Little Stephanie, the girl next door. What a beauty. Brunette hair just past her shoulders and was usually done up into a lose ponytail. It suited her perfectly...

She and her parents moved in next door to me 6 years ago. Stephanie, now 5 years old, obviously was not born then. However, I got along with her parents very well. Her mother, Anna, was an attractive young women, about a year younger than me. Her father, Dan, was my age of 28.

I first met Steph not long after she was brought home from the hospital. To me, she was just another baby. I didn't really think much of it. And for the first few years, I didn't see much of Stephanie. She usually stayed at home with her mother while Dan and I watched football, or went to the pub for drink.

One day, when Stephanie was 5, there was a knock on my door.

"Hi Dan, what's going on? Can't watch the game today?" I asked.

"Hey Steve, No, sorry to bother you, mind if we watch the game here today? Anna, had to go away on business and left me with steph for a couple of weeks."

"Sure, come on in," I laughed.

"Only thing is, I need to bring Steph too. Obviously can't leave her alone, she is only 5 after all."

"Of course, I wouldn't expect you to leave her..."

Little Steph was hiding behind her father's leg, obviously a little shy of me. As her father walked in she wasn't far behind at all times. I offered Dan a beer, and asked Steph if she wanted some lemonade, she just looked at her father, still not making eye contact with me.

"She's just a little shy, I'm sure she would love some lemonade though." Dan said while looking at her daughter as if hinting something.

"Thank you," Steph said quickly and quietly.

"Good girl," her father kissed her forehead.

I told Dan and Steph to make themselves at home, and I turned on the TV to the game and went to get the drinks. I came back, handed Dan his beer and handed a small glass of lemonade to Steph with a straw.

"Here you go Stephanie" I said with a smile on my face. Giving her lemonade must have made her a little more relaxed, as she finally albeit quickly, looked me in the eyes and thanked me again. She sat beside her dad on the couch, and I sat on the other end. As we watched the game, Steph was getting a little bored. I didn't imagine little girls do enjoy football too much. She kept fidgeting and playing with the hem of her dress. Dan was getting a little annoyed with her, telling her to settle down.

Just then, Dan got a phone call.

"Hello."

"Oh hi honey, how are you?"

"Oh ok..."

"No, that's ok; I will call you back in a few minutes."

"Ok bye."

"Sorry Steve, the wife left behind some papers, I need to go home and find them, and call her back with some information." Dan said.

"Oh ok, no problems." I replied.

"Do you mind if I leave Steph here? It will take a lot longer if I brought her back home." Dan seemed a little annoyed at the whole thing.

"No, that's fine. We'll just keep watching the game... Well, I guess only I will," I said looking cheekily at Steph and winked, who gave a little shy giggle.

"Thanks man, I really owe you one. I'll be no more than 20 minutes I shouldn't think." Dan turned to Steph, and said, "Now Steph, daddy has to go home and get something for mommy, I will be back very soon. Okay?" He kissed her forehead. Steph looked a little nervous and still shy, but she just sat in the corner and nodded.

"Good girl. Okay, I'll be back as soon as I can." Dan walked out the front door.

I turned to Steph on the couch, and smiled. "So..." was all I managed to think of saying. I could tell she was a little nervous, and to be honest, I felt a little awkward too.

Steph moved her hands do to her crouch, holding them there as if she needs to pee. But she was still a little too shy to ask me I think.

"Do you need to go to the toilet?" I asked, obviously already knowing the answer.

She just nodded and said "yes" quietly.

"Okay, follow me then sweetie," I said and got up and started heading down the hall, with little Steph behind. I entered the bathroom and turned on the light. Steph looked at the toilet and seemed more shy now, then ever.

"Okay, I'll leave you to it Steph." I turned to leave, and felt her pulling on my pants legs. I knelt down to her level, and asked what's wrong.

"Stay with me," she said with a sad face. I guess her parents still aren't leaving her alone in the bathroom, and she's still a little unsure of herself.

"Oh ok, no problem," I said. "Well, if you have to go, you will need to take your underwear off sweetie. You don't want to get them wet do you?"

