The Accidental Sugar Daddy Pt. 03

--Pete

Come Saturday, it feels like the heatwave is finally over, and a cool northerly breeze means the next few days aren't quite as hot. It's still pleasantly warm and sunny but the fresh breeze finally makes it feel less humid. I haven't seen much of Sam, she's off with her friends doing some final shopping before they go on holiday. I'd forgotten that she's off to Ibiza with Shawna and Tracey, and a couple of other friends whose names I forget. She reminded me yesterday that I'd promised her some spending money, and also that it's her birthday in a month or so.

I decided to give her five hundred and I imagine that buys a lot of bikinis. It seems like a lot for a birthday but business is good and I guess I've got a guilty conscience. Also, it's important that we stay on good terms: the last thing I need is for her to let something slip around Sandy.

Sandy's back the day after tomorrow and it'll be a kind of relief to have her back, and to get back into our normal routine. The last week or so has been crazy and I can only think that the extreme summer heat is responsible for a kind of temporary, lusty madness which has caused me to behave like a horny seventeen-year-old. Or perhaps that's a weak excuse, perhaps I don't have as much self-control as I thought. In any case, I spoke to her this morning and explained that things had gone too far and we should definitely stop now.

--Sam

Sam sat down at a free table and placed her vanilla latte and cinnamon roll on its sterile white surface. She winced a little as she sat. It wasn't painful as such, but her bottom was still a little tender from the evening before and it felt sore against the hard surface. She looked around but Shawna was queueing at one of the stalls and hadn't noticed her grimace. It had come as quite a surprise to find herself draped across Pete's knee like that. She had fantasized about it before, but she hadn't thought Pete would oblige, she'd just been hoping to provoke a little reaction from him, something that might lead to a little fooling around and maybe spending another night in bed together.

It had hurt a little, there'd be no point to it if it didn't she supposed, but somehow the pain made the contrasting pleasure all the more intense. She hadn't really thought that Pete would be that kind of alpha male and she'd been delighted to be proved wrong. It turned out that all he needed was a little provocation, a little excuse to give her what she so obviously wanted. What she needed. Fuck, the way he held her, pinning her down, rendering her powerless, unable to stop him easing her panties down over her hot thighs exposing her embarrassingly wet pussy, the way his experienced fingers calmly toyed with her there whilst she squirmed helplessly was such a turn-on.

She crossed her legs, tightly squeezing her thighs together and feeling a little flutter of excitement as she recalled his masterful voice scolding her, his firm hand against her exposed flesh as he made her confess to how wet she was, feeling that delicious mix of shame and arousal. Her pleading quickly becoming soft moans as she felt his fingers stray to that secret place between her legs and stroke her aching pussy.

She felt her cheeks flush, looking around guiltily as she felt her pussy tingle at the vivid memories, that familiar warm moistness spreading between her thighs. What would people think if they could read her naughty thoughts? She really was a bad girl sometimes, just as Pete had insisted.

It was busy in their local shopping mall on this warm Saturday, the sunshine streaming in from high-placed windows illuminating mothers taking excited children to toy shops, middle-aged women streaming in and out of the expensive clothes stores and teenagers hanging out at the many cafes. It was noisy here in the food mall just off the main drag, the chorus of shoppers' voices echoing off the contemporary steel and glass surfaces.

Her bottom wasn't the only thing that was sore today, her feet ached as well. Sam slid one of her strappy sandals from her foot, and leaned down, rubbing it with her fingers. Under their table was a variety of bags, brightly coloured evidence of a solid morning's shopping.

Straightening up, she watched Shawna return from one of the kiosks, her generous hips swaying. They were very different people, she thought. Shawna was loud, curvy and proudly black whereas Sam was quiet, petite and very white.

Today, her friend was wearing a thin, pale green summer frock decorated with a contrasting floral design that hugged her generous curves and attracted the attention of a couple of lads sitting nearby sipping milkshakes, their hungry eyes looking her up and down as she passed, mentally undressing her. Sometimes she wished she had a few more curves and larger boobs like her friend, it certainly got her plenty of attention, but Shawna always said how she envied Sam's ability to seemingly never gain any weight so she concluded that maybe people were never happy with what they had. Maybe the grass always seemed greener.

"Your feet okay, hun?" Shawna asked, looking concerned as she sat down and unwrapped a chicken caesar wrap.

