Just last month, I had to travel to a business meeting in a city where I used to live. I was looking forward to seeing some old friends, especially two who had kids who were the same age as mine. I hadn't seen the friends for about four years, and I hadn't seen their kids for over ten years because they had moved away from home and now ranged from 28 to 36.
I got an invitation to my best friend's house for dinner the first night I was there. We chatted about old times and traded stories about each other's kids. I asked about my favorite daughter, Lynn, and they told me all about her and her new business, registered massage therapist.
They said,
"You will have to call her because she still talks about you after all these years. She just adores you. You probably won't recognize her because she is so different from the last time you saw her. When was that? 15 years ago?"
I tried to remember when it was, and she was almost right. I hadn't seen Lynn since she was 14 and she's 28 now. Lynn always introduced me to people as her second father.
During a break in our meeting next morning, I called Lynn's office, but she was out so I left her a voice message telling her where I was staying and what my room number was and asked her to call me on my cell so we could go out for dinner. Around noon, my phone rang and it was Lynn. We chit-chatted about how nice it was to hear from each other.
She said,
"Why don't I pick you up at the hotel, and you can come back to my place and visit. We either can order in or go out later. I can be there between 6:00 and 6:15"
I agreed that she could pick me up, but I really wanted to take her out.
After a long meeting day, getting back to my room was great. My back hurt me so badly from sitting around all day. I had falled off the roof of my storage barn and I have a sore back 24/7. So, the bed felt pretty good. I sure could use a good back massage right then.
Just around 6:30, my room phone rang.
"Hi. It's me. I'm out in front of the hotel. I can't find a parking spot without paying a fortune. Are you almost ready?"
I told her I was completely ready and I'd be right down. When I got downstairs, she was standing beside her car waiting for me. If she had not come running towards me with her arms held out, I don't think I would have recognized her. She was absolutely stunning. We threw our arms around each other, and she kissed me--not on the cheeks, but on the lips. I didn't know what to do, so I just kissed her quickly, then gave her a couple of pecks on the cheek. In about 20 minutes we were there.
She told me that we were going back to her apartment and that we could rest for a bit. She called it an apartment, but it really was an upscale condo. It looked fantastic from the outside and I thought that it must have rented for a pretty penny. We parked the car in the underground; she got out and took an oversized backpack from her trunk, took me by the hand and we walked to the elevator to go up to her ninth-floor home.
We got inside, she wrapped her arms around me again and said,
"I'm so glad you're here. I think of you all the time because I miss you so much. I wish you hadn't moved away."
I told her how I felt, too, and I stepped away from her becasue I thought it was the right thing to do.
"Help me with my coat, Bruce, please. I want to get rid of these work clothes and feel a little more refreshed."
I watched her as she unzipped her knee-length fall coat and opened it up. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw her body. She had on a red casual sweater that was almost v-neck except it had a zipper that was about 10 inches long. The zipper was zipped down about four inches--just enough to give a glimpse of her pretty tits being pushed up by a red bra. She had on a mini-skirt which came about two inches above her knee and showed off her pretty legs.
"These are your work clothes??" I asked. You look hot, Lynn. Not exactly how I remember you."
"Thanks, Daddy Bruce. It's nice to hear you say that about me. I always wanted to try to please you."
and with that, she reached up and kissed me on the lips--a little longer and a little more passionately. She had a knack for kissing, that's for sure. I just stood there holding her and could feel her little tits pressing against me. That felt good, too.
"There's some beer in the fridge if you want one. I'm going to change from my work clothes." she said. I decided to get a little brave and said,
"Don't change from those clothes for me, Lynn. I love what you got on. Like I said, 'You look hot."
She said, "OK, have it your way." and she went to the kitchen."
"Beer or wine, Daddy Bruce?" I chose beer and she chose wine.
By this time, I was sitting on the couch, and she came over and sat beside me. Close enough that I could reach her, but I wasn't about to make a good thing disappear by trying to cop a feel. We chatted a long time about things past, present, and future. I asked her about her love-life and she told me about her boyfriend which disappointed me because in my fantasy life I wanted to be her boyfriend, but I think the 40-year difference would have prevented that.
She asked me if I minded if she stretched out; and before I could answer, she shifted her body around so that her head was resting on my lap. I could see more of her pretty little tits in the red bra, and when she stretched out, her skirt slid up quite a bit so that I could see the top of her nylons held up by a garter belt. I wondered why she was dressed like this, but I didn't want to ask, nor did I want her to change positions or clothes.
I had put my bottle of beer on the table next to me and she had put her glass of wine down. With her stretched out across the couch, there was no where I could put my hands and arms, so I just put them across her tummy. With her red shirt riding up a bit, I could see quite a bit of her tight, bare tummy, and it looked so inviting. I was hoping that she would not feel my hard-on that was just coming to life because her head was resting on my crotch.
"Do you always dress like this for work, Lynn?" I asked her.
She said, "No, except when I have a special client who dresses like this, too. But, today I wore something special for you. Do you recognize it?"
I looked her over and discovered that there was very little I recognized after this long period of time.
"No, I don't know what it is. Am I supposed to?"
Then she begins her story.
"Remember when we were all in Florida at Mum and Dad's winter house and we had gone to an outlet mall shopping? I went to the Victoria's Secret outlet and bought four bras."
I did remember that because it was really odd for a 14-year-old girl to come to someone like me and show me her purchases. I told her that I vaguely remember her buying clothes.
"Yeah, I bought clothes, but they were bras and panties from Vicky's. (apparently today's nickname for Victoria's Sectret.) I showed them to you when we were alone in my room; and when I showed you the red push-up, you whispered, 'You're going to look good in that. Wish I were your age to see you in it.' Well, when I was getting dressed today, I dug out a red bra just for you. Do you like it?"
Before I could answer her, Lynn pulled the zipper down the rest of the way and said,
"See what it does for small boobs?"
I said,
"They look great to me, Lynn. I can't believe you remembered that, and I can't believe you would dress like this for me."
She said,
"Well, it's not all for you, but you can have it all if you want it."
I just kept staring down at her tits, but I couldn't resist it and I leaned way down and kissed her. She responded very nicely to me and we shared tongues for a second and third kiss.
"Do I get a feeling that I am turning you on?" she asked me and with that she moved her head back and forth across my cock to make it grow.
