Just a simple short story about another beautiful young girl and handsome middle aged man finding each other. This is a quick single chapter only. Please leave comments, I enjoy those.
And now to the story:
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Better Than the Real Thing
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April stormed the living room with angry intent in her stride. Mark watched his daughter's friend from the corner of his eye, wondering what had driven the 18 year old high school senior from the room where his daughter Judy and several of her friends were having a sleepover. He briefly glanced at her legs and ass, tightly embraced by her black leggings. Her heather grey knit sweater was long enough to cover her midsection but stopped high enough to show her well-formed butt.
She threw herself into an armchair and without prompting or preamble, explained, "That bitch Kaylee, is driving me nuts with her bullshit."
"Oh," he agreed Kaylee was a bitch, so it was business as usual. He returned his attention to the movie he was watching.
April looked at his handsome face in profile. The salt-and-pepper at his temples gave him a distinguished, mature, and decidedly sexy look. Disappointed at losing his focus, she went on, "She watches way too much porn. Well, we all do I suppose, with the internet and all, but the rest of us don't make up stupid bullshit stories trying to pretend like our fantasies are real."
April was irked at Mark that her remark about porn had not even caused him to flinch. She wanted a reaction.
"She probably just wants attention," Mark muttered.
April turned up an irritated glare to eleven. "No shit, you think?"
Mark ignored her. April did not always get along with the other girls. Since she was young she often sought the company of adults when her friends started to get on her nerves. This was not the first time she had joined him watching TV while the girls hung out.
"What did she say this time?" He inquired, not really caring but trying to be a good listener.
April tried to reign in her anger, that now included him, and explained, "I'm guessing you and me, like everyone else in this house, share a..." she paused and waved her hand as she attempted to conjure the word she wanted out the air, "fascination, let's call it, yes, you, me, the rest of the girls here, we all share a fascination for daddy-daughter porn."
Startled, Mark looked at April wide-eyed and stuttered, "Well I ah-"
Pleased to finally have his attention, her mouth hinted at a cat-like smile as she went on, "Don't deny it. I don't mean you want to screw your daughter, or think of her when you whack it. You know, when I'm rubbing one out watching a good, hot, daddy-daughter sex scene, I'm never thinking of my dad, just the taboo of the father-daughter situation. Have you seen my dad?" She shuddered dramatically before going on, "So, I get it if you think of a hypothetical daughter, like I rub myself off to a hypothetical dad doing me. A hypothetical daddy who is super-hot, like your hypothetical daughter is probably rather attractive."
April could see he was imagining what she might look like while she was in her back naked, writhing and fingering her wet-
"What does this have to do with anything?" Mark startled her back into reality.
"What?" She scrunched her face in confusion at him. What had they been talking about before her mind had wandered. She needed to get laid. April started to think about how good it would feel to sit on Mark's face while his hands-
"Kaylee," he prompted.
"What? Who?"
"She was pissing you off somehow?"
"Oh yeah, Kaylee is bragging about how great having sex with her dad is. Such bullshit."
"What!?" Mark's eyes went huge.
"Yeah, I know. If I had to listen to another minute about the wonder of fucking a 'daddy sized' dick or how good it is to be with a man who knows what he's doing, I was going to choke her out."
"She shouldn't say that, whether or not it's true. They could arrest her dad if word gets around. Both of their lives would be destroyed by the news coverage alone. Not to mention the prison sentence for her dad."
"Another reason why a pretend daddy is better than the real thing."
"Dear Lord." Mark shook his head.
"Hey, speaking of pretending, why don't you pretend I'm your daughter and take me to go get some smoothies."
"Uhm, what?"
"Alright, I'll pay for the smoothies, but you're driving."
"You serious?"
"About getting smoothies? Hell yeah. Let's go. It'll be our first pretend daddy-daughter outing together. It'll be fun."
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Mark was surprised that there were smoothie shops open at this midnight hour. April navigated them to her favorite. He was even more surprised that there was a line to buy a smoothie at 12:15 in the morning.