Sam straightened up. It was probably a mistake to wear her new sandals today but she wanted to break them in before their holiday.

"Yeah, just a little sore," she said, settling back in her chair. "No fries? I was hoping to steal a few."

"Nuh, I've been trying to lose a few pounds before we go," her friend replied.

"Yeah, those bikinis we bought are pretty revealing."

"Yeah well you've done well this morning," Shawna said, gesturing at the many bags around Sam's feet.

"Yeah, well I needed a few things for the holiday," Sam said, almost apologetically.

She'd bought two new dresses for clubbing, another pair of sandals, a pale blue bikini and a couple of vest tops. Shawna had bought a lovely black bikini and a pair of sunglasses to replace a pair she lost recently.

"And Pete gave me some spending money," she added, taking a sip of her vanilla latte.

"Oh yeah, that's nice. How much?"

"Two hundred, he said business had been good recently. And it's my birthday next month, so..."

"Well that's gonna buy a lot of cocktails next week, hun," Shawna replied, taking another bite of her wrap.

Pete had actually given her five hundred but she didn't want to tell Shawna that, it might lead to difficult questions as to why he was being so generous. In truth, Sam wasn't sure herself, she hadn't expected it.

"Spending money for your holiday," he'd said but she wondered if maybe he had a guilty conscience. Or maybe with mum returning home soon, he felt he needed to buy her silence. Or maybe he really was leaning into his role as sugar daddy. It occurred to her that having a sexual relationship with an older man who gave her money was the very definition of a sugar daddy, and she wondered if Shawna still remembered their conversation. Probably not, she had had a lot to drink that night they'd talked about it.

Whatever the reason, she was a student and five hundred pounds was a lot of money, and just what she needed before she went away. Buying rounds of shots and cocktails for her friends at clubs wasn't going to be cheap.

He'd given her the cash after what he called a "heart-to-heart" talk this morning. He'd told her that with Sandy returning on Monday that they should end what they'd been doing, that it had been fun but it couldn't go on.

She'd agreed, but it had angered her a little. It had felt patronising and a little bit like being dumped. There were two of them involved in this relationship, both consenting adults and surely it wasn't just up to him. He hadn't been talking about ending anything the evening before when she was fucking him on the sofa. Lost in her thoughts, she was suddenly aware that Shawna was talking.

"Sorry?" she said, looking up.

"I was just saying you look lost in your thoughts."

"Oh yeah, just wondering what clothes to pack. Are you all set for Monday?"

"Yeah, I told Tracy and Ellie to come round to my place for around eleven. I've booked a taxi that can get all of us to the airport. WIll Pete give you a lift?"

"Yeah, I'll check but I think so."

So, he thought it was over between them and that he wouldn't be giving into temptation again, she thought as Shawna talked about how much she was looking forward to swimming in the warmth of the Mediterranean sea. Well, she'd see about that...

--

She dropped Shawna off then stopped to get some groceries on the way home. Pete had reminded her that it was her turn to cook tonight and as he'd cooked the previous two nights she couldn't really wriggle out of it again.

Sam wasn't an experienced cook, but had been making more of an effort recently, sometimes even cooking for her flatmates. She'd also been trying to eat more healthily recently; less red meat, more fish and vegetables so she was trying a prawn stir fry tonight.

The thing about stir fries was that all the work was up front, she thought as she finely chopped some ginger, and scraped it into a bowl along with the onion, chilli and garlic. Finally she was finished with the preparation and the oil spat and sizzled as Sam scraped the ingredients into the pan, then started stirring. She tightened the apron she was wearing. It was another warm day, warmer still in the kitchen and she was keen not to stain her summery dress, which was pale yellow, patterned with daisies and a neat row of buttons up the front. She wouldn't normally wear a dress but it was their last evening together, so why not?

It was her first time with this recipe but she was pleased with how colourful and fragrant it turned out.

"Hey, this is delicious," Pete said as he sat down. Sam was pleased to see that he'd made a bit of an effort for their last meal, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and his best shorts.

"As good as mum's cooking?"

"I mean, it's pretty good, I wouldn't like to compare you guys," he said diplomatically.

"Hey, can you give me a lift to Shawna's tomorrow? Around ten?"

"Sure, I've got an appointment at eleven so that should work."

