Predictably the train was late. The arrivals board said there was a thirty-minute delay, but I knew British Rail well enough not to trust that. I wasn’t going to stand outside on a wet November afternoon, so I crossed the approach road and walked to the posh little Italian coffee shop nearby.
I texted Helen and told her to meet me there. I was looking forward to seeing my daughter. This would be the first time since I drove her down for Freshers Week in September.
An hour later, I was nursing my third coffee and grumpy at the delay when the door squeaked open.
Helen walked in accompanied by a slim, pretty girl. I was about to call out, but Helen spotted me. I was surprised because she hadn’t said she was bringing a friend.
“Hi Dad,” she said as she walked over and hugged me, holding me longer than usual.
She gestured towards the dark-haired girl, who must only be about 5’ tall as Helen towered over her.
“Daddy, I hope it’s okay I brought a friend,” she said. “This is Caroline -”
As Helen spoke, the other girl turned to me, smiled and interrupted.
“Just Caro,” she said. “Only my parents call me Caroline.”
“Pleased to meet you, Caro,” I said, trying not to stare at the pretty teenager. “I’m glad Helen’s making friends.”
Both girls laughed. “Yes, plenty,” they said in unison.
The girls chatted brightly as I drove them home. Nothing of consequence, mostly gossip about their friends, though I did learn that they shared a birthday and were already planning a party for the following May.
“So, what are your plans for the weekend?” I asked my daughter.
“We’re going to try out that new club in town,” Helen replied. “Beyond that, we haven't decided. We’re just going to play it by ear.”
An hour later, I had lugged their bags up to their rooms. Helen was in her childhood bedroom, redecorated but with still a few hints of her early life. I put Caro in the guest room next door. I left them to settle in and headed downstairs where I poured myself a drink and settled in the lounge to read a book.
Helen was the first to reappear, wearing ludicrous heels and a very short black dress, with a plunging neckline that showed off her large boobs. A large silver pendant nestled in her cleavage.
Helen was eighteen, all grown up, and dressed to kill; not at all the innocent little girl, I remembered. I tried not to think about what she might get up to in that provocative outfit.
A few minutes later, Caro also came downstairs. Like my daughter, she wore ridiculous heels and a killer little black dress.
Though they were dressed alike the contrast with my daughter couldn’t be greater. Helen was tall, blond and buxom, and in those heels, almost eye-to-eye with me. She had inherited her mother’s pale skin - a typical English rose complexion.
Caro was tiny, the top of her head barely reaching my shoulder, even in those heels. Lustrous black hair, almost reaching her shoulders, framed her lovely elfin face. Her black eyeliner was in that feline style and accentuated her huge brown eyes.
Overall, she was stunning but still somehow looked vulnerable, raising every protective instinct I possessed, though my huge boner told me I had more in mind than just protection.
Her black dress was very short, barely covering her bum and showing off her shapely legs. It was tight and clung to her slender body. Her nipples strained at the fabric highlighting her perfect tiny breasts.
Caro noticed me staring and gave me a coy smile. I tore my gaze back to safer territory.
“Great dress,” I said to cover my embarrassment at being caught checking her out.
Caro glanced down at my groin where my erection must be obvious and grinned.
“Thanks, it’s one of my favourites.”
A crunch of gravel on the drive signalled that their taxi had arrived, so I was saved from further embarrassment as the girls left, their heads together whispering and giggling.
After they had gone, I wanked furiously, then tried to put Caro out of my mind. I was far too old for her. I thought I had succeeded, and barely woke when, in the early hours, another taxi crunched up the drive and I heard the girls laughing and giggling as they passed my room.
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The following morning I allowed myself a lie-in, not stirring until it was properly light. As I had expected, there was neither sight nor sound of the two girls. I smiled, wondering how bad their hangovers would be when they finally emerged.
I went downstairs to the kitchen and made myself a coffee. I sat at the breakfast bar in my dressing gown, catching up on events, not expecting any activity for hours.
But they surprised me. I was only on my second cup when I heard their voices upstairs and more giggling. I put some croissants in the oven to warm and started a fresh pot of coffee.
Helen was the first to appear, fully dressed, with a warm outdoor coat over her arm.
“After breakfast, I’ve got to nip out for a couple of hours before the town gets too crowded,” she said. “Just need to buy a few girlie essentials.”
Moments later Caro appeared, looking far too cute wearing just a scruffy men’s shirt, which was baggy and far too long, reaching almost to her knees. Somehow, it still managed to reveal her shapely thighs when she sat on the stool at the end of the breakfast bar - her feet dangling in mid-air. My traitorous dick was instantly erect, so I put an arm across my lap to cover it.
Helen sat opposite me, and we chatted inconsequentially over coffee and croissant. I was careful to avoid looking at Caro as I didn’t want to give my attraction away. A girl like that would never be interested in an old crock like me.
Helen stood up and picked up my car keys from the breakfast bar.
“I’d better be off. Won’t be long, just a couple of hours.”
She walked off toward the kitchen the door into the garage.
“I can leave Caro in your capable hands, can’t I daddy?” she asked over her shoulder as she left.
Caro chatted away brightly but I felt awkward and stilted. Soon I decided it was time to get dressed. I stood and started clearing the cups and plates away.
“You’ve got towels and everything?” I asked Caro.
“Yes. Let me help you with that,” she replied.
There were only a few cups and plates; not enough to need two people. But Caro pitched in, taking a few things over to the dishwasher. I felt a thrill when she brushed past me on the way back. I gave myself a stern talking-to and went to my bedroom to get ready.
But my normal morning ablutions were interrupted. I was still under the shower when the bathroom door opened, and Caro walked in wearing only a bra and tiny matching panties. My dick sprang to attention.
She walked towards me and was instantly soaked by the power shower when she entered the large glass-walled shower cubicle.
“Helen said I should fuck you,” she said. “You’ve been permanently grumpy and she blames celibacy.”
I knew I should just shoo her out, but this was all my fantasies come true and I couldn’t summon the willpower to resist.
I hunted for the right response, but finally, lost for words, I just leaned forward and kissed her. My arms wrapped around her and pulled her close until she was pressed against my chest and my huge erection was firmly pressed against her flat stomach.
I ran my hands over her smooth teenage flesh and fumbled with the bra catch. A few moments later the bra lay discarded in the shower and Caro’s hard nipples were pressed against me as our tongues entwined. Her small hand found my hard cock and her finger wrapped around it, slowly wanking me.
“Can you suck me, please?” I asked tentatively.
She nodded and simply dropped to her knees. Her small hand struggled to pull back my foreskin. I wrapped my own around hers to help and the bulbous pink tip was exposed.
She looked up at me with her huge dark eyes.
“You’re pretty big,” she said.
Still holding my gaze, she opened her mouth and took the tip of my cock into her warm mouth. Her soft lips closed around my shaft and slid smoothly towards me as she took my rigid erection into her mouth. My tip touched the back of her mouth. Caro coughed slightly and paused with several inches of my cock protruding from her lips.
She lifted herself slightly, changing the angle, and her lips continued their advance toward me as my huge cock slid down her warm throat. She only stopped when her nose was pressed against my pubes and my balls were almost at her chin.
I was astonished and impressed this tiny young girl could take all eight inches; my cock must be halfway down her throat. Even my ex-wife - who was great at blow-jobs - had never managed that. My cock swelled with excitement when Caro started slowly bobbing her head. I put my hands behind her head, but she needs no guidance and sucked me at a steady rhythm, pulling back until my cock almost left her mouth before leaning forward to take my cock deep down her throat once more.