In this chapter tiny Alice, the cutest and youngest at 21 hot-in-the-cot darling of the erotic amateur part-time fantasy models outfit called Companion's Corner is about to bump into a hopelessly shy frustrated suburban daddy at a supermarket. Mark this as an erotic shopper's end of 2008 special.
This is a man who's lately questioning his masculinity, a God fearing church-going family man who married a virgin and never previously had sex himself until his wedding night. He's a good daddy who adores his delectable daughter Dawn, a spunky looking but prim and proper young lady who sings in the church choir. Singing in the church choir gives her lots of practice for oral exercise but nary has a stray thought crossed the mind of this puritan young lady. She's as naive as they come, just like a chip off his block.
Her staid daddy really stayed true and never strayed but now he's turned the corner into his forties he's wondering things about his sensuous sibling that makes him toss and turn at night and making him question his masculinity, the part about man being the hunter of the species not a wimp never wanting a wanton woman. And little wonder; his wife left him two years ago for a man who was a better lover, tired of his inability to satisfy her -- the legacy of marrying when you're a virgin male.
He's come to that time of a man's life where many of them get edgy about getting on in years and start to look over their shoulder; it's a time when some men have affairs with their secretaries if they're in an office job, or when tradesmen let the lonely housewife pay the bill with sex on the sofa while it's so far so good.
The difference with this shy suburban daddy called Danny is that he never dabbled in sex on the other side of his marriage but he sure wishes now he had a more interesting past. Yet he's got what it takes in another sense: daughter Dawn is living proof that he knows where to put it. Let's accept that as a lover he's boring, no imagination whatsoever and simply lacks experience that could satisfy a modern woman.
Danny's dilemma is that because he'd hit the flat spot of life when everything seems boring and two years without any sex must make him perhaps the most boring man about town, he's looking to his own sibling to possibly satisfy him.
Now that's a real problem being a devout God fearing church-going Catholic daddy but every time he looks at his daughter -- she's 21 -- lately he wishes he could get her on side and help him come good. Ditto.
Dawn's her name and even though she's also very religious and sings in the church choir and she's a naive a virgin as can be with all her proper behaviour, she's got a horny young body. Danny has no troubles getting quick erections every time he looks at her in her tight spandex walk shorts with a sexy tight bum and standout cameltoe crease catching his eye with such a swollen package for a pussy. He's an early riser at the best of time but more than ever these days he'd like to get up at the crack of Dawn.
When he was a young buck chicks didn't wear those stretchy tight things that sink into the vagina and pull into the crack of their bums and when they wore shorts they had panties under them unlike many modern fillies of the new generation.
Oh Danny boy, his pipe is really calling with repeated erections going nowhere when he sees his sassy sexpot young daughter in her skimpy clothes. She's so meek and mild she'd never guess for a minute the kind of dirty deed thoughts he conjures in his mind about her.
But touch he dare not as it's a church-going religious following under his suburban rooftop. Oh how he wishes he could turn the clock back and mix it and match it with a horny young chick the same age and physical characteristics as his sweet Dawn to find out what it must be like to have sex her up in all kinds of saucy situations.
For months it doesn't get past the stage of him relieving himself, thinking anything but pure thoughts of Dawn and daddy doing their dandiest together under the sheets and on top of the sheets, on the floor, against the wall, on the car bonnet in the garage, on the kitchen table, in the shower, making her tremble on the trampoline in the backyard, holding her in the wheelbarrow position while she's naked in the garden wheelbarrow.
He's got it bad, but he's not getting it, and it's getting to him. He's horny as hell for her yet timid as a tadpole to try his hand. Every single day she seems to be dressing sexier and her clothes are getting shorter and more see-through or is it just his imagination? Danny desperately needs someone to talk to, someone who could give him the clues he needs to make it happen but there's no one to turn to he can trust. He's ruled through loss of confidence the parish priest in case the kindly churchman gets ideas and tries to see Dawn at some ungodly hour after sunset and spirit her away to his cosy quarters for a one-on-one prayer session.
