After a night of debauchery and lovemaking and a sound night’s sleep in each other’s arms, Julie and I awoke on the second day of my visit. While Julie changed and fed Jenny, I showered, dressed and then went into the kitchen to make a big breakfast for Julie and I. After all our physical activity of the night before, we needed some energy food to keep us going. This was specially the case for me since at 61 I am definitely not the man I used to be. However, I have to say that Julie is sure bringing out a side of me I had forgotten ever existed. I have never been so constantly turned on in my life and am enjoying every moment.
As I was putting the finishing touches on the bacon, eggs and toast, Julie walked into the kitchen in her robe and walked up to me. She reached up and, placing her arms around my neck drew me down to her sweet tasting lips for a penetrating soulful kiss. “Good morning, my loving Daddy! Thank you so much for last night!!” After our kiss parted I pushed her gently into her chair and we both devoured our food with relish.
After breakfast and cleanup, Julie made out a shopping list for groceries and wine and asked if I would go to the store for her since she had some jobs to do around the house. I looked pouting at her “Can’t we go together, baby. Daddy doesn’t want his little girl out of his sight today” She ignored my pleas and, placing her car keys in my hand and giving me directions to the nearest mall, shoved me out the door.
I took me almost four hours to complete the tasks; of course, being somewhat directionally challenged, I lost my way twice. By the time I returned home it was already after 2:30 in the afternoon. I tried to open the door with an armful of groceries but it was locked. Putting down the bags, I unlocked the door, stooped down to pick up the bags and turned to enter the door. The sight I beheld almost caused me to drop my load; Julie was standing in the doorway (for all the neighbourhood to see) wearing what can only be described as a girls’ school uniform. Looking up from her penny loafers, up her white sheer hold-ups with the lace elastic band on top, the expanse of bare thigh to the pleated blue plaid skirt that was at least 2 inches above the stocking top and finally a starched wide midi blouse with the top three buttons undone and a loosely tied blue plaid tie around her neck. Though the open neckline I could just see the top of what looked like a plain cotton bra – just the sort that a girl would wear.
I suddenly realized that I was standing on the front stoop holding an armful of heavy groceries; Julie stepped aside and let me pass closing and locking the door behind me. I cast an admiring glance over my shoulder with a breathless “Wow!” hoping that it sufficiently expressed my surprise and pleasure. Julie followed me into the kitchen and without a word being exchanged, I put away the perishables – I figured the rest could wait to later. I wanted to play out the fantasy that my little girl was intent on.
I took her by the hand and led her into the living room where we sat across from each other in front of the fireplace on the matching ladder back chairs she had obviously placed there in my absence. The mid-afternoon heat was being kept at bay with the closed drapes and only the soft light of the lamps on the end tables illuminated the large room.
“So, Baby. Tell Daddy what kind of day you had at school today?” I asked. This struck me as the question needed to kick-start the game afoot.
Julie looked some ashamed and muttered under her breath, “I got suspended, Daddy”
“What!” I said sternly. “I can’t quite hear you! Explain yourself right now!”