She shook her head, and still looking a little nervous, she pulled them down inside her dress and kicked them off. As if a flash of lightning came down and struck me, I started to think about Stephanie as being sexy. My heart skipped a bit. I couldn't help but think... "There is a little 5 year old girl in my bathroom without any underwear on."

She lifted her arms up for me to grab her, and I took her up to the toilet and put her down, adjusting her dress at the back so it was out of the way. What happened then changed my life forever. She seemed oblivious to the fact that as she parted her legs to get comfortable, her dress was riding up along her legs. I couldn't help but look. I tried not to stare, I didn't want to make it obvious, she might figure out what I was looking at.

I turned to leave again, and heard her little voice say, "Please don't go."

I turned back to her, and for the first time, saw a glimpse of her perfect little puffy, slightly parted pussy. Only for a second though, as I still didn't want to draw attention. I looked up at her eyes.

"Why not sweetie?" I asked, consciously trying to avoid looking down.

"Mommy and daddy always stay with me in the toilet," she said, her shyness seemed to be slowly getting better.

I heard a little splashing of water, realizing she was actually peeing. I looked up at her, she was looking at a picture on the wall across from her, and still not realizing her little pussy was straight in front of my eyes. I couldn't help but stare. It looked so beautiful. Nice and puffy, with a little stream coming out of the middle of it. My dick was rock hard; I was trying to make sure it was hiding inside my pants.

"Oh ok," I said and moved back and sat on the edge of the bathtub. I noticed a little smile on her face, when I sat down. Obviously happy someone was there with her, as there usually is.

Finally the stream stopped and she looked over at me. I quickly darted my eyes to the floor in between my legs, pretending I was just waiting. I looked up at her eyes again, and asked, "All done sweetie?"

"Uh huh," she said. "But you don't have any paper." She mentioned toward to the empty toilet roll holder.

"Oh shit," I thought I forgot to change that earlier. "Don't worry" I said standing up and moving over to the cupboard under the sink and getting another roll out. "I have more" I said again with a smile and a wink. She seemed to like me doing that, and she giggled again.

I handed it to her, and she picked it up and just stared at it. Obviously she hasn't really done this much herself. I could tell her was trying to unwrap it, but wasn't sure where to start.

"I'll help you," I said and took it back. I undid the start of the roll, and took a few squares in length off. I placed the roll in the holder, and put my hand out to her, as to give her the paper. She looked at me and the paper then back to me again, and without saying a word, she spread her legs apart even more and slid forward a little bit.

"Oh god... I guess she wants me to wipe her," I thought to myself and I swallowed the lump in my throat. I lent closer into her, and fell onto my knees. I slowly moved the paper towards her precious little vagina. She was holding the

front of her dress up. It was such a magnificent site. A little 5 year old girl, presenting her little perfect pussy to me to touch. Obviously to her it was nothing sexual. But to me... I couldn't help but stare at the beauty of it. Never having done thing before, I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing, but I just placed the paper on her vagina, and slowly moved it up and down. I know it was only through a few folds of paper... but I couldn't stop thinking that I was touching a 5 year olds vagina!!

She started to giggle, and it snapped me out of the trance. I looked at her, and asked sheepishly, "What?"

"That's tickly," she said still smiling wide.

"Oh I'm sorry," I replied and dropped the paper into the toilet.

"Mommy and daddy don't wipe for that long," she said. I felt as if my heart stopped.

"Sorry sweetie. I don't have a little girl of my own, so I have never done it before," I said, thinking the excuse seemed good enough. Even for her father if he was to find out.

She closed her legs, and the most beautiful site I had ever seen in the world disappeared.

She held out her arms again, and I picked her up and placed her on her feet. I flushed the toilet and turned around and picked up her underpants. I held them out open, not sure if she could do it herself or not. She stepped into one legging then the other. And then she grabbed them and pulled them up.

She then came forward and gave me a hug. Which took me by surprise? It seemed our little bathroom time had made her grow a little fond of me. And I wasn't complaining at all!

We got out of the bathroom and went back to the TV room, and back on the couch both in our original spots at both ends. After a minute of two of watching the rest of the game, I noticed Steph moving and twitching at the other end. I looked over, and noticed her hand again at her crotch. She seemed very engaged in what she was doing, and didn't notice me looking at her.

