1. Victor Porter #3
I asked even though I had hacked into my brother Hollis’ gym security and kept an eye on what she’d done.
Jesus, she made it impossible for me to focus on anything else.
Even when I knew she was just a wall away, resting or watching TV, it wasn’t enough for me to be able to give anything my complete focus like I used to.
“A yoga class,” she shared and smiled so brightly, her pretty, blue eyes sparkled. “It was good.” She bit down on her bottom lip before leaning forward. “Wanna see what I learned today?”
DaddyV: You know I would love to.
She read my message and stood.
Looking over her shoulder, Lucy pushed the chair away and stretched.
Without that oversized tee, I got a front row seat to admire the gorgeous curves of her incredible body.
She was fucking perfect, and all I wanted to do was get my hands on her.
Her creamy peaches-and-cream skin looked silky smooth, and my mouth watered to lick and explore every sweet inch of her.
“It’s kinda warm in my apartment today,” she said; I could tell by the sweat that started to form at her hairline. Her pink-painted fingernails lightly ran over her chest. Her creamy skin was flushed pink with excitement and clear arousal.
DaddyV: No AC?
I asked.
“It’s being funky.” Funky. I frowned, but before I could think twice about it, she walked over to the bed and kneeled on the mattress. The bed dipped under her weight, and when she looked right into the camera, it felt like she could see me.
“Hi, Daddy”. She smiled and bit her bottom lip.
I still couldn’t believe she was into this. With me and only me.
Sure, I’d explored here and there with the women I’d semi-dated in my twenties, but I’d learned early on what I liked and didn’t like in and out of the bedroom.
The daddy/little girl dynamic had always been something I’d wanted to indulge in but had never felt right about exploring with anyone else. Until her.
After Lucy and I chatted three times, the subject had popped up about kinks. She’d shared openly and honestly, and so had I. I’d found out we were into a lot of the same things. And lucky me, it included the daddy/baby girl play.
“Do you mind if I get a little more… comfortable?” she asked but didn’t wait for me to type a response.
She didn’t need to. Lucy knew how much I loved to see her body.
I watched her shimmy off the edge of the bed and turn around, pulling her yoga pants down. She glanced at me, and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I undid the button of my pants and pulled my cock free.
Watching her ass jiggle out of the tight confines of her leggings made me bite down on my fist. I pulled it away from between my lips and spit on my palm when she was in nothing but the cutest little pink thong slipping between her cheeks that somehow matched her fitness outfit perfectly.
DaddyV: Matching for me, Sunny girl?
I typed, popping in my headphones to prevent her from hearing herself through the thin walls between our apartments. Her giggles played like a symphony in my ears.
“Just for you,” she said, skimming the tips of her fingernails down the straps of her sports bra. She pulled one and then the next, giving me a clear view of her bare shoulders, before unzipping the sports bra in the front, letting the material fall around her feet.
Daddy: That better, baby?
“So much better, Daddy.” She moaned, cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples just like I knew she liked.
Just like I’d learned over the last couple of weeks after watching her.
“I’m a little sweaty,” she said. “The AC isn’t working, but I have a feeling it’s going to get hotter in here before it gets any bette,. ” She teased, crawling into her bed.
It wasn’t even the room she cammed from but her own personal space.
Two weeks ago, she’d changed the space where we video chatted or messaged from, and I knew the time for me to make my move was getting closer. Sharing her space, her real bedroom, was a huge move.
I knew firsthand she’d never done that before with anyone else.
Our time was coming.
It was so close I could taste it.
Halloween. Her favorite holiday felt like the perfect date for us to start. A night full of tricks and treats, because nothing was too good for my girl.
She settled into the middle of her bed, the soft plush pillows set behind her, before she pulled her hair free from the messy high ponytail.
It cascaded like a waterfall onto her pillows before she bent her knees, spreading her thick thighs for me.
Even from the distance of the camera she’d set up just for me, I could see the wet spot waiting for me.
My hand wrapped around my length, and I gripped it firmly, trying to take the edge off. I refused to come like some kind of one-pump chump after two full days of not seeing her like this, with her watching the camera, looking into it like she was desperately trying to figure me out.
I was going to make it last.
I wanted to make her come at least three times before I came all over my hand.
I needed to make it count because our time was only a week away.