04

by

Dancewithme24 and Stephen88

Preface

The story Toni is a collaboration between Dancewithme24 and me, Stephen88. It began as discussions and our talks over time. We traded ideas, made suggestions, and had a lot of fun doing so. It may interest you to know that occasionally after our talks. We would have to clean up. As in after having sex. It was the first for me to writing with someone. Dancewithme24 had not written before this. I found her fun and full of ideas, many of which I would not have thought of. Her suggestions and inspiration have made this story possible. Thanks Little One.

Part 1

Here I am. I am naked and standing in the shower with a naked brunette. Toni. We have just crawled from bed after a vigorous session of making love and having sex. How did this happen to someone my age? A geezer, an old fart. Well, that is a story.

Let me tell you about it.

I was at a public pool. Of all the places, the public pool. A friend and his wife had taken their grandchildren there. I was asked to tag along. I believe they were trying to get me out of the house. Apparently, I didn't get out much.

I thought it wasn't a great idea. There was no excuse for me not to go. Other than I was being a curmudgeon and wanted to sulk at home. Happy in my misery. Content in my isolation. But it was a sunny and warm day. Maybe it would be nice.

So off we went. I regretted my choice immediately. The pool and surrounding grounds were awash with kids, teenagers, and a few parents. A cacophony of screams, loud talk and waves of splashes. It was to be relaxing. I think not. Sitting in my lounge chair sulking. They weren't even playing good music. I continually waited for chords changes that never came, lyrics that made sense, and then the monophonic instruments without the slightest change of timbre. Tell me again why I am here.

I was surrounded by young muscular men and boys. They had full heads of shaggy hair; flat stomachs and they paraded around like Greek gods. Then there was me. A bit of a pudge, thinning hair, and pale skin. I wasn't in bad shape. There was still some muscle tone. But you know how it was and is. Once, I could eat a mountain of food and gain no weight. These days, I think about a glass of water and gain five pounds. I felt very out of place.

I surveyed the surrounding landscape of young bodies. There was one young lady. A petite girl. I imagine she could not weigh much over a hundred pounds. She wore a bright red one-piece bathing suit. This caught my eye as most of the women and girls had done their best to display every inch of skin with the tiniest swimsuits that were legal for the public. A few that were not. But this one young lady looked conservative. She had what looked to be shoulder length brunette hair, in a ponytail.

I admired her. A beautiful girl. Apparently, my gaze lingered too long. She glanced in my direction and noticed I was looking at her. Rather than be disgusted by an old guy ogling her, she smiled. I smiled back.

We did this for a few seconds, and both looked away. I noticed a lighter feeling in my heart. It had been a long time since a woman smiled at me. She didn't seem upset or grossed out that I was looking at her. But then, what could she possibly want with me.

It was quite warm that day. A combination of heat and the Sun reflected off the water. The heat and the glare had me parched. A drink to quench my thirst was in order. I informed my companions I was off to the concession stand. Did they want anything? No, okay.

The menu board listed many fountain drinks, bottles of this, cans of that, and a grand number of sugary, or salty snacks. My preference was sweet tea. The order was made and quickly delivered.

As I was about to take the first sip.

A voice spoke.

"Whatcha got there, old timer?"

Looking to my right, there she was. Could not have been more than five foot tall. She peered over the tops of her sunglasses. Bright hazel eyes and a slight smile as she looked up at me.

She spoke.

"Is that any good? Do you mind if I have a sip?"

I stood there in a trance, holding my tea. She got up on her tiptoes, wrapped her lips around the straw, and drank.

She spoke.

"Hmmmm, that's tasty."

I found my voice and spoke.

"Would you like one?"

She smiled at me and spoke.

"No, but I wouldn't mind sharing yours."

Then she released my drink and turned to walk away.

She spoke.

"You coming? Let's find some shade."

I watched in awe. She had great shapely legs. And an ass that, well let's say it stirred something in me. I followed her to a table with an umbrella. Remembering my manners, I held her chair for her. I sat across from her.

Her hand reached out and she spoke.

"Hi, I'm Toni."

She had such a small hand. I took her hand in mine and answered.

"I'm Stephen. It is a pleasure to meet you, Toni."

Toni responded.

"Like wise Stephen. A pleasure to meet you too."

How may I describe my thoughts. Toni was soft spoken, pleasant, mannerly and totally disarming.

I spoke.

