. Back to when the secret first started. She was pleased that she had English all morning, because that meant reading mostly, so she could drift away with her thoughts. She remembered that first time like she assumed most girls did. But then, most girls didn't have a secret like she did.

*****

It was an hour or so later when Helen sat her on the huge leather sofa with a glass of milk and a biscuit.

"I have to go out for a little while sweetheart," Helen told her, "but don't worry, Uncle Tony will be here to look after you. Is that okay sweetie?"

Vicky lifted her head up and nodded, making both Helen and Tony laugh with the milk around her lips.

"You've got a milk moustache!" Tony said with a laugh.

He reached for a tissue and wiped her thin cherry lips.

"That's better!" he said softly. "Bet it won't be the only milk she has on her lips during her time here..." he said quietly to Helen, making her laugh.

"I'll get you some sweeties while I'm out!" Helen told her.

"Sweeties for a... sweetie!" Tony said laughing.

That made little Vicky giggle.

"And I bet you want me to get you some... smarties?"

Vicky nodded eagerly.

"You be a good girl then and do what Uncle Tony tells you okay?"

Vicky nodded again.

"I know she'll be a little angel... won't you Vickster?"

Again a little nod as she finished the last of her milk.

"Finished!" she said.

Helen was putting her coat on and was ready to leave.

"See you later bruv!" she said quietly with a sly wink and left.

Tony retrieved the glass from the little girl and took it out to the kitchen. When he returned, Vicky was back on the carpet playing. Tony sat in a position where he could look up her dress. He wasn't disappointed when he saw the pink Barbie knicks either. He gasped a little as he watched her unobserved.

"What are you playing?" he asked.

"This is the Mummy..." Vicky explained holding up a doll, "and this is the Daddy!" holding up another, this one a male doll.

Then she giggled as she clumsily put the heads of the dolls together.

"Look!"she said, "They kiss!"

Tony giggled with her like it was SO naughty.

"What else do they do?" he asked her.

Vicky cocked her head to one side and put her finger in the corner of her mouth to indicate she was thinking, the way little girls of 5 do.

"Er... they cuddle!" she said.

"What else?"

Vicky shrugged coyly.

"What about the other thing's Mummy's and Daddy's do?" he asked, "the secret things?"

Again she shrugged.

"You don't know about the secret things... a big girl like you?"

Vicky shook her little head.

"Would you like me to tell you? Or I could show you?"

Again, her head cocked and the finger came to the mouth. To Tony, she looked extremely erotic like that. She smiled and then nodded.

"I don't know if I should..." he told her. "Do you know what a secret is?"

Little Vicky nodded.

"Tell me what a secret is... then I'll decide if I can!"

"Er... something that... er... don't tell Mummy about... like when I accidentally wee'd my knickers when I was playing!" she admitted.

"That's almost right... but it's something you mustn't tell ANYBODY!" he told her. "Can you do that?"

Vicky nodded.

"Sure? Not anyone... no matter what they ask?"

"Okay!" the little 5 year old said brightly.

"If you tell anyone... we'll both get into BIG trouble..." he told her, making sure he said "WE" and not "I", so that she had the burden of guilt on her too. "You wouldn't want to get into trouble would you?"

Vicky shook her head vigorously.

"Sure?"

She nodded again.

"Okay... why don't you come sit on my lap eh?" he suggested, holding out his arms and feeling his cock hardening.

The little girl jumped up and headed for Tony's lap. Tony lifted her and positioned her so that her legs draped over his own, that way if he opened his legs, she had to open hers too. Tony put his arms around her tummy and pulled her back so she rested on his chest, as he kissed the top of her head.

"Mmm..." he said taking in the fragrance of lavender shampoo, "you smell nice... like a proper little girl!"

Gently taking hold of her face he turned her so he could look in her eyes.

"Now..." he said, "you have to promise me that anything we do, or I say... is kept a big, big secret okay?"

Vicky nodded.

"No, you have to promise!" he told her.

"I promise Uncle Tony..." she said solemnly, "cross my heart!" she added, making a cross on her flat little chest.

"Okay," Tony said, "but remember, if you tell ANYone... we'll BOTH get into big trouble okay?" he reminded her, ensuring he piled on the guilt.

Vicky nodded.

"I promise I won't tell anybody... honest!"

"Good girl!" Tony told the little girl, kissing her briefly on the lips. "Our little secret... forever!"

