Take Your Daughter to Work, Page 4
By Leslie Schmidt
“I’m sorry we’re late,” Maurine said as she came hurrying up.
“No problem, I know traffic’s awful.” He recognized Colleen walking up behind her mother.
Richard had the unique experience of feeling nervous about meeting an eight year old.
“Bobby, this is Cally,” Maurine introduced them.
“Hello,” he said. Her hand was tiny in his.
“Hi,” she said in a quiet voice, not really willing to meet his eye.
“What do you think of dinner at Chuck E. Cheese’s,” he asked.
Cally’s face broke into a big smile. “Great!”
“That would be perfect!” Maurine said.
Both of them got wide-eyed when they saw the white limo under the awning waiting for them. “A perk from the company,” he said.
As they sat in traffic Robert had Jim and Coke while Maurine made herself a screwdriver. She also slipped a small shot of vodka into Cally’s Dr. Pepper.
Dinner was pepperoni and sausage pizza, but both of the grown-ups had salads too. Richard spent most of the time with Cally, playing video games but he also lost a round of foosball to Maurine. They made it into an 8:15 showing of ‘The Sorcerer’s Apprentice’ just as the previews were ending.
By the time they got into the theatre Cally had quite a crush going on Robert, and the two shots of Vodka hadn’t hurt. When he pulled her onto his lap after they had sat down in the almost deserted theatre she settled comfortably against his warmth.
Cally was wearing a yellow strapless sundress, which was held up by an elastic bodice around her chest, and high heel sandals. Maurine had chosen it because it was the sexiest dress she owned. Robert had changed into slacks and a polo while he waited for the girls. The theatre had seats that rocked and the arms folded up so the three of them cuddled together, Maurine leaning against Robert with Cally in his lap, her legs across her mom’s.
As the movie started, Maurine turned to Bobby and they kissed, then again, then they shared tongues. Cally looked up, watching them frenching. When they broke, Richard looked down at the girl, then leaned down and gave her a peck on the lips.
She leaning against his left arm that stretched across her back, he had his hand on her hip, his fingers around the back of her thigh but outside the dress. His other arm was around her mother’s shoulders—she was snuggling comfortably against his right side. The three of them were a warm group—a close family together for a night out. A couple of times Robert kissed the top of Cally’s head, smelling the fragrance of her shampoo.
“I’d like some popcorn,” Maurine said.
Robert dug his wallet out, upsetting Cally’s comfortable seat, getting her a $20. Maurine took orders and then carefully made her way down the stairs in the dark, leaving her daughter.
Robert and Cally took the opportunity to get settled comfortably again. She was still on his lap, still leaning on his left shoulder and arm, but this time his right hand rested on her thighs. When he kissed her head she turned toward him, then reached up and put her hand on his cheek. Again they kissed on the lips, but this time just a little longer than would be proper between a man and his daughter.
Maurine returned with three drinks (two diet Cokes and a Dr. Pepper) and a bucket of popcorn. As the movie progressed they disposed of most of the popcorn and the empty drinks ended up in cup holders spread across three seats.
Robert looked around. There were less than 20 people in the theatre. They had sat in the third to last row, up near the top. No one was behind them, the closest people were three rows below and to their left some seats. Maurine had held the popcorn, so he did not have his arm around her. When he contemplated the warmth of Cally’s thigh through the thin fabric of her dress his pulse sped up.
He began to move his hand back and forth on her left thigh, moving the fabric. Cally looked up at him, her eyes wide. He leaned down and kissed her, then went back to watching the movie while he still stroked her thigh. He was a little startled when Maurine’s hand brushed his. She had reached across his and was pulling at her daughter’s dress, pulling the hem up. He felt flesh against his palm. Cally tensed, then Maurine smiled at him and he felt Cally relax.
Over the next ten minutes he slowly worked his way up her skirt until his fingers brushed the hem of the girl’s panties. Then he moved his hand across to her nearer thigh, his fingers brushing the front of her panties. As he wrapped his hand across the top of her right thigh, his fingers between her warm thighs, Cally lifted up slightly and slid down, spreading her legs a little. Robert moved his hand up and felt the soft cotton of her panties, and the subtle shapes underneath. His cock lurched against the eight year old’s butt as he explored her through the dulling interference of cloth.
Slowly, Cally started to flare her hips against his finger as he ran it along her slit. Then, during a break in the action in the film, he was shocked when she lifted her left leg, putting her foot against his right knee, bracing her leg up, her knee bent to an acute angle and spreading her legs very wide.
Her pussy opened under the fabric and, with his fingertip, he could feel her slit, the slight fullness made by the little girl clit, then, farther down, the void where her vagina opened. Robert’s heart was pounding in his throat and his cock was hard up against the child’s ass, painfully bent over down the inside of his right thigh.
He could feel Cally beginning to breathe more deeply as he stroked her, a warm dampness through the cotton. He moved his finger to the side and tried to pull the elastic of the leg hole and work his finger underneath. He felt the softness of her hairless pussy lip, Cally let her knee flop out, but the elastic was too tight.
“That’s pulling,” she whispered up to him and he gave up his attempt to finger her directly.
Maurine had watched as Bobby worked his hand up under her daughter’s dress, then when she spread her legs for him. She saw his fingers working at her crotch, then understood when she whispered to him and he relented.
With a break in the action, both on the screen and in the seats, Maurine leaned over to her daughter. “Come with me to the Ladies Room.” Robert pushed his hand down his pants and readjusted his cock as the girls made their way down the stairs.
In the restroom, Maurine took Cally to the end stall, a large one marked for handicapped. She checked that the place seemed empty.
“Do you need to go?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Cally danced some.
