Chapter Eight:
Alison threw her arms around Alan as soon as he slammed the hotel door behind him. There were very few preliminaries. Both of them were hot and ready – and very, very wet.
They tore off each other's clothing –including Alan's panties - until they stood hot and panting and facing each other wearing only their diapers. The sodden infantile garments were the only things between them and passionate sex.
Alan pushed his lover onto the bed and pounced on her breasts, sucking furiously. His passion grew strongly and he felt small hands tug at his plastic pants and quickly pull them down. Those same hands fumbled with his two diaper pins and finally released them. The dripping cloth diaper fell away and Alan's hardness was revealed.
Taking charge, Alison pushed him to the other side of the bed and quickly took his erect cock into her mouth and sucked deeply. Alan's head spun as her fabulous sucking action engulfed his penis. He was oblivious to all but the sensations filling his body.
Alison ripped off her own drenched disposable diaper and in one quick movement straddled her lover and dropped down his onto his cock. His penis rode her canal all the way to the end and she sat, filled with throbbing cock.
The sex was hard and fast. It was animalistic and drenched in passion. Only thirty minutes later Alan groaned loudly as his semen blasted deep into her pussy followed shortly by a squeal of delight as Alison rode her own skyrocket to pleasure.
It rarely got any better than that – and they both knew it.
"That was incredible," she huffed, still catching her breath. "You know you are spoiling me for home now, don't you?"
"I didn't mean to..."
"It's okay, big boy," she interrupted. "I know what I'm getting into. The sex is great and I hope once you find your place inside Melissa you will remember your poor sexless diapered friend once in awhile!"
"You're really confident that will happen, aren't you!"
Alison rolled over in bed and put her head on his sweaty chest. "After I meet her I'll let you know, but from what you've said so far, I think it is very, very likely."
"I'll never forget you, you know that!"
"Yeah, yeah! That's what they all say," she replied with a giggle. "Once you are up to your balls in your daughter, I doubt you'll remember I even existed!"
She stepped out of bed and held up a short skirt. "I think I'll wear this tonight. What do you say?"
"Looks fine to me."
"Will just cover my diaper..."
"You're wearing a diaper tonight? You can't. She'll –"
"She'll what?" she interrupted. "She might see I'm in a diaper? Only if I bend over and so what if she does?"
"She might suspect something!"
"Only if you say the wrong thing, silly. Will you be wearing a diaper?"
"No, I thought that might be a bit dumb since you're just a business colleague," he replied with a grin.
"Good and do you know if she is going to wear one?"
"I'm not sure actually. I know she's worn one to work today so she can relax more."
Alison sat down next to him on the bed still stark naked and held his hand. "You're a good dad you know that? You've helped her find some confidence that she hasn't had for probably a long time. No matter what happens from here in, remember that. You are a good dad. But at the moment you are a smelly one! Hit the showers big boy and I'll come in and join you!"
***
Alan's culinary skills were very limited but he did do a mean pepper steak with vegies. Melissa tried to help but her kitchen skills were even poorer and she was relegated to setting the table and peeling a few potatoes.
Melissa spoke excitedly about her day at work. It was the same humdrum job but now that she had gone back to diapers she could actually get through it confidently. She told Alan repeatedly about how much better she felt and also how her mother had refused to let her use them during the day despite her difficulties. Alan's anger towards his ex-wife turned up another notch. It wasn't just about what she had done to him but also what she had done to their daughter. She had treated Melissa's disability as if it was her own personal cross to carry. Knowing her as he did, Alan suspected that she blamed Melissa for somehow demeaning her own life.
I really hate that woman!
Even as he thought those words he felt release flood over him and he gave a short involuntary smile.
Life is going to be much better now!
When Alison finally arrived, he introduced her to his daughter as a business colleague in town for a few days. Alan smirked privately when she spoke to Melissa about her family and how much she was missing them. To Alan, who knew the truth, it seemed like such torturous and obvious lies he almost cringed. But Alison, who knew the ways of women, laid out an explanation for her presence that was so perfect that Melissa never knew any different. She was no threat to her. She was not her father's secret lover, merely a business friend who was lonely and wanted a meal with someone else besides a hotel TV set.
One thing kept Alan on his toes. Alison was diapered.
It was a discreet disposable one but he knew that mere inches away from the bottom hem of her skirt lay a secret. She hadn't said as much but Alan knew that she somehow planned to reveal it to Melissa. He wasn't as concerned as he expected though. So far everything she had suggested had gone well and to plan – more or less. He didn't expect anything different tonight. For the first time in many years he trusted a woman – and with a secret that was terribly important and risky.
He watched them keenly.
It took only minutes for the two of them to connect. Separated by over twenty years in age they shared fashion interests, particularly shoes; they discussed current affairs, TV shows and talked so easily that an outsider would think they were long lost friends.
Or mother and daughter. He thought sullenly. I wish.
The meal was one of his better ones and he was proud of it but he was still waiting for the moment of revelation. He knew it would come but when it finally occurred, he was unprepared. Alison 'accidentally' dropped her spoon on the floor and bent awkwardly to the side to retrieve it. In doing so, her skirt rode up high and Melissa glimpsed the white disposable diaper she was wearing, covered only in a skimpy thong. Alan pretended not to see and tried to continue the conversation as naturally as possible. But his daughter had seen and she went quiet for a few seconds before she too picked up the conversation once more.
As soon as dessert was over Alison announced she was cleaning up and as if it were some kind of secret women's sign, Melissa stood to help her and they shuffled Alan off to the lounge room to relax.
"I'm glad you came over tonight, Alison," said Melissa, as she began scraping the plates clean. "You're nice and we don't get much in the way of female company around here!"
"Dad's not dating much, I gather?"
"Not at all, as far as I know."
"I'm married, Melissa. Remember?"
"Oh, sorry!" she stammered. "I didn't mean that!"
"I know you didn't, dear. Just forget about it. I understand."
The pair were quiet for a few minutes as Melissa tried to think of a way to ask her question. Alison knew what was coming but didn't help her.
"You know when you dropped your spoon at the table?"
"Yes, what about it?"
"I saw you were wearing a diaper."
Alison turned her head away in mock embarrassment. "I'm sorry about that dear, I should have been more careful."
