His daughter’s friend


His daughter’s friendI was married to a great woman who eventually decided that life abroad without me was preferable to a life here with me. We split up 12 years after taking our vows, but it was long enough for us to have had a c***d. Our daughter Sarah. It wasn’t an ugly break up and we never fought over or through our daughter. It was amicable as far as divorces go, and we shared custody. Our daughter went to school in Europe while living with her mother, and spent most of the holidays with me. I got to keep the big house with my ex having moved away so I had a lot of spare space. It came in handy when entertaining out of town clients who didn’t want the corporate feel of a hotel. The four rooms on the second floor were converted into bedrooms, each with their own bath. One was permanently my daughter’s. The main floor was more or less for show. I put in a Pinball machine and a pool table, entertainment centre and full bar. It was fun for the clients and relaxing for me after long days at the office. The backyard had an in-ground pool, large deck and the property was fenced in by high hedges. It was as private as I could make it, as sometimes gatherings got a little out of hand.I had the basement renovated for my own private use. I essentially lived in the basement. It housed my office and bedroom. I really only came out to eat and use the main floor from time to time. I never learned how to do more than barbeque so I had a cook come in each morning to prepare the food for the day, and I had a cleaning lady come in once a week to keep things tidy. The company footed most of the bills seeing as how I would host functions and put up clients so I didn’t have to worry about expenses. When Sarah was staying with me I worked from home so I could spend as much time with her as I could, so about a year ago when she asked if she could bring one of her friends with her for the school holiday, I told her I was fine with it. I figured it would give me more time to finish some details on one of the accounts the company was trying to get signed. Besides, I spoiled my girl and rarely refused her anything. Their flight came in on a Friday night and I went to pick them up at the airport. I could only imagine how long that flight must have felt as I saw the passengers debarking. Older couples were hanging on to each other as if they would fall down if they didn’t. Parents carried sleeping c***dren in their arms and looked like they wished some one would carry them. Then I saw my daughter. She looked as bright and lovely as a sunrise. I don’t know how teenagers do it but they always seem so alive, like nothing can touch them, especially a long flight from half way around the world. When she saw me she ran right up and jumped into my arms, dropping her bags at my feet. “Daddy!” she squealed in my ear, “I missed you so much! I’ve got so much news to tell you! I can’t wait till you hear it all!””How are you Sunshine?” I asked. “Was the flight ok? I don’t have to scare any young men away from you now do I?” This was my usual question every time I picked her up.”Daddy, stop it!” she replied, giggling the way only 19 year olds can. “Oh, Daddy I want you to meet my friend. Anika this is my Dad! Daddy, meet Anika.”I was so excited at seeing my daughter again that I hadn’t noticed her friend sidle up to us. But once I laid eyes on her I wondered how I could have ever missed such a vision. She was quite possibly the most stunning female I had ever seen. Long thick hair, three different shades of blonde, lay in waves around the most perfect heart shaped face. Her eyes were large and the kind of liquid green found only in the water of Island beaches. Her mouth was wide with plump lips that looked soft and utterly kissable. She stood as high as my shoulder and a quick glance down showed me cleavage that any man would love to sink his teeth into, as well as nicely rounded hips and lean legs under a stylish dress a shade deeper than her eyes. I regained my sense of propriety and greeted her, hoping that my voice wouldn’t belie my thoughts. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Anika. I hope that you’ll enjoy your stay here with us.” My heart skipped a beat as her hand firmly griped mine in a very formal handshake. I had to remind myself that this was my daughter’s friend when I heard her voice.”The pleasure is mine Sir. I am sure my stay will be filled with many exciting things.” Her accent was velvet: soft, warm, and very seductive. “Please call me Mitchell.””Very well, Mitchell.” I had to force myself to tear my eyes from hers so I could pick up the bags and get us all back home. “Come on, I’ll carry these. The car’s not far and I’m sure you’re anxious to get settled in.” My voice, which I always thought very self assured and pleasant, sounded course to my ears after