"Toni, you are an extremely attractive young lady. Why on earth would you want to spend time with an old fart like me? The pool is teaming with young guys who would love your attention. "

Toni took a sip of tea.

She spoke.

"That's easy Stephen. I've been hit on fourteen times since I arrived here. They see me and all I am is a conquest. One guy wanted to know if I'd go to the locker room and fuck. You don't look like that kind of guy Stephen. Are you?"

I shook my head no.

Toni Continued.

"Great! Let's sit here and talk. Okay? Tell me about yourself. You have the look and sound of intelligence. What was your major in college? And you did go to college. I can tell."

No one has asked me this or treated me in such a fashion in ages.

I spoke.

"I double majored in music and English. I play the bassoon. There was much time spent in Wind Ensembles, orchestra and various small ensembles. A lot of music and a lot of books and study."

Toni spoke.

"Nice Stephen. You have a look of quiet confidence and strength. I love the deep rich sound of your voice. I will bet you sing too. Tell me about your favorite music."

This caught me off guard. No one has given a crap about my music in years.

I spoke.

"I was raised with classical music. It has always been my favorite. My preferences are Medieval, Renaissance, French Romantic Orchestral, and some early 20th century composers. I also like late 19th century Russian orchestral as well."

Toni spoke.

"I'll bet you have a lot of records and turntable at home, don't you?"

I chuckled and answered yes. Most kids don't know what records are, let alone classical music.

Toni continued.

"I'd love to hear your favorite records some time."

I spoke.

"I also enjoy "Cool Jazz". Folks like Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Chet Baker, Vince Guaraldi, and Dave Brubeck. Then there is the vocal group "Lambert, Hendricks and Ross" from the early sixties. Then the Manhattan Transfer after that."

Toni spoke.

"Cool!! My dad has some Cool Jazz stuff too. Do you play anything besides bassoon?"

I spoke.

"Yes, I have learned to play a variety of instruments. Just about anything you can name. I have played in big bands, jazz bands, blues bands, combos and done a lot of pit orchestra for musicals."

Toni Cooed.

"Ohhh, I like that. A multi-talented man. Any guitars?"

I hung my head and spoke.

"Yes, seven guitars. Five electric and two acoustic. Plus, three bass guitars."

Toni Spoke.

"You play bass? I love bass guitar. It has such a low rumble you can feel in your body. Stephen, you will have to play for me sometime."

I made a couple of mental notes. Toni wants to listen to my records and hear me play bass. Where is this to take place? I wonder.

About this time, a young stud saunters up to our table.

He speaks to Toni.

Hey Baby. Want to go off the high dive with me? Then we can come up for air."

Toni didn't even look at him.

She politely responded.

"No thanks."

But he persisted. Up to this point, he had ignored me entirely.

I stood and spoke.

"Young man, you need to leave her at once."

He turned to me and sneered.

"What are you going to do you old piece of shit?"

I leaned forward and spoke quietly.

"First of all, you have been rude to my daughter. Secondly, no means no. You didn't take the first hint. Thirdly, I am combat trained. The legal system insists I inform you of this should things get out of hand. Make you choice Sir."

I stood my ground with a steely eyed stare.

The kid lost his nerve, turned and walked away. He could be seen pointing toward Toni and me. He gestured at us, and I imagine tried to make himself look good to his friends. I didn't care if he had the last word. He was gone.

I sat down again. Toni reached across the table and placed her hand on my arm.

Toni spoke.

"Thanks 'Daddy.' You realize I will have to continue to call you that to keep up the illusion. Seriously Stephen. Thank you for protecting me."

Then Toni added.

"Daddy, I like the sound of that."

I admit, it was a lie. Toni was in fact not my daughter. I had not met her until today. But the punk didn't know that. So, a little lie and some bravado made the situation go away. In order to keep up the ruse, I would have to stay near Toni.

That afternoon, I spent with Toni. We frolicked in the pool and were playful, as a father and daughter would be. We swam, splashed and carried on like it was an everyday event. When out of the pool, I rubbed lotion on Toni's back, combed her hair out, and generally looked after her. No punks approached her the rest of the day.

Also, the day came to an end. I found that I did not want it to be so. Toni made me feel at ease and comfortable. I liked her company. She seemed to like mine. Was I making more of this than I should? It occurred to me. I had a great day with a wonderful young lady.

Toni spoke.

