Greg Wilson walked along Victoria Street in the afternoon. He had left the office early, and was enjoying being outside on a warm spring day.
Ahead, he saw a familiar-looking figure, and recognised the man as an old pal from his university days. The guy saw Greg at about the same time, and both of them broke into smiles, shook hands and embraced.
"Bill. Bill Franklin. Wow mate, I haven't seen you since graduation. That must be, what, twenty five years? How's things? What brings you to town? Do you have a little time for a catch up?"
His old friend had attended a conference, which had just finished, and he found himself with a couple hours to kill before taking the train home. He thought he didn't know anyone in town, so he was happy to run into Greg. They agreed to go to a local bar where they could talk.
"How about this one," asked Bill as they passed a place. Greg stopped and considered a moment then shook his head.
"I don't think this one's lifestyle. I know a nicer one further up, that is. Come with me."
So they walked and talked about their lives, over the decades since they had last seen each other. They had careers, they had kids who had grown up and left home. They had marriages that had broken up and new relationships formed in their wake.
In a few minutes they reached a sign and followed it to a place with a balcony, shaded by large old oak trees. They ordered pints at the bar and went to to take a standing table by the edge, with a view out over the river.
"Wow, this is a nice joint," said Bill, looking around. There were tables and chairs, and a few couches but at this time in the early afternoon, it was mostly empty save for a couple folks here and there.
"Yeah, we like it here. It's got a good vibe, and they're pretty open about things back here in the garden bar," said Greg.
"So how have you been," asked Bill. "Any exciting things going on in your life? How's work? How's life in general?"
"I'm taking it easy at work," said Greg. I'm semi-retired now. I like to take the afternoons off if I can, like today. I had some hard times a while back. My marriage breaking up affected me more than I thought, and I slipped a bit I guess. My relationship with my daughter suffered too. We drifted apart, and I didn't really help her out the way I should have."
"Shit man, I'm sorry to hear that," said Bill.
"Oh, it's fine now," said Greg. "A couple years back something happened to pick me up out of the dive I was in and set me straight. I'm doing fine. Rachael and I are closer than ever."
"Yeah, I heard you had a daughter. How old is she now?"
"Rachel's twenty six. All grown up, and a wonderful, confident,
outgoing woman."
"What does she do?"
Bill waved his hand. "Oh, she works online. Tell you what, why don't I give her a call and see if she's free to come down and meet you?"
"Oh look, there's no need to trouble her," said Bill. "And, you know, I've got to catch a train soon." He looked at his watch. "Yeah, nah, I'm sure she's busy and I don't really have that much time."
Greg tapped out a text to Bill on his phone, and grinned. "I think you'll like Rachael. Maybe two years ago, she decided to get into the lifestyle."
"Oh my god," said Bill. The news struck him, and he was silent for a moment. "Wow, OK. Um, How was that for you? Was it a shock? Wow... Is she still lifestyle? Can I meet her?"
Greg laughed, and nodded to the ping on Bill's phone. "That's Rachel's page. Look her up, pretty sure you'll like what you see. As to how it was for me, well... it was actually a bit of a shock, to be honest. But I'd been distant before then, and I wanted to support her in whatever she decided to do, and so I went along with it, to help her out. I actually became her transition partner, which has really deepened our relationship.
Bill was scrolling on his phone. His mouth hung open, and he and kept saying, "wow."
Greg, meanwhile, rang Rachel, and put the phone on the table between them.
"Hey Dad," she answered.
"Oh hey Love. I've got you on speaker. I'm down at the Lime Bar with an old mate from Uni who I haven't seen for years. Do you remember me talking about Bill Franklin? We had some great times together. I'm wondering if you'd like to come down for a drink with us? He says he'd really like to meet you." He grinned at his friend.
"The Lime Bar," said Rachel. "That lifestyle bar we've been to, on the river? Oh, I see now why Bill wants to meet me." She laughed. "Yeah OK, I'd love to come with you two old guys! That would be awesome. I'll be there in a bit."
Greg grinned to himself at the way she had put that.
They didn't have to wait long. Before they had finished their first pint, Greg spotted his daughter making her way across the bar to the door onto the balcony.
Rachael wore a red floral-print summer dress, with her hair in braids hanging to her shoulders. She saw her father and broke into a big smile, and came over. Greg and his daughter embraced, and his hands went down her back to cup her bum cheeks and he pulled her into him. Her mouth sought his and they kissed, tongues entwined. As always when he saw her these days, the blood flowed into his dick and he grew
an erection.
She broke the embrace and turned to Bill, and put out her hand. "Hi, I'm Rachel, you must be Bill. Nice to meet you." Bill took her hand and she stepped into a tight embrace with him and a kiss as passionate and erotic as the one she had shared with her dad.
"Wow," said Bill, when she broke the kiss."That was super nice! Your dad told me you were in the lifestyle. How cool is that?"
"Oh I like it a lot," Rachel said, smiling at him. He looked at her breasts, half exposed in the open halter top of her dress.
"Oh my god," he said. Those are even better in person than on your pages. Do you mind if I..."
Rachel laughed, and pulled his hand up, placing it on her left breast. Bill grasped, and brought his other hand and soon had the fabric of her dress pulled away, exposing her tits as he massaged them.
Greg, meanwhile, standing behind Rachael, put his hands on her hips, and slid them down her body to her bum, and kneaded her arse, then pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist.
Rachael was now more or less naked. Other folks in the bar glanced over and went on with their own conversations. Greg's hands on her hips firmly turned her pelvis, so her bum faced Bill, who reached into his trousers and pulled out his erect cock. He rubbed it against Rachel's slit. She hummed, and put her hands onto the table and pushed against Bill's thrust.
"Oh my god," said Bill as the head of his cock slipped past her wet lips and inside her. He had one hand on her hip and reached around with his other to cup her breast as Rachael started riding him.
