Daddy's reawakening - Chap 5 - Sex Stories

Daddy's reawakening - Chap 5

Chapter 5 - Sealing the Deal An hour later I was in a large office building, sitting patiently in a waiting room. The six chairs in the room were all way more expensive than anything I ever had in my own home, and there was a small chandelier above me. Two flat screen tvs were mounted on the wall, one showing the golf channel and the other CNN. There was an array of magazines on side tables next to all the chairs, and big table against the wall with coffee, bagels, and donuts. I looked through the instructions that my boss sent me again, making sure that I had all the details memorized. I had remembered to text Sophia on the way here, asking her to please stay with Julia until I got home, which shouldn’t be too late. She had happily accepted, she really seemed to love babysitting my daughter. They were really good together, and I was happy that she had an older woman in her life, since her mom had left so many years ago. After some time a tall redhead with thick black framed glasses, a long gray skirt that went a couple inches below her knees, and a green button up shirt stepped through a door in the room and motioned for me to follow her. I tried to break the ice, “I’m excited to meet Mr. O’Connor.” “Excuse me?” she stopped and turned in my direction, one eye brow raised in a very confused look. “Shannon O’Connor, the gentleman I am supposed to be meeting.” I was now as confused as she appeared. She immediately let out a belly laugh, putting her hand on the wall to hold her ...

... up. I just stood there even more confused. “Did I say something?” I asked mousily. She laughed a little more and replied, “I’m Shannon O’Connor.” She smiled a big grin at me. I felt like such a fool. Had I already blown it? “Oh my! I’m so sorry. I just assumed that you were a he, I mean that Shannon was a guy. You see I had a friend in college named Shan--” She chuckled a little more, “It’s fine really. I have a cousin named Ryan, and people always assume she’s going to be a man. Its those androgynous Irish names.” She straightened herself out and continued back down the hall, motioning for me to follow. I felt like I was walking behind her like a sad Charlie Brown, eyes to the ground. That’s when I really noticed her ass. Even with that thick skirt material it was pushing through, it looked like quite the handful. We went into her office, it was impressively spacious. We both sat down, her behind her desk, and she relieved the tension a little, “You know, usually men get to know me first before asking to meet my father.” Maybe it was the blood rushing out of my head and to my hardening cock, but it went right over my head. “You’re father?” “Mr. O’Connor.” “Oh, wouldn’t that be your husband…?” I don’t know why I said it, it just kind of slipped out of my mouth. I instantly regretted it. “I’m not married, so Mr. O’Connor is my father.” “Boy I’m really failing this test huh?” I quipped leaning back in my chair trying to play it off both cool and self-deprecating. Then she she ...