Daddies Taboo

by Iona Nixon

  'Oh, hello,' I said. 'Your friends have left you?'

  'Umm ... yes,' she said. 'They had to go.'

  'Well, then perhaps I could buy you a drink,' I suggested.

  'Umm ... no,' she said. 'I mean ... thank you, but I'm just waiting for George, and then we're going to go to a movie.'

  'Oh. OK,' I said, trying not to sound disappointed -- even though I was. 'Well ... enjoy the movie.'

  'Thanks,' she said.

  I went back to the bar and collected my pint. George! What a lucky bastard he was. Mind you, I don't know what made me think that such a heavenly creature would be unattached and simply waiting patiently for me to appear in her life. It was hardly likely, was it? Theoretically possible; but hardly likely. A couple of minutes later, I again glanced in the mirror and she had gone.

  That night I had another dream about her. She was kneeling on a bed, wearing a black chemise with a soft frilly hem. She had her back to me and she was leaning forward. The hem of the chemise came to an end about halfway down her ample buttocks, leaving the lower half of her bum and the backs of her shapely thighs exposed. I could clearly see the generously proportioned outer lips her of her pussy protruding from between her thighs. The bright pink inner lips -- which appeared to be glistening with pussy juice -- were just peeking out from between the outer lips. Once again I woke with morning iron rather than morning wood.

  On Monday I was late leaving work. And then, to make matters worse, the train driver decided to park in a tunnel for what seemed like an hour or two -- just for the fun of it. So, by the time I left the station for the walk home, it was already well past eight.

  Not only was I late, I was also hungry. I hadn't had time for lunch, and the only sustenance I had had since breakfast was a slightly stale piece of shortbread.

  Initially, I decided to pick up something ready to eat from the deli counter at the supermarket. But then I remembered that it was Monday. On Monday, the supermarket closes at eight.

  I didn't feel like a burger or anything like that, so I decided to see if the local convenience store had any of its famous rotisserie-style chickens left. I was in luck. There was one; just one; but one was all I needed.

  The middle-aged woman (who I think is one of the store's owners) had just put the chicken in a foil-lined bag when the goddess appeared.

  'Do you have any more of those?' she asked.

  'Oh, hello,' I said. 'We meet again.'

  'So it would seem,' she said. And then she turned back to the store owner and an answer to her question.

  'Sorry,' the woman said. 'That's the last one.'

  'Damn!' the goddess said. She looked really disappointed.

  'You could have this one,' I said generously.

  'No, no. I couldn't do that,' she said.

  'Or we could share,' I suggested.

  'Share?'

  'Half each. In fact, a quarter will be enough for me.'

  'Are you on your own?' she asked, frowning slightly. 'You don't have a family to feed?'

  'On my own,' I said.

  For a few seconds she looked me up and down as though she was seeing me for the first time. And then she said: 'OK. You bring the chicken. I'll throw together a bit of salad. And I'm pretty sure there's a bottle of wine in the fridge.'

  'Well, if you're sure,' I said, hardly able to believe my luck.

  'We both need to eat,' she said. And she smiled.

  I suggested that she lead the way. And, once out of the store, we turned left, in the opposite direction from the street in which I had originally seen her.

  As we walked, I tried to strike up a conversation. 'Have you had a busy day?' I asked.

  We were walking side by side, and I could only see her face in profile, but I knew from the brief silence that she was probably frowning. It seemed to be what she did whenever she was asked a question.

  'Busy? Yes, I suppose so,' she said. 'Most of my days are busy.'

  I was about to enquire what it was that filled her days with busyness, when we reached a gate that led into a small walled courtyard.

  'This is us,' she said. And she reached into her bag for a bunch of keys. Finding what she was looking for, she unlocked first one lock and then a second lock, and pushed open the door to the modern-looking townhouse.

  'This is nice,' I said.

  She nodded. 'George owns it,' she said.

  Ah. That lucky bastard George again. 'So ... is George ...?'

  'Away on a course,' she said.

  'Ah. Right,' I said. Well, that was something for which to be thankful. It seemed that I would at least have the goddess to myself for an hour or so.