They were quiet then, and Sam wondered if he was thinking the same as her, that this was the last night they'd be spending together under this roof before she left tomorrow and then her mother returning the day after.

He finished first and watched her impassively as she slid her sandals off, using her foot to stroke his leg beneath the table as she finished hers.

He grabbed her ankle as she slid her foot higher, drawing it into his lap.

"So what about dessert?" he asked, as he massaged her bare foot.

"Dessert?" she said, as she finished, her fork rattling against the bowl.

"Yeah, your mother always makes a dessert on Fridays."

"Oh come on, it took me, like, an hour to cook that, do you really want dessert?"

"You said you were going to cook," he teased, releasing her foot. "You've only done half a job."

"There's some of that nice salted caramel ice cream in the fridge, you could get yourself a bowl of that."

"Hey, your turn to cook tonight," he reminded her. "I'm doing the cleaning up."

Sam sighed theatrically as she reluctantly got to her feet.

"What did your last slave die of?" Sam muttered as she brushed past him, her hips swaying then skipped away as he swung a hand towards her bottom, her bare feet feeling the cold of the floor tiles.

She felt his eyes watching as she bent down to get the ice cream out of the fridge, the hem of her dress riding up over her bare thighs.

"Can't you help me?" Sam whined as she struggled to scoop out a serving with a spoon.

"Your meal," he repeats, crossing his arms.

Sam sighed, loud enough for him to hear. As it starts to warm a little she's able to fill a bowl with two large scoops of the delicious-looking ice cream.

"There you go Sir, hope your legs get better soon," she said sarcastically as she put it down in front of him. "Do you want me to spoon it into your mouth too, Sir?"

Before he gets a chance to think of a suitably cutting reply she leans over, placing one hand on the table top and picks up the spoon, carving a bite-size chunk of ice cream. She grins mischievously as she lifts it slowly till it's about an inch from his mouth where she pauses, her olive green eyes level with his. As he opens his mouth in anticipation and inches forward, she snatches it away, slipping it into her mouth instead.

"Mmm, you know what? You're right, it is delicious," she says. She's not lying, it really is delicious, sweet and creamy with a contrasting salty edge.

"You're such a fucking tease," he says, shaking his head as he slowly slides a hand up over the back of her thigh. "You're going to get yourself in trouble one day."

"Maybe I need another spanking?" she suggests hopefully, as he slides his hand under her short skirt and examines the tight curve of her bottom cheeks.

"Oh I'd love to bend you over this table and spank that cute little arse till you beg me to stop but I think you'd enjoy it too much," he says. "So I guess we'll have to think of something else."

Sam pouts, feeling a little disappointed, but tries not to show it, holding his stern gaze as she slowly and deliberately scoops another spoonful of ice cream and smoothly slips it between her pink lips.

"Mmm, this really is good, you should really try some," she teases as she sticks her small, cat-like tongue out and slowly licks the spoon. She's interested to see what his next move will be and how long he can maintain his self-control. She doesn't have to wait too long.

"Hey!" she yelps as he slides a strong arm around her waist and half-lifts, half-pulls her onto his lap. He adjusts Sam so that she's perched on one muscular thigh, his thick arm around her waist, one hand on her knee so that she's side on to him, her face a few inches from his, and slightly higher. Sam slides her slender arm around his broad shoulders as she leans forward and carves out another scoop.

"One more chance, girl," he growls, his eyes looking stormy grey as she raises her hand for a third time, pausing an inch from his lips. "Or you'll be sorry."

Sam feels a tingle of excitement at the thought of being 'punished' again. She grins as she starts to pull it away again, but as quick as a flash his strong hand is around her slender wrist, stopping her. He continues to hold her gaze as he pulls her hand towards his mouth, briefly closing them as he slips the spoon into his mouth.

She feels a warm flush of arousal as his strong hand holds her wrist steady and she watches him slowly lick the spoon, hoping that she'll soon be feeling that tongue gliding over her bare skin.

"Why are you being such a tease?" he asks, sliding a hand beneath her skirt and tracing light circles on the inside of her lightly tanned thighs.

"I don't know what you mean," Sam says with what she hopes is an innocent, butter-wouldn't-melt smile. She has one arm draped across his shoulders helping her to balance, but now she starts to unbutton his short sleeved shirt with her free hand.