hearing hers.”I can’t wait to take a shower! Traveling is dirty work!” My daughter quipped and I laughed, remembering all the business trips I had taken.”It sure is sweetheart. We’ll be home soon enough”We got to the car and the girls piled in as I put all the bags in the trunk. It will never cease to amaze me how many bags Sarah will pack for a visit. She keeps a full wardrobe at the house so her motives for so much baggage were beyond me, especially since she was only going to be here for a few days. Anika by comparison had very little with just one medium sized suitcase. My mind registered this as interesting, but I pushed it aside for the moment.The drive home went by quickly with my daughter’s chatter about all the new people she had met this year in school, the classes she was taking, and something I didn’t quite understand about fashion. As much as I wanted to pay attention to my darling, my concentration kept straying to the reflection of those green eyes in the rear view mirror, which stared at me unabashedly from the back seat. They had no expression that I could discern. They were just staring at me: constantly. “Daddy, are you ok? You’re awful quiet.””Yeah I’m fine Hon. Just a little tired.” I lied.”Tell me about it!” she answered. “I keep talking just so I’ll stay awake!”I chuckled. “Don’t worry we’ll be home soon enough and then you can clean off the traveling dirt and have a good sleep in a warm bed.””God that sounds wonderful!”I had to smile at my daughter’s enthusiasm, but it wavered as I flicked my eyes back to the rear view and saw those pools of green still staring at me with that steady gaze.When we reached the house I tossed the keys to Sarah and told the girls to head on in, that I would take care of their bags. “Daddy you’re the best father in the world!” she quipped back to me as she virtually ran to the front door. Anika followed her with the kind of grace that comes with high-class living and cultured breeding. But that didn’t stop her from looking all the more alluring. I watched her slightly swaying hips and her taught calf muscles move her forward. I noticed for the first time that she was wearing high heels. “So,” I thought, “She’s petite too.” I was old enough to be this girl’s father and here I was staring at her ass, wondering what it looked like under that dress. I took a few calming breaths to bring me back to reality. Shouldering the bags, I closed the trunk and made my way into the house. Anika was wandering about the main floor looking at the whole set up. I didn’t see my daughter, so I asked where she was.”She said she could not wait to bathe so she went upstairs. You have a very … interesting home, Mitchell.” I wasn’t sure if it was contempt I heard in her voice or marvel. This girl was harder to read than Ikea instructions.”Well thank you Anika. You have a lovely name. Is it German?””Austrian,” she answered distractedly as she admired a print I had on the wall.”Where are my manners? Would you like to choose your room now? You must want to get upstairs. Follow me.”I still had all the suitcases and it was difficult to climb the stair case with them, but something in me refused to let her see this. I heard the shower going in Sarah’s room as I put her bags just inside the door. “You have your choice of the three remaining rooms. Feel free to browse.” “I only see four doors here Mitchell,” she said, “Is not one of these yours?” I couldn’t get over the way she pronounced my name. I grew up thinking it sounded very common, but she made it seem exotic. Why was I getting so wound up over this girl? Normally I never had a problem around attractive women, but she was more than just attractive. In that moment I wanted very much to have my room on that floor.”No, these rooms are all for guests, except for Sarah’s of course. I have my room in the basement. Please, select the one you want.” All the rooms were basically the same with a double bed, a chest of drawers and a writing desk, but each was decorated in very different styles. None of the doors were closed so she popped her head in each one. The first one she looked at was next to my daughter’s. It was almost baroque, with a canopied bed piled with cushions, a plush carpet, antique wardrobe and writing desk. It also had the added feature of a chaise lounge. Most of the female clients chose this room, but Anika just sniffed at it. I suppose when you’re European it would look a little ridiculous on this side of the Atlantic. The next was more masculine. It was decorated in dark colours and functional furnishings. No headboard to speak of and a plain, somewhat thin carpet; a ‘no fuss, no muss’ kind of room. She gave it a quick glance and another dismissal.I sincerely wished that the last one would meet her tastes. Other wise things could get complicated. My hopes were raised when she actually walked