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A Dreamers Watch

1.1 The Flea Market 


You would think by the time you hit 35 years of age your life would be set on a clear path.  I mean, I did all the regular stuff a guy is supposed to do:  I got married, own a house, 2 cars, etc.  But until I found this old wristwatch at the flea market, I hadn't even begun to live.  

Don't believe a wristwatch could change my life?  Well this is a special watch.  I found it in the glass case of an elderly watch repairman.  He seemed to know exactly the watch that caught my eye.  Before I could even ask he took it out and handed it to me with a smile.  It has a gold case with a white face and black hands and a rugged old leather strap.  On the back it has a simple inscription " For a dreamer."    

"It will be the last watch you ever consider wearing," said the old man.

"I don't know...  I've already got three watches including this Gucci I'm wearing."

The old man seemed to be holding back a chuckle.  "Gucci never made anything like the watch you're examining.  Besides, the watch picked you and it doesn't accept rejection"

I tried to ignore the old mans blathering as I stared at this watch.  It was made in the 20's and seemed to hold all the hope and energy of that time.  "I don't suppose you'd consider..."

"A trade?" the old man let go of his chuckle.  "Sure I will.  Just leave the Gucci on the table and we'll call it even."

It was like the old man was reading my mind.  I slipped off the Gucci without a thought and strapped on my new antique.  As I buckled the clasp I felt a tingling in my wrist.  I extended my arm to admire my purchase.  It looked and felt so right. I didn't ask for a receipt I was so caught up in the moment.  I headed out to my car.  I felt so charged up and happy.  The entire drive home I kept admiring my new watch as I steered the car.  I couldn't imagine how good I was going to feel in a little while.


1.2  The Mini Market


Before I got home I had some things to pick up at the market.  I stopped at my local Mini Market and got out to fill the car with gas.  As I began to pump the gas I noticed a young girl at the next pump.  She looked barely 18 and was still wearing her high school cheer uniform, obviously on her way home from practice.  The 2-piece white uniform with navy blue and gold trim really caught my eye.  Her legs were bare and smooth as silk.  Her shiny white tennis shoes lit up the evening and her tiny socks with the little blue and yellow ball at the heel were the perfect topping.  Her hair was cut in a short bob and was thick and gorgeous.   It didn't hurt that this petite blonde had a nice rack as well.  I swear I don't remember any blonde cheerleaders with full C cups and tight little bods at my school.  

As she pumped her gas she twisted and faced me.  She wore a light pink lipstick and little else in the way of makeup.  She was the all American cheerleader dream.  I stared like a deer caught in the headlights.  I could see a tiny gap between the top and the skirt.  Being a big fan of the sexy flat stomach I couldn't help but wish that her top didn't come down so far and that her skirt were riding much lower.  I felt a tingle in my wrist and suddenly this cheerleader was exposing her gorgeous abds to me.  Her top now came just below her breasts and her skirt was riding so low you could see her hip bones.  What a beautiful sight!  There is nothing that quite turns me on as much as seeing the parts and curves of a woman's hips.  And this girl was HOT!  Before I could even take in this sight fully I wished again.  This time I wanted to see her turn around with a skirt that was full 2 inches to short to cover.  She turned and I saw the most gorgeous firm ass cheeks peeking out from under her tiny cheer skirt.  She wore a white thong instead of the "cheer panties."  I knew she must do that to tease the boys, and now to tease me.  

She was starting to draw some attention.  That's not surprising since she was dressed more like a stripper than a real cheerleader.  She replaced the pump hose and suddenly realized her appearance.  She tried to pull down her skirt in the back but as she did it started to slip off her waist completely.  She dove into her car and drove off FAST.  She didn't even get her receipt.  My pump clicked off and I  replaced the hose.    I strolled into the store to pick up a few groceries and chuckled as I thought about how she was going to walk into her house in that outfit.  How would she explain that?  Maybe she could have to use her body to get out of it.  That's what a little whore like her should do. I chuckled again.  Too bad they never have to pay back all the guys she teases.  I wish that wasn't the case, just once.  Ya... I wish her luck with that.

I looked at my watch to check the time and smiled again.  Boy this watch sure does seem lucky!



1.3  I've got to get home



Shelly raced out of Mini Market and she didn't stop to think until she squealed to a stop in her garage.  She looked down at her outfit.  Her top barely covered her tits.  The word WHORE barely fit across the front.  "Whores???  What the hell happened to the "Knights" logo"?  She looked down further to ultra mini, mini skirt.  It wasn't long enough to cover her ass or even the camel toe, which seemed very clearly defined beneath her skirt.  "What the hell am I going to do.  Dad will kill me!"  She wished it wasn't Tuesday.  If it was any other day her younger sister would be there and she could call her to bring her some clothes.  But on Tuesday her sister went to ballet and her mom went to watch.  "Maybe dad is in the shower.  I'll just have to chance it".  She got out of the car and looked at her reflection in the glass.  "I look like a stripper," she thought.  Her white tong was exposed in the front.  She reached down to pull out her thong and hide the camel toe that was so evident.  It was ironic, she thought.  She picked these undies out for the very purpose of emphasizing the camel toe and teasing the boys.  Now she was trying to hide it from Dad.  For a moment she thought she felt dampness on her thong.