  The goddess led me through to the kitchen and started gathering ingredients for a salad. 'Oh, and the wine,' she said. And she produced a bottle of Pinot Grigio and a couple of glasses. 'Can I get you to look after this?'

  I opened the bottle and poured some wine into each glass.

  'Look, I'm terribly sorry,' I said. 'I seem to have forgotten your name.'

  'Maria,' she volunteered.

  'And I'm Rob.'

  'Yes. You told me that the other day,' she said.

  As Maria peeled and chopped and sliced, I contemplated her ample beauty. She was -- as I hope I have conveyed -- stunning. Great legs, a fabulous arse, a nice rounded tummy with a clearly-defined waist, and awesome breasts. And, on top of this near-perfect body, a near-perfect face and long, dark, gorgeous, silky, hair. That George was one lucky bloke.

  But it didn't stop me from fantasizing. Just the thought of her naked had my cock stirring. As she peeled and sliced, I imagined her bent over the table, her skirt up around her waist as had it had been the day the wind had caught it, and me, my hands on her ample breasts, fucking her from behind.

  Within a matter of minutes, Maria had cut the chicken into pieces and arranged the pieces on a large serving platter which she had placed in the middle of the dining table. Next to the chicken she placed a bright-looking salad of tomatoes and capsicums and cucumber. And next to that she placed a basket of warm, yeasty-smelling bread rolls and a big pot of rich yellow butter.

  'Right,' she said, 'I don't know about you, but I'm starving.'

  I do like a girl who enjoys her food. And Maria certainly enjoyed her food. There was nothing finicky about the way she attacked the chicken. But neither did she wolf it down. Rather she savoured it, each and every mouthful.

  'Mmm, that feels better,' she said when we had demolished about two thirds of the chicken.

  I topped up her wine glass. 'Have you lived here long?' I asked.

  Maria shook her head. 'No. I'm a new girl,' she said. 'I only moved down here about six weeks ago. It was a bit of a life-changing move, but the job was too good to pass up. I guess once I get to know a few people ....' And then after a moment or two she added: 'How about you?'

  'I've been here for almost five years,' I said. 'And I'm surprised that you haven't met heaps of people.'

  'Well, I have met quite a few people,' she said. 'But it would be quite nice to meet a single man.'

  Now I was confused. 'I thought that you and George ....'

  Maria frowned. And then she gradually broke into a big smile and nodded knowingly. 'Oh ... George. George is Georgina. And while I think she probably swings both ways, I definitely prefer men, the genuine article. The problem is ... as you may have noticed, I'm not exactly skinny.'

  'I think you're perfect,' I said.

  She laughed. 'It's OK,' she said. 'You don't have to say that. I am what I am. It's how I've always been.'

  'Yeah, and I think you're just perfect.'

  She looked across the table at me with a degree of incredulity. 'Are you serious?' she said.

  'Never more so,' I assured her.

  'Oh ...' she said. 'Really?'

  'Really.'

  'Oh.' She seemed somewhat taken aback. 'In that case I don't know what to say.'

  It was at that point that I got up from my chair, walked over to her, drew her to her feet, and ki
ssed her. Yes, it was a risk, I know. But instead of resisting -- or slapping my face -- she melted into my arms. Our bodies came together: her beautiful thighs against my legs, her rounded tummy pushing against my hardening cock, and her big, soft breasts engulfing my lower chest. It was every bit as good as I had imagined.

  It only took a moment or two to unbutton her shirt and then to run my hands over her ample bra-clad breasts. 'Mmm ... gorgeous,' I mumbled as I began kissing the exposed upper part of her breasts. 'Absolutely gorgeous.'

  As we hugged and kissed and caressed, my hands worked their way down to her waist and sought the means by which her skirt could be removed.

  'This might be easier in the bedroom,' she suggested.

  We kissed once more, and then she took my hand and led the way to her bedroom.

  She turned on a lamp that was standing on one of the bedside tables. The shade on the lamp was a sort of hot pink colour, and it gave the light a warm and slightly cosy glow. With Maria's help, we removed her skirt and her unbuttoned shirt.

