Chapter 4 ~ Mf, f
Erin masturbated again that night remembering the feeling of that big cock in her throat, and slept well. In the morning she was in a particularly good mood for her tutor, who reported it to her mother. Her mother was pleased to get the email.
After the tutor left Erin again stripped down and put on her collar, and took a long, sensuous shower, kissing herself all over with the water jets. She began to feel like the more pleasure she felt with the collar, the more she craved it... so after the water got cold Erin got dressed, disguising the uncomfortable... but commanding... wet leather collar under a scarf, and headed down to La Mercada.
She didn't go down the wing to Janeane's, and that guy... without thought her feet took her to the children's play area. Erin took up a spot near the railing, watching the kids... she knew it was safe for a young girl like her to be here, unlike unattached adult men. She saw even some of the fathers got dirty looks from the mothers who were there, wondering if the "pervs" were looking at the kids. They had no idea the biggest perv there was a little 12 year old blonde girl wearing a sex collar.
The playing kids seemed to be between the ages of 2 to 5, some so small their mothers... or nannies? had to help them climb on the equipment. But then she noticed a man sitting off to the side on a bench, legs crossed, wearing khakis and a button down shirt with brown deck shoes and no socks, keeping an eye on a little girl in a scarlet track suit, maybe four years old. The man looked a little older, and she could tell he had pretty good arms under that shirt, but she didn't think he was a grandfather... her young eye guessed he may be 45, though he was actually 35.
Steve Jordan was there with his daughter. He was a computer programmer, but he worked from home so he set his own schedule and was able to baby-sit while his wife worked at one of the city's large newspapers. He and his wife had been married for 15 years, they'd married very young, and while he was no longer thrilled with his marriage, he absolutely adored his little daughter. He and his wife hadn't conceived a child for ten years and didn't think they could, and then suddenly she was pregnant, and though he'd had his suspicions, the genetic profile they'd run in utero to look for disease markers had concluded that yes, he actually was her father. He didn't let his wife know how relieved he was to find that out.
Steven's life changed when his daughter was born. He'd never been afraid of much of anything his entire life... even his tour of duty in the military had been fun, to him.... but suddenly, with a newborn daughter, he knew real fear for the first time. Fear for another person, fear of the unknown of suddenly being a parent at 31, fear of all the dangers in the world to a little girl. Though it made him lose sleep sometimes, but he took fatherhood in stride, and his little daughter adored him, too.
From across the play area Erin watched him, saw how his eyes never left his little girl, and he'd flinch and start to go to her if it looked like she were teetering. The little girl would say, "Look daddy, I did it!" when she climbed on top, and it warmed her heart when she saw his smile for her, and a "Good job, sweetie!" as he praised her. THAT is how a father should be she thought absently to herself. And she hadn't realized she had even walked over to him until she found herself sitting on the bench beside him.
She was surprised to find herself sitting there, and she glanced at him, and he glanced back at her, and gave her a small nod and smile, which she returned. What am I doing here? she thought to herself, heart speeding up a little. She suddenly thought of the grip of the collar around her throat, and was comforted. Erin noticed her legs next to his, less than a foot apart, and she crossed hers the way he did, turning her hips slightly toward him. Erin sat silently, wondering what to do... should I leave? She tried not to stare at any given thing. She saw his little girl climb the small ladder up the side of an oversized turtle, and heard another, "Look Daddy, I did it!" to her father... it almost seemed like she was looking at Erin, since she was right there, and Erin couldn't help but smile and giggle a little. So cute.
Steven smiled back at his daughter with another, "Great job, sweetie! Be careful up there!" and turned to the young woman beside him, he had heard her giggle. He saw she was cute, but looking at her was suddenly unsure of her age. The way she moved as she sat next to him, what he saw in his peripheral vision, he assumed it was one of the young mothers... now he wasn't sure. She was wearing tight blue jeans, a black fitted t-shirt that showed off a tight little body, and had a black scarf around her throat. Her long golden-blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, it looked dramatic and gorgeous against the dark shirt, like a river of gold against a black sky. "Hi, do you.... have kids here?" he asked her, being friendly. It was so rare that he didn't just get dirty looks, people assuming that a Dad who hung around kids during working hours must be a deadbeat. He was used to it.
The small woman turned to him, looked up at him, and smiled. Steven first though, oh my god, she's not a mom, she's so young, but then she smiled and he saw slight worry lines at the corners of her eyes no, she's about 20, and... I don't even know.
Erin heard his voice and turned to him, and saw his eyes were blue... she had always loved blue eyes, and his face was a little stubbly, and he was so handsome, and she couldn't help but respond, and she smiled at him, and was warmed from her hair to her toes when he smiled back at her. Her thoughts went so fast she couldn't process them, but after a moment she realized he had asked her something about having kids, and smoothly she snapped back to herself and lied, "Oh, no... but I baby-sit, and I was thinking of bringing them here sometime." She didn't stop to wonder why she was lying. "It seems like fun here. For kids."
Steven looked at her, thinking wow, she really is gorgeous... and smiled. "Oh. Yes, she and I come here a few days a week, she likes eating at that Chinese place down in the food court, she likes dipping chicken in the sweet and sour sauce." Now why did I tell her that? She doesn't care.
But Erin did care, and something about this was fascinating her. "That's so cute! I love Chinese too. How old is she?"
"She's four, she just had her birthday last month."
"Oh wow. Is she starting school this year? I have a friend who started at that age."
"No, her mother decided she wants Sarah to start school a year late, she thinks being older will make her a better leader, or something."