in. I had tuzla escort personally decorated this room. It was the first project I threw myself into after the divorce, it used to be the master bedroom, and I was very proud of it. I had found an old sleigh bed, refinished it, and chose white bedding to off-set the dark wood. The dresser was my great-grandfather’s highboy that had been passed down through the generations. It was a little battered but it gave off a well-loved feeling. The desk was something I had made myself during a phase I had. It was medium stained oak and very simple but had elegance to it. I couldn’t claim sole creativity on that one as I had modeled it after a piece I saw in a movie. Still, I had done a good job on it. I watched her heels tread across the white Persian rug as she made her way to the window and ran her hand down the cream Damask d****s. Everything in this room was in shades of white and wood. Even in the bathroom; this is where she headed next. I followed behind her and stood in the doorway as she admired the footed tub and pedestal sink. “C’est magnifique!” She graced me with a smile the likes I have never seen. Her teeth were perfect and gleaming. Her lips lost none of their shape as they spread wide and sent my thoughts to a dangerous place. Even her eyes sparkled, and looked all the more alluring. ‘Get a grip Mitchell,’ I told myself.”Thank you,” is what I told her. “I believe I will enjoy this room very much.” I was elated. It was like getting praise from royalty. “Well I’ll leave you to it then.” I put her suitcase down next to the bed and headed to the hallway. “I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.””Thank you Mitchell.”I practically leaped down the stairs, but stopped abruptly at the foot of them. What was I thinking? Why was I thinking this about her? “I need a drink!” I muttered aloud. I went to the bar and fixed myself a Crown Royal. I took my time about it too, because I was ready to knock back a few and knew I shouldn’t. Dropping two ice cubes into the glass I wondered if Anika would want anything to drink later, if I had anything that would suit her tastes. I doubt she would even dare to drink the wine I had bought. “God Mitchell what’s wrong with you?” Great, I was talking aloud to myself. I turned around and looked into the full-length mirror behind the bar. I saw a man in his mid forties, the hair that wasn’t grey still held its dark brown. At least I’m not balding, I mused. I kept fit by installing a home gym in my basement sanctuary, so I wasn’t paunchy. In fact I had a pretty decent body for a man of my age. I stood at six foot two and my height made my build seem bigger than it was. I suppose that I’m attractive, but I’ve never been any good at determining beauty in males. I just wished that I could see what Anika was looking at so intently. Why was I even letting this get to me so much? She was young enough to be my c***d, and happened to be friends with my actual c***d. Besides, what could someone that young and attractive, possibly see in me. I was used to the women closer to my own age, the divorcees who wanted a few romantic nights out and then a romp or two between the sheets. I couldn’t k** myself. Since my divorce I had not exactly been celibate. I’d had my share of lovers and each one of them taught me something more about the mystery that is woman. I never had any complaints from them about our bedroom antics, quite the opposite in fact. So why was Anika making me feel like a lovesick teen? My fingers gripped the tumbler tight in frustration. I brought it to my lips and whispered “Fuck it” before I slammed it back. Pouring myself another, I promised to take easy on this one.I heard footsteps bounding down the stairs and knew that it had to be my daughter; Anika would never run down stairs. I walked out from behind the bar and into the arms of my baby girl. “Daddy the shower was wonderful! It actually woke me up a bit.” She was swathed in a long blue terry cloth bathrobe and her hair was up in a towel. “Glad to hear it. Do you want a drink?””Do we have any of that ice wine left? That would be great!””I’ll check.” I kissed her on the forehead and went back to the bar. It had a mini fridge and I squatted down to rifle through it in search of the wine. She was out of luck.”Sorry Hon, all I have left is the Raspberry wine. Is that ok?””Sure.” She never put up much of a fuss about anything. I guess that’s why I spoiled her so much. I poured a modest glass and brought it over to her. I turned back to get my drink and saw Anika’s reflection in the mirror. I hadn’t even heard her coming down the stairs and she was still in her heels. But what she was wearing must be why her suitcase was so small. She had on a negligee of off white silk that reached not all that far past her hips. The neckline plunged a deep V down her chest and it clung to every curve