Although she was a younger woman, she was clearly experienced, and the kind of relationship that developed was never something I had thought about, although truthfully I have always felt older than my years. I would meet women who attracted me but just assume they were too young for me, often they were around my age, but something in me feels older. At the time I met beautiful dark eyes I was 30, she was 10 years younger than me. But she’d seen a glimpse of desire in me, and she was going to press the issue. I was waiting for a sign that this wasn’t right, an indication that whatever I was feeling was a fantasy, a projection, and that reality was waiting for me, but there was no stopping this woman, she was going to have me.
She turned up on a job site, I was running the show, and down-time was spent chatting. Sometimes friends of myself or the crew dropped in and hung out for a bit. And slowly she appeared more and more often. And eventually she turned up one day when there wasn’t anyone else around, after talking a while she siddled up to me and started kissing me on the mouth, just little pecks at first; testing the water. Once we got a taste for each other there was no going back.

Her figure was perfect, a fine line of thin wispy hairs lead from her belly button to her full bush. Her arse was round and just the right amount of soft, and her breast were full and firm. She tried to pretend she didn’t know what she was doing the first time she sucked me off, but there was no hiding the skill of her experienced mouth. Her warm wet tongue undulated under my member, urged my cum, and she would swallow every drop hungrily. We slept together every night and never tired of each others company, there was a mutual love of the pleasure we experienced together. To this day it remains some of the best sex I’ve had in my life.

She liked to wear make-up, and she liked crop tops and pretty pink dresses and tight jeans. Sometimes she’d show up at my workshop with a chuppa chup in her mouth and her breath would be sweet and her kisses sticky. Gradually I became aware that I was playing a role. Men  and boys alike lusted after her and she enjoyed the power of her sexuality. I was so besotted that I didn’t even think to feel jealous, but slowly I became protective. I was becoming a daddy to this coy little sweetheart. I loved every minute of the intense and perverse relationship we had, but it was tinged eventually with the knowledge that a daddy must let go. And so, one day, I did. It was like having my heart torn out, but I pushed her away.

After that she turned up occasionally for hugs and kisses, not often more. Sometimes she smelt of sex and madness. And then I moved away, leaving her to act out her role without me, and moving myself onto other experiences.