This is the first installment of the story of Rob and his two daughters, Elle, 20 years old and Jodie, 19 who were drawn closer together following the death of their wife/mother, Louise.
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It had been almost a year that we'd been on our own. Louise, our wife and mother, had been taken from us far too quickly and far too early.
We were surviving, but things were different now for all of us. "Us" I should explain at the outset I suppose, is me Rob, Louise's husband or widower, I guess I have to say now, and our two daughters, Elle and Jodie.
Elle was 20 and Jodie had just turned 19. Both had gone on to the local university after finishing high school; Elle was studying ecology and Jodie was majoring in maths. They'd both turned out to be fine young women. Louise was... would have been as proud of them as I was.
The girls now seemed pretty settled and fully occupied by their studies, part-time jobs and friends. Elle went through a bit of a wild stage straight after Louise's passing but had quickly gotten over it. Jodie was saddened but she was resilient and future-looking. It was probably me who was having the hardest time adjusting.
I was in my late forties and hadn't started dating again. I kept putting it off by saying I was focused on the girls finishing high school and starting university and then there was my own work and the daily existence stuff of the house and garden. I knew I was still grieving and would have to focus more on myself and my own future now that the girls were grown up.
I still had urges, don't get me wrong. In fact, occasionally, maybe half a dozen times, I'd worked up the courage to visit the local glory hole to seek some relief. The anonymity of the place appealed to me. As did Delvene one of the new women there, whom I was lucky to visit a couple of times.
I was careful to time my visits for when the girls were busy with uni, their part-time jobs or visiting friends, so that I didn't have any awkward absences to explain.
The premises were clean and tasteful. The women were always completely hidden away in a booth which had their obviously fake name on the outside. I never saw Delvene's face and she wasn't always working when I visited anyway.
Delvene had a special way of pleasing me that I couldn't resist. I didn't go often but now I was always a little disappointed if she wasn't there.
In my mind's eye, I imagined Delvene as an attractive, bored, middle-aged, experienced and caring lady who was just perfect for me. In reality she was probably a hundred years old, a chain smoker who hit the bottle and was always cranky, so it was undoubtedly better not to spoil the mystery of her identity. But it was nice to fantasise.
"Hey Dad," Elle said waking me from my Delvene daydream, "remember Jodie and I are going out tonight."
"All good, Elle," I replied, "I hadn't forgotten. I'm not that old yet, you know," I said laughing.
"What are you going to do, Dad?" Elle asked. "You know you should go out more and meet people. You know, get a life."
"Maybe," I said, "but there's that new movie on Netflix that I want to see."
"Jeepers!" Elle said. It was an old fashioned expression that Elle had picked up somewhere along the way. It had become her pet phrase for situations she found surprising, mostly in a good way or as in now, expressing minor exasperation with me.
"You can watch that anytime," she explained reasonably. "Go out and have some fun. What is Paul up to?"
Paul was a good family friend that I caught up with now and then for a beer and to watch sport. He also visited the glory hole. In fact it was he who put me on to it in the first place.
"I don't know," I replied. "Maybe you're right. I might give him a call."
The real reason I was thinking that Elle might be right about going out was because it would be a good opportunity to drop in on Delvene...if she was working, that is. Knowing my luck, she wouldn't be.
"Where's Jodie?" I asked, wondering where Elle's partner in crime was.
"She's upstairs," Elle replied, "just finishing getting ready. We won't be home late. But, you know, don't wait up," she added laughing.
Jodie soon came down the stairs. Both girls looked great. They were both tall and had slim bodies poured into close fitting jeans that showed off their peachy bottoms very sweetly. They were still growing into their bodies, though and their breasts were not big. Elle's were starting to swell nicely, while Jodie's remained delicious little bumps. Not that I noticed, you understand.
Jodie had Louise's eyes and hair...honey blonde but cut short. Elle was darker more like me. Her hair was longer and she often wore it loosely tied in a little feminine chignon. I thought they were both gorgeous.
We said our goodbyes when the girl's ride arrived and they left in very high spirits. A great night of socialising lay ahead, no doubt.
I wondered if they were having sex yet with any of their lucky friends. I supposed so, but I trusted them: they were good girls and took care of themselves and they looked out for each other. They were confident, too, with high self-esteem; they were sure to be more careful than profligate.
Once they had gone, I had a little dinner and started my own preparations. I showered and changed into casual dark clothes to be more inconspicuous. I put on a baseball cap and headed off for my rendez-vous with, I hoped, Delvene.
I always parked a block away and walked the final hundred metres to the premises. Silly, I know, but I still wasn't used to visiting such places.
I paid my entrance fee in cash with my face down and entered inside. It was always dark with a reddish glow in these places. I don't know why. I was in a kind of central lounge area when I heard someone call out.
"Hey, Rob."
So much for my disguise. It was Paul. He been here a while, I gathered.
"Hi," I said back almost whispering.
"Mate," he said grinning with a cheshire cat-sized grin. "You're in luck! She's in tonight. First time in ages. And she is in very good form!"
"Who?" I said feigning ignorance.
"You know," he dug his elbow into my ribs, "Delvene."
"She just blew me then. Swallowed a bit maybe, too, before she finished me off in her hand. All over her face, I hope, well that's what I was aiming for, but who knows. It was great!"
I was a little envious or maybe jealous.
"I'm still weak at the knees," he said wobbling his legs to emphasise his point.
"Third booth," he added before going over to the bar for a drink.
"Thanks," I said as he drifted away.
I wished that I had visited her first, but anyway, I made my way over the third booth. The name tag read: "Delvene." I couldn't help feeling a little excited and I felt my cock bulge in my pants.
The cubicle was unoccupied, so I stepped in and closed the door. I stood there for a while waiting for my heartbeats to slow down back to normal and long enough to let Delvene know that she had another visitor.
I put some money in the slot and a small hole opened just in front of my pelvis. I heard some movement behind the screen. I unzipped my pants and took my cock out. It was already swelling but not quite at full size.
My cock was longer than average, I suppose but not by much. It was cut and I liked to trim my pubic hair and shave my balls so it looked, I hope, "nice."
I put it into the hole and I thought I heard some chatter behind the screen. It was the first time that had happened.
