Papa and Megan-The Conclusion

The next morning, when I arrived back to work, I was met with some upsetting news. It seemed that my last project that I completed two weeks ago, the client was having some problems implementing the protocols that I laid out for him and he had requested my presents to walk him through them. That meant that I had to fly out to Los Angeles as soon as possible. He paid big bucks to our company to produce these protocols, so my boss wanted me there to assist him in any way I could, “No matter how long it takes.”

The kids were leaving in a week and a half, so I had to make it quick. When I told them, it was tears and anguish all around. “I’m sorry, I have to go.” There was no other choice. I took Megan aside and warned her, “You know you are not safe any longer. I don’t think you and Bobby should have intercourse any more until after your next period.”

“I know Papa. That goes for you too,” she said with a sly grin on her face.

“Well, I have a real vivid imagination, you know,” I teased back.

“Oh, believe me, I know,” she said laughing.

“Well, we’ll just have to see when I get back.”

“Hurry home, Papa,” she said, burying her face into my chest.

“See ya soon, Honey,” I said to Marty, giving her a hug and kiss. “Don’t do anything I will regret not being here for.”

“Hurry home,” is all she could say.

“Take care, Champ,” I said to Bobby. “You are the only man of the house, now, you lucky dog. With these two vixens around, the only advice I can give you is to pace yourself, Boy.”

He grinned and gave me a big hug, and then I waved to them all, picked up my bags and went to the waiting taxi.

When I arrived in Los Angeles and went to the client’s office, I discovered that some changes had been made to the applications of the protocols I had written and therefore, I had to re-write several and make minor changes to most of the rest. I could have made the re-writes and changes from home, but my boss decided that since I was out there anyway, I could just do the necessary changes and oversee their implementation. So I complied with my orders and stayed put, for eight days.

I would call home every night to check in with Marty and the grandkids. I would hear who did what to whom and how it felt. After hearing all of the details every night, I had to get relief, so I met up with Rosy Palm and blew my wad into a Kleenex. By the end of the week, I was never so happy to get on an airplane once again and go home to my family.

My heart was pounding as I turned the corner of our street. I could barely thank the taxi driver as I gave him way too much for a tip and hurried towards the house with my bag in tow. As I fumbled with the keys to the front door, it opened magically and I stepped through. It was Megan, standing demurely, holding the door open for me. I closed the door behind me, dropped my bags and reached for her with a savage lust. After I crushed her against me chest, I stood back and feasted my eyes upon her. The thought of this moment had kept me going during the past week in LA and now I wanted to cherish it.

My gosh, she was beautiful. Her long blond hair flowing over her shoulders, and what was she wearing? My heavens, she must have gone shopping, because I had never seen this outfit on her before. It was a sundress, a white silky thing, with pale pastel flowers in the fabric. It clung to her little body as it molded around her curves. It had thin tie straps holding up the bodice and the fabric was so thin, that you could make out her nipples protruding through the front. The dress was thin enough that you could almost make out the shape of her legs as she walked before me carrying my suitcase.

“Where’s Gramma and Bobby?” I inquired.

“I played “Paper, scissors, rock” with her to see who would greet you alone, for about two hours, all by myself. Guess who won?” she answered, very proudly.

“Oh,.are you the prize?”

“Only if you want me to be,” she said teasingly. “Now, go in and take a shower and get all of LA grit off of you. I’ll make you a drink.” She was being assertive, like she knew what she wanted and was not going to take no for an answer. So I did what I was told and headed for the bedroom.

When I came out of the shower, there beside the towel was a pair of clean gym shorts and that was all. Under the shorts was a handwritten note that said, “Come out in just these shorts and be prepared to be pleasured by me for a change.” What did that mean, “…be pleasured by me for a change”. She always gave me so much pleasure. I didn’t understand, but slipped on the shorts and went out to the family room, following her instructions. A JD on rocks was sitting on the table by the overstuffed chair. I looked around but didn’t see Megan. “Hey Sweetheart, reporting as ordered,” I said rather loudly. She stepped out of the kitchen just then and walked slowly towards me. The look in her eye was one of seduction.

As I stood there, she came up to me, right in front, looked up into my eyes and slowly placed her hands on my chest. Then, just as slowly, she kissed my chest and started running her tongue down my chest to my belly button. As she reached the top of my shorts, she again looked up into my eyes and dropped her hands down to my thighs. I instinctively reach for her head with both of my hands. She stopped me, with the command, “Don’t! Move your hands to your side. I don’t want you to do anything. All I want for you to do is just enjoy, don’t move, just enjoy.”

“Wow,” I thought. She is being assertive. But I complied with her command and lowered by hands to my side. Then I felt her hands slide up both of my thighs until they reached their intended target. I stuttered at the feeling of anticipation, stimulation and sheer excitement as her tender little hands found my cock, my balls and two fists full of pubic hair. I sucked in a breath through my clinched teeth and my knees started to buckle. Her eyes never left mine until she looked directly at my swelling cock just inches in front of her face. Then tenderly, she put both hands around it, pulled it forward a little until it was tenting my shorts and gently kissed the head of it. Again I shuttered, so she instructed me to sit down in the chair and take a drink. I gladly complied and as I returned the glass to the table, she scooted over on her knees and placed her elbows on each of my thighs with her being deep between my opened legs. My hands went limp again at my sides as she looked lovingly into my eyes. Without taking her eyes off of mine, she ran her hands up my shorts once again and started massaging my crotch.

“Slide down a little,” she commanded. As I did what I was told, she extended her reach under my shorts up to the waistline and protruded her fingers out the elastic onto my stomach muscles. She dug in her finger- nails, just a little and raked then back down over my abdomen back to my crotch. A gasp escaped my mouth at this unexpected sensation. Then her thumbs went under my legs and probed my crack. Again, an involuntary gasp came out of my lips as I closed my eyes. Her hands went up to my tummy again and proceeded to rake down to my crotch as before, but this time she pulled my cock out of the leg opening and stroked its full length.