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He was used to standing for hours without shifting from foot to foot, as a disciplined soldier and the current bodyguard of one of the leaders of the trade union should, but something was driving him crazy. It wasn't the tedious narrative from a sheet of paper about the results of the past campaign, which is read out by his employer and the politician himself, it wasn't the tired, bored faces in the hall, and it wasn't the twenty degree heat outside when he was wearing a blue military uniform, oh no... His eyes couldn't tear himself away from the little girl's legs in the front row. She was wearing patent neat little shoes and those damn white with black garters stockings. She and her less cute friend were talking quietly about something. Despite their status as parents, children were still children and they couldn't sit silently in a stuffy meeting. The girl in stockings was his employer's niece, he remembered that well. The old man tries to carry her everywhere with him, afraid that something will happen to her. And rightly so. Trying to stare as little as possible, he watched the girl swing her legs back and forth in a cute and childlike way, as if she wanted to attract attention. But looking around at the other guests, the second bodyguard standing to the left of the elderly politician, the man realizes that the child bothers only him.
After another minute and a half, the baby throws her leg over his, in typical feminine fashion, as a lady should. This opens up a view of the white hemline of her dress, which bare her legs even more, revealing a view of her thighs. He feels his cock pulling on the fabric of the tight pants, which makes him feel bitter as well as pleased. How he wishes now he could rub his cock against her tiny foot, how he wishes he could take that little swagger he can't sit still.
After the meeting he will inform the girl's uncle that the sight of his niece may provoke unkind thoughts in outsiders.