As Shelly turned away from the car she was startled as the garage door started to close.  She looked up and her Dad was at the door to the house, closing the garage, and staring right at her.  

"Shelly?  What are you wearing?"  Jon Thompson stared at his daughter's wardrobe in disbelief.  "What have you been doing?"

"Nothing dad... my uniform just ripped.. ok? "

"Ripped?  Shelly do I look that naïve?  You look like a .. a ,... a  I don't know what."

"Like a stripper, dad?  Go ahead and say it.  I do.  I just wish you looked at me the way guys in a strip club would look at me, and not judge me"

Jon's eyes blinked like crazy for a few seconds.  Then he saw his daughter again.  Only he felt very different.  He saw her curves and her flat perfect stomach.  God she had a great rack!  Jon stopped himself.  He couldn't think these things.  He couldn't.  He was unaware of the hard on that now stood out so clearly in his pants.  But Shelly saw it.  "i.. umm.. I.. "

Shelly saw him pop a boner.  She didn't feel offended like she knew she should.  She felt powerful.  She could make a man do anything she wanted and this one was going to go all the way.  She seductively walked up to her father.  She put a finger on his lips to silence them.  Her finger fell down to his chest then lower.  Finally it came to rest right on the head of her father's cock, which stood out clearly in his pants.  "Yes daddy??"  She looked up with innocent eyes at him.  "Is there something else you wanted to tell me?"

Jon couldn't say a word before Shelly was unzipping his pants.  His cock stood out, throbbing in Shelly's hand.  

"Isn't there something I can do to fix this daddy?"  Shelly cooed as she stroked her fathers throbbing cock.  "I bet I can think of something" Shelly crouched down and slid her father's member into her young mouth.

"Ohhhhh  godddddddddddd" Jon moaned as he felt Shelly's lips wrap around the head of his cock.  As she began to go back and forth on his cock she felt less like his daughter and more like a hot stripper.  His mind drifted back to his last visit to Rendez-U.  He looked down again and saw Shelly giving him a BJ like a pro.  Her saliva dripped to the concrete as she struggled to take him all.  

"Get on the car... I want you now"  Jon couldn't believe what he just barked to his daughter.  

"Yes sir, Mr. Customer sir" Shelly smiled and lay back on the hood of the Monte Carlo.  

Jon was in a zone.  This wasn't his daughter, this was every stripper that had ever teased him and sent him off with no money and a hard on.  He would show her!  He stepped to the car and raised the tiny skirt.  With one motion he tore his daughters thong from her pussy.  She smiled as she saw him stick it in his pocket.  He grabbed her legs and put them on his shoulders.  He positioned his naked cock to enter her.  He looked down and saw Shelly's blonde little bush.  He noticed her puffy pink lips.  He couldn't wait any longer.

It wasn't until this moment that Shelly remembered 2 things.  First off she was a virgin.  And Secondly, she was obviously not on the pill.  "Wait one sec...."

Before Shelly could object Jon thrust his manhood inside his daughter with one violent thrust.  

"Shhhhhhhhhiiiittttt Fuccckkkkkkkkkkkkk OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" Shelly screamed as her maidenhood was ripped to a memory.

"That's it you fucking tease.  Take it all." Jon huffed as he fucked his daughter with more force and anger then he ever knew was in him.  And it felt great!  He was rocking this tight pussy.  Making it scream.  His cock felt so good pounding in to her.

"You.. you..  have..  "  Shelly tried to get her wind back, she needed to warn him to pull out.  "You have to pull out.... Ok??  Please!"

"Ya sure...   sure"  as Jon felt his cum begin to shoot.  "mmm yesssssssssss" he moaned as his cum filled his daughters pussy.   

"No..noooooo"  Shelly began to orgasm herself as she felt this wave of cum fill her belly.  "Nooo... mmmmmmmm   god..."

They both collapsed on the car.  Jon lay there on top of his daughter.  His softening dick retracted from her pussy.  He leaned back and stood.  As he looked down he could see a blood stain on the front of the white Monte Carlo's hood.  He realized what he had just done and fell to his knees in shock.  He lost control and..  dear god.. noo...

Shelly felt like she was waking from a bad dream.  She lay on the hood.  She could feel her fathers load inside her; some of it dripping down her thigh.  She felt like she was going to throw up.  Did she just do her own dad?  What the hell had happened to her this evening?  She stumbled passed her sobbing father and into the house to get to a bathroom.  As she closed the door to the house she shouted at her father "pig!"


End of Part 1




