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                                                                   Cindy     Pamela was yard saleing, Going to yard sales was one of her Saturday morning rituals. She seldom actually bought anything but slowly picking through other peoples junk was a good way to relax and get to look though other peoples lives. The things people thought might sell were amazing and were often as unique and informative as asking direct questions. At least the things for sale didn’t lie and the window into heir lives was very telling. As she fingered one item after another Pamela noticed her profile in a full-length mirror propped up as against a filing cabinet.    Not bad she thought, 47 no belly to speak of, a nice ass, pretty face and reasonable sized boobs. She turned again as if to see if the different view could change her mind. A giggle form beyond the mirror drew her attention away from the quite good looking woman in the reflection. “Ma’am” she heard a small female voice ask, “do you like the mirror? It was in my room but now I have a new one.” Pamela turned quickly slightly embarrassed to have been caught admiring her own view. She looked at the young girl, a very pretty redhead, short with the soft blue eyes and pale complexion many natural redheads have. A splash of freckles looked as though they had been sprayed across her face. “Kind of busty for one so young” Mused Pamela “I like it sweetie, but it doesn’t match my rooms decor. “ Answered Pamela. The young girl smiled as she brazenly stared into Pamela’s eyes, “ I think you are pretty too!” With that remark the girl sauntered away, her bubble but shaking like she was on the beach trying to excite the boys. “That was kind of strange”, thought Pamela “Almost flirty, my oldest son would love her” As the young girl walked away Pamela felt her own nipples tighten up at the sight of the girl shaking her butt. “Whoa! Where did that come from ran through her mind,“ lechering after young girls wasn’t her usual reaction. “Must be too long since I got my own ashes hauled” Pamela just smiled at her own weirdness this day and continued to pick up kaçak iddaa the odd object here and there. From across the yard Cindy, watched Pamela, Cindy’s eyes took in Pamela like a cat takes in the sight of a bird. No one knew but Cindy liked girls, her mom and dad would have been scandalized to hear her thoughts now.   “WOW, what a sexy looking woman, such a tight body, wonderful smile, such nice feminine hands and fingers! So confidant” Pamela’s thoughts and eyes returned to the items for sale, an erotic book, “I wonder if that cute little redhead has been reading this? A set of clear Corning cookware, with a pot and a lid missing, but not the same pot or lid, old board games, vinyl records, early 70’s hard rock. “Ahh yes, Led Zepplin, Houses of the Holy! In good shape too!” Pamela took the record over to the small bench the Girl was sitting on. “Miss, I’d like this record” The girl was all smiles as she took the record and started looking for a bag to put it in, “No that’s ok!” I don’t need a bag.   The girl brought the record back up from under the bench where she was rooting for a bag. “Ok” she said brightly, her hand seemed to caress Pamela’s as she took the dollar from her hand. Again Pamela had that odd tight feeling as she touched Cindy, Cindy caught her eyes again and Pamela tried to shake off the feeling of arousal. The drive home was uneventful, except the vision of those pale blue eyes, red eyebrows and eyelashes. “Very disturbing thought Pamela” When she got home the fighting kids and other responsibilities drove the thoughts of the blue eyes from her head. That night as she laid in bed Pamela began to caress her body, it had been a long time since she had been good to herself, being a single mom didn’t allow much time for fantasy but tonight as she slowly built up thoughts of flat bellied young men, muscled arms and piercing eyes suddenly the pale blue eyes of the girl at the yard sale hovered in front of her, the long red eyelashes, long curly hair, and heavy boobs began to make her nipples hard. Pamela shook her head to clear her mind but the girl’s image remained kaçak bahis and as Pamela slowly began to caress her kitty the redhead’s image began to drive her toward ecstasy. As she came, her entire body convulsed with he best orgasm Pamela had experienced since she could remember. As she lay there in the after glow, she realized she had called out very loudly. She listened closely to see if her boys had awakened but no sounds came from the house other that the usual creaks and groans as the house cooled down from the days heat. Pamela smiled to her self, “Damn I’m a perve in my old age! A dirty old woman!” she slowly drifted into a dreamless sleep. The next day was busy, breakfast, clean the house, wash her oldest son a pair of pants for his date tonight. The day was long and tedious as many days are for most single moms. But finally with the days chores done and the oldest boy on a date and the youngest in his room playing video games Pamela decided to listen to her new album, Pamela had always thought vinyl sounded better than CD’s warmer, better defined.   As she took the album out of it’s cover and put in on the turn table and cleaned it her thoughts returned to the young girl at the yard sale, “so pretty, why did she affect me so?” As she settled down to listen to the album on her head phones Pamela took the jacket cover out to read the liner notes, as she did she noticed a small slip of paper fall the floor.   Pamela picked it up and unfolded it. “Some love note left by the original owner 40 years past?” suddenly the blood drained from her face and then slowly built back up into a blood red blush, “A note from the young redheaded girl!” “Miss, I am so glad I got to see you today, I desperately need to meet you! Please meet me for lunch at the mall food court next Saturday! One O’clock, I’ll be waiting for you!” Pamela just stared open mouthed at the note, “No way! How could she have known! Is it that obvious? No way no how will I meet this little bit of jail bait!” Pamela didn’t even notice the record as it skipped on one line “all that glitters is gold, all that glitters is gold, illegal bahis all that glitters is gold” The week went by as weeks do, work, dinner, chores, frustration, especially frustration, every time Pamela closed her eyes the vision of blue eyes and red hair haunted her. Every night became filled with dreams of the young girl, blue eyes,   long red hair and brazen gaze.   Saturday came with the same problems as usual, fighting kids, yard work, house cleaning. When Pamela finally looked at the clock it was 11:00, her heart skipped a beat, two hours until the redheaded girl would be waiting for her at the mall! She hastily told her boys she was going shopping and went to take her shower. As she stood under the hot water She ran through her mind what she would tell the girl, “I’m not gay, you are too young to know if you are gay, I am too old for you, the reasons went on and on. As she dressed she put on her best black push up bra, black silk blouse, a black flared skirt about 3 inches above the knee, black thigh high stockings, no panties of course, as Pamela stood on front of the mirror she admired her form, “wow I could pass for late twenties!” She searched through her closet for her spike heels, her ex had called them her “fuck me” shoes, as she put them on she suddenly gasped, “what the hell am I doing, “fuck me shoes” to impress a teenaged girl? I must be insane!” she started to take off the wildly sexual outfit but a look at the clock told her she was too late to do that. If she was going to go she had to wear what she had on! The trip to the mall was heart stopping, Pamela could barely concentrate on the road and missed her turn off to the mall twice. Once inside she walked slower and slower toward the food court, “what am I doing, this is so wrong, so damn sexy,” As she gazed across the food court she could see the crowed areas around the perimeter, mostly teenagers, the younger girls cruising in packs with the boys watching from the sidelines. Pamela also noticed men watching her, “Damn I must look like a hooker in this outfit!”   As she stood looking for the girl Pamela almost felt naked, “I should have worn my panties, and a damn jogging suit” As that thought passed her mind she sighted the girl, sitting alone in a booth, about as private a location as the mall food court provided.

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