Meeting Cassandra
Date: 24.03.2009
Keywords: Meeting, Cassandra,
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When Daddy got home from work, Patti was already in the shower. Daddy had called her earlier with the news they were going out for dinner. Daddy walked into the bathroom and joined her in the shower, much to her delight.
Daddy helped her wash her hair. She loved the feeling of daddy's fingertips massaging the shampoo, then conditioner through her long strands of hair. He would turn her around to face him as she leaned back and let the water rinse out the suds. He leaned down and kissed her.
She soaped up the washcloth and began washing daddy. She scrubbed diligently from head to toe. Hesitating at the middle, she squatted down in front of him, eyeing his cock. She looked up at him and grinned. However, the grin turned into a momentary pout when daddy shook his head no.
"Sweetheart" he explained, "we have other plans right now." He smiled at her display of frustration. He traded places with her to rinse off. She kept running her hands down his body, ostensibly to help him rinse off the soap. He knew better, but chose to ignore it. He turned off the water and they dried each other off. She kept trying to distract him, but he was not succumbing. Not this time.
"Come on," Daddy took her by the hand, leading her into the bedroom. "Let's see what you should wear tonight."
Opening up her closet, Daddy carefully looked over her clothing. He finally settled on a skirt and blouse, laying them out on the bed. "Wear one of your camisole's instead of a bra and bring me your hair brush."
Daddy sat on the bed, moving back to give her room to sit in front of him. Gently he began to brush through her hair. "Patti, I want to make sure you understand the rules for tonight, ok?"
"Yes Daddy?" She was startled to hear him call her by name. He used her name when he wanted to be sure that he had her full attention.
Daddy continued as he tried to gently untangle her hair. "We are meeting a special friend of Daddy's. She is a very nice woman and I want you to be as respectful of her as you are to me. You must use your best manners on tonight. Do you understand?"
She fidgeted a bit, "yea."
He tugged at her hair to show he was not going to tolerate the least bit of insolence tonight. Not even playfully. "The other thing is, you can't call me daddy tonight while we are out to dinner."
He listened for the dramatic sigh this would elicit. On cue, her shoulders raised slightly with a sharp intake of breath, then lowered as she released it. "Yes Rick" She replied, to show him she understood what was expected. It always felt odd inside her head to call him by his given name.
He stifled a grin. A little incorrigibility existed in her. Fortunately, only a little and he found it part of her charm and did not distract from her overall demeanor. She was a loving girl, and he knew she would do what was necessary to please him. It was not always a simple process.
Finally he had all the tangles out of her hair, "Stand up and let me have a look."
She got up and stood before him, naked, her longhair straight and tangle free. He looked thoughtful as he decided how she should wear her hair this evening. Finally, he decided, "wear a headband to match your clothes. I think that will look very pretty on you tonight."
That simple decision explained more about tonight's dinner, and its importance. It was rare for Daddy to allow her to show her hair off that way. Glancing down she saw that Daddy was partially aroused. She smiled and moved closer to him. Lightly she touched her fingertips to his chest, leaning on close to kiss him on the cheek.
Her hands dropped down, only to be caught in his hands, "No," he gently pushed her hands to her sides, "we need to finish getting ready. It would not be polite to keep a lady wait, would it? Besides, if our evening goes well, we will get to play much more if we wait until tonight. You do want to please me don't you honey?"
She looked at him wide eyes, "of COURSE I do, Daddy!"
He reached around and smacked her bottom, "then get your butt moving!"
She laughed and started to dress, watching out of the corner of her eyes as daddy got dressed as well. She enjoyed watching him. He was always so matter of fact, and not easily distractible like she was.
Suddenly he looked over, catching her watching her. She blushed and hurried to finish dressing. Daddy grimaced at her pokiness, and then told her he wanted her in stockings and heels as well. Daddy went into the bathroom to shave.
Finally, she was dressed and looked at herself in the mirror. Smiling at her reflection, she thought daddy would be pleased with her appearance. Softly she approached the open bathroom door. Peeking her head around the corner, she hoped she would get to watch daddy shaving. He usually shooed her away if he caught her. She was disappointed to see he was already wiping off his face. Daddy caught sight of her in the mirror and smiled at her before turning around. Reaching for his shirt hanging on the door, he looked her over. Nodding in approval he assured her, "You look lovely. I'll be very proud to have you with me."