*****

As Vicky thoughts came flooding back, the tingling sensations grew. She could feel her knickers growing damper and she knew she needed some relief. Raising her hand, she asked to be excused to visit the toilet. With permission granted, she picked her small bag up and made her way out of the classroom to the girls toilets. She was pleased that because it was during lesson time, the toilets would be empty at this time of the day. She made her way to the end cubicle, then closed and locked the door. Hitching her short skirt up she quickly pulled her knickers down to her knees. Unlike her friends and peers who liked to wear thongs and sexy "grown-up" underwear, Vicky preferred proper "little girl" knickers. Also "he" preferred them. This was a little problematic for Vicky, particularly on days where she had P.E or swimming and she had to change or shower in front of the other girls. The last thing she wanted or needed was to be teased for wearing "Barbie", "Winnie the Pooh", or "Disney" knickers, so she normally carried a few different pairs in the little bag which went everywhere with her. That way, she could change into a more "adult" pair if she needed to. Today it was okay, as she had neither P.E nor swimming, so she wore a pair of her many Barbie ones. She could see that the gusset was damp as she sat on the toilet lid, legs akimbo. stroking her smooth hairless little slit. As she played with her clit, her mind drifted back to THAT day....

*****

"So do you want to know what other thing's Mummy's and Daddy's do together? The things that make them feel REALLY nice?" Tony asked the 5 year old Vicky sat in his lap.

Vicky nodded enthusiastically. Tony parted his legs slightly, causing Vicky's to open further too.

"Well, they kiss... but you knew that anyway didn't you?" he asked her.

Vicky nodded.

"But... they kiss in a really special way... that makes them feel really nice! Would you like to learn how to kiss like a really big girl?"

Vicky nodded her little head again. Tony lifted her up and turned her around so that she was facing him, her legs still splayed each side of his own.

"I think..." he said to her, cupping her soft face in his hands, "you are the prettiest little girl I've ever met!"

With that he brought his face to hers and kissed her lips, letting them linger for a few seconds.

"Is that the grown up kiss?" Vicky asked in her innocence.

Tony chuckled.

"No, I'm just warming up sweetie..." he told her. "Okay, now when my lips touch yours... close your eyes... and open your mouth just a teeny weeny bit for me. Can you do that?"

Vicky fixed him with a little girl glare that told him "of course I can", and nodded.

"Ready to try it?" he asked her.

Vicky nodded eagerly. Tony pulled her face to his, and as his big man lips touched her tiny 5 year old ones, he was pleased to see her eyes closing and her sweet little mouth opening. Their lips met and Vicky got the strangest feeling deep inside of her. It was a nice feeling and something she'd never felt before, but definitely strange. She knew she was doing something slightly naughty and forbidden, but that just added to the feelings.

Tony slipped the tip of his tongue into her tiny fresh mouth. She recoiled slightly, but Tony had a gentle but firm grip of her head, holding her in place. Vicky got over her initial shock quite quickly and then relaxed a little as more of Tony's fat tongue filled her tiny mouth. She caught on quickly and very soon Tony felt her tiny tongue snake into his mouth. Vicky felt all happy and squidgy inside, a feeling of excitement, exhilaration and butterflies all mixed up together inside. Tony broke the kiss and looked at Vicky as she slowly opened her eyes.

"Wow!" Tony said to her with a big smile. "Have you done that before? You're a great, sexy kisser!"

Vicky giggled at being called "sexy" and shook her head vigorously.

"Well... that was really nice... really sexy... did you like it?"

"Uh-huh," Vicky replied nodding, "it made me feel all funny... down here in my tummy... and down there!" she said, pointing between her legs.

Tony looked down and saw her little pink Barbie knickers stretched tightly across her smooth pudenda.

"So Barbie feels funny does she?" Tony asked, making Vicky all giggly again.

"Well, we'll have to make her feel better then!" he said, his cock throbbing even more. "What do you think we should do?"

"Dunno!" she replied shrugging her shoulders.

"When your tummy feels unwell, what do you like Mummy to do?"

The finger went into the corner of the mouth again, the head cocked to the side. Oh she was so precious.

"Mummy... rubs it better... and sometimes..." she paused, unsure whether to continue or not.

"Sometimes she kisses it better... like if I fall over and hurt my knee..."

Tony smiled, his cock hard and throbbing. Surely she could feel it digging into her, but had yet to mention it.

"Sounds like a good idea!" he said.

He put his hands under her armpits and lifted her up so that she was standing on his lap. Being only 5 she was very light, and her crotch was now pretty much level with his face. Signalling the hem of her dress he said "Let's have a look at Barbie... see if we can make her feel better shall we?"

Vicky took hold of the hem of her short summer dress and began to raise it up. Tony watched with increasing excitement as he looked at her legs... then her little white thighs came into view, before the prize was displayed. Vicky lifted her dress up over her tummy button and he could now see her knickers in plain view. Tony took a sharp intake of breath As far as he was concerned, there was no finer sight in the world.

