Sunny stepped out of the Uber and absentmindedly adjusted her short plaid skirt. She took a deep breath, texted her friend Julie the address and a quick "I'm here, standby for an SOS", and walked up to the door. Sunny had never met the man inside, but with a hall pass from her husband she was finally going to get to live out a fantasy that she had held for years.
With a mix of excitement and fear, she knocked on the door.
"Hi baby," the man greeted her with a brief hug and took her overnight bag.
She thought to herself, "well at least he looks like the guy in the pictures. Maybe a bit better. Nice smile. And that scratchy looking daddy beard...yum"
"Hi daddy," she said, "you smell nice. Did you just get here from work? You haven't even taken off your shoes." His collared shirt was pressed, his jeans were clean, and his leather shoes clacked on the entry floor. She could see his computer bag hanging from a hook on the wall.
"I got here a little while ago and have been busy setting up things for us to do," he replied. "I have a puzzle, a coloring book, and some books to read." He pointed to a stack of children's books. She could see favorites from her youth and some she didn't recognize. "Did you bring your makeup to show me how you have been practicing on your dolls?"
"I did, Daddy," she said, and she held up her bag. In it were bright turquoise eye shadows, light mascara, rouge, and other bright childish make up that little girls, and some boys, like to practice on. "I brought some so I can practice on you if you want."
He laughed, "well, daddies don't usually wear makeup unless their little girls want to put it on them - but we will have to wash it off after. Put your stuff down now baby. I made us some snacks."
They walked to the small kitchenette table and on small plates there were slices of apple, carrots, celery, some ranch dip - Sunny's favorite - and some goldfish crackers. Sunny smiled and dropped her bag in the middle of the floor and sat down.
"Baby, don't just drop your bag in the middle of the floor. Let me take that," daddy said as he picked it up and moved it to the living room"
"Yes daddy," Sunny said as she sat down.
They ate in silence for a moment. Sunny could hear daddy's jazz playing on the portable speaker.
"So, I was thinking you could tell me about your day while we put this puzzle together," daddy said. He pulled out a 100 piece puzzle of a doll.
"Ok!" Sunny said. And she kicked off her small pumps.
"Sunny, let's not leave our clothes all over. Let me take those and put them by the door." He picked up the black shoes and walked over to the door, slipped off his loafers, and put the shoes next to the door. Sunny watched him and was happy to see how much bigger his shoes were than hers.
They worked on the puzzle and she told him silly stories from her day. Actually they were silly stories from over five years, collected and shared occasionally, but not terribly interesting. Daddy listened with his eyes.
Sunny could feel herself slipping more and more into her childlike self as daddy laughed at her tales and asked her questions. They completed the puzzle and daddy took her hand.
"Baby, I was thinking maybe we could read some books. How does that sound?"
"I would like that very much. Then can we watch a show?"
Daddy knew that was a little test.
"No, silly. We are not watching any shows. But I have books, there is still coloring, and of course just cuddling."
Sunny reveled in the attention.
"Ok daddy"
They pulled out a coloring book. Thankfully it was not a simple child's coloring book, but something a bit more interesting. Sunny watched Daddy with his pens out of the corner of her eye. He was not great at it. She giggled inside.
After finishing their pictures Sunny turned and said "now I want to color your face."
"Ok baby, but you have to do yours first."
"No!" She said emphatically. "I want to practice on yours then do mine"
Daddy relented. She pulled out her small juvenile make up kit and started drawing on his face. She did silly eyebrows and eyeshadow and lipstick. She sat close and could feel his breath. She could smell his cologne and laundry detergent. Her hands touched his face and she started giggling at the comical effect. He watched her.
"What's funny?" he asked.
"Well Daddy, either I'm not good at makeup or you look terrible with it on"
"Ok. If you are done, then I will go wash it off and you can do yours. Show me how you have been practicing."
He left and Sunny pulled out her kit. Doing garish, childish colors but expertly applied, she looked like a beauty pageant child - overdone and looking like someone trying to seem older than they were.
Daddy came back and watched her. He was barely breathing. Sunny was far more attractive than he had thought she would be. Sunny pushed the envelope of believability on the whole charade because she had a sexiness that men could sense in a glance. And the makeup made her look slutty and eager. He shook his head at himself "Remember she's supposed to be just a little girl."
Daddy had taken off his collared shirt to wash up and was wearing a clean tight fitting wife beater. A large tattoo was on his arm.
Daddy took Sunny's hand and they walked into the living room.
"Here, sit in my lap and I will read you some books."
They sat down. He pulled out Dr Seuss. Sunny could feel a slight firmness under her bum. She touched it.
"What's in your pocket daddy?"
He ignored her and shifted her weight a little. He continued reading. Sunny was a bit more interested in the lump growing in daddy's pants. She laid on the couch next to him and put her head in his lap. He stroked her hair as he read. Her finger traced the lines of his tattoo.