Erin saw his eyes flicker when he said the words, "her mother." I don't think he likes her very much. Hmmm. But Erin knew that might not be a good conversation to have, yet...
"Oh. I started a year late, too. I was always bigger than the other girls. For the boys that was like a good thing, but it didn't seem great when I started getting boobs and everyone else around me was still 10, heh." And she suddenly looked away and turned red... WHY DID I JUST TALK ABOUT MY BOOBS IN FRONT OF HIM?
Steven was a little surprised too, at her openness, and he saw her turn red, and realized she must feel embarrassed for that slip, and he laughed softly. "Did that slip out?" he asked her gently.
Erin closed her eyes, omg omg omg Omg Omg OMG OMG OMG "Yeah... ugh." She didn't know what else to say.
Steven smiled at her. Young, old, she is still mortified. Poor thing. "Don't worry about it, sweetie. I'm a grownup, I can handle it," and he touched her arm, which was crossed across her chest.
Erin felt his touch, and she instantly had goose bumps up and down her body. Why am I feeling this way? She opened her eyes and looked at his fingers on the skin of her arm, and looked up at him, and saw those warm, kind eyes looking back at her. He called me sweetie... that's what he calls his daughter... omg... Erin smiled, and he smiled back, and Erin felt her young heart melt.
Steven suddenly realized.... it had been so long, but he remembered... holy shit, I'm flirting, better stop. He pulled his hand back, but didn't want her to be uncomfortable, and held his hand back out, "Hi, by the way, I'm Steven. And that's Sarah," nodding toward his little girl.
Erin smiled and took his hand, "Hi, I'm Erin."
Steven and Erin talked for almost an hour, about everything and nothing, Steven surprised to find out he and this young girl had the same taste in movies. Erin had watched many movies with John, usually naked and cuddling on the couch after they'd made love, and she's seen a lot of the sci-fi that was both John's and Steven's fave genre.
They were talking about how awesome it was that there was a strong female character in Aliens when Sarah came over, "Daddy I have to go pee."
Steven glanced at his watch, "Oh wow, I didn't realize we'd been sitting here so long," and he glanced at Erin and smiled. What am I doing?
Erin smiled back, feeling so warm she thought she might float off the bench like a hot air balloon.
"It was really nice meeting you Erin," Steven said to her, again holding out his hand.
Erin slowly slid her hand into his, and felt his fingers, so strong yet so soft, wrap around hers, "I really liked meeting you too, Steven," looking into his eyes. She melted when he looked back into hers, and neither one moved for a moment, for a lifetime.
"Daddy I REALLY have to PEE!" brought them out of it, and like shaking off a trance, Steven blinked and turned to his daughter, picking her up.
"We're going, sweetie!" he said to her, and Erin again smiled. "Maybe I'll see you here next time," he said to the petite blonde girl still sitting on the bench.
"I'd like that," Erin answered the tall, handsome man, meaning it.
Erin watched him carrying Sarah toward the exits and the restroom, saw from behind how his daughter's small legs were wrapped around his waist as he carried her, and shuddered... the collar reminding her it was still there.
Erin felt a tornado of emotions. Lust for that handsome father. Amazement that he was interested in her, even though she had never once promised him sex. Affection for his kindness toward her. But the thing that kept pulling at her attention was the itch between her legs, and how it felt like her cotton panties were plastered to her vagina.
She watched Steven and his daughter walk back toward the one of the street entrances and the restrooms, and immediately got up and headed for the other direction. She was troubled as she walked, but didn't care. She walked to the far end of the opposite wing of La Mercada, walked into Janeane's, passed a very surprised-looking Ron behind the counter and just said, "Come on." She didn't wait to see his response, just walked into the back room, and then the break room.
When Ron entered, his eyes big, she was already sitting on the chair. Her legs were open and he could see her caressing the crotch of her jeans as she looked at him, "Hurry up" she said, snapping him out of it. He stood in front of her and her hands immediately went to his belt, his button, his zipper. She pulled everything down his hips and he thought she seemed to growl when she pulled out his surprised cock, not even done growing hard, yet. She took his full, semi-flacid length into her mouth instantly, causing him to gasp, and began licking and bobbing her head. He couldn't see that while sucking him she had undone her own jeans, and her right hand was now inside her panties, rubbing her clit.
Mindless of the fact she had a cock in her mouth and her fingers on her clit obeying the will of her collar, Erin's mind was on Steven, replaying every sentence, every word, every moment of their conversation, obeying her awakening heart. She thought about his blue eyes as she closed hers, feeling this other man's cock slide down her throat. She thought of the way Steven started talking fast when discussing the movies he loved with her as she felt this other man's hands on the back of her head, fucking her mouth. She thought of the way Steven had smiled at her, as the other man's cum started pumping down her throat. And in her mind she moaned, Oh Steven, as she gave herself release with her fingers.
She absently cleaned the last of his cum with her tongue, and pulled her head back.
"Damn, girl," the guy said to her, but she didn't even look at him. She stood, buttoned her pants, collected herself, and simply said, "Thanks" as she left. No kiss this time.
Ron watched her go, not really sure what just happened outside of yet another great blowjob from a sexy little girl, but his head was still spinning so he wasn't even close to coming up with the correct answer. I must just be that hot, he thought to himself.
Erin walked back to the elevator, up to the apartment, and locked the door. She went to her room and stripped naked, and even took off her collar. The taste of cum in her mouth now made her feel shame, but now there was a new feeling in her heart. A warmth that she didn't even remember. She thought of Steven.
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