“That’s so sweet!” I said from up-close beside Bambi. Both girls acknowledged my presence by shooting a startled look in my direction. Bambi looked particularly startled. Her beautiful blue eyes flashed at me almost indignantly. I guess she got a fair share of guys hitting on her.
Anyway, I was deliberately looking her up and down like I wanted to eat her raw. I got a good eyeful of the valley between her pert young boobs, then I gazed admiringly down her torso, all the way down her gorgeous, tan legs and back again. I really let her know I was shamelessly checking out her body.
“I beg your pardon?” Bambi demanded, perhaps a tad intimidated by my obvious remark about her generous female physique.
I pointed to the chocolate bar in her hand.
“That’s so sweet!’, I repeated nonchalantly, “I mean, you’ve got a terrific figure. Here’s what I think you should choose.” I kept eye contact with her as I crouched down to scoop up a candy bar from the bottom shelf. I could sense the other young girl already had me labeled as creepy old bastard numero-uno, but I couldn’t help that. Bambi, on the other hand, had actually giggled at the almost bawdy complement I’d given her so I felt a little relieved and encouraged by that.
I feigned interest in a candy bar I’d picked out for a moment. As the girls looked quizzically back and forward, between each other and back down at me. Still crouching low beside Bambi’s curvaceous, tawny legs, I swiveled my head up, as if to look her in the eye again.
However, instead of looking her in the eye, I just gazed penetratingly, as far up her short mini-skirt hem as I could see. At the level I was at, my face was almost parallel with her sweet young crotch. I could see it all. She had a lovely plump pubic mound and hips, stretched over by the sheer white fabric of her flimsy little panties. I could make out the camel-toe of her horny young cunt at the fork between her lovely, full-swept thighs. It was a delicious sight. I wanted to burry my head between her luscious legs and suck her hot young cunt into my greedy mouth right then and there. I could feel my old-fella start to stiffen in my undies at the stimulating thought.
Meanwhile, I was keeping a part of my mind concentrated on timing. I waited, staring at her privates as long as I could, I had to know there was no doubt Bambi knew I was burning holes in her panties with my lusty gaze, but the moment I sensed her start to withdrawal I acted;
“Hmmm. This is really good!” I tried to make my voice sound sexy. I kept my eyes glued on her panty covered cunt as I jiggled a caramel filled chocolate bar in my hand.
“I bet its all sticky and gooey inside!” I stated matter-of-factly. I only waited a split second for what I’d said to resonate, then I stood quickly and offered Bambi the alternate chocolate bar.
“Oh, no thanks.” She giggled, she probably decided she must have misunderstood my intensions. Still. I took it as a very good sign. She hadn’t run off. I’d been pretty damn forward as far as she could see and yet I hadn’t made other shoppers notice my obvious flirting.
The other young girl tugged at Bambi’s elbow and suggested the girls had to both go and get something else from another isle.
“Well, you go then!” Bambi told her young friend,
“I’m still making up my mind here!”
The young scrawny blond girl gave me a filthy look and skulked off to some other shopping-lane.
“Your the baker aren’t you?” Bambi asked, “You work just next door here don’t you?” She had a lovely sweet young voice. It made me smile like the devil to think how she would sound whispering dirty words in my ear as I fucked her sweet young pussy good and hard for her. I shook off the thought and answered;
“Yep, That’s me. I’m Mike. Mike Parker. I remember you to. What’s your name?” I reached out and took her hand, she hadn’t offered it, but she didn’t pull it away as I shook her hand.
“Brianna, Brianna Banks.” She giggled.
“I’ve seen you and your mom in the bakery.” I told her, “She’s lovely your mom is. How’s she going? ” I asked. My mind was racing. I virtually never even spoke to girls of Brianna’s age. I strained to think of what I could say. I didn’t even know where any of this would lead, or even IF it would lead anywhere. But hell. I was talking to this beautiful, sexy, hot little thing and remembering the luscious scene beneath her mini-skirt just then. So I would be damned if I was going to walk away, unless I could tell she wanted me to. To be honest. I was cunt-struck in lust with the young girl at that moment.
“Yeah, Mom’s ok.” Brianna replied. The way she sort of sighed and shifted her weight from one curvy hip to the other and started twirling her hair again, spoke volumes to me. I instantly imagined Brianna’s poor parents worried sick about their buxom daughter. Probably, they worried every minute of the day about where she was. Who she was with. Probably they laid down the law to her pretty regularly. You keep away from dirty old men! I could hear them berating her in my guilty imagination.
“Cool! I said, “I remember she’s a very beautiful woman” I exaggerated my consideration. “I think your prettier though from memory”
I noticed her eyes kind of twinkle a little as I shamelessly looked her up and down again, like I wanted to fuck her brains out. All green lights still, I decided.
“I see you pretty often, you live close by here? ” I asked, desperate to keep the momentum of the conversation going.
“Yeah, I can walk. Or I ride my bike sometimes, Its only like, ten minutes, to my place from here.” She explained.
Then, just as we were about to experience an awkward pause due to my running out of conversation. Brianna’s young blond girlfriend returned. She looked pissed-off to see a dirty old bastard was still chatting her underage girlfriend up in public.
“Who’s your friend?” I asked, smiling and nodding at the other girl as she scowled at me suspiciously.
“Oh, this is Caitlin, she’s my best friend!” Brianna gestured candidly toward the scrawny waif.
“Cool. Do you both go to school around here?” I asked, hoping I could gage their general ages, at least roughly, by their answer.
“We’re both in year eight!” Caitlin interjected quickly. I got the feeling she wanted to make it very clear I was to old to be chatting up her sexy young friend. I also felt a giddy rush of guilt. Year Eight! Brianna couldn’t be older than fourteen. I saw newspaper headlines flash in my imagination, Police Seek Old Pervert!
‘We gotta go now Bri. C’mon. Lets go!” Caitlin was pulling at her friends elbow again. I sensed a reluctance to leave in Brianna’s curvy body language, but she seemed resigned to go anyway.
“Ok. Well, I better go now. Nice to meet you Mr. Parker.”
“Mike!” I reminded her. “And your Bri right?”
“Yep, see ya!” The girls turned and walked of towards an express lane. I followed immediately. I noticed a little tension in Brianna’s posture when she realized I was still walking along with her, and perhaps a little hostility towards me from her meddling little friend.