My daughter Kayla and I share the same birthday. She was turning eighteen and I was turning thirty-eight. Originally we planned on spending that special day together like we always had in the past, but she backed out the day before because her friends begged her into celebrating with them.
Of course I didn't argue with her. Kayla was kind of a loner like her old man, and if she had the chance to go hang out with her friends I wasn't going to stand in her way. As a father I wanted her to have fun.
I decided not to spend the night alone so I went out myself. I didn't want to drive so I took a cab to a little bar called "Karl's." It was one of the local watering stations. I sat at the bar instead of at a table so I would never have to wait for a refill and I focused on my drink. It was cold and had a nice head to it just the way I like a beer to be.
The bar was only a quarter of the way full which is also the way that I liked that. That way there is not so much noise that if you did try to have a conversation you still could, but enough noise that you also knew that you weren't the only person in the world and having people around was just what I needed--even if I didn't necessarily plan on sitting with them.
Everyone else in the bar seemed to be In their own little groups. Some were hanging out at the pool table and some were sitting in the booths that lined the outer wall. Chatter filled the bar and the smell of onions and cooking burgers hung lazily in the air mingling with the echoes of conversation. The only thing that was missing was the smell of cigarette smoke that used to be the common scent that completed the effect of bar the bar world.
I wasn't there five minutes when a cute blonde walked up and sat next to me. I'm not used to getting attention from beautiful women so I just assumed that her decision to sit next to me was out of convenience and had nothing to do with me. She could have sat in other seats because the bar wasn't packed. She didn't though. She sat on the stool next to me and waited for the bar tender to come over.
"Okay sure. I promise ... Now I'll talk to you later okay!" she said. "Love ya! Bye!" she said. She held up her cell and ended whatever call she was on, but I noticed her Bluetooth in her ear and knew that was where she was hearing whatever conversation she was having.
I couldn't help but notice that she wasn't turned away from me though. I sat there and quietly stared at my beer and watched her out of the corner of my eye wondering why this gorgeous woman with the short skirt and skimpy blouse had her legs turned so they were less than an inch away from mine. It's not that I'm a bad looking guy or anything, but this woman was a knockout and way out of my league.
"Aren't you going to offer me a drink?" she asked.
I glanced over at her and gave her a questioning look. I'm not one to get my hopes up for no reason, but I had to admit that as my eyes connected with her thoughts of taking her home with me were beginning to fill my head like the smoke that I wished was still there in the bar.
A dumbfounded chuckle left my lips and I immediately felt like an ass.
"What's so funny?" she questioned with a serious look. "Am I not pretty enough for you?"
I hadn't intended on offending her and I immediately started searching for the words to recover my idiocy. "God no. Exactly the opposite. I think you're a little out of my league," I said honestly.
I meant every word and it was even more apparent as I gazed at her more openly. If she was even old enough to be in this bar and drinking it was just barely. On top of that her skin was perfect and as I soaked in the nuances of her face I realized that this girl could easily win Miss America. She had a slim and yet sturdy build with curves in all of the right places. Her blouse was unbuttoned uncomfortably far making it obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, and my eyes couldn't help but to drift downward as I wondered what it was that was keeping her from popping out.
To make matters worse for me the cute little blonde was acutely aware of the positioning of my eyes and instead of acting to cover herself she did just the opposite. She turned even more toward me with a smile on her face and intentionally gave me a better view. Her nipples hardened before my very eyes and she winked at me when I was finally able to draw my gaze back to her face.
"Actually you are exactly what I'm looking for. I want an older guy and I think you're cute!"
I looked the blonde directly in the eye to see if she was serious. She sounded genuine, but I was still reluctant to believe that such a gorgeous young girl could be hitting on me so blatantly. If she was joking I couldn't see it in her face, but just to make sure I glanced around the room to see if any of her friends were sitting off on the sidelines and getting a kick out of the scene as it played out. Nobody else in the bar seemed to be paying us much attention.
"You look confused," she said with a note of genuine concern in her voice.
"I am a little yeah," I said taking another swig from my beer and once again my eyes drifted far below her chin line. "You're not much older than my daughter."
She reached over and took my hand from the bar. She placed it high on her thigh and gave me a piercing look. "And you are not much younger than my dad, which is kind of the point!"
Her skin felt so soft to my hand and I have to admit that I was mesmerized by the feel of it. It felt so hot to my hand as if her leg was on fire and the idea of just knowing that my hand was only inches away from her panties was making my pants stir in my lap.
She nodded yes with a wicked smile on her face. "What's your daughter's name?" she inquired.
"Shelby," I spit out without even thinking about it.
"Shelby," she repeated as if she were trying it on. "I'll make a deal with you. I am yours tonight. You can do whatever you want whenever you want as long as I can call you daddy and as long as you picture in your mind that I am your daughter Shelby."
Her proposition was blunt and to the point and I couldn't believe that she was making it to a complete stranger. At the same time though I liked having my hand on her leg, and I didn't want to take it away. Just the idea of knowing that the beautiful young woman was giving her attention to me and not someone else was a little too much for me to refuse, and I didn't want to give it up.
"I mean it," she repeated. "You have to pretend that I'm actually your daughter ... Shelby!" she added emphasis on my daughter's name.
I thought about resisting the idea but what could it really hurt. I am a guy after all and I doubted I would have the opportunity again to be this close to a woman half my age and even though her request seemed completely outrageous to me I wasn't going to judge her. If that's what she was into then why not. A part of me actually thought it sounded kind of fun.
I thought the gig was about to be up because a guy about her age came up and stood in between us. I started to pull my hand away from her thigh, but she held on to it and wouldn't let me.
"Hey there beautiful. Why don't you give up on the geriatrics and come join us over there in the corner?"
'what a jerk, ' I thought. 'Geriatrics? I am not that old!'
She looked at him and laughed and I just knew I was about to become the butt of a very funny joke. At least it would have been funny to them anyway. "Geriatrics! That's too funny huh daddy!" she said looking at me.
"This is your dad?" the stranger said staring at the position of my hand on her leg. She nodded yes enthusiastically and slid my hand higher on her thigh, which slid her skirt a little higher. I could tell that she was enjoying the queer look he gave at the sight so I gave her thigh a little squeeze.
"Isn't that incest?" he said incredulous to what was happening.
"Not yet!" she said with a giggle. "But it's will be by the end of the night."
"Oh!" he said turning from us and scuttling back to his corner like a dog that had just been whipped by its master.
"Did you see the look on that dweebs face? I think he about shit his pants. Are you going to buy me a beer or what?"
I waved the bartender over with my other hand not wanting to offend her any more than I already had and not wanting to remove my hand from her thigh. I slid that one up a little further on her thigh until my pinky was resting against her panties.
The bartender came over and I ordered her a cold one. "Shelby" got up and scooted her stool closer to mine so that we could be a little more intimate. When she sat back down she draped her leg over the top of mine and my hand drifted back down to her leg.
"So you actually want to pretend that I'm your dad?" I asked. It was the obvious question and I couldn't wait any longer to ask it.
"I want to do this with my real dad, but he's too much of a square to ever defile his precious little daughter," she said seriously. Then her tone changed and she got that devilish attitude again. "He just can't seem to get it through his head that I'm not half as innocent as he makes me out to be."
"So let me get this straight. If I was your real father you would still want my pinky rubbing up against your panties like this?" I asked performing the act as I said it, and I could feel her wetness down there.
Her eyes bulged in her sockets a little bit and she arched her back. Then she looked at me and nodded her consent. "God yes! I would love that!"
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