"You know what happens to hot little cock teases?" he asks as unfastens the last button and slides a hand inside his shirt, stroking the tanned contours of his chest.

"They get what they want?" Sam says hopefully. She bites her lip as she feels his hand slip higher, brushing her skimpy cotton panties.

He shakes his head: "They get what they deserve," he growls.

Sam can only watch as he reluctantly withdraws his hand from her warm thighs and slides it up over her chest, his fingers quickly unfastening the top button of her dress. They both watch as he slowly and deliberately unfastens her buttons, one-by-one, then pulls at the thin shoulder strap till it gapes open, exposing one boob, rounded and pale and centred with a pink nipple.

"No bra again," he says disapprovingly, his lips set in a thin, straight line as Sam feels the cooler air of the kitchen against her skin. "You really are asking for it, aren't you?"

Her chest is nearly level with his mouth and she feels another warm flush of arousal between her thighs at the thought of his tongue exploring their subtle curves.

She watches as he uses the spoon to carve another large chunk of the ice cream, slowly raising it till its level with her lips. He pauses, their eyes locked, almost daring her to lean forward and taste it. After a long second, he moves it downwards, till it's an inch above her exposed breast.

"No, wait!" Sam giggles as she squirms, trying to move away as it inches closer but he holds her steady as his cruel fingers slowly lower it till the cold metallic bottom of the spoon touches her warm skin.

"No!" she complains, as her body flinches, urgently trying to wriggle away from the almost painfully cold metal. She squirms helplessly as he slides it along her breast leaving a creamy trail, then circles her sensitive nipple as she struggles.

She feels her nipple stiffen as he strokes it with the cold metal, the nerve endings shrieking as he takes his time, enjoying her discomfort. Then he raises the spoon, tips it to forty-five degrees and they both watch the half-melted blob of ice cream slowly slide off, landing on the slope of her breast.

"Fuck!" she gasps as it lands, a shiver running through her as she feels the sudden coldness on her bare skin. She wriggles uncomfortably, but the thick arm around her waist holds her steady as they watch the ice cream on her hot skin begin to melt, a thick creamy drop rolling down and dripping on her stomach.

She holds her breath as he slowly leans forward and begins to lap at the quickly melting ice cream, the icy coldness of the ice cream replaced with the comforting warmth of his tongue. She moans as he licks her skin with long strokes, his tongue caressing her soft curves, feeling the secret place between her thighs melting as quickly as the ice cream.

"Mmm, you're right this is delicious," he says, his eyes locked on hers as he licks the swollen curve of her breast then circles her aching nipple with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh fuck!" she gasps as he draws the tip of her boob into the warm wetness of his mouth, expertly using the very tip of his tongue to strum at her achingly-hard nipple.

"Who's teasing now?"

Sam arches her back, savouring the feeling of his tongue caressing her breast as he roughly tugs at her dress open, her other boob exposed now. She hears herself give a little disappointed groan when he finally stops licking, holding her still as scoops out another chunk of ice cream.

Somehow it seems worse the second time around, when she knows how freezing cold the spoon is. She squirms, half in discomfort, half in excitement as he repeats the trick, his stern gaze stopping her from interfering with this little game. Sam bites her lip hard, tasting salty blood as he circles her tingly nipple with the metallic, icy spoon.

Her yelps of protest soon turn to moans of content as he laps hungrily at the quickly softening ice cream, tracing the subtle curves of her breast. She grows hotter as he slides a hand beneath her skirt, between her thighs, caressing the dampening cotton of her virginal white panties.

"Yes, oh yes, daddy," she purrs, her hand stroking the stubby hair on the nape of his neck, as his tongue licks her breast hungrily. Sam throws her head back, her mouth open, her breath quickening as she opens her legs a little wider, encouraging him to explore her increasingly hot thighs as she squirms happily. She feels his tongue licking underneath her breasts, then on her stomach, seemingly determined to lap every drop of ice cream and she feels her panties dampening as he inches closer to her needy pussy.

Sam feels she could quite happily cum like this, balanced on his knee, holding on to his solid body to keep her balance as he pleasures her half-clothed young body but he has other ideas.

She feels strong hands around her slim waist lifting her then setting her bottom down on the edge of the dinner table. She obligingly lifts her hips as he roughly tugs at her panties, stripping them off, and tossing the damp scrap of white cotton onto the table behind her.

