A Lucky Encounter

It was spring. Just after lunch, downtown was very warm, lively, noisy, full of a bustling crowd, and traffic jams were serious. Tom had managed to grab a taxi on his way to the office where he was a minor executive, but he wondered now if on foot he wouldn't get there sooner. The crawling pace and frequent stops made for lots of looking around, especially his favourite pastime, girl watching. He gazed with mounting delight at the numerous women on the sidewalk, so lightly and delectably clad: secretaries and shop girls, young things and ripe housewives, schoolgirls... He was a horny guy all year round, but in early spring his hormones acted up wildly and he always had a very disquieting time of it.

The cabbie, a man in his late twenties, had been watching him amusedly through his rear-view mirror; he quite understood what happened with his passenger. He made a light comment over a particularly attractive girl crossing the street and Tom promptly breathed, "Yeah, isn't she exquisite!" He said that, exquisite, with such longing lust that the cabbie ventured a cruder remark, "Oh, check that ass on her, wouldn't you love to squeeze it? - Oh yeah, man, good enough to bite, that!" - And before you could say 'sex' the two men were enthusiastically commenting on the women around, their remarks becoming more and more candid. Both found almost at once a very congenial atmosphere of lustful hunger in the other that gave swift impulse to their equally licentious natures, and soon their talk was peculiarly hoarse and rather breathless, while the light bantering and laughing off-hand remarks they at first affected were replaced by a no-pretences language; it was clear they were very similar in propensities, and the sexual excitement inside that car was becoming electric. At first surreptitiously, then more openly, both were touching their rapidly growing lumps under their pants as they talked.

"Ow, shit!" - mumbled the cabbie - "I could use jerking off right now! Hem, sorry. But looking at all these girls and talking with you like that... Do you, hem, do you do it?"

"What... jerk off? You kidding? Is the Pope Catholic? Sure, man, every single day; and more than once, especially at this time of the year! I would also love to do it right now... Hey, just look at that li'l blonde over there!"

"Oh, shit!... That schoolgirl, you mean? Oh, how I would touch her all over, I could eat her, look at these little tits, and her thighs!... To put my hand under that short skirt would be heaven!"

They panted lewdly, glazedly watching the delights around and absently fingering their rock-hard cocks through their pants. They were soul-mates in desire.

A little further on a very young schoolgirl, twelve at the most, a stunningly beautiful little girl, crossed in front of the stopped car and Tom looked at her open-mouthed. The cabbie noticed and commented guardedly, "Oh, isn't she a future wonder, she's going to be a real beauty!"

"Not 'future', man!" - protested Tom, with more ardour he intended to - "Hell, she's wonderful to me right as she is now!..."

There was that in his voice that was full of meanings; after a bewildered silence the cabbie stared at him and licked his lips. "You... you really mean that?"

"Do I!" - murmured his passenger, then he caught himself and laughed it off. - "Hey, now you'll think I am a pervert, won't you?"

"Not me. I'll tell you, I... I feel the same." - Through the rear-view mirror he noticed the other man was now transfixed, staring at something with open mouth and lust-glazed eyes and following his gaze he was stunned to see two little girls, 7 or 8 years-old, nearby laughing and eating ice cream cones; their light dresses were cute and very short, showing their lovely legs and thighs almost to their little panties, a delicious vision. He felt a kind of blow in the guts, My God!, and had to breath very deep. They both stared bug- eyed at the little beauties for several seconds, not moving, then their eyes meet at the mirror; just for a moment, but a decisive moment: for both of them knew right then with total certainty what they shared; they recognized each other.

"Like them?" - whispered the cabbie.

Tom was about to deny it, to say something in joking dismissal - but he failed miserably and he shrugged and assented curtly; there was no need to say anything, for everything was clear in his face.

"You like little girls..." - breathed the taxi man, as if it was a marvellous revelation. - "God, I do too!"

"They drive me crazy" - confessed Tom in a low voice.

"Me too." - said the cabbie again, with awe - "I had never actually met anybody like me... I thought I was sick and that just me..."

"Oh, no!" - Tom laughed shortly, not removing his eyes of the lovely pair till they were not seen anymore - "Well..., sick maybe, but certainly not the only one!"

