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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ Dinner Date By The Bug Man (bugman4suz@aol.com) Most men of 18 lust after girls their own age, but if men spoke the truth to their women they'd admit that 28, 38, 48, 58 and 68 year-old men lust after 18 year- old women too. It's the human condition; the fact that an 18 year-old woman is at her perfect child baring age, her sexual peak is the real lure for men of all ages. It's part of their humanity; men can't help feel- ing that way no matter how decent of a person they are. Power and money are the ultimate aphrodisiac for some women. This story is about a slice in the life of an 18 year-old woman and her 58 year-old sugar-daddy. In her case she can appreciate his "other" qualities. *** Her dainty hand slid cautiously into his pants. Kathy looked around the restaurant as her fingertips followed the vein along the shaft. Her face maintained an in- nocent look as her finger reached the bulbous head, sliding over its spongy roundness. His dampness felt wonderful as she found the oozing slit. Her eyes were locked on his as her hand wrapped around him and slowly slid back towards the base. "Should I pour your drinks, Sir?" "Owwwww, hahaha no that's fine, just leave it." Her hand had clamped around his shaft as the waiter startled them. His hand took hers and removed it as he again whispered in her ear, "You hurt Daddy. Now you'll have to kiss the boo-boo after dinner Kathy." She smiled and said, "Yes Donald." He poured two glasses of champagne then lifted one to her lips. As she swallowed he watched her throat move imagining what would happen later. He held a clamshell to her mouth as she drew the meat in through those sweet wet lips then dabbed the remnants from her lips with the napkin. "Will there be anything else, Sir?" the waiter inquired. His hand moved under her skirt again playing over the moist spot of her panties. "Would you like anything else, my dear?" "Not right now, Donald," she giggled. "I believe we are done here, son, thank you," he answered then watched the waiter leave, his finger pressing the material deep into her crease. "Baby, I saw something I think would look wonderful on you a few stores back. Would you indulge me?" "Ohhhhhhh yes. You know I'd do anything for you" Kathy squealed. "Fine then we'll leave in a minute, but first you have to fix something." He small fingers gently tucked his cock back into the trousers and zipped him up as she leaned over kissing him sweetly. He wrote a check including a sizable gratuity and left it on the table. Taking her hand he helped her up. As she moved he could see the large damp spot around the material still held in her folds. Standing up she could feel the effects of the champagne. A warm, fuzzy fun feeling flowed through her body. His arm wrapped around her waist as he led her out of the restaurant and through the mall. "Here we are pet," he softly spoke. "Oh, Donald, Victoria's Secret." His hand slid down patting her ass as they walked inside. Kathy stopped to look at the table of panties on sale just inside the door, but he continued toward the back of the shop. A moment later she joined him there. "This is what I have selected for you, my dear" he said as he handed her the ensemble. "Ohhh my, this is naughty" she giggled holding up the black satin wonder-bra and crotchless panty set. "And it's a size to small." "It is naughty and it's small to press your lovely tits together even more. You know what that does to me." He said with a big grin on his face. Her hand coyly felt his crotch, "Yes I do, Donald dear." He took her hand in his and led her back to the dres- sing room. "Now get in there and try it on and let me know when you are dressed. You will need my approval." "But you can't go in there," she replied. Smaaaak! His hand stung her ass. "You do what you're told young lady!" he scolded. She meekly walked into the fitting area without saying another word. When he heard the door shut behind her he moved through the store silently observing where the women working were. Seeing that both women were busy waiting on customers he moved back toward the dressing room. Sliding quietly through the swinging doors separating the area from the store he then opened the door to her room. She had just pulled the panties up and he could see a slight blush on her cheeks from the spank. He locked the door behind him, sealing them in the room. "Turn around baby!" Her breasts were pressed together forming a wonderful cleavage and the panties showed just a hint of her patch. "Put your hands behind your head and show Daddy your pussy sweatheart," he said quietly yet authoritatively. She immediately took that position and her eyes could see his cock pressing against his pants. His hands ran over the top of her bound tits then down the sides of the corset. He began to kneel as his hands took her hips lowering her to the seat. "Mmmmm, Donald," she moaned as his tongue began to dance about in the opening of the panties. The wet organ flicked across the bud then slid lower parting the petals of her flower. His nostrils flared sending a small blast of warm air across the aroused clit, then sucking in filled his nose with the aroma of her sex. The tongue now deep inside her curled upwards to roll along the roof of her tender tunnel finding that spot then flicked out straight again. He felt her hands in his hair now as he began to savor her taste. The soft organ felt wonderful as it touched the wet velvet walls of her sex. He felt his face becoming soaked as her thighs gripped his head, her body shaking in orgasm. Slowly he slid from her and rose up. Kissing her lightly she could taste her own nectar. "Now finish dressing, leaving those on, pet, I may feel the need to look at you on the drive home." Then he turned and walked out to pay for the outfit. A few minutes later she joined him at the counter. "Are we ready to leave?" She asked. "Well almost, my dear, but first this young lady has a question for you." he spoke. "Yes, what is it?" Kathy asked. "I was wondering what that cologne your gentleman is wearing is called," the woman inquired. "Daddy's Little Girl," she squealed grabbing his hand and leading him from the store, anxious to get home. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sun, not thinking about adult situations. Do your part to make our world a little safer. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 11