The Photograph

The Photograph – Part 1 of 2

Leanne’s was impressed the first time she saw him: slim, fit, very good looking, very attractive for a man in his late thirties; twenty years her senior, but clearly very much in his prime.

She had always been attracted to older men, and she put this down to her ‘daddy-issues’. She had never known her father.

Her mother had told her the story many times. “It was a brief but very passionate affair. He was fantastic in bed!”

“Ooh Mom! Too much information! I don’t need to know that, thanks!”

“We only lasted a few weeks, not even long enough to tell my parents he existed, never mind introduce them. We split up, and a week later his contracted ended, and he left town without me. A few weeks after that I found out I was pregnant with you and moved back home to live with my parents. Your granddad went ballistic, but my ex had gone, and he never came back.”

Leanne’s mom had been a fantastic mother, and her grandparents had quickly come to terms with the situation and rallied round. They had always been there for them both, and Leanne had been close to them until they had both passed away.

Her Mom had married, and Leanne had taken her stepfather’s surname just before starting school, but the marriage only lasted a few years, and the pair of them had been alone again ever since.

Sadly, her mother had passed away last year, and Leanne was on her own, just starting at university. She was busy making new friends, and settling into her course, but she was lonely. She needed a man in her life. This man that she’d found, she had decided.

She considered herself quite a competent private detective, discovering where he lived and worked. He was an IT consultant and appeared to be both single and unattached. He seemed to have a small group of close friends, which is always a good sign. Nice people have friends.

She watched him walk past her on his way to work, as she sat outside the coffee shop she had chosen precisely because it was on his regular route. She laughed to herself, realising that she would sound more like a stalker than a detective if she confided in any of her new friends.

How to get to meet him was the challenge. He didn’t socialise much, and not anywhere her friends would go with her. She didn’t feel brave enough to just walk up to him and say ‘Hi, fancy going for a coffee?’ either.

In the end, she decided to ‘bump into him’ as he left work one evening, recognising him as someone she had noticed walking passed her favourite coffee shop every morning. Hopefully, he would be receptive to the subtle compliment and start chatting as they ‘just happen to be walking the same way’.

Her timing was impeccable; she literally bumped into him as he stepped into the street from his office block, and he immediately apologised for being so clumsy. His smile melted her heart. She then feigned surprise at recognising him and noticed his cheeks blushed slightly.

He introduced himself as Paul and shook her hand. As they walked along the street together, chatting felt as natural as if they’d been friends for years, and he had a great sense of humour.

When they arrived at his place, he stopped. “This is me,” he said motioning with his head, and smiling at her again. She just caught herself before she blurted out “Yeah, I know.”

Instead, she turned and stood in front of him, grinning up at him all coy and shy, her head tilted, feeling her own cheeks colouring a little now. Would he ask to meet her again? She had to be far too young for him to want to spend any time with her, surely? She waited. He hesitated. She waited longer. This was getting awkward, but she had to hang in there.

“Listen,” he finally said, blushing.

“Yes?” Her eyes were wide with hope. She so wanted to get to know him better.

“I erm… I know a great little Italian place just around the corner. I don’t suppose…”

“Yes! I’d love to!” she almost squealed.

“Oh. Ok. Great.”

They agreed a time later that evening and he turned to go inside. As she walked away, she turned to look back as he did the same. They waved and she hurried on her way, her heart pounding. She’d done it, and it was so easy! He was cool, and she was really looking forward to finding out more about him. She couldn’t believe how good-looking he was.

Arriving back in her room, she flung herself on the bed, laughing. She couldn’t stop thinking about this man she had just met. Paul.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind. She did not expect to feel the way she did about him. Wanting to get to know him had very quickly become falling deeply in love with him. He felt the same way about her, too.

One of his qualities that impressed her was that he was so considerate. He made no attempt to take advantage of her youthful inexperience and rush her into a physical relationship. She wasn’t a virgin, but as a late teenager, twenty years his junior, he might easily have manipulated her. It didn’t even occur to him to try. In fact, they didn’t have full sex together until nearly three months into their relationship.

When it finally happened, he was patient and gentle. His tongue gave her the most powerful orgasm of her life, and when he eased himself inside her he held her close, making love to her slowly, whispering his love for her until his own impending orgasm took over him. He thrust into her more forcefully, his body stiffening, and he gazed deep into her eyes as he came.