She lets him push her back, so that she's propped up on her elbows, watching as he pushes her knees wide apart, her toes curling, gripping the table's edge, her shamefully wet pussy exposed to his hungry gaze. The ice cream has mostly melted now, and she watches as he scoops some of the sticky dessert in his fingers and begins smearing it on her hot thighs. Her skin tingles in anticipation as she feels his fingers sliding over the soft folds, her hips moving restlessly, knowing what's coming next. She feels another flush of arousal as he slowly takes his seat and leans forward, licking his dry lips as he pauses, the anticipation building as he surveys her swollen, creamy nether lips beneath the neat triangle of red hair, easing her legs a little further apart as he kisses her inner thighs.

"Oh yes, daddy," she whimpers as he begins to lick her in long, steady strokes. Her hand clutches one of her cute apple-sized breasts, squeezing the soft flesh as he licks up the side of her slit avoiding her throbbing clit then slowly down the other side. She holds her breath as he uses sticky fingers to spread her folds, exposing the bubblegum pink flesh of her inner folds, using the tip of his tongue to toy with her tight entrance where her creamy juices spill and mix with the sweet, salty ice cream.

"Oh yes, please daddy," she moans as licks at her hot, wet centre, his tongue dancing over her pussy, tickling her clit. He seems determined to lap up every last bit of the ice cream, his tongue seeking out all the moist valleys and sensitive peaks of her pussy. Sam moans hotly as he spreads her puffy labia again, and feels him licking her sensitive inner folds and probing her entrance.

As he licks a long, slender finger and pushes it an inch inside her, it occurs to Sam that this is what he wanted for dessert all along: her pussy. Of course, it's what she wanted too. He hooks his hands around her thighs, holding her still as he gorges himself, lapping hungrily, each lick making her squirm contentedly. Sam's already very aroused and as his tongue delicately tickles her pulsing clit she knows that she's already close.

"Fuck, daddy, don't stop, please," she gasps desperately, squeezing and twisting one of her hard little nipples between thumb and forefinger, her hips undulating as he eases a long finger deeper between her clasping lips and his experienced tongue finds her throbbing centre.

"Daddy, please, please," she cries, her voice sounding high-pitched and taut as her body strains, feeling the pressure build, her over-stimulated body on the brink and demanding the sweet release of orgasm.

When she comes, it's sudden and overwhelming, a fiery, tingling sensation that starts in her clitoris and quickly consumes her whole body. Sam throws her head back and wails happily, as her young body shudders and twists, surrendering to the pure pleasure, her thighs squeezing Pete's head.

But she only has a few seconds to savour the delicious sensations before she feels his strong hands grabbing her wrists pulling her upright and then briefly onto her shaky legs before spinning her around. Before she can protest, she's bent over the dining table as he urgently tugs at his shorts. She tries to straighten up but feels a firm, uncompromising hand in the centre of her back pushing her back down, her head next to her limp, discarded panties.

She manages to twist around in time to see him step out of his shorts and push his underwear down, freeing his lovely cock. It looks hard and angry and bigger than ever, the veins standing out on its sturdy shaft. It swings heavily between his muscular thighs as he roughly pushes her skirt up, exposing her pinkly naked buttocks. She feels thrilled at his roughness and the determined, almost angry expression on his face as he wraps his fist around his thick shaft, easing it up and down till he's fully hard, the tip pointing at her wet pussy.

"Oh fuck, please daddy," she gasps, feeling a sense of delicious anticipation as the blunt swollen head bumps against her entrance then they're both groaning excitedly as she feels the first couple of inches ease smoothly inside her helpless pussy, her puffy, yielding lips moulding around his solid shaft. He pauses before easing back out and then she feels his fat cock start to move inside her, in and out, in and out, slowly at first, easing a little deeper with each stroke, as her pussy stretches to accommodate to his girthy cock, the slight discomfort of his thickness easing into her tight pussy quickly giving way to pure, primal pleasure.

"You're such a fucking cock tease," he growls as he pushes deeper and Sam yelps as he slaps a tender buttock.

"Ow! Sorry, daddy," she agrees meekly, savouring the delicious friction and the feeling of his big, throbbing cock scratching the itch that's formed deep inside her belly.

Bent over like this, he's able to probe deeper inside and he takes full advantage, starting to fuck her with long, steady strokes, each thrust punctuated by a throaty gasp as if his cock of forcing the air from her lungs.

