Daddy's Girl - Sex Stories

Daddy's Girl

... right at 6:00 promptly, there was a knock on the door to my apartment. I answered the door and Mark stood on the front stoop dressed in a very smart black Armani suit, slacks, and white shirt with tie. "Wow! You look incredible!" he said, looking me up and down. "Thank you. I didn't know what the dress for tonight would be... I'm glad to see I'm not overdressed. You look very handsome too," I said. "Well this is supposed to be a very nice restaurant but I don't know it's dress code either so if we are overdressed, at least we will both be overdressed!" he quipped. He offered me his arm and we walked to his car together. He seated me in the passenger seat of his Cadillac CTS and then went around to get in himself. We drove for a little while to get to the restaurant and as we drove, I marveled at the interior of the car. I had never been in anything so nice, and as my fingers ran over the butter-soft leather of the dash and felt the seat under my legs, I thought to myself that Mark must be making a pretty good living. He must have noticed my admiration of his car too. "It's a pretty nice car," he said. I looked at him and smiled. "Yes it is very nice," I said. "Well this is my show-off car. I use it when I have to schmooze a potential customer... or a date!" he said, winking at me. I blushed as he continued, "Usually you can find me driving around in my truck - that's the vehicle I do most of my work in - either at the worksite or running to get parts or supplies." "I see," ...

... I said. We drove a few more minutes before reaching the restaurant. Mark parked the car and got out, coming around to help me out of the car. Then we went inside. "We have a reservation - Castle, table for two," Mark told the maitre d' when we got in the restaurant. "Very good. Please follow me," he said, and he took us to a quiet corner table by the fireplace. He lit a candle in the center of the table and then left us to talk. "So it's Mark Castle then?" I asked "You are not only the boss, but the owner of your construction company?" "Yes. It started out as my father's company and I worked for him but after he passed away a couple years ago, I took over and have been running it ever since," Mark said. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said, "My last name is Andrews. Rebecca Andrews." "That's a very pretty name. But if it's okay with you, I'd like to continue calling you Rebecca. It sounds much more sophisticated than just calling you Becky," Mark said. I thought it was a nice compliment so I agreed... of course he could have called me dog biscuit and it would have been all right with me! We talked for awhile and Mark asked me what I would like before the waiter came. When the waiter did come to take our order, Mark ordered for both of us - a little touch I found to be quite attractive and sexy! Once Mark had placed our order for our meals and drinks, I excused myself to go to the restroom. Once more, Mark's class and gentlemanliness appeared as when I got up to leave, he also raised up. ...