Danielle Davis was on her knees with her awesome little ass pointed right at me. Her knees were spread wide for balance in the old papas san chair. Her silk panties were stretched between those knees, a very obvious wet spot in the center of the crotch. Her right shoulder was down against the back as she turned her head and looked at me. She had this faint shy sexy smile on her lips.
As for me, I was frozen with a very definite deer in the headlights look on my face. It was slowly changing to awe as my eyes locked in on her well-displayed sex and the tight pucker of her asshole. The skin around her anus was a shade or two darker than the surrounding skin and at the center was a very distinctive ring at the opening.
I was finding it hard to breath and I kept licking my lips. My manhood was stiff, hard, and hot along the inside of the left leg of my levies. My first urge, as my shock lessened, was to fall to my knees and bury my face between those firm cheeks and my tongue as deep in her ass as humanly possible.
The fact that she was just eighteen, probably a virgin, and my best customers daughter, all warred with this urge. The last part of that was the main problem, that and the fact that we were in his house and he was home. I was supposed to be fixing the family computers and Danielle's was the last.
She wasn't supposed to be home yet. She was supposed to be at work for another hour. I hadn't expected her so I hadn't knocked on her door. I was dead meat if her dad came down the hall and why the hell was she in this position in the first place, my mind yelled in shear panic.
She didn't move, I didn't move, and this could have gone on forever as far as I was concerned, but something had to give before her old man showed up. I took a deep breath to ask the question my mind was yelling but all I could do was lick my lips again.
"You do that one more time and I'm going to come all over myself," Danielle whispered softly.
"I think I already have," was my witty reply.
She giggled as her hand moved to her sex and rubbed lightly over her smoothly shaven outer lips. She bit her lower lip as a finger slipped between the folds of her sex and she moaned softly as the finger rubbed up and down. Her eyes closed for a second.
Opening her eyes, she whispered, "If daddy wasn't home I'd let you use that tongue on me until I screamed."
"I have a feeling that wouldn't be long," I whispered in reply.
"You certainly have that right, it's one of my favorite fantasies."
"How do you feel about dieing?" I asked.
She sighed and got out of the chair, the panties falling to the floor around her ankles. Standing there facing me she was breathtaking to say the least. Tall, slender, with small well-rounded tits and narrow hips, she was the perfect picture of a very healthy young woman.
When she stuck the finger that had rubbed her sex in her mouth, my breath caught in my throat. Removing the finger she smiled and said, "I taste oh so good."
I licked my lips again and nodded. "I'll just bet you do."
Her hand dropped to her sex and moved there for a second. When she moved her hand she shivered and took two steps toward me. She held a finger up in front of my face. "Want a taste?"
When I opened my mouth to speak, she shoved the finger in and giggled. She moaned softly after that as my tongue and lips worked the finger over. She was absolutely right; she tasted fresh, sweet, and wonderful.
"Dad leaves for work at six and calls to check on me at eight, I plan on getting off big time by eight thirty at the latest, sooner if things work out. Are you going to be here to help?" She asked as she popped her finger out of my mouth.
My mind swirled and whirled as it spit out a ton of smutty thoughts at that idea. All I could do was nod. When I did, she grinned and brushed past me and quickly crossed the hall to the bathroom. My heart was pounding as I turned to watch her until the door closed.
It took a dozen deep breaths before I could function enough to sit down at her computer and turn it on. My mind was still in flights of fancy as it booted up and my dick was in a painful position with me sitting down. I stood up to rearrange things and had just sat back down when Dave, Danielle's dad walked into the room.
"How's it coming, Bill?" He asked.
My brain spit out several snide remarks about everyone coming nicely but I ended up saying, "I'm just getting started. Danielle was in her room and getting ready for a bath so I had to wait a few minutes."
"Work must have been slow if she's home this early."
"I guess so, she didn't say."
I heard him knock on the bathroom door and when Danielle acknowledged it he said, "Don't be using all the hot water, I need a shower before work."
Her reply was muffled to me but he must have understood because he said, "I don't know you'll have to ask him yourself, but I don't have a problem with it."
Danielle made another muffled reply and Dave turned back to me. "Kids, they are so impatient. She's lost some folder or the other and wants to know if you can find it for her."
"I'm in the middle of clean up right now and have some other stuff to do but no problem, I'll look for it when I finish what I'm doing now. Did she say what the name of it was?"
"Something to do with a self portrait or something like that. An art project most likely, she's borrowed my digital camera a few times lately. She wants to go to art school. That's her latest thing anyway. I hope she finds what she likes pretty soon. She needs to get some kind of training so she'll have a future."
"Even with training it's hard," I told him. "I have three years of computer courses and a ton of experience and I'm still struggling to make ends meet. I've got the job at the electronics store and I do this type stuff on my own on my days off and weekends. I need to finish college but I haven't the money or the time."
"Have you ever checked on a job with our company. The computers are always crashing and locking up. They have a service contract with some asshole but he's way to busy and hard to contact. Then when he does show up, he just gets things back up and running, not fixed."
I turned and looked at him. I had never even thought about the company he worked for, I wasn't even sure what they did. "No sir, I didn't even know the plant had computers."
"We have tons of the damned things, from the robot controls on the production line, to the offices, and especially in research and development where I work. I could hardly get anything done without the computers. Come by on your next day off and I'll introduce you around."
"I'd appreciate that but most companies want a sheepskin for stuff like computers."
"If you can take care of the company computers like you can mine then I think we can use you, sheepskin or not. Anyway, the company has an excellent training program. Danielle is in the art department and they are talking about putting her through school and I have a couple of kids from the college working for me."
"I'm off next Tuesday so I think I might take you up on the offer," I told him with a grin. A job at the plant would pay a hell of a lot more than the minimum wage I was making now.
Danielle came out of the steamy bathroom wrapped in a large towel and said, "If you two are through gabbing, I need my bedroom for a few minutes."
Looking at me she went on, "You can come back when I'm dressed to finish up and help me find my pictures. They vanished and I can't find them anywhere. That's why I'm home early, I need them for a new layout the art department is working on."