without being skin-tight. It was trimmed in yellowed lace that looked very old. Over it she wore what was a robe only in the technical sense. It too was the same white of the chemise, but was so sheer I could see the beauty mark on her left shoulder. She hadn’t tied the belt so it wafted around her as she moved, grazing the backs of her knees. All I could do was stare at her reflection. I had lost the concept of words. I raised my glass to her image in a salute. All she did was stare back at me with those beguiling eyes.”Wow Anika! That’s gorgeous! Where did you buy it? You have to take me shopping with you some time!” My daughter’s voice brought me back to some semblance of reality, and made me choke on my sip of Crown Royal. “I don’t think …””I did not buy it.” Anika interrupted, “It belonged to my Grandmother. It was a wedding gift from her mother, and has been passed down to me.””Beautiful,” was all I could manage to say. I walked around the bar and sat on a stool. I didn’t trust myself to approach her just yet. “That’s too bad,” pouted Sarah, “I want one like it then.””Perhaps we can go find one similar. We could go to the shops tomorrow?” Anika offered.Part of me dreaded what silken treasures would be purchased on that excursion. The other part of me wanted to go along as a fly on the wall. “Mitchell?” I snapped to attention. “Could I possibly have a drink as well?”Of course, what would you like?” The moment of truth was upon me. Did I have what she liked? As it turned out, I did. “A Bailey’s with ice please.” She sat down on the tan leather sofa next to my daughter, and daintily crossed her ankles.My hands were practically shaking as I poured the drink and I made sure that they didn’t notice. I tried to keep my exterior cool and collected but my mind was raging. I wanted to be wicked. I had to admit it to myself. I wanted this girl. Badly. So badly that it made me a little bold. I walked over to give her the glass of Bailey’s, but I held it out so that she had to reach slightly forward and up. It was enough to give me a peek down that negligee and see the perfect mounds of flesh that were Anika’s breasts. She leaned back and brought the glass to her lips sipping slowly, looking at me again with those large eyes. I sat down on the sofa opposite the girls and watched them as my daughter chattered away, and Anika nodded politely. I stared into my whiskey and rewound the night in my mind. The car ride home, the way Anika ran her hands down the d****s, always playing in slow motion her appearance in the mirror and pausing on the glimpse of skin beneath the white silk. I risked a glance at her legs. Those perfectly seductive legs. I imagined myself between them. For a moment I felt myself there as well.”Mitchell would you like to join us?””I’m sorry what?” Anika’s voice brought me out of my reverie.”Yeah! Come shopping with us tomorrow Daddy!””Sure, why not.””Great! We can make a day of it and show Anika the town as well.””That sounds wonderful,” purred Anika.”Well I’d better go to bed then. I’m going to need all my rest to keep up with you tomorrow.” I stood up and kissed my daughter on the forehead. I nodded politely to Anika since I didn’t trust myself to do more, and headed to the basement.I loved my room: my sanctuary. It was spacious and yet still managed to feel cozy. The bed was king sized so I could sprawl in comfort. I had a walk- in closest custom made to hold all of my clothes so I didn’t need to have any dressers. This made it possible for me to spread out all my gym equipment. I had one wall reserved for some office space, filing cabinets, a desk and the like. In one night stand, I kept the few items I had collected to intrigue and delight my previous lovers. They weren’t sex toys per se, more like aides. Like I said, I had unravelled most of the mysteries and knew what to do to please. I locked the door behind me and descended the stairs, undressed and threw my clothes in a pile at the end of the bed. Crawling into the comfort of my bed I lay there staring at the ceiling, thinking about Anika. Down here, I could think about all the things I wanted to do to her without the fear of being asked what was on my mind. I imagined her in the bathtub of her guest room, with bubbles up to her neck. Her ankles would be crossed and resting on the side. Her long locks would be wet and circling her in the water. Her eyes would be closed and head resting on a bath pillow while she would be lazily washing her breasts. In my mind she would work herself into such a state that water would slosh out of the tub and all over the floor. As I brought my hand down to my stiff penis, I saw her spreading her legs, inviting me into the tub with her. I started to masturbate, fantasizing that it was her encircling me, not my tuzla escort bayan hand. Her hands would grip the sides of the bathtub