Perhaps this is what he was thinking about when she was doing her yoga stretches, Sam thinks, as his cock eases a little deeper with each thrust into her welcoming pussy.

"Oh, oh, oh," Sam gasps as his big daddy-sized cock pushes inside her, filling her, making her feel complete. She's on her forearms, her hair falling forward over her face, her small breasts swaying rhythmically, as their hips slap together noisily.

Beneath her, the table groans under her shifting weight and spoons rattle against the bowls of melted ice cream.

"Ow fuck! Please daddy," she yelps as his cruel hand slaps her again, already feeling another orgasm beginning to blossom as the rhythm increases, her throaty groans becoming louder as her arousal grows.

The patio doors are open, a cool breeze playing across their hot bodies, their skin covered with a fine sheen of sweat. As her cries grow louder, she feels him slide a hand over her mouth, her voice muffled, reducing her loud moans to muffled cries as he pushes her ever closer.

Sam guesses he's worried the neighbours might hear but she's instantly transported back to her fantasies of being taken in the middle of the night, of him pinning her down as he strips her helpless body before giving her the hard, hot fucking that she so desperately craves. His strong hand clamped over her mouth to stop her cries waking her mother, sleeping yards away. It's that thought that finally pushes her over the edge.

"Mmmff, mmmfff!" Sam moans, her nostrils flared as her hot breath whistles through her nose as she comes again, the second orgasm every bit as satisfying as the first.

As her pussy spasms around his hardness, she feels Pete thrust into her with several desperate, staccato thrusts his swollen balls slapping against her sore buttocks and then he's coming too, and she sighs contentedly as she feels his hot semen spilling deep inside her. As her breathing slowly returns to normal and her skin cools, her full lips curl into a smile like the cat that got the cream.

--Pete; a few days later

This was my favourite time of day. After a day's work is finally over I liked to spend the long summer evenings out here in the back garden, listening to the bird song and the grasshoppers. This evening the sky is painted in pastel colours, powder blue at the top blending into dusky pink, with a thin band of burnt orange at the horizon, behind the leylandii trees that lined the bottom of the garden. I eased back in my chair and sipped at my white wine, as overhead, a distant plane slowly drew a pink line across the evening sky.

"You want some more?" Sandy asked, appearing beside me with the bottle.

"Please," I replied, smiling up at her as she emptied the bottle into his glass.

"So Sam just texted me, apparently she's having a great time," she said, as she eased into a seat next to me.

Sam had left a couple of days ago and I'd picked Sandy up at the airport a few hours earlier, and while I finished work she'd spent her time sorting through her clothes, taking a long shower and doing laundry. Now she was dressed casually in an old pair of sweatpants and a loose grey t-shirt. She looked great.

"Yeah? Well she was pretty excited about going."

"I told her to take it easy and keep safe, but I don't suppose she'll take any notice."

"Well, she's a grown up now, all you can do is give her good advice."

"I know. Oh, and she said she misses us."

"Really?" I said, twisting my head. "Maybe somebody's stolen her phone?"

She laughs, a light musical sound, and I'm suddenly aware of how much I've missed her.

"Anyway, I'm sure she's having a great time. Do you miss it?" she asked. "I mean, being young and going out all the time, going on holiday with your friends, experiencing places for the first time."

"Well, I miss being able to drink all night and not wake up with a hangover. I miss feeling genuinely excited about music and movies. But I don't miss the awkward dates, and the nagging fear of missing out. I don't miss the fear of being rejected by the girl you finally got around to asking out."

"Yeah, looking back you remember all the good times, I guess. You forget how lonely and insecure and confusing it was sometimes when you were single."

"Yeah, I much prefer my life now," I said, reaching across the wooden table and grasping her hand.

"Yes, me too. So how was Sam whilst I was away? Was everything alright?"

"Um yeah, she was good," I said. I had a flash of inappropriate memory; Sam bent over my lap, my hand sliding over the pink cheeks of her bare arse as I gruffly told her she was a 'good girl'. I took a cool sip of wine to compose myself before continuing.

"Yeah, she did most of her chores, we didn't really argue. I did the washing up for her once or twice."

"Really? Maybe I should go away more often."

"Well, you know, mothers and teenage girls are notoriously bad for arguments. I think without you around she didn't have anyone to kick against."