As they waited in line April reached over and held his hand. "Hey Dad, what are you getting? I'm getting the tiger's blood."
"I don't know." He could sense she was hoping he would ask what tiger's blood was, so he ignored her.
She moved close to his side. In his ear, in a sultry voice she said, "Passion Orange is pretty good, you could get that." She said the word 'passion' in a voice dripping with sex.
Mark adjusted his arm so he was holding her around the waist, holding her close to him, and his hand caressing her side.
"Passion does sound good," he murmured into her hair above her ear.
She molded to his side pressing her breasts against him. "No, definitely, that's what you're getting, all the passion you can handle."
Mark slid his hand up so that his fingers were teasing the underside of April's b-cup breast. She somehow pressed even closer, holding her groin hard against his thigh.
When it was their turn, April ordered for both of them, but when it was time to pay, she took a half step away from Mark and patted her tightly encased thighs realizing something was missing.
She muttered a little embarrassed, "I left my purse at the house."
Mark was already handing a twenty dollar bill to the cashier having always intended to pay. "I've got it," he said.
After paying they turned away to look for a table and wait for their drinks.
"I'll pay you back," she said.
"Don't worry, I plan on making you work your debt off."
"Oh my, I hope it won't be too strenuous."
"I'm going to make it as strenuous as possible for you, or maybe the right word is vigorous."
April thought to herself, 'Oh my God, is this really happening?' She had wanted it to, but it had been so imaginary until now.
April walked ahead of him in order to walk between the tables single file. Mark leered as he followed her to a table. Her flirting definitely had his attention. He watched her firm ass bounce slightly with each step she took, her tights hiding nothing, in fact he should be able to see panty lines, but could not. Her sweater was not revealing, but he had seen her flat stomach before. He imagined forcing her to bend over one of the tables, tearing her pants down, and how wonderful her round ass would look as he fucked her mercilessly from behind. He had imagined her bent over for him many times, but this time he was planning his inevitable conquest of her expecting it to actually happen.
April could feel his eyes undressing her. Thank god her pants were black, or everyone would be able to see her soaking through the material between her thighs. In her head, she tried to imagine a scenario that ended with them in bed together tonight, but she could not bring him back to her parents house and with all the girls over his place was a no-fly-zone as well.
After she sat Mark moved to sit across from her.
"Uh-uh," April admonished him as she patted the seat next to her.
He dropped into the booth seat next to her as instructed and she gave him a nod of approval before she slid so close to him they touched shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, and thigh to thigh.
They both sat hyper-aware of each other. Everywhere they touched their skin burned with lust. She placed her hand on his thigh as he wrapped an arm around her back resting his hand on her stomach. April leaned her weight against him and he held her tighter. Her hand tenderly caressed his leg, he traced her stomach with his fingers.
She thought frantically, how would she get him alone? Could she talk him into taking them to a motel? In her teen paranormal romance novels the characters never had to deal with these basic logistical issues, so she had no frame of reference for how to go about getting him alone. In the books it just happened.
Too soon, their drinks were ready so she retrieved them. As she left, Mark studied her from behind. When she returned his eyes froze on the gap between her thighs. Her pussy was perfectly displayed in her tight pants. At this low angle he could see the flat area between her legs. His only thought was that he had to have her tonight. All of her. He had to get inside her in the next hour.
"Here you go, Daddy." She dropped in the seat at his side and slid his drink in front of him.
"Thanks, Sweet Pea," he replied.
Her eyes shot large, "Ooh, I like being called Sweet Pea. I want that to be your pet name for me from now on." She sipped her smoothie in what she intended to be a seductive way.
With a mock-earnest face he said, "I was between calling you Sweet Pea or Sugar Tits."
April nearly snorted smoothie out her nose with a sudden laugh.
Grinning naughtily he said, "I'll stick with Sweet Pea then?"
Recovering, April said, "You'll need to save Sugar Tits for when we're alone." She laughed again imagining him calling her that then added, "And I'll have to be drunk too. Really drunk."
