It was a shitty thought, made all the shittier when I spotted my wallet exactly where I left it the night before. And the note that was left on the bedside table.
“Daddy, you looked too cute to wake-up and you need some rest. I’m already at the con. Text me when you get there. Xoxo, your princess.”
Worst. Daddy. Ever.
Still, as I grabbed a quick shower and started to get dressed, I thought about last night. Yes, the blowjob was amazing. Ashley was fun, energetic, playful and not afraid to try things. I would be embarrassed to tell someone I liked dd/lg play, for fear of being seen as a creepy old man. Ashley just cut right to the point. This is what she liked and she brought me along for the ride.
It’s a hell of a leap of trust. I suspect she’d been burned a lot over the years, but she still kept diving in. I was thinking that I was the one taking all the risk… what would my friends and family think of me hooking up with a woman 30 years younger than me. Oh, the scandal and embarrassment.
But she was leaving herself very vulnerable to me. I resolved to be worthy of her trust. And to talk to her about what else she wanted to do.
As I was hobbling to the convention center it occurred to me that it had been ages since I was in such a good mood. All it took was a blowjob. Jesus, I really was a middle-aged cliche.
Once I cleared security at the centre, I dropped Ashley a note. It was close to 11. She replied almost instantly.
“Daddy! I thought I might have broken you.”
“You’ll have to work harder than that to break me,” I replied.
“Oooooh, a challenge. I love a challenge.”
I decided to push a few buttons to see where she was. “I’m not the one who didn’t get to cum last night. I’m looking forward to taking a long time before breaking you tonight.”
There was a pause for a few minutes.
“Fuck. Now everyone is wondering why I’m blushing so bad. Also, I need to change my panties. Thanks Daddy.”
“Where are you?”
She gave me directions to where she was. It was an area of the show floor focusing more on video games, so I’d given it a pass as games weren’t really my thing. I had only so much time and money for so much geekery. Video games didn’t make the cut.
I’d deliberately not asked who she was dressed up as today and she hadn’t offered it up. It was possible she’d repeat her Scarlet Witch or Batgirl costumes, but I suspected a cosplayer like her probably brought a half dozen costumes with her. As I left the room I had to step over the contents of her suitcase, where I could make out bits and pieces of different cosplays.
Continuing with the redhead theme, I was guessing Black Widow or maybe Phoenix.
Close, but wrong.
I spotted her posing with a couple of other people dressed like X-Men. She was in a green mini-skirt, with a yellow mask, belt and knee high boots. Marvel Girl. She looked, of course, amazing. I found a spot to just stand back and watch her for a few minutes. She happily posed for pictures, sometimes posing dramatically. One little boy, probably no older than five or six, came dressed as Wolverine. She gushed over his costume and happily posed while his parents took their picture. She waved good-bye as he toddled off, looking over his shoulder back at her. It looked like the start of a crush.
I could empathize.
I started to walk over towards her. She spotted me and a smile broke across her face. She walked quickly over to where I was and threw her arms around me and gave me a big hug. I managed to keep my balance and hugged her back. She pulled back and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
“I was getting worried, but you were still breathing when I left this morning, so I figured you just needed to recover.”
I shot her a look.
“This is how you talk to your daddy?” I said.
“Ooooh no, will I have to be punished?” she said, giggling.
I resisted the urge to slap her ass. Instead, I leaned in and whispered “I’m the one who gets to decide if you get to cum this evening. Be nice to your old man, ok?”
Chastened, but still grinning, she said “Yes daddy.”
I was quickly introduced to the rest of the “X-Men” a group of cosplayers she’d ran into lining up to get in and they’d hit it off and decided to hang out for the morning. I was glad she did that and was actively avoiding the area where her bitch “friends” might be hanging out. Although I could see a couple of the guys were giving me mildly frustrated and dirty looks. No doubt they were hoping to get somewhere with Marvel Girl and I was screwing up those plans.
Ashely looked like she was having fun, so I told her to keep hanging out and I was going to head over to Artist Alley. I had a few things to pick up and see if some pages of art I was interested in had survived to Day 3.
“You don’t want to be with me,” she said, pouting.
“I want you to have fun and do all the cosplay things you came here to do. I promise, we’ll have time together later today. And I’m all yours this evening.”