Every Sunday at church he looks at others and wonders if they ever get as randy as he feels; the curse of purity. While some men may go to a local bordello to get their rocks off he thinks he'd have rocks in his head if he must go to a pro that's likely to taunt rather than teach him for being such an inexperienced lover.
He needs an amateur, someone just like his daughter; a woman the same age who might think like a typical 21 year-old and with luck put him on the right track how to get into Dawn's pants.
He's determined to find out how delicious Dawn would feel having his seven and a half inches rock hard erection thrusting inside her like all those fantasies he's had in so many different places while he masturbates. He's afraid to put the word on her for fear of rejection and eternal damnation so somehow he must find someone as close as possible to her physical characteristics and same age to mimic the experience of what it would be doing it to her.
On the way to the supermarket it's on his mind constantly, he's so randy. He's so obsessed that at the supermarket he finds himself fiendishly fetish about his innocent 21 year-old daughter's hot body wondering what she's like under her skimpy clothes, what she's like lying nude, wondering if she masturbates and has someone else -- a young buck perhaps - fucked her yet? He's torturing himself what it must be like to see a decent sized cock going into her, to hear her moaning and writhing in ecstasy, to imagine what it would be like to have her riding on top of him naked and so fresh faced? How can he find out without losing her love? Poor Danny and now he's 15 people back in the express check-out lane and none the wiser.
Billy Joel was right, he asserts, only the good die young and sooner or later it comes down to fate. He's tormented himself for too long figuring how he could get his "Virginia" in the right frame of mind to even broach the subject of his frustration. What he needs is to find a body like hers to fondle and fuck yet how? He wishes he had two daughters with one of them so precocious she'd come to him wanting it.
Dreary Danny, the super sensitive fantasy-ridden shy suburban daddy is standing behind an 18-stone heavy King Kong of a man whom he figures must be a truckie by his build; he's so big he can't see around him, just like driving behind their rigs on the road. He's almost to the checkout when suddenly King Kong mumbles something about corn flakes and pulls out of the line to go get the breakfast cereal.
Danny finds himself suddenly staring at the twin cheeks of a chick in outrageously tight and seemingly undersize canary yellow spandex legless shorts about the same height and size at his sweet daughter. He can't see her face, just that cute tight arse and sexy short legs in casual high heels to make her seem taller. She's got blonde pigtails and by the size and shape of her she must be a high school sexpot - you know the kind - they call them jailbait, just the way his daughter seems at times even though she left high school three years ago.
The moment this meekest of men suburban daddy sets sights on this sexy backside in front of him lust becomes a must and takes command of his better judgement. She's at the checkout now and he's checking her out real good; now he knows why supermarkets call them checkouts.
He sees his sweet daughter in those tiny pants even though another young women's wearing them and his cock's rock hard as his eyes stay cemented to the canary yellow covered buttocks and they sway away sexily from the supermarket down the mall to the car park.
He decides to bite the bullet, just like Steve McQueen would have done in his day in such a situation.
Pure desperation drives him into action as he senses a rare window of opportunity that Billy Joel's words about sooner or later it comes down to fate makes him think this chick might as well be the one. He draws alongside her and with incredible bravery even surprising himself he gets her attention. "Excuse me miss, I couldn't help notice you in the supermarket, I was flabbergasted because you look just like my 21 year-old daughter. In fact for a minute I thought it was Dawn."
Alice stops and looks at him, a complete stranger who's trembling inside trying to look cool with a hot rod in his pants. "Would you please spare me a few minutes to talk to you here; it's really important; I'm not trying to pick you up -- I'm a devoted family man but I need to talk to someone about my daughter. Can we do coffee right here at this al fresco cafe?"
Alice isn't in a hurry and she assumes his daughter must be giving him a hard time, perhaps knocking around with the wrong people or experimenting with dangerous drugs and he needs someone to talk to about it.