for support and her legs would wrap around me. That beautiful mouth of hers would be opened wide in silent ecstasy, and her eyes would be staring right into mine. I tried to slow the pace of my mind to match the pace of my hand, but it was over before I really let my fantasy get going. My body tensed with my orgasm and instead of groaning like I normally did, I spoke her name. “Anika.”I woke up early the next morning and started my usual routine. I can’t imagine why, but I forgot that the girls were visiting, so I neglected to wear anything besides my boxer shorts up to breakfast. I grabbed a loaf of bread and started some toast. As I was starting the coffee I heard the bouncing steps of my daughter coming down the stairs and the previous night came flooding back to me, and to my groin. I pressed it into the counter in the hopes of stemming its lift.”Morning Daddy! What’s for breakfast? I’m starved!” She came up to my side and planted a kiss on my cheek. “Morning Sarah. So far, I have toast. Anything more, you’ll have to wait for Branwin to get here, but I can manage coffee.” I took my time measuring out the grounds, as I didn’t think I could turn around just yet, but I knew that I should throw some more clothes on before Anika came down to join us. The last thing I needed was for her to see me this way.”Sweetie, why don’t you finish this and I’ll go get dressed.”I virtually ran out of the kitchen before she could answer me. I closed my bedroom door and leaned against it for a moment relishing the feeling of arousal. I wasn’t sure how long I was going to be able to behave myself around Anika, but I was damn sure going to try. I knew that I shouldn’t make advances on my daughter’s school friend, no matter how much I wanted too. What was driving me crazy was the way she carried herself. Anika appeared to have control over everything around her. She was the image of cool assurance. The more I thought about her the more I wanted her. “She probably does this to all the men in her life” I mused. I sat on the step and looked down at my throbbing erection. I had to get this thing back down. I went through all the mental images that would usually kill it and they weren’t working. My mind kept straying to last night, how Anika had waked away from the car. I dwelled on the way that tight ass of hers swayed ever so slightly as she clicked her way along the path to the door: the taught muscles of her calves as she took each step. My hand made its way to the inside of my boxers. I freeze framed my mental re-run on her taking the first step up to the door, and stroked my hand quickly along my cock. I must have been much more aroused than I thought, because after only a minute or two, I felt the stirrings of orgasm rush though me. I held my breath to stifle my groaning so Sarah wouldn’t hear. As the euphoria wore off, I hung my head, panting, and looked at the stairs. “Ah shit.” I was going to have to clean this mess up fast. I took off my boxers and used them to wipe up the ropes of come that were sliding their way down the wood steps. I managed to clear away the evidence as best as I could, went to clean myself off and to get some clothes on. As I stood in the closet I realised that I was choosing the apparel I would normally wear when I wanted to go out and pick up women. A snug, light knit sweater, in just the right cut to show off my upper body, a pair of black Dockers, and my Bacci loafers. I had even put on some Old Spice. “What the hell? It’s true, admit it Mitchell,” I told myself. “You want this girl more than you’ve lusted after any other woman. Just go for it.” With new resolve I got dressed. I wasn’t going to let Anika fluster me any more. I was going to be the man I knew I was. The charmer, the seducer, and the ladies man my colleagues told me they wish they could be. She wasn’t going to be the one in control any more.I took much longer in my room than I had thought, for when I got to the kitchen, the girls were at the table chatting with the Branwin, the cook, over cups of coffee. The remains of a quick breakfast were piled next to the sink waiting to be washed.”Good morning Mr. Mitchell.””Guten morgen Mitchell.” “Morning all. Are we ready for our spree?” I smiled conspiratorially. “Branwin, I doubt we will be home for lunch, so perhaps just a light dinner for this evening. I’m not sure when we will be getting back.””Of course Mr. Mitchell.” I liked Branwin. She was always on time and always courteous. Tack onto that a splendid cook. She had been working for me for years and not once did she displease me. She’d seen her share of my life, and despite her somewhat advanced age she never looked at me disapprovingly, nor once let out anything past the walls of the house. She had my full trust.”Ladies, shall we?” I made a sweeping gesture with my arm and the girls got up from the table. Had