Meeting James - Chapter Two - Sex Stories

Meeting James - Chapter Two

... from being put over my father’s knee. He took a deep breath and I could see he was trying to calm himself down before he spoke. “I turned forty-eight last month Melanie and you are nineteen. How do you think people are going to react when they see us together in public? The naïve ones are going to think you are my daughter. But given the nature and reputation of this town, most of them are going to assume the exact same thing as those women at the valet stand.” I looked into his eyes, as his words begun to sink in. He continued, “I refuse to stay in my hotel room the entire time I’m here. I want to experience this city. I want to take you to nice restaurants and see shows and concerts with you.” He paused for a moment, and then continued, “If I can summon the courage, maybe I might even see these clubs that you’ve told me so much about,” a slight smile returning to his face. “My point is: I can’t constantly be worried that you will get into a fight, verbal or otherwise, with every idiot who says something to you, or looks at you, in a way that you don’t like.” I took a few seconds and I contemplated what he had said. I was mature enough to know he was right, but young enough that I didn’t like being called out, even when I was wrong. “I apologize for my inappropriate behavior,” I said meekly, “and it won’t happen again.” “Thank you,” he said, as he pulled back out onto the road. After several minutes, I broke the silence. “Did I tell you yet that this was a nice car?” I ...

... said, smiling at him, in an attempt to lighten the mood. “It’s a rental,” he said, his eyes not leaving the road. “Where are we going?” I asked, as the wind picked up and started to blow my long blonde hair around. “Henderson.” “What’s in Henderson?” I said, trying to keep him talking, because I saw that his mood was improving the more he spoke to me. “The Valley Auto Mall,” he said, as we approached the entrance to the freeway. The Valley Auto Mall was a group of independent car dealerships. One of my friends lived about a mile from it, or I probably wouldn’t have known what it was. “Why are we going there?” I said. “Because my girlfriend isn’t going to drive around in a beat up Honda that’s older than she is,” he said smiling, his mood now returning to normal. I smiled at him radiantly as I realized the reason for our trip and reached over and squeezed his thigh as he quickly accelerated the Mustang to freeway speed. I quickly discovered that car shopping wasn’t as much fun as the commercials made it appear on TV. We looked at almost every car on the lot and nothing caught my eye. Just as we were about to try another dealership across the street, a large SUV came into the site. I put my arm around James and squeezed as I walked towards the car. The salesman who had been trailing us around the lot smiled and said, “You have good taste young lady.” “I pictured you in a little sports car Melanie, is this really what you want?” James said, in apparent disbelief. “It’s the only Land ...