"Those are very pretty knickers," he told the 5 year old. "I like Barbie too!"

He placed his hands on her slim hips to steady her.

"Can I see the back of them?"

Vicky nodded and very gingerly turned around as she balanced on his thighs. He looked at her knicker clad little bum. It looked perfect and he was so looking forward to seeing more of it, much more. He turned her back round and ran his hand over her tummy, before moving downwards over and onto her mound. He caressed her with the palm of his hand over her puffy mound as he heard Vicky gasp.

"How's that?" he asked her.

"Okay... but you're touching my tinkle..." she said a little nervously.

"It's okay," he reassured her. "I'm making Barbie feel better aren't I? Anyway, no-one will know about it will they? It's our little secret isn't it?"

She thought about it for a moment and then nodded.

"So is it okay to carry on?" he asked.

Vicky nodded again. Feeling bolder now, Tony traced a finger along the clearly defined slit visible through her knickers. He was sure he could feel some dampness there and as he ran his finger along it. He noticed her body judder.

"You okay sweetheart?" he checked.

Vicky nodded dreamily.

"Does that feel nice?"

Shyly she nodded again.

"Do you want me to carry on... or should I stop?"

Vicky pretended to be thinking.

"Er... carry on!" she said with a big smile, clearly enjoying this new game and the sensations it was giving her.

"I tell you what," Tony said, "how about we take this dress off... then you won't have to hold it up any more will you?"

In response, Vicky lifted her arms up and Tony wasted no time in pulling it off over her head.

"Want to sit back down baby?" he asked her.

Vicky plonked herself back down on his lap, leaning back on his chest and Tony was soon gently rubbing Vicky's soft little pussy through her knickers.

*****

Vicky had her legs up and spread wide apart in the cubicle. Her grey school skirt was hitched up and her cute little Barbie knickers around her knees, looking strangely out of place on a girl of her age. Her fingers were beating a tattoo on her smooth hairless pussy as her fingers encircled her love button getting faster and faster, rubbing harder and harder. Her breathing was fast and raspy as she bit down on her lip to prevent herself from crying out in ecstasy, always remembering exactly where she was. She wanted to scream and shout her pleasure like she normally did, as she pushed a finger into her tight slippery love tube.

"Oh... yeah... yeah!" she gasped quietly as a finger from her other hand pushed against the tight sphincter of her cute 10 year old bum. She thrust a second finger in with it, feeling her cum rising within her as she remembered that very first touch...

*****

As Victoria leaned back against Tony, he rubbed his hands across her tummy and down over her mound.

"So do you want to do the other thing's Mummy's, Daddy's and big girls do sweetie?"

"Uh-huh!" Vicky said nodding her head.

Tony gently parted Vicky's legs as his fingertips slipped under the waistband of her knickers and he felt her smooth, hairless sex for the first time. Victoria made little mewing noises as his big fingers fondled her 5 year old pussy.

"That nice darling?" he asked, already knowing the answer of course.

"Mmm..." was all Vicky could come out with.

Tony's fingertip reached her hard little love button for the first time and he felt the little girl jump at his first touch.

"That feels nice..." she sighed.

"What does sweetie?"

"Where you touched me just then... there... ooh..."

Tony continued to play with her little clit, his hand down inside her cute little Barbie knickers. Vicky, in her 5 year old mind, knew that she liked this feeling and she knew already that she would want to feel it again... and again...and again.

*****

Vicky clearly remembered the delicious feeling of those big hands in her tiny knickers rubbing her little clitty for the first time, although back then she didn't know what it was or what it was called, except that it made her feel so good, so nice and so squidgy inside. Thrusting two fingers in and out of her tight bum hole and rubbing her clit for all she was worth, Vicky began to cum.

"Ooh... aaah... yes... yyeeessss..." she gasped quietly as she thrashed about in the cubicle of the school toilet.

It wasn't a bad orgasm, but having to suppress herself made it far from ideal. Still, it satisfied her temporarily and she would have to wait for lunch time before she could really sort herself out. She pulled her knickers back up and straightened her skirt. For appearance's sake and just in case anyone had wondered in, she flushed and coming out of the cubicle, checked herself in the mirror before she washed her hands. She looked a little flushed, but figured by the time she got back to her class it would have gone.

She got back to her seat in the class, her "itch" temporarily relieved, and sank herself into her work. She kept an eye on the clock, anxiously waiting for the lunch time bell.

** Victoria's (Not So) Secret - End Of Part One **