GM Lunch

I sip my beer, enjoying a lazy lunch at my favorite cafe.

"My mum's 36 and I'm 11. She was 25 when I was born", says the blonde, adjusting her pony tail with a slight movement of her head. She resumes licking on a popsticle.

This sounds like an interesting conversation... Passing me, carrying the ice creams, she looked a bit younger. Her t-shirt betrayed no hint of breasts, the lovely roundness of her behind safely hidden in tight green shorts.

"My mum is 31 and I'm 12. She was 19 when I was born", says the brunette, slowly licking another spoonful of vanilla ice cream.
I want to die, and be instantly reincarnated as that ice cream, to meet my destiny on her pink tongue!

She swallows and sighs of contentment. I briefly let my eyes follow the ice cream downwards. Small breasts, a hint of nipples through the fabric of her t-shirt, flat tummy, a short skirt, tanned legs, sandal-covered feet. I admire her gold ankle bracelet, when she continues:

"My daddy is 40. He was 28 when I was born."
"Oh, wow! Was he robbing the cradle, or what?"

The blonde gets a playful slap on the wrist, and they burst out laughing.

"Mum likes them old. So do I. Older guys are more mature..."

I straighten up, trying to act my age.

"... and sexy!"

The conversation is drowned in giggles, as I fight a losing battle not to choke on my beer. I cough and cough. Miniature explosions, surely they must have given me away. Having finally cleared my throat, I resume my longing admiration.

She eats a few spoonfuls, licking her lips. They whisper and giggle. I catch the word "watch" in the breeze. She stops eating, shifts slightly and nods. Catches my eyes with her green gaze, and nods again. I look down.

Her legs are slightly open. She spreads them even more. Panties. White wonderfully tight bikini panties, leaving just her sanctum sanctorum to the imagination.

My cell-phone rings, interrupting my worshipful awe. Duty calls. I give the girls a last smile before leaving, somewhat worried about my anatomical state. By the look in their eyes they don't mind at all - thank heaven for girls!