Daddy's reawakening - Chap 12 - Sex Stories

Daddy's reawakening - Chap 12

... and since your kitchen is pretty bare…” She made a “got caught” face and got up and stretched. It was so cute the way she got up on her tippy toes and raised her arms to the air - which pulled her negligee up once again letting me drink in that round ass of hers. God I loved it! “OK daddy, I’ll go get nice and clean for you, so maybe later YOU can have the meal YOU deserve.” She winked and walked away. About 40 minutes later we we walking into a diner on the other side of town that served brunch until 2pm. The waitress, a plump girl in her late teens or early twenties greeted us with a very chipper attitude. She was wearing an apron with the diner's name across it over tight fitting black dress pants and a green button-up collared shirt with the top 3 buttons undone, revealing massive cleavage. Her auburn hair was up in a bun and she had a pen in her ear. She showed us to our table , which was right under a stuffed moose head that I wasn’t sure if it was real or not. Shannon was wearing a yellow sun dress and had her beautiful thick red hair up in a ponytail. Her ears were adorned with gold studs, and she wore a tinge of blue eyeshadow. The waitress handed us to menus and turned to leave, but I interrupted her, “Excuse me?” She turned with a jerk, “Yes, I’m sorry?” “Can we have a kids menu please?” The look of befuddlement on her face was priceless. I saw her eyes look over to the door and then back at us. “Oh I’m sorry are you expecting company? I can get you a bigger ...

... table.” “Oh no, its just the two of us.” I stated matter-of-factly. Shannon just smiled at her and twirled her hair. The waitress just turned and walked away, mumbling something under her breath. she returned two minutes later with a kids menu. It was one of those paper menus that if you flipped it over had a picture to color. She said, “Here you go. One KIDS menu…” rolling her eyes. But as she turned to leave again Shannon spoke up, “Umm… Could I have some crayons please?” The waitress didn’t even look back. “Daddy, she’s rude!” Shannon said, flabbergasted at the lack of hospitality. You see, on the drive over here I told Shannon that our role playing would be all day as she agreed, and that the better she played the part the better her reward would be at the end of the night. Clearly she was aiming high. “Why don’t you figure out what it is what you want to eat sugar? They aren’t serving breakfast much longer.” “Ok daddy.” Shannon and I each browsed our respective menus. “Sow-saggie… s-OHs-age..” Shannon was whispering. I looked up and saw her using her finger under the words to help her track where she was reading. “Daddy, what’s this say?” She held up her menu and pointed to a word. “Sausage honey.” “Ohhhh, thanks.” Then she went back to reading. The waitress returned with a pack of 3 crayons, red, blue, and green. “Are you about ready to order?” She asked, with a thick layer of judgement in her voice. “I think we need a couple more minutes. Thanks. “Where’s the yellow?” ...