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Lunch Will Never Be The Same
by Monk (address withheld)
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A normal guy turns voyeur by force. (Mg, extreme-ped,
mast, voy)
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I have been eating lunch at the deli adjacent to my
office building for several months now. There are two
good reasons for this. I need to lose about five pounds,
according to my wife. And it only takes me about three
minutes to walk there. I have a pretty hectic daily
schedule, and don’t like to add an hour and a half to it
by driving somewhere across town to eat, and then having
to work later to make up the loss. It has been working
out great, until last week.
I was sitting at my regular table (I eat after 1 PM, and
normally avoid the noon rush) and reading a little of
the sports page as I ate. I was interrupted from my deep
thought (if you can be in deep thought on the sports
page) by two young ladies coming in with three young
children. The children were of course already ordering
their specialties as they came in, in rather loud
voices. There was a little boy of about 5, and two
girls, one approximately 6, and another of about 8.
I was amused at their enthusiasm of something as mundane
as eating a sandwich. The things that can thrill
children have always intrigued me. We don’t have
children, yet. My wife has her own career, and is very
involved in it, way too involved to stop right now to
rear children. We have discussed children, and decided
we would have the discussion again in a few years. I
have brothers and a sister, and they all have children
already, although I am the oldest. They just decided
they would have their children early, as my little
sister is only 24.
She and her husband decided to have their first right as
she graduated college. She said she would continue her
career after their daughter started kindergarten. That
is cool, I thought. My brothers are 25, and 27,
respectfully. I am now 30. We should approach the
children thing again pretty soon, after watching my
siblings chase and chauffeur their children around.
Looks like it takes a lot of energy to me.
Anyway, back to my lunch interrupters. The little girl
that I took to be 8 walked past my table, and smiled
sweetly as she strolled by. I was taken aback, because
the smile was beamed from lips that showed a pale rose
color lip gloss, and her eyes showed a hint of make-up
as well. I guess mom had let her talk her into putting
on make-up like she did this morning. It was a bit
unusual to see, though. She was also dressed a little
old for her age. She was wearing a very short denim
skirt, a tight white blouse, and shoes with a little
heel to them.
As they went to the counter to order, I went back to my
paper. I was almost finished with lunch and the paper,
and started clearing up my trash when I next noticed the
group. They had settled into a booth across to my left
and up a couple of booths from mine. I noticed the
little make-up girl was staring at me. When I looked up
I was looking straight into those I have to admit,
pretty brown eyes. She gave me another smile, this one
much warmer, and I smiled back.
I was finishing my drink, when I noticed she was looking
right in my eye, and she had her left hand on her right
thigh, as her short skirt had ridden way up when she
sat. As I sat, kind of mesmerized, looking at her, she
started making little circles on her thigh, and going
higher and higher in each sweep. Pretty soon she was
rubbing just below her little white panties, which were
very visible, from my vantage point. These little
panties and the tiny hand playing on that smooth little
thigh had all of a sudden totally caught all of my
attention.
Now I should stop right here and explain something. This
was really weird for me, as I have never had any
thoughts about young children in such a way. My wife and
I have a very active sex life, occasionally role
playing, even going so far as to get into a little
public play, from time to time. I have always had a very
healthy sex life, as well, even in college, when my time
was strained. Being in engineering school is pretty
full-time study. But I always managed to keep a lady or
two interested enough to be accessible.
But for some reason, this little girl had my full
attention. She was looking straight into my eyes the
whole time, sipping on her drink with her right hand,
and steadily sweeping her left hand around on that
tender looking little thigh, and by now actually
touching the crotch of her little panties. And for some
reason, I couldn’t seem to look away. All I could do was
move my gaze from her crotch to her eyes. She had such a
look of pure joy in them at what she was doing, I just
couldn’t break away.
As I sat and watched, I was trying to be as cool about
it as possible, as her mom and the other lady were
sitting right there, too. Her mom, who was also facing
me, was chattering endlessly to the other woman who had
her back to me. It didn’t seem that they were paying me
or the children any mind at all.
After checking on the adults, I looked back at the
little girl. She was now showing a very slight smile.
When I looked back down at her now-spread legs, she had
slipped her index finger under the leg band of her
panties, and was running it up and down her little slit.
I couldn’t believe this.
I was feeling a little flushed, and I was sure everyone
in the place had to hear my heart pounding. What in the
world was happening to me? I was totally out of control
of my senses, for some strange and unknown reason. I
should have gotten up and thrown my trash on my way out
the door. Any other time in my life, if this had
happened, that is exactly what I would have done.
Something completely alien to me was in control of my
thoughts and actions.
This little elf of a female was now slowly strumming her
slit, and I clit, I could tell, as nonchalantly as if
she was eating a cookie. Her finger was clearly visible
under her panties as it made a very identifiable bulge
in the tight little patch, as they were stretched across
her crotch with her legs spread as they were. She was
now really going at it, and her legs started jerking
quite visibly.