  'Let me look at you,' I said.

  She looked at me shyly. 'Are you sure you want to?' she asked.

  'Oh, yes,' I said. 'And maybe the tights should go,' I added.

  Together we removed her tights. She was now standing there in just her bra and knickers.

  'You are so beautiful,' I said. 'So beautiful.'

  'And you have too many clothes on,' she said.

  I laughed. But she was right, of course. I unbuttoned my shirt and shrugged it off.

  'And your trousers,' she said, fumbling with the buckle of my belt. On her third or fourth attempt, the buckle came free, she lowered the zip, and my trousers fell to my ankles. Expertly, she pulled down the front of my briefs and freed my erect cock. 'Mmm ...' she said, 'you are pleased to see me.'

  'I am indeed,' I told her. 'And I want to see more.' I reached behind her and found the fastening of her bra. It was a two-handed job, but in a trice her breasts were free. I gazed upon them -- briefly -- before covering them with kisses.

  'Oh, yes!' she said.

  My tongue made little circles around the nipple of her right breast. And then I turned my attention to her left breast.

  'Mmm,' she murmured softly . 'That feels so good.'

  On the one hand there was no hurry. But on the other hand there was. I wanted to taste her pussy. My kisses headed south. And when my mouth reached her fabric covered mons, I paused and allowed the warmth of my breath to flood down over the prominent mound.

  'Oh, god, yes!' she said. And I felt her hands on the back of my head, guiding me onward to her fecund secret valley.

  'I think it is now you who are overdressed,' I suggested.

  She smiled. 'Maybe,' she said. And, with a little help from each of us, her knickers made their way to the floor.

  Gently, I pushed her back onto the bed, spread her ample thighs, and placed a little kiss on the inside of her right knee. One kiss led to another. And another. Gradually, I worked my way up to her waiting pussy. For a moment or two, my lips tarried. And then I eased back and began kissing the inside of her other thigh.

  'You're a tease,' she said.

  'I am,' I acknowledged. But I didn't tease for long. Soon I was kissing her soft crevice, my tongue darting between her hardening clit and the waiting entrance to her tunnel of lust.

  'Oh, god, that feels so good,' she said.

  'And so do you,' I said. 'And you taste of nectar.' I slid one finger into her. And then a second.

  'I want to feel your cock inside me,' she said.

  'Soon,' I told her.

  I lifted her legs and allowed the tip of my tongue to explore her, from her sweet rosebud to her clit and back again.

  Oh, yes,' she said.

  And then it was time. I gently pushed her legs still further towards her chest and lined up my cock with her warm and wet waiting entrance.

  'Are you ready?' I asked.

  'Oh, god, yes.'

  'Are you sure?' I said, teasingly.

  'Just do it! Just fucking do it!'

  I allowed the head of my cock to slowly slip between her wet lips and into her pink tunnel. And then I slowly pulled it out again. In again. And out again. But only just the head of my cock; only just a hint of what might be to come. In again. And out again.

  'I want it all,' she said.

  'You're a greedy girl, aren't you,' I said.

  'I am,' she replied. And she raised her hips to capture more of my cock in her hungry cunt.

  'OK,' I said. And I pushed all the way into her in one smooth thrust.

  'Yes!' she said.

  With my thumb now working her clit, I thrust into her in long, strong stokes. In. And in. And in. And in.

  Her breaths were getting shorter and she was rocking in rhythm with my strokes. And then she was there. 'Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, god, yes!'

  And I could hold on no longer. I pulled my cock from inside her hot cunt and, after three or four rapid pumps with my hand, sprayed her glorious belly with my cum.

  For a couple of minutes we just lay there, exhausted, me partially collapsed on her sexy body.

  'You are one sexy woman,' I said.

  She just grinned.

  And then I rolled off her and we lay side by side, gently hugging each other, exchanging little kisses, neither of us able to wipe the smile from our faces.

  We must have lain like that for about ten minutes. And then Maria said, sadly: 'And now I suppose you have to go.'