"Everything ok sweetie? You have to go to the toilet again?" I asked.

She just shook her head and smiled at me.

"What are you doing then Stephie?" I was sure she was rubbing her pussy, trying to get the same feeling I gave her in the bathroom, but I wanted to have her explain it to me.

"Nothing," she said shyly. "It feel good and tickly," she added. Moving her hand away from her vagina.

I smiled at her, and nodded. "Yes, sweetie, I know it feels good," I said. I knew I didn't have enough time to explain it all to her then, so I tried to get her mind off it.

"You want some more lemonade sweetie?" I asked. She shook her head. I was trying to get my mind off it, knowing that Dan could be walking back in any minute. And I was right.

There was a knock on the door, and there was Dan. He seemed more annoyed then before he left.

"Hey Steve, sorry about this again, but the wife needs some more things from her office in the city. She really annoys the hell out of me sometimes. Do you mind watching Steph for an hour of two? I wouldn't usually ask but my wife really needs this information."

I tried to hold back a smile, knowing this could be a huge moment for me to play with Steph a little more.

"Sure, no problems. She's great anyway. No problems at all. In fact, she's starting to open up to me a little more." I couldn't help but laugh at that part. Dan thinking it's just an innocent saying, I on the other hand, knew it meant something else.

"Thanks man... I really owe you one. I'll try to be back by 5:00pm." He looked in on Steph still on the couch. "You continue being nice to Steve, ok Stephanie? I'll be back shortly. Mommy needs my help some more."

Steph nodded at her father and said, "okay." Dan kissed her forehead again and left in a hurry, trying to beat the traffic no doubt.

I closed the door and sat back on the couch. I looked over at Steph and smiled. She not was noticing me. My cock grew in anticipation of what could happen this afternoon.

I leaned over to Steph and said playfully said, "Boo!" She was startled at first but started giggling again. God I loved that giggle.

"Stephie," I said, "If you want to keep touching your wee wee, I wouldn't mind." I was hoping that would be enough to get her to start again. She looked at me nervously and shyly again. I smiled once more, and nodded.

"There is nothing wrong with it," I added. "I want you to be happy." I figured that would be enough. And I was right!

She looked down at her crotch and lifted her dress up, so we could both see her underwear once more. She looked back at me, obviously still a little shy. And took her hand and placed it on her pussy hidden behind the thin material of her underwear. She started to move her finger up and down, just like I did in the bathroom. She started to smile and giggle a little. She looked back at me as if asking for approval again. I just smiled and nodded, horny as all hell.

I decided to probe a little further. "Stephie Sweetie, have you ever touched your wee wee before like this?" I asked.

She obviously loved the feeling she was giving herself, as the smile on her face would testify to. She looked straight at me and shook her head. God what a little doll! I couldn't resist any more, I had to touch her myself! But I knew going straight into it might scare her off, and maybe tell her dad straight away when she got home. I knew I had to be careful and take it slow.

I slid closer on the couch, almost beside her and stared at her crotch. Watching how she was rubbing herself. I had an idea!

"You know Stephie... If you open your legs a little more, it will make it feel nicer. In fact, I promise if you take your underwear off, it will be the best feeling you have ever had!" My heart stopped again. I hoped that didn't scare her off the whole thing. She stopped rubbing and looked at me as if thinking about what I said.

"Really?" she replied.

"I promise," I responded. Begging her in my mind to just take her underwear off, so I could see her beautiful pussy.

Still being rather shy, she stood up and pulled her underwear down inside her dress again. She stepped out of them and climbed back on the couch, covering herself with her dress however.

"Are you scared?" I asked, prompting her along. She nodded slightly looking away from me.

"Why are you scared sweetie?" I asked.

"Because no one except mommy and daddy has seen my wee wee," she answered, seemingly to forgot what happened in the bathroom 20 minutes ago.

"I saw you in the bathroom remember?" I replied with a reassuring smile.