For a while they didn't talk anymore, slowly cruising through the traffic jam, panting audibly, ogling at this girl or that, occasionally groaning longingly. For, you see, when people like them first meet is like finding a long-lost brother; just the fact of having for once someone with whom you can openly talk about such dark, powerful and carefully kept secrets is a real wonder, and a treat.

"Joe." - said the cabbie suddenly, turning to look at his passenger.

"Tom." - he answered, and smilingly they shook hands.

"Fancy meeting like that. I've always wanted to have someone to talk about this, you know... Do you really like 'em as much as I do?"

"Probably more. I don't remember a time when I didn't get horny about them."

"Oh, boy! That's swell!" - They grinned widely at each other.

"Listen, Joe. I'm on my way to work now, but if I don't make it today it's no big deal. I'm going right crazy and if I don't have a girl soon I'll have a heart attack, yeah, don't laugh, I'm serious. Do you know someplace around here, you know, where we can go and grab a couple of girls? If you want to, of course - my treat, man."

"Shit, that's great of you! Yeah, sure, there are several massage parlours and such around here and we... But wait..." - he frowned and looked at Tom through the mirror - "Well, I have another idea..." - he said hesitantly - "But I don't know if you'll want."

"Shoot, man."

"We don't know each other, but we have confessed the most secret thing there is, right? For myself, I've never dreamed I would actually tell that to anybody."

"Yeah, so?" - said Tom, warily.

"I think I trust you. I will take you some place; it will be... different, and you'll have a nice surprise. Bear with me, Okay?"

He took a turn at the next corner, expertly dodging cars, and drove for some time well away from downtown. They kept silent. After a while they were at a quiet middle-class residential street, bordered by trees and with unpresumptuous but comfortable looking houses. After a curve there was a long two-storied red brick building, unmistakably a school: Roseland Girls Academy, in big bronze letters in the front. Joe pointed to it silently and drove on; right past it there was a two-storied white frame house, very nice-looking. He stopped at its car drive, fished a key, opened wide the front door and invited his passenger to come in. It was a good, cosy, clean and bright place, quite adequately furnished.

"My place. I live alone here. Come this way."

He led Tom upstairs, then down a short corridor with rooms at each side to a closed room at the far end. It was a small catch-all kind of place, dusty and half full with the things you'd expect there: a broken chair, an old bicycle, cardboard boxes, stacks of old books and magazines, a crate of tools, some cans of paint, and so on. At the back wall there was a tall, ordinary-looking wooden placard which Joe unlocked. Tom was startled: inside there were not the shelves or drawers you would expect, but another door, a plain wood door. To open it Joe made a strange thing: in the wall by the placard there was a normal-seeming light switch and he slid aside the plastic cover off it, revealing underneath a small keyboard with a tiny red light; he quickly punched a series of numbers and a dry solid double click sounded behind the inner door, while the small light changed to green. The man pushed the door silently open. It was no ordinary door, that one: behind the concealing plain wood there was thick solid metal and you could see the rods of a locking system similar to a safe's.

"Without the right code you'd have to virtually demolish the house to enter here. My dad built it, among many other things... Come in." - then he looked seriously at Tom - "You are the very first stranger to see this room, ever."

It was a medium sized room with no windows; it was lit by several spotlights and it had a good ventilating system, for the air didn't feel stuffy. At one side there was an ample bed with big cushions, a small side table with a stack of magazines and stuff on it, bookcases full of CDs and videotapes, a solid looking metal locker; on the wall in front of the bed there was a huge flat video screen, and a smaller projection screen The place was fairly cluttered with gadgets, Tom recognized a professional-looking video camera on a tripod, and a lot of electronic equipment that baffled him.

"My father was an electronics engineer and so I am. But he was a regular wizard. Some of this equipment was his, some I adapted, bought or built myself." - As he talked he clicked and switched on several gadgets, then he pointed to a row of coin-sized round somethings at the far wall.

"Electronic viewers. Electronic peeping holes, really. Now, I attach this to the viewers... We are at the right time to..." - he moved swiftly, punching this and moving or switching that, then went to a complex-looking console by the corner, peered at some dials, adjusted some whatchamacallit here and there, and pushed a button. - "Now, look."

