Stars, millions of stars covered the sky, bright and twinkling, glorious on their own, but the peach moon, hung in the night stealing some of the beauty. The constellations were articulate and outspoken for the autumn season. The lake shined in the moonlight and reflected the sights above, the water ripples breaking up the starshine into tiny dancing lights. There was a warm breeze coming in from the ocean that was only a few miles away. The songs from the frogs and crickets were loud and clear.

A lone silhouette sat motionless on the silver sands of the lakes shoreline. His hair glistened in the moonlight, his body tall in stature. Wearing only a shirt and a swimsuit, he sat there on the warm sands with his arms around his bent knees, staring at the ripples as they slapped one by one against the wet sand. His mind was far away. His thoughts rambling, from life's tiring tribulations of everyday boredom. He dared to not think of his past 40 years, or he would fall into another long emptiness that had become so repetitious to him lately.

His wife of many years was gone, on to a new life, his kids were grown and living for themselves now. He was a solitary man again, with only his thoughts to keep him company.

He watched as the small waves came up endlessly one after the other, never faltering or resting. They made him wonder about his own life and if he was still as vital as he once was. Life was fading into years faster than he knew, and he wasn't ready for his life to be so empty.

The moon moved slowly on its path to morning, but the emptiness stayed with him. It was warm out and he had no intentions of leaving. The solitude was in him this night.

Down the sands was another, smaller silhouette, standing, leaning against a huge Madrona tree trunk. She was a child, just ten years old. She could not see him, and he could not see her, they were both in their own personal worlds, on the same silver sands. Her hair was barely moving in the soft breeze, but it threw a few strands across her eyes, and she reached to brush them aside, and then stood again, leaning back on the trunk. Her soft skin was brown from the summer sun, and her thin blouse, green as the sea, had pearl buttons down the front. She was wearing blue jeans and her leather sandals were in her hands, so her little bare feet could feel the texture of the sands.

Little girl loved the water and the stars and the moonlight, but to be here with her lover would be her greatest dream. Her short life had many bad memories, but still she couldn't help but let herself build on her own fantasies... she had not lost any of her spirit, even though she had lost much of her happiness.

Her lips were slick with a pink gloss and her nails were manicured to match. She bent over and rolled up the cuff to her jeans so she could put her feet in the warm lake waters. She threw her sandals beside the tree and stepped into the water. It felt cold, but refreshing to her. She kicked and splashed smiling at her love for this moment in time. But this was not enough. Her childish sense for adventure soared and she decided to go for a swim... so she took off her jeans, and her panties, and left her blouse on, as it covered her to the thighs.

Walking deeper into the water, the child pulled some of the wetness onto her thighs, shivering at the shock of it on her skin. Goosebumps appeared and she moved deeper into the water, bending and letting it get her blouse wet. She bathed in this luxury, dipping herself in and out until she felt totally soaked, her hair, sticking tight to her neck and back. She was laughing and playing, forgetting that this was a lake and not a private pool.

The man heard her and turned to see what the noise was about. He stood up and walked toward the small child. She was still unaware of anyone, but her occupying this special place. He walked closer and heard that it was a little girl and quickly moved behind a tree so she would not see him. He peered out and watched as she played in the water. He smiled at the thought of watching her and she not knowing. He felt a pang of guilt, but not enough to stop. She still laughed and soon began to sing. Her voice was soft and sweet, and he wondered what made her so happy as he hid behind the tree.

The splashing in the moonlight, threw thousands of ripples to shine in the waters... The little girl began to stand and walk out of the lake. He watched, and wanted to come out and tell her he was there, but he didn't know how so he remained behind the tree for a while longer. She was standing only feet away from him now, and trying to shake some of the water out of her blouse and brushing some of the drops off of her legs.

He could see how small and soft she was and her pre pubescent body was etched perfectly under the wet blouse, her shape beautiful, and still very childlike. Her adolescent curves just beginning to bud, balanced to perfection in the moonlight. The cold from the air brought nipples on her budding breasts alive and he could see the skin rise under the thin material. The child really was a delight to watch, and he was beginning to feel feelings that were hidden within him, come alive.

He wanted to step out and say something, but he didn't know how, or what. So he walked back when she had her back turned and sat again down on the silver sand.

The girl picked up her jeans and sandals, and started walking on the beach, watching the water dance, and thinking about her midnight swim, knowing this might be the last time she could be here this year... and that saddened her.

As she walked, she noticed the man sitting there. He was still and looked sad. She did not want to disturb him... her jeans were in her hand, and even though her blouse covered her to the thighs, she didn't want him to see her. But it was too late. He turned and looked at her, and smiled. He said nothing. She said nothing. He looked back at the water. She looked at him.

She felt that he was lonely and sad, and didn't know why, and wanted to talk, but she didn't know what to say, so she put her jeans down, and her sandals and walked into the water, slowly, knowing his eyes were on her. The ten-year-old child inched out and began splashing drops on her thighs... and throwing handfuls into the air and letting it cascade down her hair and face and neck and her tiny breasts.

The thought of him watching her, put an excitement into this that she had never known in ten years of her life, and she got caught up in the water dance for him... she began to smile and slide her hands down her arms and down her neck and down her waist, and thighs, down the bumps of her small breasts... stopping every once in awhile to smile at her admirer.

He watched, in amazement, not taking time to blink. She began to unbutton the pearls, first the top, then the next and then turning and smiling at him, this alluring sensuous smile that was making him feel young and alive and vivacious. Little girl saw this and could see that she was making him smile and happy and that pushed her into going further, knowing she could do this to a man... a total stranger... it was not a part of her life, but she was doing it and could not stop.