“Ok daddy,” she said, reaching up to kiss me on the cheek. I grinned and started to walk away. Someone must have said something about me and/or my age. I heard her say “He’s cute and treats me nicer than anyone ever has. Gotta problem?” No one did, apparently. Good call. Picking a fight with the redhead is always a bad idea, telekinetic powers or not.
We were happy to bounce off of each other that way for the rest of the day. Freed from the constraint of her bitch friends, she seemed to light up and really soak in the con. The only time I saw her grumpy was when she got a text from the bitches who wanted to know where she was. She promptly texted back saying she was fine, to fuck off, and never talk to her again. After that, she was back to her usual happy self.
She did seem spacy, though. She was certainly a bit ditzy when we first met, but underneath she was smart, funny and playful. As the day went on, though, every time I saw her she seemed more and more unfocused. I was getting a bit worried, especially as I had plans for this evening that required her to be at least a little focused. I was getting ready to tell her my plans, when she insisted she needed to say good-bye to the people she’d been hanging out with. An hour later, as the con wrapped up for the day, I got a text from her.
“Daddy, I’m ready for you to take me back to our room now.”
As tempting as that was, there were a few other things that needed to get straightened out. And I didn’t want to try and do that while she was teasing me in the hotel room, or with my brain mush after the first fucking I’ve had in over two years. Plus, I had a sneaking suspicion about another sexual kink she had and I wanted to put it to the test.
“Go back to the hotel room, and meet me here,” I said, texting her the name of an Italian restaurant I’d actually made a reservation to weeks ago. I wanted a nice meal at least one of the nights I was in town, and I knew trying to find a place to get a table near the convention center would be a problem. “Civilian clothing. You may dress sexy, but appropriate for a nice restaurant. There’s money for a taxi on my bedside table. Be there by 8 pm.”
There was a pause for at least a minute. I suspected she was processing how to respond to this twist. She probably figured I was going to be eager to get her back to the room. And it was tempting, but priorities.
“Ok daddy,” came the reply. Huh. I was expecting a much brattier response. Although I imagine she still wasn’t very happy.
“Thank you, princess. Daddy will make it up to you later.”
Another pause.
“Ok Daddy ;)”
I’d only known Ashley a few days and it was amazing to me how much her good mood meant to me. Hopefully that would go beyond tonight.
***
At around 8:10 pm she was escorted to my semi-circle booth, tucked away in a quiet corner for the restaurant. It was Saturday night, so quiet was relative, but we would have some privacy. I was curious as to what she would end up wearing. She didn’t disappoint as she followed the maitre ‘d across the restaurant. She had the walk of a woman who knew people were looking and was both embarrassed and loved the attention. The red tartan mini-skirt certainly caught the eye, along with the black turtle neck, along with black kitten thigh high socks and black kicks. She had her hair in a ponytail and was wearing glasses.
If there was a better teenage seductress outfit I hadn’t seen it in person. She was stunning and she knew it.
“Hi daddy,” she said, sliding into the booth across from me. I’ll give the maitre ‘d credit; he managed to keep his face neutral. He was also about 70 years old. I suspect he’d heard more scandalous things.
“You look fantastic,” I said, stating the obvious.
“Thanks daddy,” she said, still blushing under the compliment. She glanced at the menu and her eyes widened at some of the prices.
“We could just order dessert and head back to the room,” she said. “This place is pricey.”
“No, I’ve been looking forward to eating here for awhile. Besides, I want dessert back at the hotel, not here.”
She squirmed in her seat a bit more. It was 50/50 if she was wearing panties. The odds were much better than that she had just just made a mess in either her panties or the seat.
“Ok, daddy,” she said in a slightly breathless tone of voice.
Now, the unpleasant part.
“Besides, we get to have a nice meal and chat. Because we have things we need to talk about, Ashley.”
“Daddy…”
“Nope,” I said, holding up a finger to silence her. She was startled.
I know you’re grumpy and pouty with me right now, but I promise you I’m not dragging you here to be mean, a tease, or cruel. And I will make it up to you. Do you believe me?”
She nodded.
“The waitress is going to be back in a few minutes. We’re going to order some food. And from the time we place our orders until the main course gets here, we’re going to talk like adults. I like our play, I really do Ashley, but we do have things to talk about. Is that understood?”
“Yes, daddy,” she said sullenly.
“My name is Ben. You’re going to call me that until the food arrives. Ok?”
“Ok.” Christ, she could even do cranky adorably.