The big video screen suddenly lit up and Tom gasped. He was looking at a crystal-clear, sharp, wide, almost three-dimensional view of a schoolyard full of little girls. The view was stunning. The laughing, playing, running or sitting around girls were between 7 to 10 years old, clad with their enticing school uniforms, short plaid skirts, white blouses, white socks below the knee; a lot of them were very beautiful. No... all of them were adorable to Tom, and his hot pedophilic lust was instantly rekindled to unknown heights.

"God..." - he breathed, while his rigid penis twitched inside his pants - "How lovely..."

"You should see it when is gym-class time. And when they are playing there, how many exquisite panty shots I've had, I've even seen the occasional little girl without panties! Now, look at this..." - smiled Joe, manipulating his console. The view changed, and a strangled gasp escaped Tom: the four-divided screen brightly showed as many bathroom stalls, none occupied at the moment. But right then, as if on cue, a curly haired little blonde girl about 9 entered one of them. Both panting men gazed mesmerized as the girl, cute beyond believing, raised her skirt exhibiting her lovely pink panties, which she immediately lowered below her knees. They groaned loudly as she sat at the toilet, legs opened, and after concentrating for a couple of seconds, began to pee. Her bald mound and her pink opened slit was as plainly visible to them as if they were right in front of her in the stall, the resolution was unbelievable, you could see the clear stream of pee emerging from among the adorable pussy lips, her dreamy expression, her bunched panties with a wet spot, she had apparently been somewhat late to get there.

"Ooooh!..." - moaned Tom, desperately grabbing at the aching lump in his pants - "How the hell did you... how can you..."

"Yeah, isn't it... Oooh, see that, just see that! I can't stand it anymore! Sorry, I must..." - wildly Joe lowered his pants and plopped backwards on the bed in front of the screen. His turgid cock was long and thin and he began to jerk it, moaning loudly. - "Ah!... so delicious!... Ah, ah... Much better to do it along another guy, I never imagined it would be so... Ah, aah... Don't just stand there! Do it, pal!"

In a frenzy of lust Tom emulated Joe and bounced back on the bed besides his new friend, pants down and cock in hand. Joe quickly tossed him a handful of Kleenex from a box at the side table. The little girl had stood up and was summarily wiping his little pussy with toiled paper, dropped it in the bowl and for a fleeting instant both men could see her pink taut bottom as she raised her panties and let drop her skirt.

"Ah... Aaah!... did you see..."

"Yes, Yes!... Aah, this is wonderful... AH, LOOK, ANOTHER GIRL!... Oooh!... "

Drooling and moaning loudly, the two voyeurs ardently ogled at a chubby little girl, maybe 7, who entered another stall and stood a moment as if for inspection before raising her very short plaited skirt: white panties with a Disney character on it (Oh lucky Mickey Mouse, spending his day glued to that little pussy!), which she lowered well below her knees allowing for an ample parting of her legs as she sat down.

"AAAH, JUST LOOK AT THAT LI'L CUNT!!" - screamed Joe.

"YEAH, YEAH, OH, MAN, AAHH!... "

"Oh God, to lick her... Aahh... wouldn't you love to stick your tongue deep in there? Aahh, ah, ah... LOOK HOW THE SLIT OPENS, shit, shit, ahh, AHH...!"

"YEAH, yeah to eat her, lick that little peach... Lick... lick...To put my cock in her!! LOOK, SHE TOUCHES HER CUNNIE!!, SHE RAISES... Ooh OH GOD!!, AAH... AAH, AAH... AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!........." - Tom screamed and almost didn't make it with the Kleenex, his cock erupted wildly and powerful creamy jets of semen filled the tissue and overflowed, running down his hand to his forearm while he bellowed in sheer ecstasy. Seeing this, Joe screamed in his own savage release and came too, his own burst splashing and bubbling on the tissue, his thighs and even his face... As the little girl left the stall, quite innocent to the lascivious storm she had caused, both men were lying down on the bed side by side, breathing hoarsely, gasping and looking at the ceiling (only then Tom noticed it was covered by a big mirror), their hands still grasping their rigid, palpitating cocks, which still gave out thick white drops over their fingers...