How does a pretty but religious and very naive 21 year-old virgin, who sings in her local church choir and prays to God every night, get enticed into first time torrid sex in a downtown motel? The seduction and sex starts here.
First and foremost blame it on tiny Alice, the horny part-time fantasy model who was wearing the tight pussy hugging Spandex legless shorts at the supermarket when she bumped into the shy suburban divorced daddy called Danny. Their chance meeting gave the quiet and respectable 42 year-old man from the leafy middle class suburbs a chance to ask a modern young woman his daughter's age how he should approach his dearest Dawn to say how he's desperately lonely for you know what he's missing.
Being a regular church goer too, he knows that incest's very very naughty but if it's in good taste the way it happens, consensual and it's between adults it's still terribly sexy if only to read about it. That's especially so for a naive suburban daddy trying to reach out to an equally naive suburban girl-next-door.
Spunky Alice was so taken aback by this forlorn and harmless character she took him aside at a local motel for a crash course in things he could do to help delicious Dawn appreciate his company a whole lot more. (hot Chapter 15) One thing for sure Dawn could show her daddy the value of all that oral exercise she gets singing in the church choir and give him something to crow about.
It's a double whammy here: a man who married too young (big mistake) a religiously bent divorced doting daddy in his early 40s who's missing sex. He's got a 21 year-old naive virgin daughter with no idea about men because of her cloistered upbringing yet she's toting a hot sassy body with a tight ass any real man would drool over, a really cute younger-than-she-is face with mouth watering full luscious lips and dreamy bedroom eyes.
She's remarkably like Alice in many ways – her tits are so tiny there's no point her wearing a bra and undressed it upsets her that her adolescent-like body belies her real age. Most people Dawn meets are amazed she's a working girl.
She's so spiritually close to the church the diocese administrator, a 58 year-old balding bachelor she always addresses as Mr Barrett, gave the clerical assistant position to Dawn and guess what? Since she started work there at 18 for the past three and a half years he's encouraged her to keep wearing to work her teen-type short skirts saying it makes the office more refreshing to see such youthful vitality in his surroundings. You know why don't you? He's got a ceiling high bookcase with high ladder to retrieve books and files he always asks her to get for him. Being a gentleman he always holds the ladder for her safety.
Dawn's so small at 4 feet 9 inches and with curvy but trim and tiny 27Acup-20-33 inch measurements that her doting daddy can imagine how easy it would be to flip her over into different positions on the bed in a close encounter of the naughtiest kind. And even better, if she's riding on top he could handle the horsing around with such a lightweight jockey in the saddle making him show his real colours. Trouble is, Dawn's his daughter and he's told Alice it makes him feel guilty. She thinks she can turn his guilt feelings into a positive reasoning and help his young peach out of a predicament at the same time.
Alice knows what it must be like for Dawn with a similar build for that age. Alice gets tired of people mistaking her maturity but at least she's learnt in her part-time fantasy modelling jobs how to turn it to advantage by her getting off with guys turned on by perceptions of an even more personally secretive kind.
Danny struck gold when he saw Alice at the supermarket and recognised how much she resembled his Dawn in shape and size and even took her for a junior high school hottie. He thanked God when he found out she wasn't jailbait but a real live and kicking 21 year-old working receptionist little sexpot. Just like his innocent daughter.
To cut a long story short Alice's pledged to help him get Dawn on side for a more liberal relationship in their two-person home getting him to bring her to the same shopping centre cafe where he spilled his beans to her the previous week, humiliated but thankful. He's been told to buy her a sexy pair of black silk thong panties to make her wonder what he's up to and talk her into wearing them for him on this particular day. She's doing it to please him because she knows he's been a dear doting daddy all along and knows he's feeling miserable. Besides no one else knows she's wearing such provocative panties.
She's off to meet Alice wearing them under her cute new black and white spotted miniskirt, a matching sleeveless top that falls to just above her navel for a bare midriff look and secured over the shoulders by thin black straps. Her teen-look outfit is complemented by her short bobby socks and pink joggers.
