Of course that's just trouble waiting to happen for me. I just get so engrossed by the sight of that preteen flesh on display, sweaty, grunting, groaning, that I don't think smartly. I get distracted.
After, I always curse myself, saying what if some girl's father notices me perving on his young, innocent daughter [parents tend to be nearby when I do get to see preteen girls play volleyball], and take matters into his own hands. Or some girl's mother notices me, and gets a Police Officer on my ass. I don't need that shit.
But so far I've been lucky on that track. Like I said, ordinary, average, unnoticed. By adults, and the girls.
By the girls, at least until this time. But again, luck turned out to be on my side.
This girl had to be twelve years old, give or take a year. Very long, light brown hair, in a loose ponytail. Dark eyes [I should know, I saw them real well when she caught me]. Cute, sexy body, mostly hidden under a white, almost long-sleeved Nike volleyball jersey.
But those shorts. Those tight, fucking shorts. Dark blue, digging into the crack between her two firm, well-rounded ass cheeks... I just wanted to reach out and grab them...
My first mistake was that I got too close. There were no parents around, just a preteen girls volleyball team practicing with their female coach. And that woman was too busy blowing her whistle and correcting her girls' way of playing to ever notice me [and she never did].