Unspoken Pleasure

There was a picture of Christine, too -- also about a decade younger. It was before she went health conscious -- way before she went health crazy -- and she looked so young. So happy. She was standing with the three kids hanging off her like she was a jungle gym. They were in the backyard during some barbecue. Everyone smiling so wide.

James was sitting in a big, ergonomic leather chair behind a large wooden desk. His computer screen glowed bluish over everything. There was a TV on the far wall. A fish tank to the one side. Rows of bookshelves with titles like, "Winning Marketing" and "Leading the Way." He had a corner office, with two windows looking outward to the rolling ocean of parking lot. The other two walls were also glass, frosted, and James could easily make out the shadows of his co-workers walking past.

In other words, there were plenty of things for him to be looking at -- some of which he was actually being paid to do -- but he kept glancing at the pictures of his kids. His family. Going back to work, James had anticipated that he'd feel weird at first. He imagined he might struggle with some of the old urges, especially as he was exposed to some of his younger, cuter colleagues. But it never occurred to him how much he would miss his family.

James was used to the traditional father role, the one his own Dad had brought him up with. In his world, the family patriarch went to work, came home late, and woke up early. Things like emotional availability, that's what Mom was for. But then the kids had gotten older and started to move away. James began to worry he'd missed their lives entirely. Like those nightmares where you go to Disney World and forget to go on the rides. Worse, he feared it was already too late to fix it. Then that weekend by the lake had happened and closeness wasn't exactly the issue anymore, was it?

Now, back at work, where his emotions were supposed to be sealed far away, James felt like he was leaking them all over the place. He didn't just miss the sex (OK, he definitely missed the sex), but the comfort of being around the people he loved and who loved him back. The office, by comparison, felt cold and anodyne.

James' phone buzzed and he jumped. He'd been completely lost in his reverie. His assistant's voice came over the speaker. "Your daughter is here to see you," she said. "Molly."

James, already shocked by the noise, nearly fell off his chair. Molly?! His family never visited. Part of his work-life segregation policy. He was always too busy for visitors. Or the kids were too young and wild. It was safer, besides, to keep one place from contaminating the other.

Now, though, all James could feel was excitement at the thought that his darling little girl was right on the other side of the frosted glass. What was she doing there? James couldn't imagine. Actually, he could imagine and that was the problem.

Was his blonde baby girl really there to -- what were the words the kids used these days? -- hook up? That didn't seem like a good idea. Yet, how disappointing would it be if she was there for some other reason? The buck-toothed little girl in the velvet-y dress looked up at him from her picture with a disapproving smile.

His door opened and his assistant stepped inside, pulling the door closed behind her. Melanie was young and blonde. She was only about five feet tall and she had a gymnast's build. She was wearing grey slacks with a matching sport coat over a purple dress shirt. She was young, and in trying to look professional she actually made herself appear even younger. Like a kid in her mother's clothes. The power suit sapped away whatever strength she might have had. A simple blouse and a skirt would have been fine, but James had no way to tell the poor girl that without it being inappropriate.

"I'm looking over your schedule," Melanie said, staring down at her company-issued phone as she walked up to James' desk. "You've got that finance thing in fifteen, but I can probably move it to later this afternoon. I'm sorry, if I'd known Molly was coming, I'd have already cleared..."

"It's fine, Melanie," James said, careful to say her name slowly, hoping it would help her stay calm. The poor girl -- and she really appeared girl-ish in that moment -- was already flustered. Her blonde hair seemed to be escaping out of her very professional bun by the second. "I wasn't expecting Molly either."

"I'm really sorry," Melanie said. James realized she was looking at her phone screen because she was too afraid to look at her boss. Was he truly such an imposing, old ogre? The fact that Melanie was young and cute (and probably smoking hot under all those layers of clothing) didn't make James feel any better about himself. "I'll do a better job of making sure your schedule is more flexible in the future."

"Melanie." James said it more firmly. He waited till she finally looked directly at him. Her eyes were sad and small. "It's. Fine. You're not expected to be psychic. Don't move the meeting, we've been trying to get everyone together for weeks. I'll say a quick 'hello' to my daughter and we'll move on with the day, OK?"

Melanie nodded. She took a deep breath, like gathering herself back together. He knew his assistent was smart when she wasn't freaking herself out all the time. First jobs were always hard. He remembered his: eighteen years old, wife pregnant with their first. It felt like he would never move from that place. Then suddenly here he was in this big office with some kid too terrified to look at him. It might as well have been magic. Sometimes James wished he could change it all back.

"I'll go get your daughter," Melanie said and scurried back outside the office. James smoothed his shirt. Checked himself in the reflection of the computer screen. God, I'm acting like a nervous teenager.

The door opened and a boundless, bountiful teenager bounced into his office. "Hi Daddy!" Molly exclaimed. She was wearing a plaid skirt and a white dress shirt that, honestly, could barely contain her incredible body. She looked like she was wearing a slutty schoolgirl Halloween costume. My God.

Molly ran around the desk and wrapped her arms around her father, tight. He could feel her prodigious chest on his shoulder. Molly had been in the room for less than a minute and she was already getting him hot in a way he knew he couldn't be at work.

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"It's good to see you, Molly," James said, "I'm surprised to see you."

"Sorry," Molly said, not sounding at all sorry, "I was just at home and lonely by myself and I thought, you know I bet my Daddy is all lonely by himself, too."

Melanie left the two of them alone, shutting the door behind her. James wished he could ask her to lock it, but he didn't know how he could frame that request. He looked up at his daughter. His heart pounded at his ribs like a prisoner trying to escape.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Molly leaned forward and kissed him right on the lips. She rolled his chair back and swung herself over James' legs. She gave him a guilty little smile, then kissed him again

"So, I have a meeting in a little bit, but if you're willing to wait, we could have lunch in about an hour or so," James said.

"That's OK, Daddy," Molly said, "I think I'll just grab a snack right here."

Molly sunk down to her knees. She unbuttoned her top, exposing her luscious, larger-than-life breasts, encased in a bright red, lacy bra. Then she opened James' pants.

"I missed you, Daddy," she said, "But I missed this even more."

"Molly," James said. He intended it as a warning, but even to his own ears it sounded encouraging.

What he meant didn't matter to his little girl. She shushed him and reached into his underwear. She pulled out her father's cock, wiggling it in the air triumphantly.

James looked reflexively up at the door. It was still shut tight.

"Don't worry," Molly said, "I'll take good care of him."

James was about to speak again. He was going to make it clear that what his daughter was doing was inappropriate. Then Molly swallowed his dick and he swallowed whatever he'd wanted to say. The words were gone -- poof! -- a lot like the erection that had just disappeared into his daughter's mouth, actually.

Molly did not waste time -- she started sucking with abandon. James sat back and groaned. Let his eyes float shut. Goddamn that girl was amazing.

Molly grunted unhappily. James looked down. The blonde girl seemed upset about something. She reached over and grabbed his hands. She put one on her stupendous chest, the other behind her own head.

God DAMN that girl was amazing.

"That's better," Molly said and went back to working her Daddy's dick. She dragged her tongue along the underside of the shaft, ran her lips up and back. She tasted and tickled. Stroked and teased. The room was filled with wet sloshing noises as James' baby girl milked his cock with abandon.

"God, baby, that feels so good," James said.

"I'm glad, Daddy," Molly said, "Just let me know when you're going to go. I want to make sure I swallow it all."

BEEP!