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Honeymoon Day Eight: Wednesday
by Leslie Schmidt
It was raining-a summer thunderstorm sent waves across the windshield that the wipers couldn't keep up with and the gutters along the street were backing up onto the asphalt. There were large swirling pools around the storm drains and the unlucky few that were walking had to jump if they didn't want to put their shoes completely under water.
The parking lot at the church was flooded an inch deep, streams of grass cuttings and dirt were crossing it at intervals, so I carefully positioned the car against the curb adjacent to the walkway to the door.
"Tonight, when I pick you up, we're going to go to dinner, then to the airport," I said. "Where'd you like to eat?"
Cali was busy pulling her windbreaker up over her head, in place of an umbrella, for the dash to the door.
"Can we go to Chili's?" she asked.
"Sure."
She opened the car door and jumped out, then ran to the door of the church. In her haste she didn't get the car's door completely shut and it took me a minute to clear the seatbelt and get going. By the time I got to work the storm had passed.
During the morning two more storms passed. One knocked down the server so most of the work came to a halt. Luckily, there were no tornados but there were warnings farther north.
I picked Cali up at 4:45.
"The Parent's plane is delayed about an hour," I said when she got in the car, "so we're not in a hurry."
"OK," she responded as she fooled with the radio, changing it from news to Hip-Hop.
At the first stop light I pulled her over and kissed her-our tongues danced briefly.
"I'm going to miss you," I said.
Cali suddenly got a very serious expression on her face. "Me too."
At dinner she asked me a lot about my father. Kate and Dad had been dating for two years, so I assumed that she knew him pretty well. I'd been home several times when they'd been there-we had Christmas together last year-but I guess she was really concerned because she'd be living in my old house with him now.
"Just don't go in his office without permission," I cautioned her. "And when he has a client, keep quiet in the house."
"OK."
"It doesn't happen often, only occasionally in the evening, when he can't meet someone at his office during the day. Oh yeah, and if he's working in the garage he insists anyone there wear safety glasses."
"I know that," she responded. "I helped him make me a chest were I keep my winter clothes."
"Really," I said, "that's nice."
"It's also a seat at the bottom of my bed."
"Do you have a single or a double?" I asked.
"Single, and it has a white canopy."
"Be kind of cozy when I come home to visit," I said with a smile.
Cali's eyes got big. "We can't-at your house..."
I stole a fry off her plate. "Naw, I guess not," I replied. "You'll just have to come visit me a lot."
We got to the airport really early, even with the traffic back up at the parking lot. The garage is five stories and I got up to the third before I found a space to pull into. The car was leaning to the left and, through some steel cables in front of us, I was staring at the license plate of a car on the next level. The radio died when I shut the car off.
It was dim in the car. I turned and looked at my little sister. "Big changes for you, huh? I mean, new dad, moving and all, even a new school, right?"
"Yeah," she said in a noncommittial tone.
"Are you going to miss your friends?"
"Some, I guess," she said, looking down. I couldn't see her face in the dark.
"Mommy says I can have Maria, that's my friend, over lots. It's not that far."
"That's cool," I responded.
"I'm going to miss you too," she looked up at me.
"Well, it's my house too...or at least it was. I'll be over to visit a lot."
She undid her seatbelt and got up on her knees, then leaned over the console and we kissed. To steady herself she put her hand on my hip, then moved it into my lap.
"Yeah, but I'll miss this too."
My cock was firming in my pants.
"It's going to miss you too," I responded with a smile.
"I should kiss it goodbye now-won't be able to later."
I undid my seatbelt.
All I could do was lean back and marvel at the feeling of her mouth sucking on my cock. Public sex is risky enough-and I'd only done it a few times (there was a girl at college who liked to fuck in empty classrooms)-but public sex with a ten year old was truly outrageous. Anyone walking by could have figured what was going on and, of course, if someone came up to the car in front of us they'd have a real view of who and what, not to mention any security cameras or patrols.
From the side, Cali's teeth scraped the sides of my shaft and she certainly couldn't deep throat me, I just had to be satisfied with the feeling of my cockhead pushing into her soft tonsils.
I lay my head back and let it happen, not fighting the will to cum at all. She grunted and shook when I started to fill her mouth, then held still and just sucked on the head, pulling my whole load into her mouth as I finished up. Then she sat up and smiled, showing me her mouthful.
"Damn, you're the best little cocksucker..." I breathed as I stroked the back of her neck.
She giggled, then pushed some white nasty out of her mouth and let it dribble down her chin.
"Aren't you going to swallow it?" I asked.
She closed her mouth but a small spurt of cum came out of her lips as she swallowed.
"How's that?" she asked.
"Fucking awesome," I said. "But, do you want to meet your mom with cum stains on your shirt?"
"Fuck," she said, looking down where there were stripes of goo down the red spaghetti string top she was wearing.
I started putting my dick away. "I'll get you a shirt out of your bag," I said as I tucked and zipped.
The dome light came on when she opened her door and she was standing next to the trunk when I got out.
"Shit," I said, realizing that I forgot to pop the rear.
When I got back I pulled the hatch open, then turned her suitcase around and lay it down. I unzipped it and she reached in and grabbed a different top. Then she just walked around the side of the car and pulled her shirt off over her head. Her back was to me-what a sexy scene as a ten year old exposed her flat chest in the dim of the garage. She came back once she had the clean shirt on and stuffed the cum soaked one in the bag.
Dad and I hugged and Kate gave me a polite kiss on the cheek when they came out. I know Kate noticed that Cali and I walked hand-in- hand some.
"Looks like you two got on well," she said, eyeing us.
"Great, loved having her, I'm going to miss her," I said, pulling Cali against my hip.
"You like having a big brother?" she asked her daughter.
"He's great," she said, hugging me from the side and looking up. I really wanted to kiss her but that wouldn't have been right.
I saw Dad grab a case off the turnstile and went to help him.
That Saturday I went home for a barbeque but Cali and I were only able to kiss a couple of times when we were alone.
END
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