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.

The blood was rushing through my head so fast I could hardly see or hear as I hastily left the restaurant. I stumbled along almost in a daze as I headed to the gym where I had clean clothes in my locker. I had really made a mess in these. I was now very thankful I had joined and had the presence of mind to store extra clothes there for just such an emergency. Although at the time I was planning for unforeseen accidents at work like spilled toner or at my desk, not like cumming in my pants while watching such a young girl masturbate in public. I could have never in my wildest dreams planned for this one.

I went back to work that day and tried to forget about what had happened, to no avail. I would be in mid-thought about some contract issue or another, and there would be those beautiful little eyes, and lips, both sets, flashing across my mind. I had to get a hold on myself.

For the next couple of weeks I had to really focus to get past that point, and back to a normal routine. Needless to say, I had to find a new place to eat lunch. It was on the first day of the third week that I was sitting eating at my new spot that I started to ponder the remarks the young woman had made as she slid the card under my hand. It sounded like an invitation of sorts, to continue the event to some other stage. I had shoved the card in my locker when I was changing, and decided to pick it up after lunch, just in case.

I returned to my desk, with the card in hand, and placed in it my top drawer, and for some reason, I locked it for the first time since starting here almost four years ago. Guilt, perhaps?

I thought about calling the number many times, always finding some good reason not to. When my wife told me on Wednesday that she was going to Florida to spend the week with her mother, I started hatching a plan to do a little investigating the possibilities the phone number may hold. Certainly I thought of the many negative ones. The legal ones I reassured myself past, as I had really done nothing illegal, at this point anyway, to have to worry about. The others were personal reasons, and although my wife and I had what I considered to be a great sex-life, I could clearly remember how hard I had cum while watching the show the little girl was putting on, and I had nothing that compared with it in any of my past sexual experiences. Like I said, not what I had intended when I went to lunch that fateful day, but too intrigued now not to at least see where this would go.

I waited patiently for my wife to get off on her trip on Friday, and sat down in my study and made the call I had been both looking forward to and dreading so greatly. When the soft voice answered the phone, I immediately knew it was the little girl, or at least one of the little girls I had seen that day. Maybe it was just I wanted it to be her, that I made myself "know" it was her.

I asked to speak to Adrian, as that was the name scripted under the number on the card. In a few seconds, an adult voice asked who was calling. I told her I had been in the deli a few weeks ago and she had laid the card on my table as I left. She asked again if I had enjoyed what I had seen, and after gulping a few times, with sweat breaking out on my brow, I asked what I thought should be the proper response, "was she a cop or affiliated with law enforcement in any way?" She laughed for a few seconds and then replied, "No, not a cop or working with them in any way."

Having now what I felt was a green light, I told her I had indeed enjoyed seeing what I did, and had not been able to get it out of mind since. She told me that was not unusual, that Heather (her daughter, I would soon learn) had a way of making sure no one could ever forget seeing her pleasure herself. She said she genuinely enjoyed doing it so much, it always came off (pun intended?) as something beautiful and yet savage at the same time. She then asked me if I would like to meet somewhere to discuss the possibilities of things to come I had now shown an interest in. I again hesitated for a moment, and she felt that hesitation and told me "You can meet me in a crowded public place, and I will leave Carla with my sister so as not to distract you." After hearing this, I agreed, and a meeting was arranged for 8 PM that night.

I was like a schoolboy going on his first date. Running around throwing clothes on and off, wanting to make just the right impression. I shaved twice, having forgotten I had already done it, and finally decided on very casual dress, locked the house, and jumped in the car. I was speeding off to what I did not know, but speeding nonetheless. I had to keep reminding myself to slow down or I would end up in jail instead of at the coffee house across town as we had agreed.

Once I got there, I had to force myself out of the car and into the front door. I was looking for the young lady with the yellow scarf around her neck. Ahhh, there she was. I casually, (or as close to that as I could manage at this point) strolled over to her table and she immediately asked me to join her. When I sat, she said she had waited until I got there to order, so pick whatever I liked. I told the waiter what I wanted after she had, and as soon as he was out of ear shot, she asked me simply did I enjoy photography and maybe videography. I told her I had enjoyed both very much when in college, but hadn't spent much time doing either lately due to work and such.

She then asked me if I would enjoy filming her daughter doing what she had done before, maybe more, and taking pictures of the same. I thought for a second, and she began to tell me how this could work. Needless to say, I became all ears........