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Hi Chrisy,
How is Daddy's sweet little princess
today? Have you been able to keep your hand out of your panties? I hope
not. I love the way your fingers taste after you have been playing with
your bald little peach.
I know you wanted to hear about my "assignment". It was a huge success and
I had a wonderful time. I wish you had been with me but, since that was
not possible this time, here is what happened: You will remember that I
was supposed to wear my (extremely) cut off "tramp shorts" to lunch at a
nice restaurant along with my sandals so my pink toenails would show. In
addition, I was to order a salad WITH NO DRESSING and take a container
into the men's room and whip up my own version of "creamy Italian
dressing", take it back to the table and pour the "dressing" onto the
salad while it was still warm and eat it all and then leave the container
on the table for the waiter or waitress to find.
WELL, I decided to embellish my instructions slightly (with permission) by
wearing a white Tee shirt with the slogan in pink "Gay Men Suck" across
the front AND to wear a black stretch runner's bra and silicone inserts
under the Tee so it would show through.
As I walked from the parking lot to the entrance, my heart was pounding
and my breathing was tight with excitement. I had some second thoughts
about the black bra and the Tee and bought a newspaper to hold in front of
me until I got to the table. My tramp shorts (which allowed half my ass
cheeks to show and my pink toenails were more than enough to draw
attention to me without the Tee and Bra being so obvious. I also had on a
pale pink lipstick which was subtle rather than garish. I was seated and I
put down my newspaper so that the waitress could see my Tee and the subtle
molds of "little girl" A cup titties pushing against the from of it. She
left the menu after having obviously read my shirt and I never saw her
again.... in a few minutes, she was replaced by "Bruce", a very nice
looking young man in his early to mid-twenties who had obviously been
recruited or assigned to take my table. He was very attentive and
solicitous and took excellent care of me. At one point he leaned down and
said quietly "love your Tee".
I ordered my salad and the first of several rum punches and made sure to
specify that my blackened chicked salad entree should be served WITHOUT
dressing. He brought it on the side anyway and I told him I would be
providing my own dressing whereupon I took my small Tupperware clear
container with me to the men's room to produce my dressing. I left the
stall door open 3 or 4 inches, half hoping that Bruce would follow me in
and see me jacking off. Unfortunately, he did not and I was left in
privacy to squeeze out my own special brand of creamy dressing.
I brought it back to the table and took off the lid with Bruce standing
right there and ceremoniously poured the still warm cum onto my salad.
Bruce appeared to be impressed and so were some of the other nearby diners
whose attention had been rivited on my table ever since I first arrived.
Bruce left me alone briefly to enjoy my lunch after leaning down and
whispering in my ear "Bon Appitite!" He was handsome and nicely dressed
and groomed and had a very cute ass...although I couldn't see as much of
his as he could of mine! He kept my drinks coming and my water glass
filled...any excuse to keep coming back to my table. I have never had such
attentive service. I leisurely read my paper and lingered over my meal
declining any dessert. I told Bruce that the salad was so good that I
didn't want to get the taste of it out of my mouth by eating any dessert.
I said that most salads were, assuming the ingredients were fresh, fairly
generic....that the secret was in the dressing. He said "you are SO right"
and gave me a wicked and knowing smile. I finally finished, after pulling
the crotch of my shorts to one side as he hovered over me so that he could
get a good look at the shocking pink panties (thong of course) I had on
under the shorts. He was delighted and flashed a brilliant smile.
After nearly 1 1/2 hours, I pushed away from the table and slowly walked
to the cashier creating a stream of gawkers in my wake. I left Bruce a $20
tip (for a $15 entree) tucked under the container which had held my
dressing. There was still some residue of the dressing in the corners
which I am sure Bruce tasted later. I also left my card with my home
number written on the back...perhaps Bruce will call with an offer to
bring over some special dressing of his own for me to sample. One can hope
and dream.
The only thing that would have made it better would have been if you had
been with me. Wouldn't we have giggled through the entire lunch with you
calling me "DADDY" and pouring the dressing out for me and dipping your
fingers in and licking them. Oh, such fun.
I miss you terribly and use your sweet little cotton panties to jack off
every night until you get back. I like to cum in the little cotton crotch
and then pretend that you are giving them to me to lick up the cream and
suck the crotch clean so that I can get the combination of the taste of my
cum and your sweet cunt juices. I feel especially close to you when I put
on a pair of your little girl panties (the ones with the cartoon
characters or the ones with Barbie and Ken on them) and wear them out in
public under my shorts so that anyone can see that I have on cute little
pink, yellow or light blue "little girl" panties under my shorts. It is so
exciting. When you get back, we will go driving on the freeway and you can
flash the semi drivers with your head in my lap and your legs spread
fingering your sweet little hairless cunt. Sound like fun??
I am looking forward to the feel of your delicate little fingers wrapped
around my cock as you nurse on the head like a big pacifier, sucking for
Daddy's sweet cream.
All for now (happy finger fucking). Give your special friend a big wet
kiss (on all her lips),
Love and kisses,
Daddy
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