The Girl at The Rodeo

I live in the Western USA. It's a region where rodeo is one of the top sports. There are events for both guys and girls. They're all very athletic and fun to watch. I took my girls to one of these events. There was a carnival with lots of thrilling rides, greasy food and cheap toys to "win" at various games. I bought armbands for both of the girls, ensuring they would be able to ride the rides and have fun with their friends while I shopped the vendors, looking for nothing in particular. Later in the afternoon, I was feeling hot and ready for a break. I found a rest area, bought a bottle of Gatorade and sat to enjoy people watching, my second favorite sport. At the table next to mine, a group of women and girls gathered for a break. One of the moms was looking pretty dehydrated and tired. One of her friends bought Gatorade for her rehydration and she sat in the shade, sipping her drink. I was totally sympathetic with her plight, working on my second drink. I was beginning to feel more human and began to pay more attention to the rest of their group. They were moms and cute teens, dressed in western style, the latter exuding the energy I love so much in my own girls. One in particular caught my eye. A rather tall, lithesome girl who wore cowgirl boots, a lacy top and a very short, very full light blue chambray skirt. She was moving continually, talking with her friends, looking to her mom, now recovering from the heat. As she moved and turned, her little skirt teased me with almost glimpses of her uppermost thighs. She bent over to get something out of her purse, her back toward me. I had a brief look at her cute little butt surrounding the string of her thong, so tantalizing, until she stood up again, hiding her little panties from view. That glimpse was just enough for me, though. My imagination was fired up, thinking of this very pretty girl. At 5'10" or so, her face was that of a model, her gorgeous curled hair hanging past her shoulders. I realized she couldn't be more than 16 years old, possibly less. I have no doubt she'll attract the attention of all of the boys and men who see her. Most of the girls, too, I'd bet. Modeling agencies are likely to be banging on the door to offer her contracts if they haven't already. She was just that pretty. I realized I was very attracted to her. She'd done nothing to incite anything whatsoever, other than being a cute teen girl. She was not at all trying to be seductive. She was just naturally pretty and my panties were definitely moistening. I had to do something about this, so I left the shelter and found a ladies' room where I could have a moment in a stall to take care of myself. The image of this tall, lithe girl moved in my mind, smiling and laughing, turning to make her skirt fly out just a little bit, teasing a woman old enough to be her mother, inspiring images of this old woman hiking up her skirt, pulling her panties aside and rubbing, then licking her hard clitoris to a quiet, shuddering orgasm. After my peak, I licked my juice off of my fingers and straightened my own skirt and panties. I saw the group had moved away from the rest area. I was disappointed not to get just one more glimpse of that day's wet dream, but it was for the best. I was just in time to reach our meeting place and to take my girls for a supper of turkey legs and funnel cakes. I know I won't forget this girl. I was sad I'd neglected to take a quick photo of her, but her image remains tittilating my memory and providing fuel for some nice jilling to come.