It was Friday and I had one job left before I could start my weekend. I didn't have much planned other than watching some of my favorite sissy porn and playing with a few of my larger dildos. Not too exciting, but it's how I spend most of my weekends when I don't have other plans.
Today I wore my red lace panties under a pair of black break-away running pants with white stripes down the side. Along with a plain black tee shirt that fit tight against my slender figure. A simple outfit that wouldn't draw any attention at work but still let me feel sexy underneath. Today should be an easy day anyway. I just have to go inspect a machine and let my company know if it's worth buying. If it is, I close the deal and go home to start my fun.
As I reached the top of the four mile dirt road of a driveway to get to the seller's house, I pulled up to the big vibratory compaction roller I was supposed to inspect. I got out of my car and was immediately greeted by an outstretched arm ready for a handshake.
But on the end of this arm was a giant, strong, mature hand with fingers the size of sausages and a palm so large my dainty hand nearly disappeared as it closed around me. It immediately reminded me of a time two years ago when I invited a silver daddy I met on Craigslist to my hotel room for a night of fun. He had the same large hands. After I sucked him off while he stood in the window of my 20th floor room he showed me how powerful those hands were when, on my request, he slowly and gently worked those mighty fingers and eventually the entire hand into my achingly hungry sissy hole. I remember howling in lust-filled delight, and begging him not to stop. It was the most amazing feeling I ever felt and we enjoyed each other all night, but as morning came he left and I never saw him again.
I snapped out of my flashback and looked up to see his face, but I couldn't recall if that was really him or not. And I'm here to do a job, so I better stay focused. We introduced ourselves and he walked me over to the machine he was looking to sell. I climbed up into the seat and fired it up. All seemed to work fine. It was a large roller like you see paving roads. I drove it back and forth a bit before turning on the vibrator function. Then the entire machine shook wildly. It was jarring at first but as I continued to test drive it I found a thrilling sensation as the large machine shook me hard and vibrated my ass cheeks. I stopped the machine and climbed down. As I did I noticed I had a fully erect sissy-clit attempting to poke out of the front of my pants.
The gentleman shot me a concerned glance and I instinctively replied, "I'm sorry daddy." But he said nothing in return. Instead he merely turned around and beaconed me to follow him inside to his home office. My face was bright red as I followed him inside. I can't believe I said that at work!
Once inside we agreed on the sale price and I arranged for transport to come pick up the machine. We finalized the deal and shook one last time.
Again I was captivated by his manly hands. The way his knuckles bulged, and the thickness of his skin. The thick veins running down the back of his hand. It was apparent he's worked hard with them all his life. But still, I'm pretty sure this is not the same wonderful stranger who showed me so much pleasure that night in Reno. Regardless, I'm sure they would make for a wonderful time. He breaks in by asking, "Is there something wrong with my hands? You've been staring at them for quite a while."
Oops! I was still holding his hand during my entire inner monologue.
A little embarrassed I attempted to slyly test the waters. I asked if he ever has trouble getting into tight spaces with those large hands. He said, "I haven't found a space too tight yet."
That's it! I can't take it anymore. I have to see if I can take this anywhere. I raise my hand and spread my fingers and ask him to do the same. I hold our palms together and my finger tips barely reach his first knuckle. I tell him again how huge his hands are, then, grabbing his wrist and turning my back toward him I place his palm against my warm, firm ass. I tell him it's amazing how his hand even makes my ass cheek look small. While standing there, turned away from him, I hold his hand there a few seconds waiting for a response. Hoping it will be an affirmation and not an explosion of anger. And I am rewarded for my risk by a firm but quick squeeze. It felt nice.
I turned around to see him now smiling. He asked, "Did I feel lace?" I nodded yes, then pulled the waist of my pants down far enough for him to see the front of my panties.
I whispered to him "A good sissy ALWAYS wears panties, daddy."
His smile grew even bigger.
We walked to the kitchen, his hand still pressed against my ass cheek. He invited me to take a seat at the table as he went to the fridge and got himself a beer and me a watermelon wine cooler. He opened them both, handed me mine and asked, "Have you ever been on Craigslist? I met a slender little thing like you on there once who also called me daddy. I'm not sure what all you sissies do, but I can tell you that little sissy could do some pretty amazing things."
I blushed. Then asked him where he met that last sissy who could do amazing things. And when he said Reno my heart skipped a beat! I exclaimed, "Oh Daddy! I'm sooo glad you enjoyed me! I haven't stopped thinking about you since that night. The things you did to me, the way you made me feel I will never forget."
Daddy seemed to be just as happy as I was. He leaned across the table and gave me a big kiss, pulling my head towards him as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I gratefully sucked his tongue as tears of joy rolled down my cheek. The kiss continued as I moved around the table to him and he grabbed me firmly by the ass and pulled me into him.
He asked, "How long until they come pick up the machine?"
I replied, "Monday."
Daddy said, "Good. That gives me three days. Are you ok with staying here until then? There's something I really want to show you."
I replied, "Yes, of course Daddy! I will stay as long as you like.."
As we continued to kiss I reached down and stroked his erect cock through the denim of his jeans. I pulled my head away and look down at his crotch. He gave me an approving grunt. I dropped to my knees and freed his swollen manhood. It was just as I remembered. 6 inches with silvery pubic hair that carried the musky scent of a real man.
