Author's note: Welcome back, dear audience, for my latest story. As always, comments and constructive criticism are welcome and encouraged. This story is actually fully consensual and thus needs no disclaimers other than that all characters who engage in sexual conduct are of age. It's a bit short and not quite my usual fare, so I'm curious to see how it's received. I think it came out pretty nice, but at worst its good practice in writing consensual scenes and mid-sex dialogue, the two main areas I'd like to sharpen before I think about diving into writing a full series. Now, thank you to everyone who gives it a read and on with the show.
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A gentle breeze tickled the hairs on Tony's arm as he reached out to grip the brass doorhandle before him. Winter had just given way to spring and the doctor had decided to celebrate with an impromptu trip to the neighbourhood pub nearest to his apartment. As a single parent with a teenage daughter and a demanding job, Tony wasn't able to indulge in as many nights out as he would have liked, but when he did The Lost Sheep was his haunt of choice. He pulled open the Sheep's heavy front door and smiled as the familiar sight of its homey interior was revealed before him. Tonight was quiet, it seemed, with less than a dozen patrons present all scattered throughout the room. Only one sat at the polished wooden bar behind which Tony was surprised to see a girl he failed to recognize.
While unable to frequent the pub as often as he would have liked, the man was enough of a regular to know each of its employees by name and the girl wasn't one of the trio who normally took shifts behind the bar. Intrigued, Tony casually made his way up to his usual stool, taking a good look at her as he walked. She was tall for a girl, though still shorter than himself, with curly brunette hair and a soft, approachable face. Her body was difficult to make out under the loose uniform she wore, but from the lack of swell in her blouse there couldn't be that large of curves hidden beneath. From the look of her Tony figured there was no way she was old enough to partake in the drinks she was serving, but the fact she was behind the bar meant she had to be at least old enough to take home if he played his cards right and fate was in a generous mood.
When she looked up from the glass she was cleaning and saw his approach, the girl broke into an unexpectedly cheery grin that lifted Tony's spirits. He wondered whether it was just the enthusiasm of a new job or if he could actually have been so lucky as to catch her interest as much as she had captured his. He answered her smile with a grin of his own as he crossed the remainder of the room, projecting as much confidence as he could manage. Having hit his fortieth birthday the past fall, Tony knew he wasn't exactly the suave romeo he had been in his youth but he kept himself in good shape and had enough money and class to present a pretty handsome image for his age. When his wife died nearly a decade before he had been heartbroken, determined to raise their daughter alone. Eventually, though, the pain grew increasingly distant and after years alone he finally began seeing other women for the first time since college, if only casually. With his daughter entering her teenage years it had become harder to maintain an active sex life, but he still managed to do alright with the ladies. With a bit of luck and a good first impression he thought he had a decent chance of charming his way into the cute bartender's pants, though the age gap between them was enough that she might be beyond his skills.
"Hey, stranger, what can I get ya?" She asked once he reached the bar and settled onto his stool. The girl was directly across the bar from him, perched against the counter and leaning forward just enough for Tony to find the arrangement unusually intimate. Compounding matters, there was something about her voice that was just familiar enough to make him give the brunette a closer look. When he didn't immediately recognize her, however, he dismissed the thought as nothing, confident he would recognize a face as gorgeous as hers had they ever met before.
"I'll take a whiskey, please," He answered. The teen nodded and departed to fetch and prepare his drink. As she worked his eyes lingered over her backside. She was generally slim, but there was a pleasant fullness to her ass that made the man momentarily fantasize about bending her over the bar and making her squeal while the rest of the patrons watched. When she returned, she deposited his whiskey in front of him atop a little napkin.
"Here you are." Again, something struck him as familiar about her cheery voice.
"Thanks. It looks almost as delightful as you, Miss..." Tony was surprised to see his simple but confident first pass produce a slight frown on the brunette's pretty face. He had been sure the vibes he was getting were inviting, but at her reaction doubt began to creep in.
"Aww, don't you recognize me, Mister Colston?" The girl seemed a bit hurt, and Tony was instantly taken aback. He couldn't imagine forgetting a girl like her, but she clearly knew him.
"I'm sorry, you seem to have me at a loss..." The metaphorical hamster wheel in his head spun frantically, trying to figure how he could know the pretty young brunette.
"It's me, Katherine. I used to sit for Morgan when she was little."
"Kitty?" Tony's look of bewilderment gave way to recognition as he realized why her voice had seemed familiar and why her face had been so hard to place. The last time he saw the girl standing before him she was no older than his own daughter was now. At the time she had been a gawky, flat chested teen with braces and acne. The years since had been kind to her, a once reedy voice dropping to become just a little smoky and her entire body developing in all the right ways. Of the parade of students from his sister's middle school classes who had babysat Morgan for him Kitty had been his daughter's favourite by far, evolving into something of a big sister to his only child. Tony knew they still talked from time to time, but he hadn't seen the girl himself in years since he decided his daughter no longer required watching. Her reappearance as a beautiful young woman was not something the father had been prepared for.
"Well I'll... you have certainly grown up since the last time I saw you, kid."
