I’M WETTING, DADDY(3)

Chapter 3

He stares me right in the eye and says, "Well? bump or bulge?" And at the same time I feel his fingertips start to run up my inner thigh. Oh shit!

And I say, stupidly, "Is that all you?"

He answers matter-of-factly, "I think so, you can check if you want." And I'm dying to! But I can't tell him that!

But he saves me for the moment with a simple question, "Want another drink?" All the while his fingertips played up and down on my soft smooth skin, about two inches from my pussy. And it's ten times as erotic because I know he could touch me at any moment, even if he doesn't.

"N ... no. Maybe ..." I don't know how to say it.

"Maybe we should go someplace else?" he asks, with a big smile. "How about my place ... or yours?"

"Mine." It's just up the hill, and I'll feel more secure at home. He leaves the tip and we make it out of there in record time. And he leaves his car at the gym. It's open all night and it'll never be noticed. We climb in mine and look at each