A Constant Reminder Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

A Constant Reminder Pt. 01

... like her mother.

"Everything okay, Dad?" Millie asked.

"Yes, yes everything is okay." Paul stuttered. "You look beautiful, just like your mother was."

Millie smiled before she kissed her Dad on the cheek. "Shall we go?" Millie asked, holding Paul's arm.

Paul had booked a taxi so they could both drink, he noticed the driver keep glancing at Millie in the rear view mirror. When he opened the door to the restaurant Millie got a lot of admiring looks from other customers, men and women. Paul didn't know what to say when the maitre d showed him and his wife to their table, Millie giggled and smiled at her Dad.

Millie quietly teased Paul about the maitre d's mistake. "It goes to show what a handsome man you are, Dad."

"I bet most of the other customers look at you and think I am robbing the cradle."

"Rubbish. You're a good looking man, I for one am proud to be seen with you." Millie replied, placing her hand on Paul's.

The food and service was excellent, Paul thought he may well visit this restaurant again. At the rear of the building there was a small dance floor, Millie suggested they dance. She waited for a slow number before dragging Paul out onto the floor.

As they danced slowly and close together, Paul noticed the looks from other customers. Many of the men were clearly staring at Millie, a few of them got elbow nudged by their partners.

Millie loved being close to her Dad. The next song was another slow number, she rested her head on Paul's ...

... chest as they swayed gently to the music. When the tempo picked up Millie suggested they sit down, she wasn't one for throwing herself around on the dance floor. After several drinks and some more slow dances, Paul suggested they should leave. He paid the bill, leaving the staff a generous tip.

"Thank you, Sir and Madam. We hope you will return again sometime with your lovely wife."

"We will most certainly be returning." Millie replied, before taking Paul's arm as they left.

Millie raised her hand to hail a taxi, the driver practically screeched to a halt. He watched the mirror as Paul and Millie sat down, Millie cuddled into Paul for the journey home. Paul paid the driver, in return he smiled and bid Paul a good evening.

"Thank you for a lovely evening, Dad. Now you sit down while I get us both a drink." Millie kicked off her heels and went to the kitchen. She returned with a glass of red wine for herself, a large glass of scotch for her Dad. They sat and talked about the evening, Millie gently teased Paul about people thinking she was his wife. She thought Paul might get upset, after all, in his eyes Vanessa was irreplaceable.

Millie poured her Dad another glass of scotch, for the first time in ages he seemed to be enjoying himself. Just after midnight Paul stifled a yawn, he wasn't drunk, but well on the way. Millie helped him upstairs, she explained she would clean up in the morning. Paul sat on the bed to undo his shirt, he was struggling with the buttons. ...