She thought about it for a few seconds then, like a light bulb moment you see in the cartoons, she smiled and nodded. Slowly she move around so she was facing me directly, but still covered by her dress. She slowly moved it up her legs. Until, once again, I was looking directly at that beautiful little puffy vagina. I stared at it for what seemed like a minute. Making her a little uncomfortable I think.

"Don't you like it?" she said with a disappointed sound in her voice.

"Oh sweetie, no. I love it!"

She gave a shy smile and looked down at it. Then once again, moved her hand there and started to rub again. This time without the barrier of her underpants. Immediately you could see on her face, she loved this so much more. She was rubbing up and down, maybe a little faster than I did it, but she still seemed to love the feeling.

"Do you want me to show you how to feel REALY good?" I asked. At this stage, she loved the feeling so much, she was prepared to do anything to make it last or feel better. She nodded at my question and moved her hand away.

I placed my hand in its place. And for the first time in my life, I was actually touching a little girl's vagina directly and sexually too. It felt amazing. So soft and warm. I slowly moved my finger up and down it, like I did on the toilet. Steph slowly fell down on the couch, her head still sticking up trying to see what I was doing. I opened it up a little with my fingers, and looked inside. It was so pink, and to my surprise, it was a little wet! I found the tiny little clit and touched it. She jumped in shock, and gave a little yelp.

"Sorry sweetie," I said. "I hope I'm not hurting you."

She shook her head and said, "No, it feels very funny."

"I know it does, it's meant to feel good Stephie. I responded. I went back to her clit, and slowly started rubbing and probing it. Steph started to squirm on the couch. Obviously loving the feelings I was giving her. As I was rubbing I was wondering if a little girl this young was able to cum. And sure enough my question was soon answered.

She grabbed my hand and I stopped and looked at her. She seemed worried.

"Did I hurt you sweetheart?" I asked.

"I feel like I'm going to go toilet," she said. Of course, I knew what she meant. She was going to have her first orgasm.

"Oh ok sweetie," I replied. "Tell you what; if you need to go, then just go." Now wasn't the time to discuss how peeing and orgasms are different. I just wanted her to have her first orgasm. I would explain later.

I started rubbing again before she could answer. And she once again fell flat on the couch and began squirming again. I could tell it was very close, and she started to moan under her breath and her legs started shaking more and more.

Finally it hit. Such a beautiful site. A little 5 year old girl experiencing her first orgasm. The most beautiful thing you can imagine. She shook and moaned for about 10 seconds. I stopped rubbing, as I knew her clit was be very sensitive now, and looked up at her. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily.

I sat back up and took in the magnificent site. A spread eagled little 5 year old post-orgasm girl.

After a few more seconds, she opened her eyes and looked at me. As if suddenly realising she did something wrong, she closed her legs, and dropped her dress back down. I laughed.

"It's ok sweetie. Don't be shy or embarrassed," I said reassuringly.

I leant over and gave her a kiss on her forehead like her dad does. She seemed to relax after I did it, and sat back up beside me. I knew she would be full of questions. So I sat and waited for them.

Sure enough, the first one came very quickly.

"What was that?" she asked.

"That is what is called an Orgasm. You have them when you play with your wee wee," I replied, trying to keep the explanations simple.

"It felt really nice," she said looking at her feet dangling off the edge.

I was sure after that, the little sexy girl would be tired and wanting to sleep.

"Why don't you have a little sleep, and I will wake you up before your daddy gets back?" I suggested. Truth be told, I really needed a wank, and I didn't want to shock her so soon with trying to explain all that to her.

She nodded and I lifted her off the couch and walked down to the spare bedroom. Not wanting to wrinkle her dress, I suggested she take it off.

"Sweetie, I think you should take your dress off she it doesn't get all messy."

She was getting very tired at this point and didn't object. She lifted her arms straight up, and I slid the dress off over top. I had to stop and take in her small little body. Such beauty. A perfect little slit between her legs. Perfectly flat chest. I undid her ponytail, and let pulled her hair down lose, and lifted her up into the bed under the sheets. It didn't take long before she was out like a light. I couldn't resist, and had to have another look. I pulled the sheets down and examined every part of her body. Her little nipples, her flat belly, and once again, her perfect pussy. I covered her back up, and went straight to my room to wank.