I not come back upstairs with my new frame of mind, then I would never have been able to make it out the door when I saw Anika’s outfit. She had on a very tight black skirt that flared at the knees and a lavender blouse that fit her curves with such precision that it must have been tailor made. A pair of sling back heels completed the ensemble and all in all made her look every bit the sophisticated European. Sarah by comparison looked very North American in her jeans and pullover, but very comfortable, and very lovely. She was my baby girl; she would always be beautiful to me.We got into the car and drove to town with both Anika and my daughter in the backseat. What little historical information there was about our small burg I gave them, but for the most part we were a relatively new town, so I tried to make everything as interesting as possible. I did much the same for the clients who wanted a tour so I was reciting most of my repertoire from memory. I knew that the mall would be empty this early in the day but I wanted to go to the independent stores first. I tried to shop there as often as possible. I disliked the mall atmosphere and I figured Anika would prefer to see more of the town then just the florescent trappings of commercialism. I parked the car at the top of the street and fed the meter. “So ladies, shall we start here and work our way down?” I was feeling more like myself. I knew I could handle this excursion. It would even give me some idea as to what pleased Anika. If I knew some more of her tastes then I was sure that I could win her over later. Just like that, the anxiety she stirred in me was gone, and the assured male was taking over.”Sounds good Daddy. Oh Anika you’ll love these stores. It’s not quite what we have back home but it’s close enough.” “I am sure they will be lovely. Do not worry so much. So long as I can find something unique then I do not much care where I buy it.” Well that was interesting. But then my mind registered what Sarah had said. ‘Back home.’ Didn’t she think of this as home any more? I was crushed. Maybe I was reading too much into the statement, but it hurt none the less. I couldn’t let the comment ruin what little time we had together, so I held my tongue and made a mental note to talk to her about this when Anika wasn’t around. The morning passed by fairly quickly as I watched the two girls paw through racks of clothing, and parade in and out of the changing area. My budget was taking quite the pounding as my daughter racked up purchase after purchase. Perhaps I was trying to make up for what she said earlier but I couldn’t stop myself from buying her what ever she wanted. Anika seemed pleased with the selection the shops offered, it was hard to tell through her serene exterior, but she didn’t buy very much at all. Eventually they managed to get me to try on a few things in one of the men’s stores. I normally don’t like shopping with company, but I quite enjoyed their reactions to my mock modeling, and it gave me a way to make Anika smile again. Despite my already full wardrobe, I bought a few items that Anika seemed to especially like.We stopped for lunch in one of the more trendy restaurants the area had to offer. The selection wasn’t that large, but the food was very good. We settled on salads and a rather expensive bottle of Chardonnay. The sommelier raised his eyebrows to me before pouring wine for the girls and I nodded my permission to him. The conversation was as light as the meal and just as delectable. Just after we finished, Anika excused herself from the table and I took the opening to talk to my daughter.”I don’t mean to pry Sarah, but what did you mean earlier, when you said ‘back home’? Don’t you think of this as home anymore?” “Oh Daddy of course I do.” I could tell she meant it too. Her eyes gleamed with the beginnings of tears. “This will always be home. But with Mom is home too. Home will be wherever the two of you are. Don’t think it isn’t. It just came out that way ’cause I was talking to Anika.” The tears started to escape down her cheeks. “Sweetie I’m so sorry. I just thought … I don’t know what I thought. I just love you so much, and since I don’t get to see you nearly as often as I would like I got worried. Please forgive your old man for thinking that way?””No forgiveness needed!” She reached over and wrapped her arms around me, and I held onto her tight. For a moment I thought I was going to cry as well.”I love you Daddy.””I love you too Sweetheart.” I kissed the top of her head and pulled back from her. “Come on now, we don’t need every one looking at us.” She giggled and wiped her tears away with her napkin. I felt like a new escort tuzla man. c***dren can do that to you. Just when you think that they don’t really need you any more they turn around and surprise the hell out of you. “Did something