  'Only if you want me to go,' I said.

  She snuggled her head into my bare chest. And I took that to mean no.

  The End.

  Lucky Day

  Things seemed to be going from bad to worse that morning. Having been recently dumped by what I had thought was the love of my life I had decided to occupy my time and my mind in fixing up my place and working in the garden a bit. I'd been up all night painting the master bathroom and waiting for day light so I could continue my log furniture building project when I realized I was out of the screws I needed for the furniture. My van was refusing to start so I had to wait until 10am to borrow my fathers truck for a quick run to the local big box store in search of screws.

  Little did I know....

  As I rounded the corner of the hardware aisle I stopped dead in my tracks. Standing there in the middle of the aisle was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. She was tiny, maybe as high as my chin, and I could easily have thrown her over my shoulder and stalked off with her. I considered it briefly but only briefly. I'd get shot for that in these parts.

  Long blonde hair down past the cutest little ass, and big blue eyes that made my heart pound. I stood in stunned silence for a few moments just taking it all in. She glanced up at me and I hurried to look as if I hadn't been staring.

  Now what did I come here for? Oh yeah screws... dang, just what I needed, as if I wasn't lonely and hard up enough. I carefully surveyed the wood screws whilst trying to sneak peaks at her from beneath my lashes. She turned in my direction and I quickly bent to grab a box of 2 inch screws trying not to get caught again.

  "excuse me but you look as if maybe you could help me"

  I thought to myself Oh yeah baby! I can help you right out of that jogging suit and right into bed. "Uh um maybe what is it you need?"

  "Well, my toilet is leaking water everywhere and I can't get it to stop and I don't know which of these parts that I need to fix it" I realized she'd been looking at the commode parts the whole time I had been taking peeks.

  "Hmmm it depends, where is the water coming from?" I was thinking I could offer to fix it and maybe, but no ... hell, she's probably the piano player for the local baptist church or something.

  "I think it is coming from under the tank, ah, look could you maybe come and look at it? I'd pay you. You see my husband and I divorced a few months ago and I just have no idea how any of this stuff works or how to put it on." I acknowledged to myself right then that there had to be a higher power and she had to
be smiling on me today!

  "Sure I'd be happy to help and no need to pay me I'm not a professional or anything I just fix what ever needs fixing" That got me a great big smile!

  "By the way, I don't even know your name mine is Cindy"

  "Pleased to meet you Cindy, all my friends call me Mo and these parts right here should fix it up with no problem. If I am following you to your house I'll need to make a quick call first I am in my fathers pick-up and if he thought I'd had an accident in it he have a coronary. I'll meet you in the parking lot. I am in the gold Toyota king cab with a camper on it." She took the package of parts from me giving me another dazzling smile and headed off toward the checkout.

  I hit Dads number on speed dial. " Hey, Dad (crossing my fingers) I ran into an old friend in town and we are gonna do the breakfast bar at the diner so It'll be a little while before I get your truck back to you."

  "Old friend? Who? Now don't you be doing none of that weird stuff in my damned truck!"

  "Daaad, it's just one of the girls I know from the wildlife conservation group (I was hoping it was going to be wild) and I won't be doing anything in your truck!"

  "Yeah right, I know how you are... I saw you checking out the girl that delivers the mail" Damn, nailed again... shit!

  "I promise no funny stuff in the truck, I have to go now, she's waiting for me. Don't worry. I may be a few hours, we have a lot of catching up to do." I hung up before he could warn me again about what not to do in his precious truck.

  After stopping by the flowers section to pick out a single red rose bud just in case. I rushed through the check out and headed for the truck. She pulled up to me just as I was putting my purchases in the back and making sure that Dad had his tool box in there. Bless him, not only would I have all the tools I needed but his 2 gal. wet dry vac was in there too. I was going to be a very useful butch indeed. I slipped the rose into the tool box with a grin.

  Standing behind her at her door with tool box in one hand and vacuum in the other I was totally unprepared for the horse of a dog that burst through as soon as she opened her door. The damned thing was huge!