Maurine waved her daughter by as she turned and locked the door. Cally had her panties around her ankles and was working her way on to the high toilet seat. Her piss started to tinkle in the water.
“You OK?” Maurine asked.
Cally looked at her mother with a thoughtful expression—she knew what the question meant. “Yes mommy, it’s OK. Bobby’s really nice.” She tore a piece of paper off the roll and wiped herself, then slid off the seat.
“My turn,” Maurine said as she worked her jeans over her hips. The two worked around each other and Maurine sat down. Cally had her dress hiked up as she worked her panties up.
“Wait,” Maurine said as she pissed. “Give me those.”
Cally stopped, a confused look on her face.
“What?”
“Give me your panties, Bobby’ll really like it if you aren’t wearing any.”
With a wicked smile, Cally pulled them back down, then worked them over her sandals without sitting down. There was a bang as someone came in, then went into one of the other stalls. Maurine put her finger over her lips. “Shhhh…”
Cally handed her the panties and, when Maurine opened her purse, she pulled out a blue plastic container, flat with a hinged lid. She opened it and took out a moistened towelette—actually a baby wipe.
“Here, clean yourself up with this.”
She handed one to Cally, then used one on herself to wipe. She stood up and threw it in the toilet, Cally did the same.
As Maurine stuffed the wipes and Cally’s panties in her purse she leaned over. “Don’t go flashing in the lobby,” she whispered with a smile.
“M…m…mommy!, you’re silly,” Cally giggled.
The thought had occurred to Robert that Maurine and Cally might have just left. He decided that, if they did, he’d just chock it up as a lesson learned. Still, he would be surprised if Maurine had done that—she was usually really up front.
He felt just a little relief when, a few minutes later they were carefully picking their way back up the stairs in the dark, their night vision destroyed by being out in the lobby lights. When they reached the level he was at, Cally smiled and ran down the isle, her arms out and a huge smile on her face. She bounced twice and then rotated in mid air, landing on Robert’s lap. She arched her back and turned her face up to his where he placed a little kiss on her lips.
In the shimmering light from the movie, he could see the smile on Maurine’s face as she walked up, then sat down next to them. She opened her purse and, in the top, Robert caught a glimpse of light colored fabric with Hello Kitty. With a surprised smile on his face he looked at Maurine when he realized he was looking at a pair of little girl panties.
Colleen looked at her mother’s purse, then up at Robert with a big smile. She took the hem of her skirt in her fingers and pulled it up, uncovering her nakedness below the waist. In the dim light, Robert could see her young pussy. He put his hand on her thigh and pushed his fingers down between her legs as Maurine reached over and pulled her daughter’s skirt down over his hand.
After a few minutes, Cally was spread out across Robert’s and her mother’s laps, her legs open and her skirt pulled up to her waist. There was no covering what was happening if anyone had come by to see the man with his hand in the girl’s crotch, pushing his finger up into her vagina. Robert wasn’t too surprised to discover that the girls hymen was gone (she had done it to herself a year earlier while playing with one of her mommy’s toys).
As Richard finger fucked the little girl, her mother gently stroked her thighs, then she too started rubbing her pussy along with Richard. She had an especially intense climax as Robert pushed his thumb deep inside her, his fingers wrapped around the back of her thigh, and her mother stroked her clit. After the third time that Cally had arched her back, digging her head into Robert’s arm, and caught her breath, Maurine reached up and pushed his hand out of the way. Cally looked at her mother with big eyes when she felt her hand. Richard couldn’t help but stare as Maurine stroked her child’s pussy, then turned her hand and pushed her finger up inside.
The position was awkward, so Robert lifted his arm and put it around Maurine, then reached down and started fondling her right breast through her shirt. Her nipples were already hard, obviously she found molesting the little girl exciting.
After a few moments, Cally was beginning to build on her fourth orgasm. Maurine was also breathing deeply, the combination of pleasuring her little girl and having her own tits caressed was a real turn on to her. Then Richard got a really hot idea. He leaned down and whispered in Cally’s ear, “Put you hand up your mother’s shirt and rub her breast.”
This broke Cally’s concentration and she looked at him with surprise, then at her mother. Richard lifted his arm off of Maurine and took Cally’s left hand, then raised it to her mother’s left tit. He went back to rubbing her right.
Maurine seemed to go critical at this, moaning softly and then moving to finger-fuck Cally even faster. Richard pulled up on Maurine’s shirt, uncovering a strip of her flesh, and Cally took the hint, reaching up under her shirt.
Richard had heard of women cumming from having their tits rubbed, but he had never seen it before. Within a minute of this they both came, Cally shivering and grunting while her mother, who had pushed her other hand down under Cally and between her own legs, also moaned quietly. Both of them were digging their heads painfully into Richards upper arms as they came. Luckily, their moans were covered by the explosions in the movie.
After Cally had cum four times she had to stop it—she just couldn’t go on with the feelings. She sat up, hugging her mother as she gasped for breath. Then, after a few minutes, she lay back across Robert, her head in the crook of his arm. Still, Maurine pulled her dress up playfully to flash her little girl pussy for Robert to see. In the sintilating light from the screen, Bob could see that her hairless pussy lips were shiny.
In the limo on the way back to the hotel, Robert again gave Maurine the bag with the bills in it. Maurine took the bag, then looked across at Cally. “Is this OK?”
Cally looked at the bag with wide eyes, then up at her mother, then at Richard. She nodded with a smile. She moved forward to the seat that ran across the front of the limo, just behind the driver. She sat, looking at her mom and Richard, and pulled her dress up, spreading her legs. Richard could only stare at her opened pussy, her inner lips like a flower at the entrance to her sex.
“You’ve been on the Internet too much,” Maurine said.
The limo rocked as they turned into the hotel driveway.
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