Dawn's fallen for the trap of dressing for the age she looks rather than something more sophisticated, but young habits die hard and some of her habits make Danny hard. She stands an inch shorter than tiny Alice with brown hair that spills several inches past her shoulders. Like Alice she doesn't wear a bra because she doesn't need one.
Danny and Dawn are about to arrive at the shopping centre where Alice is waiting sportingly in ankle length pale blue lycra tights without underwear to show off her curvaceous camel toe cleavage all the better between her shapely thighs.
All Danny's told Dawn about Alice is that she works for a doctor but he fibs about her having qualifications in psychology and studying in sexual anatomy. It was her idea for him to tell Dawn that so she can accelerate the seduction process, and she's so confident she's already booked a room at the Daydreamer's Motel.
"I don't mind meeting this woman daddy but I still can't figure out why it's so important and why it must be today," Dawn asks as they get out of his Lexus.
"I tried to tell you honey but you were watching that dopey soapie on the box that I want you to meet this lady as she's a spitting image of you in her looks. Not the face or hair as she's blonde with twin pigtails but just about everywhere else. And you know how you've told me several times you feel cheated by not having a fuller figure or being taller and people mistake you for being much younger and how much it bugs you; well this Alice has been through the same thing that's all.
"What's important I had a talk to her about me being worried about you being so serious and prim and proper and you don't seem to be enjoying life like lots of others chicks your age.
"You know, she works for this doctor; he's very good and Alice she's into psychology and all that stuff about female and male attitudes. It's over my head but it might help you."
"What's she like though, to talk to I mean, you know I'm very shy daddy and being put on the spot makes me a bit nervous."
"Alice, she's a crackerjack kid just like you only she doesn't go as far as joining her church choir like you. Yeah, but with her work and her studies she understands what makes men tick. This is what you don't know anything about. That's why I'm worried about you kid."
"Don't be a silly old man daddy, you know I love you dearly," Dawn says taking his hand just as he spots Alice through the throng of people walking through the mall. She's sitting at the same seat at the alfresco cafe so he hopes she keeps her voice a lot lower level this time.
Alice stands up to meet them and to Dawn's surprise, gives him a light kiss on the lips. "It's lovely to meet you too, Dawn, she gestures, leaning across with one hand touching his daughter on the side of the face and giving her a slightly more impressionable soft kiss on the lips. It's subtle and looks a normal greeting but it's enough to send a little tremor up Dawn's spine. No man, let alone a woman, has ever kissed her even gently on the lips.
They sit and Danny orders coffee and sandwiches. What Alice doesn't know and even Danny doesn't know amazing as it seems, Dawn's one of those uncommon females that's leading up to sex here without knowing it, yet she's pre-orgasmic – she's never brought herself to self-induced orgasm. Some chicks deeply religious are like that, believing that good girls don't touch themselves. On the occasions she started to do it, her guilt complex stopped her from going on with it. Talk about mind over matter.
They eat and sip coffee for half an hour talking small talk until Alice senses the chance comes up to open the discussion to where she wants to manoeuvre the conversation.
"Oh on that point Dawn," Alice asks, "I take it you don't have a boyfriend?"
"Oh no, I don't go out with any boys."
"At your age isn't that a bit unusual?"
"Well I just don't have the confidence I guess because I'm so small that after church it's always older men coming up to talk to me, but no one my own age group. Daddy thinks I'm putting them off by being in the choir, you know, like the street corner tambourine girl in the Salvation Army band, they know you're especially dedicated to the church and not out for a good time."
"Yes I can see that and you're tiny just like me that's why Danny wanted us to meet. I used to worry about the same things as you do now, I'd look in the mirror and see a girl's body, not a woman's body and I thought that's a turn-off for men so I didn't try to mix and try to match it with the other chicks my age at high school.