I grabbed my paper and picked it up in front of me, so I
would be prepared to cover my eyes from her mother’s
gaze. I was sure she was going to notice all the
commotion going on right next to her pretty soon.
Somehow she was so totally engrossed in her conversation
with the other woman, she wasn’t at all aware of her
little girl so actively masturbating at her left elbow.
She may not have been aware, but I damn sure was. I was
rock-hard and trying to keep from making a mess in my
trousers as this little one was surely bringing herself
quickly to the point of release no farther than ten feet
from my face.
I might have been imagining it, but I was sure I could
smell the nectar that little quim was pouring out right
now. I sat and stared at that little finger, and when I
was sure this was about to be over, she did something I
was totally NOT prepared for. She reached down with her
drinking hand, and pulled those soft little cotton
panties to the side, and I was looking straight into a
slick, visibly wet, bald little pussy.
I noticed a guy coming to the door, and as he entered
she pulled her hand away, and straightened her skirt
back to its’ fullest possible length. Even though she
still wasn’t fully covered, she wasn’t on total display
as before. When I saw the guy who had entered walking
past us from the counter, she just smiled at me and
began munching lazily on her sub, with the very hand
that had just been exploring that little honey-pot below
the table.
As we sat there, glancing at each other, she was always
smiling. It was a little mischievous smile, like she was
having a lot of fun punishing me this way. At that
moment, she could have done whatever she wished with me,
as I had lost all willpower to do anything other than
sit in her absolute control.
As I said earlier, I had been exposed to little girls,
and their sexual organs. I have seen my sister change
her daughter. I have even bathed my brother’s little
girl when my wife and I baby-sat on occasion. But I want
to assure you of one thing. Those little vaginas DID NOT
look anything like this one. This one was now red, wet
and glistening, and actually looked like it was
vibrating from the strong attention it was receiving.
She was working her little finger around the top, where
her clit would someday be visible. She would take it and
run it down to where the entrance of her sex would
someday open and show the tender pink of the inner
peddles. For now it was puffy, and frothing, but still
the lips were so tiny, they were no more than little
ridges of skin. It was like the other little ones I had
seen, in that manner. But definitely in no other. It was
a volcano of pleasure that was about to erupt from the
masterful attention it was receiving.
My breath was coming in gasps, and my temples were
pounding with the pressure of my blood roaring through
them. I had already given up on the possibility of
containing my own explosion, and had decided to just
keep the paper to hold in front of me as I exited the
restaurant. I was going to have to go home and change. I
was going to have to work a little late to make up for
that.
I was going to have to make sure I disposed of these
trousers before my wife found them when she gathered
them for the cleaners. I was going to have to cover
myself someway when I got home, if any of my neighbors
were out. I was going to have to do all kinds of things
to correct my situation from where I was at right now.
But I didn’t care about any of that stuff. All I cared
about right now was seeing those beautiful little lips,
and those beautiful little eyes, and those beautiful
thighs quake and shake as she got off. Damn! What was
wrong with me? What the hell could have taken me over so
completely and so quickly?
As all of this was running through my mind, those little
fingers were running through that little slit, around
and around on the little invisible nubbin. Up and down
the little split of flesh. Tentatively in and out of the
little hole. Over and over until at last it was upon
her! Her little mouth screwed up into a pucker. Her
little knees jerked and twitched. Her stomach was
spasming, and her little butt was crunching back and
forth in the seat. And I was right there with her. I was
dumping a load of cum in my shorts like I hadn’t had any
kind of sex in weeks. We were sitting looking squarely
in each others’ eyes, and it was almost like we were
having sex it was so strong.
It seemed to go on and on. I didn’t know how much more I
could take of this. I was having a hard time breathing.
I was beginning to feel like I was going to pass out. I
was actually slumping down in my seat from the
exhaustion.
Finally, she let out a sigh, and slipped her hands out
from under her skirt. She had never taken her eyes from
mine, and just now, she broke into a broad, full smile,
and winked at me. How far beyond her years was this
little girl, right then? Possibly 10, or 15, even. She
was creating an air of being a fully sexually mature
woman, instead of tiny slip of the woman to one day be.
I slid back in my seat, and tried to calm down so my
breath would come back. I knew I was going to have to
get up and leave very soon. If I didn’t, I was going to
have an embarrassing mess on the front of me to try to
cover as I left.
Just as I was about to get enough strength to get up and
leave, her mom leaned over and whispered something to
her. My little minx slid out of the booth and stood
beside it as her mom got up and walked straight over to
my table. My heart almost stopped as I didn’t know what
she was about to say to me, but I could guess it
wouldn’t be good. Not after what I had just done with
her 8 year old daughter!
Imagine my surprise when she leaned over and said softly
to me, “If you really enjoyed that as much as it looked
like you did, call me.” As she said this, she slid a
card under my hand with a phone number on it.
I jerked at her remark and her touch, jumped up and
hastily exited my booth, almost running as I left.
To be continued?
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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