Lacy Our First Meeting

Scanning the road ahead, I smile at my good fortune, there right in front of my favourite café, is an empty parking spot.

I turn the big Harley Davison into the space, the deep rumbling of the twin chrome exhaust bouncing off of the shop windows.

As I swing the motorcycle around, so that the front wheel is facing the road.

I see you walking towards me on the side walk.

Head down, wearing black doctor martins boots, dark tights, jean shorts and a white blouse. You look annoyed at the noise of my bike and hurry past.

Turning off the engine, kicking the side stand down and parked.

I look back over my shoulder to see, as you walk behind me.

Your short at 4'11" and cute with great slightly chubby legs.

Although I can no longer see your face because it's hidden by your long brown tousled hair. I take a moment to appreciate your round arse cheeks wiggling in your shorts.

Pausing for a moment I check myself...no matter how curvy she is, she's less than half my age....I'm past it .....shame!

As you depart, I notice something fall from a pink lever arch file that your carrying....it flutters gently to the ground. Hurriedly I walk to where it fell, as I take off my helmet.....it's a birthday card in cellophane wrapper.

Picking it up and hurriedly striding to catch you up. My heavy bike boots thumping behind you.

As I do so, I call, 'er miss, miss, Miss, MISS'. No response......

Reaching you, I gently tap you on the right shoulder.

You jump slightly, spin around, your pretty Asian nose, slightly wrinkled in anger .....'WHAT?'

Seeing that I've obviously annoyed you, I step back.

'Sorry I didn't mean to make you jump', I try to look harmless and sincere (not an easy job in big bike boots, big beard and leather jacket!).

And hold out the card.

'You dropped this....'

Looking down, you recognise the card and look up blushing, 'oh....thank you, I didn't realise I'd dropped it'.

Your face softens and you give me a slightly sheepish grin, as you retrieve the card from my hand. I try too give you my best smile in return.

'I couldn't let you walk off without it, at least I've done my gentlemanly duty for today'.

You place the card back into the folder, and then stand looking up at me, the folder held in your crossed arms in front of your chest.

Again you thank me and start to go.....

'Ohh, one good turn deserves another!' I blurt out quickly.

'As I returned your card, how about you spending 10 minutes with me while I have a coffee?. I'll buy you one too'.?.

You make an obvious show of looking me up and down ( which makes me feel slightly embarrassed and very self aware) and then you reply.....'I guess that's ok, just for 10 minutes though.'

'It's just there'. I point to the café back where the bikes parked and motion my arms to show you the way.

'I'm Bertie, by the way', I hold out my hand as we walk....you reach across and shake it....'.hi I'm Lacy, nice too meet you'. Your hand feels tiny, fragile and warm compared to my sausage fingers lol.

Reaching the door I hold it open for you and follow you inside, there's a short que in front of us.

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As we wait for the other customers to be served I ask 'What do you want?' You look up and study the options board, I look down and study you....

You're probably a student (what with the file and this being a university town) but you certainly are astoundingly pretty with dark eyes an light brown skin.

'A large chocolate milkshake please'.....'sure' I reply.

Reaching the counter a middle aged woman is serving, she's wearing dungarees and a Rosie the riveter style headscarf, she's probably gay but I smile at her anyway.

I order the drinks and two slices of carrot cake, you look at me as I order the cake and I explain 'I'm having one and it would be rude for you not too '. I receive a nodded agreement and a smile.

Placing the cakes on the counter top, and then my Americano, the women looks at me and says 'sorry....what does your daughter want again?'

I laugh, turn to you, place my hand on your shoulder and ask loudly .....

'Do you want DADDY to get you a chocolate milkshake sweetie?'

You nod and I watch you blush under my gaze (that's the second time in 5 minutes I happily note).

Your milkshake arrives in a tall clear glass with two paper straws.

Paying for the stuff, I noticed there's no trays, I'm carrying my crash helmet and you your folder...'be a GOOD GIRL and take the plates over to the table by the window'.

We both carefully juggle plates and drinks to the vacant table. Placing our burdens on the surface and bench seats.

I sit down and you position yourself opposite me.. your boobs jiggling delightfully as you plonk your self down. Not wanting to be seen to be obviously ogling you, I pick up my coffee and take a sip.

You look me directly .....then without loosing eye contact you say 'if you call me a GOOD GIRL again, I'm going to end up on my knees'!

