Page 8 of British Daddy to Go

“The dressing room?” I suggest. The measurement area is surrounded by mirrors on one side and enclosed dressing rooms on the other. I pull Sean into the largest one. “No one will bother us here.”

“Good,” he says. “I don’t want to be interrupted.”

Sean sits me down on the dressing room stool. My lips miss the feel of his, but his hands on my legs feel almost as good. He slides his palms up my thighs and under my skirt. His fingers find my panties and pull them down to my ankles.

“I’m going to make you feel good, Maggie,” he says. “Is that okay?”

“Please,” I tell him. I’ve never felt like this before.

His mouth lands on a different part of my body, and I gasp. For the first time in my life, a man is touching me where my parents said only my husband should touch me.

Oh no, my parents! What will they think?

That thought is immediately overpowered by pleasure. Sean’s tongue dips into my soaking slit.

“Oh, that feels good,” I tell him. “Don’t stop doing that.”

“I don’t plan on it,” he says. His warm breath adds to my intensifying pleasure.

Then Sean adds a finger. It’s just one, probably knuckle deep, but it’s enough. The new feeling and the terrifying, incredible pressure push me over the edge. My entire body quakes.

As I regain my breathing, I can’t help but laugh. “So that’s what an orgasm feels like.”

Sean sits beside me on the bench and kisses my neck. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“I did. More than you know.”

He moves his mouth to mine, and I taste myself for the first time. It’s a little sweet, which surprises me. I kind of like it.

“It’s your turn,” I say into Sean’s lips.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Maggie.”

His words are sweet, but I want this. I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life. “I’d like to learn.”

Sean grins. “Okay, darling. Take it slow.”

He unbuckles his belt and lowers his pants and boxer briefs. His member isn’t hanging to the left anymore. Instead, it stands straight up, like it wants to say hello.

“Did I do this?”

“All for you, darling.”

That British accent nearly undoes me again. Every time he calls me darling, I feel like I might orgasm again.

For the second time today, I kneel in front of Sean. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admit. “You’ll have to guide me.”

“Gladly,” he responds. His hands find my hair again. “Open your mouth, darling. Keep your teeth covered. And just… go ahead.”

That seems simple enough, but his penis is huge. “Are they always this big?”

“You sure know how to stroke a guy’s ego,” Sean laughs. “But no, not really. They come in all sizes.”

That’s intimidating, but I meant what I said. I want to learn.

I do what Sean instructed me to do. The taste is weird at first. It’s a little salty, but not so much that I need a glass of water.

“Maggie? Sean?” Roger yells from outside the dressing room.