"Stephen, I need to be going home. I had a great time with you today. We should do this again soon. Do something for me please?"

I spoke.

"What would that be Toni?"

She spoke.

"Please give me your phone number in case I need my 'Daddy' again."

I input my number into Toni's phone. I walked her to the exit to keep acting. Then to her car. Toni places her items inside it, then turns to me.

Tone spoke.

"Thank you for a wonderful afternoon, Stephen."

She reached up on her tiptoes, arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. Then she got in her car and was gone.

I stood there for a moment. Life felt empty suddenly. I did the same. Got in my car and drove home. Memories of the day replayed in my head. Always coming back to Toni's smile.

A shower to clean the chorine from my body. Then some dinner. A quiet night of tunes. Then time for bed.

I lay in the dark, staring into it.

My phone pinged.

It was Toni.

"Thinking of my 'Daddy' Goodnight Daddy. Kisses."

I texted back.

"Thanks Toni. Goodnight to you too."

I smiled.

Toni, Part 2

I lay awake for some time. This was new territory for me. Did Toni truly find me that interesting? Was this a game of sorts? I did enjoy the attention. If this was a game, I detected no hint of it. Toni seemed honestly attracted to me. But I found myself wondering. How far did the interest go?

Sleep came to me. With it came dreams. Dreams of Toni and her smile. I will tell you more about my dreams. But I am a gentleman. So not just yet.

I went through my days, working and then going home each afternoon. Each evening at bedtime, my phone would ping. It was Toni. And always "Goodnight Daddy."

Friday night was a little different. Toni sent a text message and wished me goodnight. But there was more.

Toni said.

"I will be at the pool tomorrow. I need my Daddy to be there please. 11o'clock Daddy. The sweet tea is on you. See you then. Kisses."

Well, that did it. I hardly slept due to the excitement of meeting with Toni.

I awoke long before the alarm Saturday. Time was spent at the espresso machine. Two double espresso later, I felt fortified for the day.

A few things to do around the house, nothing major. The usual house stuff. Sweeping, laundry, and cleaning the kitchen. I went to the bathroom, shaved, showered and made myself presentable. Then to the bedroom to don my swim trunks. I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw an old man. What did Toni see?

The hour came. I got in the car and drove to the pool.

Toni was there and waiting. I walked up to her to say hi. But I didn't get the chance. Instead, she reached up and hugged me hard, planting a kiss on my cheek.

She spoke.

"I want people to see that I love my Daddy."

Toni clung to me a bit longer. I felt this twitch in my shorts. Something I had not felt in a long time. Her body was warm and the skin soft. Her brunette hair pulled back. A pink one piece today. Flip flops on her feet and sunglasses on her face. She looked as cute as can be.

Toni spoke.

"Daddy, I need you to rub lotion on me please. You don't want me to burn do you? Thanks Daddy."

There were others in earshot. We went inside, found a suitable table and sat. Toni moved her chair in front of me. This made it easier to apply suntan lotion. I applied it to her shoulders, neck and arms first. Toni had such smooth skin. This was done.

Toni spoke.

"Don't forget my legs, Daddy."

One leg was lifted and placed in my lap. More lotion into my hands. I worked it into Toni's skin. As soon as this was done, I got the other leg in my lap. She glistened in the morning Sun.

She spoke.

"I'm thirsty Daddy. Can we have some sweet tea? Just buy one and we will share."

Toni looked over the top of her sunglasses with Hazel eyes and flashed what was becoming a familiar smile.

I remember thinking. Where were girls like this when I was younger? Toni was playful, sweet, polite and fun to be with.

Off to purchase sweet tea.

Upon my return, there were a few boys around Toni.

I walked up to them and spoke.

"Excuse me gentlemen. Is there something I can do for you?"

One asked me.

"Is it true you have killed people when in the armed forces? How many did you kill? How did you kill them?"

Toni sat and smiled. Apparently, word had spread.

I answered.

"I don't like to talk about it. Some of it is classified. If I told you, I would have to kill you."

They stood there for a few seconds.

One of them spoke.

"Sorry Sir. We won't bother you again."

Everything I had said about killing people was a lie. But they had no idea.

I sat next to Toni and spoke.

"I don't think you will have any problems here. They will leave you alone now. You can come to the pool and be left alone."

Toni made a pouty face.

She spoke.

