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She smiles again. “How’d you know what I really wanted to order?” she asks.
I shrug, not sure what she means.
“I always order that when I come here, except I’m not usually waited on by the wicked witch of the west over there,” I add, jutting my chin towards the haggard looking waitress who shoots me a dirty look.
Sheree giggles and wipes her eyes, apologizing for acting like such a baby.
“Don’t ever apologize to me, Sheree,” I say, squeezing her hands again, my eyes boring into hers with an intensity I hope she picks up.
“I… I never want to hear you being down on yourself and never say sorry for anything, not to me, okay?”
She gives a gentle nod, understanding me.
We sit in silence and I let her take her hands back when she feels eyes on her.
Small town folks who think they have to know everything that’s going on, I guess.
In a real city or bigger town, nobody cares these days.
Hell, a guy my age with someone like Sheree wouldn’t bat an eyelid in most places these days.
A place like this though? I dunno. I used to think it was quaint, but now I can’t wait to be free of it.
Out in the countryside, just Sheree, me and baby will make three.
“What are you grinning at?” She laughs, nudging me under the table with her foot as our food arrives.
“I’m just thinking,” I tell her, cocking a brow. I’m glad I’m sitting down because I can feel my hardness starting to press up against the table as I watch her slide off her burger bun and inspect the contents.
“No pickles here,” I inform her, making her laugh again.
I come here a lot, used to anyway. Before work took over. Zoe and I...
Zoe.
I avoid mentioning her, especially right now because it looks like Sheree’s only just recovered from her own upset mood.
But it’s Sheree who mentions her, still smiling she recounts her run in with Zoe and her new leading man.
An older man too by the sound of it.
I feel myself frowning, until the part where Sheree tells me that Zoe’s not really interested in the man, only what he can do to advance her position in the play.
“What did she say about him?” I ask, curious.
Sheree blushes and takes a bite of her food so she can’t talk, giving her some time before she answers.
And I do press her to answer.
“What did she say?” I ask, more than curious now.
Double curious.
It does mean something to me, to know what my daughter thinks of the idea of a younger woman getting together with an older man.
Although in her case I’d forbid it. I have to disagree with every boy or man, or anyone she likes no matter the age. But only because I’m her dad.
That’s my job.
Sheree takes a breath, and I can feel myself leaning forward.
“She said… ‘ew.’” Sheree informs me, making my hopes sink.
“Well you did ask,” she adds, blushing harder. “I don’t think you’re ew,” she adds, letting her foot run up my leg under the table.
I growl once I feel her shoeless foot stroking my cock through my pants under the table.
“How soon can we get out of here?” I ask her, gripping her foot and holding it in place with one hand while I take a bite of burger with the other.
Sheree’s eyes widen, and I can tell she wants more of her private lessons already, but with so much else going on in her life I don’t want to push her before she’s ready.
But she is ready. I can see it in her eyes. My balls scream up at me, my cock already drenched in precome under my shorts.
“I still have to pack,” she murmurs, wincing before gnawing on her lip.
The energy from my hardness travels all the way up her own leg, straight to her receptive valley. I can feel it.
I’m surprised the whole diner can’t feel it.
The whole world.
“I can help,” I say, noting the husky tone in my own voice. Imagining only what I want to pack her with rather than help her pack.
Or maybe she can help me unpack?
The thought makes me growl again as I eat. Filling my mouth with food like I want to fill her sweet pussy again.
She shifts in her seat, making a little mewing sound that tells me I might have the solution to her current problem after all.
“If I pack first,” she reasons aloud. “…If you’ll let me pack, I can stop by your office again,” she adds.
But I’m already thinking ahead, planning better things for us both.
I don’t just want sweaty, dusty groping in my office.
Okay, sure I do. Of course, I do. But I also want more for my queen, for both of us.
A few hours would be all I’d need to go check out the country house.