As he buttoned his shirt, she took his tie off the hanger. She drew it around his upturned collar. Biting her lower lip in concentration she struggled to remember how to knot his tie. She brought the wider end around twice then pulled it up through the opening of the neck and hesitated before pulling it through the loop just created, completing a simple knot. Carefully she slid the knot snug against the collar.
"There daddy, all done!" She smiled at him.
It was not fancy but it looked neat enough. He looked in the mirror, making a slight adjustment. "Get my jacket and we'll be ready to go."
She retrieved his jacket as well as his keys. He slipped into the jacket, leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Good girl, thank you."
The ride to the restaurant was quiet. Each of them silently pondering the evening that loomed ahead. She stared out the window, wondering just what would happen tonight and if she could be as good a girl as daddy needed her to be.
He glanced over at her, unaccustomed to long silences from her, especially riding in the car. Often she seemed more talkative in the car. "Honey, are you ok?" he finally had to ask.
Turning her head towards him, he could see in the waning light that she had a smile for him. "Yep, Daddy I am ok!" She patted his leg for emphasis.
He put his arm around her and drew her closer to him. He could feel her relax under his touch.
They arrived a few minutes early at the restaurant. Rick gave his name for the reservation. They informed him that his guest had not arrived yet. The maitre d' seated them promptly, giving them a quiet corner away from the bustle that seemed to engulf much of the large room. Rick ordered drinks, and then excused him self as he went to the lobby to wait for his friend.
She sipped her drink, glad to have some time alone to look around surreptitiously. Taking in her surroundings, she admired the décor of the upscale restaurant, while wondering about the other people seated around the restaurant. She loved to imagine what people were up to. Whom they were with and what they might be discussing. Across the room, she spotted daddy, with his friend. They were chatting as daddy escorted her to the table. This gave her a chance to look over his female companion.
The woman had an ample build, which, knowing daddy, she had expected. Her dress was a black satin halter dress, a rose appliquéd on the bottom left side. Everything about her moved with the well fitting dress. The dress shifted with every sway of her abundant hips. She noticed daddy, his eyes wandering up and down at her as they approached the table. She tried not to giggle at daddy's blatancy.
Rick introduced the woman, Cassandra, to her, as he pulled out a chair. Being this close she realized the woman was probably a few years older then either of them. Rick motioned the waiter to the table and placed another drink order.
As Rick and Cassandra settled into conversation, Patti observed more then participated. She was polite, answering any direct questions from the woman, first looking at daddy before answering.
They placed their food order, with Rick ordering for his girl as usual. She smiled at daddy, remembering his admonishment earlier said, "Thank you Rick." Daddy returned her smile, obviously pleased that she was being so mindful.
The food was delicious and filling. Talk dwindled as they enjoyed the food. No one wanted any dessert, but Daddy and his friend ordered coffee. The girl asked for another glass of wine, which daddy quickly vetoed.
While waiting for their coffee to arrive, the woman announced that she needed to freshen up. The woman looked at Patti, "Why don't you come along with me? We can have some girl talk."
Patti was surprised at the request and looked at daddy to see if he wanted her to go or not. With a slight nod of his head, she accepted the invitation. She followed the woman into the restroom.
They stood at the mirrors, the woman touching up her make up as the girl watched. "You don't wear any make up at all do you, Patti?"
She blushed slightly, "No, ma'am. It is his preference for me."
The woman turned to her, smiling. "Rick's right, you don't need any make up. Besides, it's a lot of bother in the long run!"
The girl reached into her own bag and got out her hairbrush. Placing her headband on the counter, she began brushing her long hair. She became aware of the woman watching her. Rarely did another woman ever subject her to such scrutiny.
The woman put her hand out asking, "Would you mind if I brushed your hair for you?"
She only hesitated a moment before handing over the brush. The woman fussed over her hair, "You really do have the prettiest hair. I wish I had long hair like yours."
The girl felt a little flustered but managed a "Thank you ma'am."
The woman put the brush down and ran her fingers through the hair, "I'd like it if you would call me by the name my friends call me, Cassie.
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Keywords: Meeting, Cassandra,
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