They became inseparable, and she moved into his apartment. The sex quickly became more energetic and adventurous. And very frequent. Her favourite position was cowgirl, riding him hard enough and fast enough to make them both cum. He loved to go down on her until she came, before she returned the favour.

They had discussed their age difference and it didn’t matter to them. Although his fitness was never an issue in the bedroom, she would sometimes tease him about how long he could last, being old enough to be her father, after all. That just spurred him on to fuck her harder, and longer.

They weren’t a secret. Their respective friends wound them up about their age gap, but they didn’t mind. Paul knew that his friends were all secretly envious that he had pulled a gorgeous sexy blonde who was half his age, and Leanne’s friends begrudgingly admitted he was hot, even if he was ‘an old man’.

She told Paul that her friends teased her about having sex with a man old enough to be her father and began calling him ‘Dad’ and ‘Daddy’ when they were having sex. It made him laugh, and he admitted it turned him on maybe a little too much when she yelled “Fuck me, Daddy! Cum in your little girl’s pussy!”

He turned it around on her sometimes, telling her “I need my daughter to suck my cock, right now!” and “Swallow Daddy’s spunk, baby!”

Once, as they cuddled in bed after another amazing session, she said “You know I never knew my father, which is apparently the reason why I’m attracted to older men, but imagine if, by some freak coincidence, it turned out you were my dad. How weird would that be?”

They laughed.

“I’m half serious though,” she said. “We love each other so much, and love fucking each other so much. Suppose we found out you really were my dad. A trillion-to-one chance, I know, but would you still carry on fucking me?”

He tried to consider her question seriously but couldn’t help laughing at the absurdity of it. “If I could get over the guilt of having already fucked my own daughter’s brains out god knows how many times, I don’t think I’d ever be able to stop myself doing you again. You’re way too hot.”

She laughed and blushed a little. “Let’s find out, then. Just to put it beyond doubt that you’re not my dad, even though it’s virtually impossible. Let’s do DNA tests.”

“No, it’s a waste of money… unless… we could do the family tree, genetic heritage thing. That might be interesting for us both.”

So, it was agreed, and they got the kits. When the time came to spit their saliva into the little test tubes, Paul noticed than Leanne seemed nervous. “What’s up?”

She shrugged. “Just got this sudden feeling it’s a bad idea after all, and we’d be better off not knowing.”

He snorted. “We come from different parts of the country. It’s impossible. Anyway, it was your idea, so you can’t chicken out now.”

She relented and they sent the kits off for analysis.

When the results came back, they sat at the kitchen table to open their emails together, and Leanne seemed really unsettled again. Paul took her hand and reassured her.

“Are you ready?” he asked. “Three, two one, go!”

They both clicked on their emails and began reading. The silence lasted a full minute before Paul finally breathed “Fuck!”.

Leanne stared at him with fear in her eyes. He rubbed his hands over his face before he spoke. “I don’t understand. How can I possibly be your father?”

It was only after a detailed discussion about Leanne’s mother, her maiden name, and where she had lived when she fell pregnant with Leanne, just before she split from her boyfriend and moved back to her parent’s hometown, that it all made sense to him.

Paul was stunned. He was white with shock, and speechless.

“Leanne was on the verge of tears. “I knew this was a bad idea. What are we going to do? You said you would still want me even if I was your daughter. We love each other, Paul. What should we do?”

“I need time to think,” he said. “I’m going for a walk.”

He was gone all day and didn’t return until late in the evening. Leanne had gone to bed. She always slept naked because they always had sex, but she put a nightshirt and panties by the bed, just in case he objected to getting into bed with his naked daughter.

He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth before he came into the bedroom. The wait was agonising for her. When he appeared in the doorway it was clear he had been crying. Not a good sign, thought Leanne. He had also left on his t-shirt and boxers instead of being naked with a hard-on. Definitely a bad sign.

He got into bed beside her. “Can I cuddle you?” she asked. “Girls can cuddle into their dads, can’t they?”

He nodded and she rolled towards him. He put his arms around her, and she laid her head on his chest. If he was concerned about her nakedness, he didn’t let it show.

“I’m worried sick, Paul. What have you decided?”

“I’m still shocked and confused. I don’t know what to do.”

She kissed his cheek and took a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking all day, too. I have an idea. More of an experiment, really. Can I try it?”

He nodded.

“Don’t do or say anything, okay?”

He nodded again. She rolled on top of him and sat up. He looked at her naked breasts immediately and opened his mouth to speak, but she put a fingertip to his lips and shook her head, to remind him.