Slowly Seducing Becca

Becca was nervous about her first date. She had recently turned 14 and she lived with her Dad. One of the gifts she had asked for on her birthday, was to have her Daddy take her out on a pretend date, and do things that a boy might want to do when they were together. At first, her Dad was hesitant, but after she promised to never say a word to anyone, he reluctantly agreed. Let’s join them now as their pretend date begins. They had just stopped off at Baskin Robbins for an ice cream cone. In this role-play . . . she wanted to be picked up on her way home from school.

“Do you live around here?” she asked suddenly.

“Yeah, Washington Avenue.”

“Really? So do I. Number 16596.”

“Oh, I know that house. Cream stucco, green window shutters . . . right?”

“Yeah, that’s the one,” she said smiling broadly, as she looked at her Daddy as if he were a cute guy she had just met.

“I’m about 300 yards further up the hill, 18433. I can give you a ride back if you like.”

“I’d like that.”

So, Becca, how old are you? Fourteen, fifteen?”

She giggled. “Fourteen. In fact, my birthday was last Thursday.”

“Well . . . Happy Birthday! I apologize for thinking you were older. I know girls are particular about their age.” I always loved her giggle, sweet and sexy. God, that little blush was even hotter. Although I had not done it in years, I thought to myself, I’d like to hold her small face and kiss her, and comb my fingers right through her gorgeous blonde curls.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

“You shouldn’t. You’re so pretty you are going to be getting many compliments from everyone you meet. And I bet half of them will think you’re way too mature to only be fourteen.”

“I’m pretty?”

“Damn right you are” I replied with a grin. “Pretty is probably the wrong word though. Too childish. More like gorgeous, I think. You’re a lovely girl.”

Her blush intensified, a rosy red on her cheeks. I wanted her . . . just the way I am sure this guy that would be taking her out would want her. The way she shyly looked down was so sexy, so innocently sexy which made her even more attractive.

“So can I give you a lift?” I asked as she finished her ice cream, licking the back of her spoon . . . her sexy tongue curling. I had a sudden . . . very strong vision of that tongue licking my stiff cock.

“Sure. It’s hot today.”

“Come on then.” I reached for her delicate hand, thrilled at how hesitantly she took it after a slight pause.

“Is that your car?” Becca asked, looking at my restored ’67 GTO. “Cool.”

“Nice, huh? Hop in.”

We drove with the windows down. Becca looked even more petite on the bench seat next to me. “So, want to see the view? It’s spectacular.”

With a speculative look at me she agreed. “Okay. Is it far? I have to be home by five. My Dad’s coming home then.”

Looking at my watch . . . 2:30, hmm, plenty of time to enjoy her company. “No problem. Before five it is,” I said with a smile.

As I parked on top of a secluded turnoff, at the end of a small rutted lane that lead through a small thicket of trees, we faced a magnificent view of the valley. “So, come on,” I said getting out. “Isn’t this amazing?”

She grinned. “It’s incredible. Look how small the cars look down there!” Her voice was animated as she pointed out different things that caught her attention.

Sitting, I invited her to join me. “Here. Come sit on my lap, Becca. Don’t want to get that skirt all dirty on that bench.”

After a short hesitation, she sat on my lap, petite, light, and the slight color in her cheeks made her amazingly cute. Without subterfuge or sneaking, I wrapped my arms around her slim waist, her back to me, and her small firm buttocks in my groin. Leaning forward I inhaled the aroma of this girl, soft, sexy, fragrant shampoo. “You smell good, Becca ” I said softly, almost a murmur, hugging her just a little tighter.

“Thanks,” she replied, quietly, shyly.

“You’ve got such beautiful hair. I bet your friends are jealous.”

“Not really.”

Using my fingers, I combed my hand through her soft, silky blonde curls. “It’s fine, but thick. Very unusual. Most girls have thin hair. Is it natural?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Beautiful,” I murmured, inhaling her sexy aroma again. I started caressing her stomach gently as my other hand played with her hair, brushing it aside to expose her slim neck and dainty ear. Leaning in, I kissed her neck gently. “Sorry. Just couldn’t resist. You’ve got a sexy neck.”

She moved on my lap, a small wiggle. My cock thickened. “Would you believe me if I told you . . . you are one of the prettiest girls I’ve met?” I asked softly, kissing her neck gently, soft silky skin against my lips, little girl aroma making my head spin, and my erect cock lengthen in my pants.

“No . . . I’m not,” she said softly, sighing, head bending slightly to expose more of her neck.

At that moment . . . a charge went through me when, caressing her tummy, the thumb of my hand briefly touched the bottom of her bra. “Becca. You’re very pretty,” I murmured, kissing her softly just below her dainty ear.

She leaned back into me, her hand resting over mine, fingers slipping between mine as I felt her flat stomach . . . my thumb touched her bra again on each stroke. “Pretty ear studs. Are they white gold?”

“Mm-hmm,” she said with a smile.

Her hand over mine wasn’t stopping me or directing me, just resting, her fingers in between mine. Kissing her slim neck again, I let my thumb slide part way up the slope of her petite breast and back. I felt a slight shudder in her body. It was exciting to feel what was turning her on.

“Beautiful, simply beautiful,” I whispered. Using my other hand, I caressed her side, moving up and down from her slightly flared hips to her chest. Slowly I lengthened the movement until the tips of my fingers felt the side of her small breast . . . kissing her sweet neck when they did.

She twitched slightly but said nothing. “Becca? Do you think I could give you a kiss?” I asked.

She turned her sweet, pretty face, towards me with her blue eyes wide.