I instinctively cough and almost spray my coffee everywhere .....OMG did you really say that!

Now it's my turn to blush, and hide my own embarrassment as I pick up a paper towel to wipe my mouth.

Quickly changing the subject, I ask 'are you a student?' And you reply that you're studying Chemistry, Biology and Psychology.

That your in your final year and hopefully going to Sunderland University for further study.

We chat and eat cake for a short while finding out about each other.......

As you listen to my answers you lean forward taking the two straws into your mouth to suck up the milkshake. Your cheeks pulling in to reveal two dimples. It's the most erotic thing to watch and I feel myself getting excited.

You observe my wide eyed gaze and respond by looking up and maintaining eye contact while you drink. Your confident look is both playful and enticing.

As you drink I tell you about myself.....although it's difficult to keep my train of thought when there such an attractive distraction before me.

After a while I find it impossible not to squirm and shuffle in my seat, as my rapidly swelling and now erect cock gets tangled in my underwear.

Noticing my discomfort you smile and push your half finished glass away and ask 'is daddy uncomfortable?...oh dear!' And then laugh at my predicament.

Then sit back with your hands beside you, stretching your blouse tightly across your breasts.

You make a show of licking your lips teasingly and lean forward to look over the edge of the table at my crotch.

'You dirty brat, you have done this to me on purpose!' I retort. Extremely annoyed that I was being played with like a cat with a mouse.

'So, you would end up on your knees you say.?'

'Yes daddy I'm a very good girl' you reply and wink at me mockingly.

'Are you ......we will see about that'!

'Excuse me. For a moment' I awkwardly slide off of the bench seat, as I struggle to stand you look at the large bulge poking horizontally in my jeans.

'Oh daddy!' you point and laugh again!

'Right wait there' I command as I head off limping to the toilets.....but not before quickly leaning forward and swiping your glass from the table.

I hope no one else in the café notices.

You return to your cake ....giggling to you're self, at your cleverness/

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I return a few minutes later and squeeze back into the bench. But before sitting, I make sure I have your full attention as I place down your glass with a sharp bang.

In the middle of the table.

'You want to mess with strangers, huh.....DRINK YOUR MILKSHAKE! ....go on I DARE you '

You look at the glass and then at me, suspiciously.

'You haven't - have you? You ask.

Then lean forward and peek into the top of the glass with curious interest.

'That's for me too know and u to find out'.

For a moment you suddenly look a lot less confident, the colour draining from your cheeks.

I push the glass towards you....'GO ON'

You stare at me trying to read my face and then swallow, looking nervous.

And then closing your eyes you move forward, your lips pursed...holding the bottom of the glass steady with your hand.

You make contact with the straws and start to suck.

I sit back and watch you with pleasure, again feeling my excitement rise. Your lips enveloping the straws as I watch the level of the milkshake slowly fall. My heart beats faster.

As you drink your heads now bowed and I notice that you're visibly shaking. I can imagine you analysing every drop of the thick creamy liquid as it enters your mouth, for the sudden change in taste or texture.

Watching u drink, is absolutely divine.

The melted ice cream in the bottom of the glass is clumpy and inconsistent in colour ....suddenly you gag, your mouth open as you retch.

You look up at me with slightly watery eyes...'please daddy I can't'

'Go on little girl you're doing so well' I offer encouragement.

I watch your shoulders shudder and you look up at me, but not this time with taunting confidence, but with shame.

'Continue' I order 'you're not so clever now....are you!'

'No daddy'.....Slowly you return to the assigned task, I'm listening closely as you gulp, each time u swallow.

Your finish and the straws make gurgling sounds at the bottom of the glass and then you sit up and look at me.

Then you quietly ask 'I couldn't tell....was there?.

I pause......'no sweetie...it was just a test'

And then reach forward and gently squeeze your hand.

'You bastard....i almost threw up! You exclaim and look at me with wide eyes. 'Anyway, you've have had me for 10 minutes, I've got to go, I'm late.

You look flushed and angry again as you stand and retrieve your folder.

'Fucking men!' you spit as you stand and leave.

I watch in silence as you stomp through the cafe in your boots to the doorway.

I thought you were going to slam it....but momentarily you pause....return my gaze and blow me a kiss.

I simply smile in return.

What the fuck just happened here?

To be continued......