happen?” Anika had returned form the washroom and looked at us with concern. Her frown may have been one of worry but my mind saw a face in rapture. “No we’re fine,” said my daughter, “we just cleared the air of a few things.”The bill arrived and I insisted that I pay for the three of us despite Anika’s protests. After all, it was the gentlemanly thing to do, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”Very well Mitchell. I shall have to make sure to pay you back somehow.” I cocked an eyebrow at her and the corner of her mouth twitched up in a slight grin. Perhaps I was just reading into things for the second time in one day, so I decided not to press the matter. I would find out soon enough. We left the restaurant and I went to put more money in the accursed parking meter, and put the bags in the trunk as the girls continued on to the next store. As luck would have it, it was a lingerie shop, one of the finest in the town. The woman who runs it was an old colleague of mine. She had always wanted her own store; it was a dream of hers. In order to fulfill my part in keeping that dream afloat, I often bought things there for the women I dated, and recommended her to all the women I knew. Now was the moment to be that fly on the wall. Mind you, I was also dreading what things my daughter would end up wanting to buy. I may be male, but I was also a father.”Hello Mitchell! I haven’t seen you here in quite some time. How are you keeping yourself these days?” My daughter’s jaw dropped and Anika tilted her head in inquisition.”Hello Isabelle.” I leaned over the counter and we kissed each other on the cheek. “I’ve been fairly busy with work to be honest, and now I have my daughter Sarah and her friend Anika visiting. Sweetie, I’d like you to meet Isabelle, she used to work with me at the office before she escaped from the corporate race.””Oh I’ve heard so much about you!” quipped Isabelle, “Your father talks about you every time he’s in here.” I risked a glance at Sarah and she looked at me with a very odd expression. I shrugged my shoulders at her and tried to stave off the embarrassment.”All good things I hope,” replied my daughter, with a slight shake in her voice. We had never really discussed my dating other women, but I guess she knew now. Either that or she thought … Oh great. “Excuse us a moment.” I took her aside and whispered in her ear. “Hon, I shop here sometimes for gifts, for women. I don’t buy things for myself.” She looked at me in shock and then burst out laughing. She doubled over, she was laughing so hard. I turned around and gave a nervous smile to Isabelle and Anika. I was on the verge of panic. “Hon, are you ok? Come on now Sarah, stop laughing please? What’s so damn funny?” She looked back up at me and started another peel of laughter, wiping tears from her eyes. Twice today I’ve made my daughter cry.”I’m sorry … Daddy. It’s just … well it’s just so … funny. I … I never thought … I know that … Ah…” she resigned herself to giggles. “I never thought they were for you Daddy. I just didn’t figure you for talking about me in a lingerie store.” She had calmed down enough by now and I was mollified but embarrassed. Way to stick my foot in my mouth. I coughed lightly and returned to the counter where Isabelle and Anika were looking at me trying not to giggle. “I believe you two wanted to shop?” I tried to get back down to business and forget about his whole episode. “Isabelle, would you please cater to their every whim. I’ll be over there.” I pointed to the ‘man chair’ outside the dressing booths. The three of them began their browsing while I took a seat and looked around the store. Isabelle had changed a few things since my last visit. The walls were now a pale shade of blue and the carpet had been changed giving the place a lighter feel. She had even changed the layout somewhat to give an easier movement around the store without compromising on space. The dressing rooms were also different. The wall enclosing the area had been torn down and replaced by d****s. The rooms themselves no longer had doors, but velvet curtains that stopped about a foot above the floor. The mirrors that had been between each of the old rooms were gone. Instead there was a full length Cheval glass off to the side, opposite my chair. Isabelle had done her homework. She had changed the store from a place of function to a place of seduction. I noticed for the first time that music was playing. I couldn’t quite place it but I knew it was something by Chopin. It was all quite soothing and very comfortable.I tried very hard not to notice what the girls were looking for. I wanted to be surprised if they decided to model them for me. Although I was still having misgivings about being here with my daughter, I tried to convince myself that she wasn’t a little girl any more and that she would end