“Take off your panties,” I ordered.

 She straightened, then slowly hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her underwear. She looked around, her eyes wide and anxious. If she was looking for someone to save her, she was disappointed. It was like we were the only two people in the world.

Mish slid her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them.

She had a narrow waist, taut belly, long, lean thighs and legs. And between those skinny legs was a wildly full bush of bright-toned, flame-colored pubes, reaching to the tops of her thighs, surrounded a puffy-lipped, bright pink pussy that sported a long, slender clitoris wrapped up in a coral-colored hood. Succulent labia bulged through her thick, hair-lined vulvae like a little prairie dog in the American heartland.

I was dizzy with desire. I had never seen a pussy so fresh, so young. “Very fucking nice,” I said.

 She looked embarrassed again, even humiliated, so brazenly exposed in public, with a stranger, with a man old enough to be her father, this dirty old pervert I now was.

I wondered if she was aroused as well. Her nipples certainly attested to that possibility, stiff and hard and poking through her top.

“Come here, Mish,” I said. I backed up and stood beside the low hood of my car. The little redhead virgin approached me, leaving her clothes behind as she stepped forward timidly. Even with the dim light, her bright orange pubes glowed ethereally like spirits in the void.

Her eyes wide and round. I had the feeling I was about to defile innocence personified. The idea made my cock pulse. Did she really take it up her little asshole like she said, or was that a bluff?

“Unbutton my slacks,” I ordered.

Mutely, dutifully, Mish reached for my pants. She undid my belt, pulled on the button of my slacks. She tugged down my zipper without my having to tell her. My slacks fell around my ankles, leaving me in my boxers.

My dick pushing against my boxers, forming a noticeable bulge.

“Get on your knees, virgin,” I said. “Pull my shorts down.”

Had she never sucked dick, too?  She was, after all, a geeky, skinny little girl, whose only selling feature was the fact that she was a natural redhead. She had almost nothing in the way of tits, and I could imagine her being called “beanpole” her whole life. She might have felt alienated, withdrawn, and avoided boys altogether. So it was not such a stretch to believe she was a virgin. Nor was it to hard to think that she had never touched, nor even tasted, a cock before. Still, perhaps eagerly, Mish pulled my shorts down, gasping loudly as my dick sprang out toward her like Jack out of his box, fully engorged at its eight-inch length.

The little redhead stared at my penis in wonder, shock, and fascination. Her mouth hung open.