"I don't care about the boys or punks. I asked you here not to protect me, but because I wanted to spend time with you, Stephen. I like you a lot. You are polite, respectful and you treat me like a lady. You haven't done one thing out of line with me. But I want to tell you a secret. I did notice you got a little hard when I hugged you."

It turned beet red.

Toni spoke.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed Stephen. I find it flattering."

Then she took a sip of tea.

We sat in the Sun for a time. When it became too warm, we went into the pool.

We swam, we splashed. It was the best time I could remember. Toni made it so.

One item I did notice about Toni. The pool water was cool. It made her nipples hard, and they protruded under her one piece. I just wanted to stare at her and them. I have a thing about nipples. Toni's had my attention. I imagined what it would be like to touch them, roll them between my fingers. Then to lick and suck them. I wondered if she liked things like that.

Later, we got out of the pool, dried and sat. Toni and I talked about music we loved, food we enjoyed and so many other topics. I learned much about her. As with many of us, there were dark patches in our lives. Toni had her share of that already. It saddened me greatly to hear about it. Made me want to take all the hurt away from her.

The afternoon went on. We were in the pool a few more times. It was very playful. Drying Toni off, applied more suntan lotion and more discussion. I did notice that when others were around, Toni called me "Daddy." At the times we were alone, it was always "Stephen."

Late in the afternoon, I was hungry. The decision was made in my mind. I would ask Toni to a dinner date that night, if she wasn't busy.

I spoke.

"Toni, I am becoming hungry. Would you like to have dinner with me this evening? My treat."

Toni sat across the table and smiled. The sunglasses slipped down her nose and those hazel eyes bored right into me.

Toni spoke.

"Yes Stephen. I would love to have dinner with you. I have a couple of requests though. First, would you take me to a nice place. I am sick to death of burgers, fries and pizza. Second, let me go home, clean up and dress for the occasion. I want to look great for you. I will text you my address and let you know when I am ready."

I was shocked. Toni had agreed to have dinner with me. A crusty old guy like me to have dinner with a beautiful and intelligent girl like Toni. My heart raced.

Toni spoke loud enough for others to hear.

"I am tired Daddy. Can you take me home? I need a shower."

Then she giggled.

We packed our belongings and left the pool. Toni's items loaded in her car. She came round to stand in front of me. Toni got up on tiptoes, put her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear.

"We both know I am not your daughter. Think about that Stephen."

She gave me a peck on the cheek and said out loud.

"Bye Daddy."

I watched her drive until she was out of sight. A part of me wished she would reappear. I did wait long enough to see if that would happen. Then, I went home myself. I had a date with Toni to prepare for.

Toni, part 3

I will tell you this. Of late, I have not put much thought into my appearance. This afternoon had changed this. I had asked Toni for a dinner date. She would take the time to make herself ravishing, primping and doing all the things that young ladies do.

I went home and showered, careful to cleanse every part of me. Then I shaved extra close. The aftershave was 'manly' I thought, but not overpowering. I didn't want to gas the poor girl. I brushed and polished my teeth. The nails trimmed and manicured.

I went to my closet and chose my attire for the evening. These were pressed. I dressed in khaki pants and a dark blue polo shirt. Polished my shoes and left them to dry.

I faced the mirror. It was the best I could do. At least for a crusty old guy. It didn't seem as though I could have the appearance of a distinguished gentleman. This would have to do. I slipped on my shoes and waited for Toni's text or phone call when she was ready.

I should have turned on some music, or perhaps the tv. Anything but what I did, which was stand there to listen and watch the clock move. The click of the second hand was deafening. The drift of seconds eternal. My heart thumped in my chest. Why was I nervous? But knew why. I was about to embark on a dinner date with a lady very much younger than I. A lady that referred to me as "Daddy" in public. But when no one else could hear, called me Stephen in a way that was laden with sex appeal.

Many have called me Stephen in the past. Toni's use of my name was different. There was more in her voice than calling my name. I can't explain it.

My phone pinged.

It was Toni.

The message was this.

"Stephen I am ready for you. Here is my address. I will be waiting. I look forward to my date with my 'Daddy. 💖"

My heart skipped a beat. I programmed the address into my phone and hit go. The car keys grabbed and out the door I went. It was a fifteen-minute drive. I felt like a teenager and drove too fast. I had to mentally reprimand myself for driving so. Toni would be in the car, and I needed to be more careful.