geronimo_appleby
always on the move
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His wife sat on the stairs, knees together but cleverly positioned on the seventh riser. He could see the gusset of her white underwear drawn taut across the cleft of her pussy when the door closed behind him.
‘Hello, Daddy,’ she grinned. ‘I’ve been waiting for you to get home.’ The grin became a pout as she looked down at him, eyes sorrowful. ‘I missed you. It’s dark and cold and wet outside ... And I don’t like it when it’s dark. I get scared.’
She stood, purposely pausing to allow him to appreciate the clothing she’d chosen, showing off her long legs. He stared up at her and swallowed heavily, muttering an obscenity in appreciation of the spiked heels, the pink over-knee socks, the briefest pleated skirt of the same shocking colour, and the tight sleeveless white tee-shirt moulded to her breasts. She slowly descended, one hand on the banister to steady herself, knowing from the look on his face the effect she was having.
Finally her eyes were level with his. She reached for the laptop bag in his hand. .‘Did you have a hard day, Daddy?’ He nodded, unable to speak at that moment. She leaned forward, hands behind her back. He could smell the clean scent of her, soap and shampoo and subtle perfume as she gently kissed his cheek. He smiled idiotically, his hand coming up to where her lips had feathered his face. ‘I’m such a lucky girl to have a Daddy who works so hard to take care of me.’ She reached for the knot of his tie, loosening it. ‘And because you work so hard, I’m going to look after you tonight.’ She took a pace backwards, the backs of her shoes against the lowest tread of the stairs. ‘Do you like my new clothes?’
Still dumb he nodded while she executed an enthusiastic pirouette. ‘Very ... uh ... nice,’ he said to her wide-eyed, expectant face, his voice a croak.
‘Do I look pretty in my new clothes, Daddy? I wanted to look pretty for you.’
‘Very pretty,’ he managed.
She grinned and clapped her hands. ‘That makes me happy. Now,’ she added, turning. ‘You go into the living room and I’ll bring you a cold beer. I got the kind you like.’
... etc.
‘Hello, Daddy,’ she grinned. ‘I’ve been waiting for you to get home.’ The grin became a pout as she looked down at him, eyes sorrowful. ‘I missed you. It’s dark and cold and wet outside ... And I don’t like it when it’s dark. I get scared.’
She stood, purposely pausing to allow him to appreciate the clothing she’d chosen, showing off her long legs. He stared up at her and swallowed heavily, muttering an obscenity in appreciation of the spiked heels, the pink over-knee socks, the briefest pleated skirt of the same shocking colour, and the tight sleeveless white tee-shirt moulded to her breasts. She slowly descended, one hand on the banister to steady herself, knowing from the look on his face the effect she was having.
Finally her eyes were level with his. She reached for the laptop bag in his hand. .‘Did you have a hard day, Daddy?’ He nodded, unable to speak at that moment. She leaned forward, hands behind her back. He could smell the clean scent of her, soap and shampoo and subtle perfume as she gently kissed his cheek. He smiled idiotically, his hand coming up to where her lips had feathered his face. ‘I’m such a lucky girl to have a Daddy who works so hard to take care of me.’ She reached for the knot of his tie, loosening it. ‘And because you work so hard, I’m going to look after you tonight.’ She took a pace backwards, the backs of her shoes against the lowest tread of the stairs. ‘Do you like my new clothes?’
Still dumb he nodded while she executed an enthusiastic pirouette. ‘Very ... uh ... nice,’ he said to her wide-eyed, expectant face, his voice a croak.
‘Do I look pretty in my new clothes, Daddy? I wanted to look pretty for you.’
‘Very pretty,’ he managed.
She grinned and clapped her hands. ‘That makes me happy. Now,’ she added, turning. ‘You go into the living room and I’ll bring you a cold beer. I got the kind you like.’
... etc.