up buying things like this when she went back to her mother anyway. I figured that so long as I didn’t see her in them then I would be able to restrain my fatherly concerns. But just in case I waved Isabelle over to me. Before I could say a word she summed it all up for me. “Don’t worry Mitchell, I’ll steer her clear of the more alluring ensembles.” She said in a low voice. At one point I had considered dating this woman, when she was still working with me, but I knew that it would cause hassles later on. Since she left, I always maintained a flirtatious yet respectful friendship with her. It appeared to suit the both of us and nothing ever happened to make me want to change that relationship.”Isabelle you are a goddess among women. I doubt my mind would be able to deal with my little girl in the things I know you have on those shelves.” I gave her a wink.”Well why don’t you go and have a coffee upstairs while I take care of the two lovelies. Your daughter’s friend really is quite beautiful isn’t she?” She looked at me in such a way that made me think she knew what was going on in my mind.”Yes she is.” I said wistfully. Isabelle raised an eyebrow at me, so I hastened to add, “So is Sarah. Actually,” I cleared my throat, “I think I will go for that coffee.” I got up and looked at Isabelle with a bit of guilt. She just kept that eyebrow right up there and chuckled. I passed her my credit card and aimed for the door.”I’ll be upstairs when you two are done. Just come up and find me.” I called out to them. I caught the sound of giggles just before the bells tinkled the door’s closing behind me.The café was a little place bustling with customers but I still managed to find a seat by the window. It overlooked the plaza below and gave me a chance to people watch. I ordered an espresso from the waiter and sat back to ponder. As much as I wanted to see the sort of lingerie Anika would buy, and as much as I wanted to see her in it, I knew that I would never be able to accept the sight of my daughter in anything besides footed fleece pyjamas. I decided it was better to forego the pleasure, then to go through the coronary. In any case I was hoping that Anika’s way of paying me back was to model her purchases for me in private. Now that would be a pleasure. They still had two more nights here so I knew there was no rush. But before they left I wanted to have Anika in my bed. I sipped my Italian brew and ran through several scenarios on how to accomplish that. About two hours and three coffees later the shopping queens came up to collect me. They were each carrying bags in both hands. “Daddy I’m pooped!” my daughter exclaimed as she sat down in an empty chair next to me. “Do you think it would be okay if we went home? I glanced up at Anika and she nodded her acquiesce.”Of course. Why don’t you head back to the car and I’ll settle up here.” I got up and went to pay at the counter while they headed back down the stairs. The drive home was much quieter than on the way into town. My daughter sat dozing in the front and Anika just stared out the window in the back. I turned the radio on low to the jazz station and enjoyed the drive. I also enjoyed looking at Anika in the rear view, just like I did the night before, only this time I saw her in profile. She was beyond beautiful. As much as her serenity attracted me, I wanted to make this girl cry out in passion, to make her lose that unflappable personality and beg me to make her my slave. Well perhaps not that far, as tempting as it was. I just wanted to make her writhe beneath me as I drove her to ecstasy. When we pulled into the driveway Sarah made her excuses and staggered straight to her room to take a nap. I carried her bags up, and found her asleep on top of the bed. She hadn’t even bothered to change out of her clothes. I heard the water running in Anika’s room so I headed down to my own.I put on some track pants and a t-shirt, and figured I would get in a quick work out before dinner. I popped my exercise mix into the CD player and got to it. I did my regular warm up of rowing, followed by a light arm and leg routine. I didn’t want to push too hard since I was going to be eating soon. I finished up in just under an hour and took a long hot shower. I let the heat and steam of the water relax and refresh me. I stood there and let the water pound my skin and wash away the sweat from my work out. In order to keep Anika off my mind, I thought about the account for my employers that I was supposed to be working on. I had been so distracted that I hadn’t been giving it any thought at all. I put on a clean pair of jeans but stayed shirtless and barefoot. My CD ended and I heard Tchaikovsky coming from upstairs. My curiosity was peeked. When I reached the living room I saw a vision beyond belief.

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