Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... and do the unbelievably sweet thing and act like a total frat boy all in the same day.

“Daisy?”

“Sorry, no. It’s okay. You didn’t spoil it.”

“Good. Will you join me?”

“Why didn’t you tell us at dinner?”

“I think you’re more receptive to it now that you’ve seen that I deliver on my word.”

She swallowed. There’s something mysterious in the inflection in his tone and the personal way he spoke to her. Again, warning bells went off in her mind. This would be another thing to piss Pete off.

“Okay, I’ll get Pete.”

“Meet me in thirty minutes?”

“Sure. Bye.” She hung up. Daisy stepped out of the water. Her feet landed on the lambskin bath rug, She grabbed the thick terrycloth robe with the embroidered golden shamrock. Wet and nervous, she tiptoed out into the suite.

“Pete?” she whispered, approaching the bed. Pete had climbed under the covers. His mouth gaped in an open snore. She walked over to shake his arm and wake him. Something stopped her. Remembering how angry he’d been the last time they met with Mr. Keane, she held back. If there was a game to win more money, Pete might blow it with his jealousy. She figured it best that she meet with the man and hear the deal. She could soften Pete up for it later. Quickly Daisy dashed to her suitcase and dragged it silently to the bathroom. She needed to hurry. The bubble of excitement had her stomping on clouds.

***

Daisy had no choice but to groom her hair into a ponytail. The bath had left it limp and ...

... frizzy. She did, however, take time to do her face. A little lip-gloss and liner went a long way for her natural beauty. She chose a sundress made from a pattern that she and Jessiemae had swapped. She considered going into design school, but it turned out it required more work than she could imagine committing to. Three years after graduating from high school she hadn’t finished one goal. But for kicks, she made some pretty cute outfits for friends and family.

Her dress had been designed nicely. It had a peasant-girl bodice with a thin sleeve that circled her shoulder instead of rested on it. Indigo-blue, the skirt dropped sweetly off her hips and swirled around her knees when she walked. She used a cotton-silk that she ordered from a fabric store online. It had cost a fortune, even on sale, but it felt good on her skin. Rich. She’d been saving it for a special occasion. Pete knew it. Yet she chose to wear it to meet a stranger in a bar, behind his back. Again, she was pushing it. Daisy squared her shoulders and continued on.

Thank God Pete hadn’t awaken.

He’d be out for the night. She was sure of it. When he slept, the world could be ending, and he still wouldn’t know it. Daisy strolled through the casino alone. The familiar dings and bonks from the machine and the colorful light display of flashing slots weren’t as nerve grating as they had been earlier. Hell, things couldn’t be any better. A top-notch suite, a thousand dollars to head to Port Angeles with, and a ...