Wilfred woke up a few hours later, rubbing his eyes and trying to clear his groggy mind. Flexing his hand, he realized that Sophie's was no longer intertwined with his own and turning his head, he discovered that she was gone. For a second, panic rushed through him but when he turned to look at his nightstand he saw that she had returned Denise's picture to its proper position and next to it was a handwritten note.
'Hi Wilf/Daddy, I'm sorry for leaving, but my Mum will be wondering where I am, so I had to go. Thank you for being so sweet and caring with me and for showing me what is possible between two people that care for each other. I'll be back next week. Thank you again, I couldn't ask for a better Daddy and I hope you sleep well. You've earned the rest! From your good girl, Sophie. Xx.'
Wilf smiled with relief as he read the note. Looking over at the clock, it was already midway through the evening and his stomach growled in protest. He hadn't had anything to eat in hours. Glancing downwards, he realized he was still coated in his own dried ejaculate and as he sniffed, the aroma of Sophie's sex wafted into his nostrils, making his drained balls twitch. Climbing out of the bed he had a quick shower to get all the dried fluids off him before making his way down to the kitchen. Fixing himself a cheese and ham toastie and a brew, he spent a couple of hours in front of the TV before heading back to bed.
At his age, such a day of exertion, even an extremely fun one, really took it out of him and he needed to get some rest to allow his body to fully recover. Reading the note one more time before getting into bed, he folded it up carefully, placing it in a drawer for safe keeping. As he fell asleep once again, the faces of both Denise and Sophie floated through his mind before slumber overtook him.
As he slept he encountered another dream, but this time it was far more pleasant than his previous nighttime excursion. He was inside a small old theater, sitting in wooden seats covered in red velvet cushioning and surrounded by hundreds of people. The room was filled by the sounds of their murmuring and chatter as they waited for the show to begin. It was a beautiful space, with several balconies overlooking the stage, ornate designs of flowers and other wildlife adorning the walls. The ceiling had been painted with a landscape and as Wilf stared at it, he realized that it was a view of Lake Windermere, where he and Denise had holidayed together in their youth. The throng of people all around him suddenly fell silent, bringing his attention back to the stage.
The heavy red curtains were pulled open revealing both Sophie and Denise behind it, standing a few meters apart, heads bowed, a singular spotlight illuminating each of them. They were wearing matching black dresses with red highlights, showing off an ample amount of cleavage thanks to the plunging necklines of the garments. Their legs looked delectable in black fishnet stockings that led down to stiletto heels that were several inches tall. The audience clapped, cheered and hollered their approval before once again falling silent, waiting for the performance to begin.
As they stood frozen in position classical music started to play and they crossed the stage to meet in the middle, hands intertwining as they stared into each other's eyes. Turning to face the audience, they bowed deeply before starting to dance in perfect synchronization. Their hips shimmied and swayed, feet floating across the ground like they were weightless, hands held tightly as they smiled at the assembled crowd. Wilf's heart soared with joy as he watched. It was a truly beautiful sight to behold. The music slowed as violins joined the symphony of sound and the mood in the room changed. Pulling Sophie close to her, Denise placed her hands on Sophie's hips and the younger woman's face gently nestled against her motherly breasts.
Moving slowly on the spot with Denise taking the lead the room was quickly filled with pent up sexual energy. Looking around, Wilf saw the people around him begin to turn translucent and disappear. It was now just him and his girls and they were dancing for an audience of one. They both looked over at him, Sophie's head still nestled between Denise's cleavage as she guided the teenagers movements. Turning back to one another, Denise leant down, closing her eyes. Sophie raised herself up on her tiptoes and their lips met. A sonic boom erupted from the stage as they kissed, forcing Wilf to cling onto the arms of his seat to prevent himself from being pushed away by the sheer force of their passion.
His eyes were glued to Denise and Sophie as they gently explored each other's lips, hands running along bare backs as they enjoyed their moment of sapphic desire. When their lips parted, they both turned back towards Wilf, smiling naughtily at him, pleased to see how enraptured he was. They both blew him a kiss before Denise took Sophie's hand and they walked off the stage, the curtains closing behind them, leaving Wilf alone in the dark theater. He sat there for a few moments before getting up and making his way up the stairs. Opening the door, he walked out into a blinding white light and woke up in bed, snuggled under his duvet with a smile on his face and a throbbing cock.
After taking care of himself while replaying the dream in his mind, he got up and made himself breakfast. As he sat eating his toast, his phone buzzed on the coffee table. It was a message from Melanie, saying she was heading over to his place in a few minutes. She was such a good daughter, always checking up on him and she seemed to have been a lot more at ease lately. It was probably because of how much better he had been feeling, although she would probably be shocked and disgusted if she knew the actual reason behind it.
Melanie arrived a short while later, letting herself into the house with the same key she had used when she lived there way back when she was Sophie's age. Making her way into the living room, Wilf greeted her with a big hug before they made their way to the kitchen so that he could make them both a cup of tea.
"The place looks great!" Melanie exclaimed, beaming as she inspected the kitchen. "Sophie is doing a great job!"
"Yes, she really is," Wilf replied, "she's been a real blessing."
"It sounds like you're really smitten with her!" Melanie commented as she took two mugs from the cupboard and placed them on the side next to the kettle. Wilfs cheeks turned red at her comment, causing Melanie to laugh warmly, "I'm only joking dad, you're old enough to be her Grandad! It just seems like you two are getting on well, that's all I meant. When I last talked to her she was saying how nice you had been to her and how much she appreciated the work."
"Well, I'm glad to hear she's happy with how things have gone so far. It's a shame that she will only be able to help out for the summer," Wilf mused as he poured the boiling water into the mugs, leaving the tea bags to stew.
"Yeah, it is, but we can always look for someone else if it comes to that." Wilf handed Melanie her cuppa and they both made their way back into the living room, taking a seat on the old and worn, yet comfortable, sofa. Once they were settled, Melanie looked around the room, taking everything in and remembering all the years she had spent here when she was younger and all the good memories that came along with it. She looked over at her father as he sipped cautiously from his mug as steam rose into the air. It was hard to believe this was the same man that just a couple of weeks earlier had been drowning in alcohol and sadness, seemingly in a hole that herself, nor anyone else had been able to pull him out of. Whatever Sophie was doing, it seemed to be doing the trick. "You seem like you're doing so much better Dad," she said happily, reaching out to take his hand in hers.