Here she was... letting something exciting in her come out, something that had lived in her dreams, but this was real, and the man was real and she could not stop what she was doing because she was truly enjoying giving him pleasure. It was giving her a satisfaction, a feeling that she had not experienced yet. She was giving of herself, without him taking from her. It was all her desires, and passions flowing into the water, for him to see. Nothing seemed more important at this time than to finish what she had always hoped would come to her life, freedom to give of herself with no reservations or guilty feelings, and no pain or hurt or reasoning, just freedom to be.

The child had no intentions of stopping now. She stepped out of the water and walked to the man, now standing and still smiling. She walked slowly, unbuttoning another button while she was going towards him, stopping just short of his lips. She opened her blouse, just slightly as there were still three buttons to undo. She reached up to his face and brushed his cheek with her fingers, sliding them softly on his skin, noticing how clean shaven he was. His eyes were inviting and his hands made their way to her small face, and touched her hair, pulling the wet strands from her big eyes.

The ten-year-old felt a rush of excitement race through her trembling little body. It was so fierce that she shivered and closed her eyes and began to softly kiss his face and neck, her hands leading her lips... each kiss, tenderly following the last, down to his chest.

He lay down in the silver sands, and she folded in with him, not missing a kiss. His chest was hard and warm, and made her feel so small while passions and desires frantically ran wild within her. It was a new feeling, and it was a strong voracious feeling and she resisted its desire.

Little girl touched his chest with her soft pink tongue, tasting him, kissing him, resting her mouth on his skin. Her lips were soft and sweet and he made small sounds of pent up passion as she circled and kissed and tickled with her tender touches. He ran his fingers through her hair and along her fragile shoulders, and believed he had gone to heaven.

She kissed his stomach and down his sides. Her innocent young mind could not stop, she was giving something that she had always wanted to, and this man was letting her, it was in her to protect this special moment in her mind, one time in a lifetime, and it was hers.

Then she felt his kisses on her thighs and her legs, moving his lips to her inner thighs where he could smell her pre-teen body as it radiated its ecstasy. It was a sweet smell which made him crazy with uncontrollable desires... his body become a roaring fire.

The child's lips made tiny circles on his hardness. She caressed him and put her chin to his soft skin and pulled her cheeks back and forth taking in all the tastes and smells... her breath warm turning to hot, as she inhaled his masculinity. This was too much for her, she took his hardness in her hands and put it to her cheeks, moving up and down, hot skin on her small face, against the hardness... her hands ever so gently touching and holding, feeling everywhere, slowly, and tenderly, lips, moist and taught, resting on the tip, her tongue, moving in lines... across the sensitivity, and over the roundness. Back and forth, and soft and slow and hard and quick, and as she felt this within her loins, that throb with all the sensations she is giving, her young body turns hot and wild and her growing nipples were tingling.

She felt his seed building up and soon washing all over her, as she took him with her lips and in her mouth and surrounded him with all she has, moving with the rhythms... feeling the explosions that are about to come bursting within him and within herself. Her movements, taking him deeper into her cheeks, sucking his essence in and out until he can no longer hold himself, and he pulls the ten-year-old child to him... letting himself gather together before he releases his hot seed too soon inside the little girl's mouth.

He rolled himself over her, and smiled, she in so much lustful passion that she cannot think of anything. He kissed her lips, and her hair and her skin, her neck and shoulders, softly and warming her, moving slowly with his hands, down to her tiny breasts... he moved her silks, still wet from the lake and pressed his hands against her skin, until he felt the child's hard little nipples. The little girl arches with the feeling, the intensity almost too much for her as he unhooked her silks and unbuttoned the bottom three buttons and only then did he see, she had nothing on under the blouse. It made him run his hands over her thighs and tummy and up her sides, until he felt the soft buds, and kissed them, the intensity almost more than she can bear.

He held the child and laid upon her still holding the softness of the tender buds in his mouth, his tongue, playing gently with them. He moved down her tummy and kisses her sides and thighs, and her hairless sex that swelled, oozed and opened from the heated passions and desire of her pre-teen body giving to him. She was uneasy about him kissing her there, but she knows he is gentle and she can't stop herself now, she has come too far. He touched her sex, parting it so slowly, and she tried to feel and not feel, and know and not know, and she didn't stop... but began to have tears from desires and gentleness and the wanting and the passions, and the feelings and the heat and the intensity. But he knew this and continued... slowly... making the little girl's every nerve heat up, and every vessel of blood fill up and every thought fade away, and everything she ever knew become gone and unimportant, and every memory shatter, and all the longing and dreaming, all here, in this soon to be intensity, that she knew is coming from the touches of his lips and tongue on her very inner self. And the intensity is growing, the more he moves, and the more he tastes her ten-year-old body, and it is getting out of control.

The small girl pulls him to herself, and moves with the wind... he following her lead, laying himself on her tiny body. She feels so much that she can't think, and pushes herself into him until she can feel his hardness begin to slide into her, hot and hard and throbbing within her depths, pulling him... pulling, kissing his lips... together, their tongues and lips, tiny breasts and adult hands all connected, and moving together in one song, the hardness still sliding, deep, deeper until it is within the child's very soul, and he is ready to give her himself and all his pent-up passion, the intensity too much for them to hold back. She moves and frees herself... sliding her hips, forcefully, up and down, until all the stars and the skies and the seas and the oceans merge together as one, and the two of them are fire on fire, becoming flames burning with desire, and winds out of control, and one last thrust, making the two of them into one tightly woven passion that will never be the same again.

Their lips, still together, their arms entwined, their fingers touching, lying together, silent but hearts beating. He touches the little girl's hand softly, and rubs her skin tenderly, and looks at her, and smiles.

"I love you, child..." is all he ever spoke to her but his words remained in her memory forever.

The End