"Well that's good, I'm glad that she wasn't too much of a pain, I did feel a bit guilty about leaving you to take care of her. Anyway, it's good to be back, cheers," she said, raising her glass.

"Cheers," I repeated, leaning over to clink glasses. "It's good to have you back, love."

And it was good to have her back. My ten days with Sam had been wild and intense and passionate, but ultimately it was just sex, there was no depth of feeling behind it, no future. And of course there was always that dread feeling of guilt and being discovered hanging over everything.

Later, Sandy and I would retire to bed and it would be completely different. Intimate and loving and sensual as we took time to re-discover the familiar contours of each other's bodies. It felt like the difference between an honest home-cooked meal and fast food.

We settled back in our chairs, sipping at our wine in comfortable silence as the light ebbed from the sky and the stars started to appear.

--

It's a Sunday a couple of days after Sam returns from her holiday, and I'm in the kitchen reading the newspaper at the counter whilst Sandy prepares breakfast. I feel content here: my life has returned to normal after what I consider a bout of summer madness brought on by sharing a house with an attractive and mischievous young woman during a heatwave. Of course, I'd miss her teasing smile and the snug, velvety embrace of her pussy and the thrill of doing something so wrong, but we both knew it wasn't forever.

Things are back to normal though now, all that behind me and I can already picture Sam meeting a young man her own age and awkwardly bringing him back home to meet us at Christmas.

It's the day before Sam goes back to uni and Sandy's decided that we should all pancakes for breakfast together before we go our separate ways today: Sam's off for a run, I'm playing golf with Terry and Sandy's off to see her sister. I can hear the hiss of the upstairs shower indicating that Sam won't be long.

"Do you think Sam seems a little different since I've been back?" Sandy asks as she cracks eggs into a mixing bowl.

"Different? How?" I say, trying not to sound worried.

"I don't know, more relaxed, less confrontational maybe?"

"Well I know she was a little stressed about going on holiday with her friends, sounds like she had a good time though."

"Yeah, I guess. It's just that she seems to be a bit more respectful since she got back, did you say anything to her?" she asks, her back to me as she beats together the eggs, flour and milk.

"No, I can't take any credit. Maybe she's just relaxed because she's going back to uni tomorrow, maybe she's looking forward to seeing her friends and realising she might actually miss us."

We pause as we hear Sam moving about now and soon we hear her footsteps on the stairs.

"Morning," she says brightly, collecting maple syrup, and strawberries and blueberries from the fridge and placing them on the dining table.

"Morning sweetie, I thought I'd cook us pancakes as it's your last full day," Sandy explained as she heated a frying pan.

"Great, I love pancakes," Sam replied, hoisting herself up on a stool next to me at the counter. "Hey, I was thinking about how much stuff I'm taking back to uni, I'm wondering if it will all fit in my car."

"I thought you just had a couple of suitcases?"

"No, don't you remember? I'm taking back that old exercise bike and some other gym equipment for Belle. You said I could have it, right?"

"Yeah, but that I think that will all fit," I said, unsure of myself as I tried to picture what her small hatchback would look like with the seats folded down.

"I don't think it will, so I was kind of wondering if you could follow me back, split my stuff over two cars?"

"Oh, I don't know, it's a long way," I replied. She was at Keele university, many hours drive away.

"Well maybe you could stay overnight," she said brightly and I glanced down as I felt her hand on my knee.

"I don't know..." I say, wriggling uncomfortably as her hand slides higher along my thigh beneath my newspaper.

"You were just telling me that you weren't that busy right now, and thinking of taking a couple of days off while the weather's still good," Sandy chipped in as she transferred a fat pancake from the pan to a waiting plate.

"Come on Pete, I'd be ever so grateful if you could help," she says, looking up at me, her big green eyes full of promise and mischief as her hand strokes my thighs through my shorts. I slide the newspaper down to cover my thighs as my cock responds to her casual touch.

"I mean, I could..."

"There's a great motel right near the uni that does special rates for parents," Sam said with a hopeful smile as she squeezed my thigh.

"I suppose I could help out," I conceded.

"Great, thanks, that's sorted then," Sam said with a triumphant grin.

And, just like that, I was committed to this little roadtrip where I'm sure I'd find myself booking a double room. It was clear that whatever game we were playing looked set to continue at least for a little while longer...