My 11-year-old friend Pam called me one afternoon after school and asked if I wanted to meet her at the mall and drive all the older guys crazy. Of course, I said yes! She told me to put on my sexiest little schoolgirl outfit (plaid skirt, white blouse & knee socks) and get there as soon as I could.
I loved this particular game of ours, even though I’d just turned 12 and was supposedly old enough to know better.
Anyway, I put on my little-girl plaid skirt, pulled my hair into a quick ponytail, put a band-aid on my knee, and fifteen minutes later I was sitting beside her at a round table in the middle of the food court at Southland Mall, looking about ten years old. I had boobs, but they were only a couple of little speed-bumps with pink nipples the size of quarters, so they were almost unnoticeable under my top.
Pam, a tiny brunette who looked even younger because she was only 4’2” and 80 pounds, had two large shopping bags at her feet, positioned to block the view under the table from most of the crowd. She sat eating nachos as if nothing in the world was going on, but her slim legs were spread apart, her short skirt hiked up even shorter on her bare thighs, and I knew from experience she wasn’t wearing underwear. One of her small hands rested casually in her lap.
Her target was obvious to me right away:
BODY:
…a good-looking older guy in his 40’s sitting with his wife and two young children, but with an unobstructed view of Pam’s little act under the table. The guy kept glancing over as if he was merely looking around, but he couldn’t stop looking between Pam’s legs.
Pam started talking to me as if she were suddenly very interested in something I had to say, but she was already shaky with excitement at showing her wide-open pink cunt to a complete stranger.
While we talked (and using me as one more way to block the view from the rest of the crowd), she slid her hand under her skirt, slipped a finger into her cunt and slowly started to masturbate, spreading the outer lips of her pussy wetly open for him as she did. She did this without changing expression or giving any outward indication that she was doing it.
It was as if the older guy was suddenly being electrocuted, so acutely did he stiffen in his seat when her fingers actually opened her pussy! He looked quickly away, but then back, as if he couldn’t decide what to do or where to look! He also couldn’t tell if Pam was showing her cunt on purpose, or if he was just the luckiest son of a bitch in the world, watching a horny pre-teen masturbate who had no idea anyone could see her!
It became obvious, without hearing a word of their conversation, that his wife and children wanted to continue shopping. But the man, his attention riveted on Pam’s private parts, could not be persuaded to even stand up, much less leave the table.
With her fingers manipulating herself, Pam said to me, “I’m holding my cunt open for him!”
“I know,” I said. “It’s driving him crazy.”
Her bare knee touched mine. She pressed her knee tighter against mine, knowing he could see that, too, then asked me, “Kim, are you wearing panties?”
By way of an answer, I pressed my knee back against hers.
“No, and I’m sitting so he can see my pussy, too,” I told Pam. “You get me so excited doing this – I’m dripping wet! Will you help me when I need to come?”
“I’ll make you come so hard, we’ll both melt,” she promised.
A moment later, an argument was in progress at the other table, but the man wouldn’t budge – he was barely able to look away from between Pam’s legs long enough to discuss it. Finally, his wife and children stormed away, leaving him. From where we sat, even I could see the bulge in his pants he was trying to hide.
“Do you want to really get him excited?” Pam asked. “Like, get him all crazy?”
And Pam’s small hand left her own pussy and moved towards mine – when her slippery fingers found my bare leg under the table, I tensed with the dirty excitement of it, then slid forward on the seat to give her better access. The feel of her moist fingers moving up my inner thigh, under my plaid skirt and towards my cunt, caused me to catch my breath. But I continued pretending to talk to Pam about school, books, boyfriends, whatever, keeping up this fake conversation even when her fingertips found their way into me.
Pam deftly separated the slippery lips of my cunt and probed beneath the little fleshy hood that covered my already-at-attention clit. I jerked when her fingertips enclosed that most sensitive little piece of me, trying to remain calm and normal-appearing to all the people nearby, but when she pulled at it gently, I trembled so noticeably that the drink I had picked up in front of her spilled on the table.
“God, I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’d go get a napkin to clean that up, but I think you’re going to make me come right now!”
And, of course, she did, and I did, and I think even the guy watching so intently he appeared to have stopped breathing, did, because all of us kind of settled down after that, even when we finally went out to the parking lot and took turns sucking his cock in the backseat of his car while his wife and kids continued to blissfully shop, shop, shop…
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