He went lower still, trailing delicate kisses down to her cleavage.
His fingers joined the fray. They slid over the skin on her forearms and elbows, then the outer edges of her smooth underarms. They barely skimmed the rounded edges of her breasts, her midsection then her hips.
Goosebumps rose in their wake as twin feelings of hot and cold made her writhe in his hold.
“Ohhh…”
The sound escaped Trixie both in reality and in her fantasy. Her body too reacted the same in both worlds
She was stroking her clitty and fingering her wet hole in time to the naughty musings going on in her head. Her insides clenched and she couldn’t take the slow teasing anymore.
She was impatient for something more and the scene morphed into her lying on the bed with Atlas’s tongue licking the delicate flesh between her thighs.
His tongue and lips moved with the insistence her young nubile body demanded and she rushed toward the climax she could feel waiting just beyond her reach.
When the pleasure rolled over her, she was met with disappointment.
While the rippling waves would have satisfied her in the past, they were nowhere near the intensity she needed to be sated now. Nothing felt quite as good since she’d made love with Cherry’s Daddy.
Opening her eyes, Trixie let the erotic dream drift away. She sighed and removed her wet hand from between her legs.
She rolled over and hugged her pillow, desperately wishing it was Atlas’s chest that she was cuddled against.
It had been two weeks since she’d returned from her island vacation.
She couldn’t get the threesome with Cherry and Atlas out of her mind. Or rather, she could not get Atlas off her mind. She’d had threesomes before, though none as special and that was all because of him.
Ever since she’d become sexually active, Trixie had been into older men.
Atlas was the epiphany of everything she found attractive in a man. Their time together. Seeing the way he’d treated Cherry, incited a rush of older man with younger women fantasies within her. Fantasies infused with powerful and all-consuming sexual yearnings.
Of course, she’d tried to contact Cherry as soon as she’d returned home in hopes of a repeat performance of that special night.
She’d looked into her phone only to remember she’d deleted Cherry’s number when the two had fallen out all those months ago.
She’d been so angry with herself when she’d realized the error.
Not even contacting the few friends they had in common gave her the information she needed. It seemed that Cherry ran with a new crowd now.
And thus Trixie’s sexual frustration was coupled with annoyance at her lack of foresight in getting Cherry’s number before the girl left the island.
While she could not do anything about getting Cherry’s number, she did try to relieve her wanton need by her own hands. Getting back into the groove of working full-time hadn’t allowed her to go out trolling for a guy.
She, therefore, indulged in a lot of hand loving sessions lately.
Trixie masturbated while reading erotica, which consisted entirely of stories about younger girls with older men and protective-yet-dominant Daddy-type relationships. She had only recently become enamored with the sensual and steamy stories. Unlike watching porn videos that intruded upon her fantasies, reading erotica allowed her to superimpose herself mentally within the fantasies and were far more vivid to her.
She had read so much erotica over the last few days that she’d rubbed her clit raw and hurt her cervix from thrusting her long, thick dildo in so often and so hard. Her drawer was overstocked with batteries for her vibrator.
The high she got from touching herself was fading rapidly and erotica wasn’t enough anymore. Masturbating did not give her the gratification she so anxiously needed. It only fueled the fire.
That didn’t stop her from going at it time and time again though she craved the touch of a real man.
She craved Atlas’s touch.
In the days after Atlas and Cherry had left the resort, Trixie she realized the way she obsessed over the older man was probably a bit unhealthy. She had even tried to purge him from her system by fucking as many island boys as she could.
But that hadn’t worked.
Her mind always turned to Cherry’s Daddy and she still had to rub one out to his mental image after she’d climaxed from the other mens’ efforts.
She had even shouted out his name while fucking a few of those guys.
Ugh!
Frustration made Trixie push the pillow away and climb out of bed.
She headed to the shower and it was there she got a brilliant idea.
While she didn’t have the time to go out and find a man good enough to distract her from the need for her former best friend‘s man, she could use technology to her advantage.
A few minutes later, just past 11 p.m., she picked up her phone and searched for the best dating apps.
After settling on one, she created a profile and filled in the required information.
None of the pictures she had on her phone were quite right, so she snapped a few new, flirty pictures.
She was trying to attract a Daddy-type so why not play up the innocent little girl effect?
It was after 12 p.m. by the time she was done with the impromptu photo session.
She was not concerned about being at work in a few hours.
She was having too much fun.
Finally, she settled on a picture of her wearing a pink outfit resembling a slutty school uniform. Her hair was done up in two ponytails and she was making a kissy face at the camera. She was leaning over so a healthy portion of her breasts were on display.
She couldn’t help but think she looked very much like Cherry in the photo.
She uploaded it and finished up her profile by letting her prospects know what she was looking for in a man.
I am looking for an older Daddy to give me cuddles and kisses and lots and lots of cummies ;).
Satisfied, she clicked the submit button and went to clean off her makeup and start her nighttime routine.
Climbing into bed she realized her phone was repeatedly buzzing with notifications.
Barely half an hour had passed yet she already had hundreds of matches from potential Daddies looking to date her.
She was excited, but couldn’t investigate further until the next morning.
With a smile on her face, she turned off the lamp and settled under her covers.
Chapter 12
Show you a good time
Trixie was very busy the following day.
She’d tried to sneak a peek at the dating app, but customers and co-workers kept pulling her in so many different directions she couldn’t read any of the profiles she was matched with until later that night.
She was almost trembling with excitement but the feeling waned as she moved her finger over the lit screen.
Despite the hundreds of matches and messages men had sent her, she was disappointed.
Her finger kept swiping left instantly rejecting them one after another.
This one was too fat and with a big nose.
The other was too short and bald.
The next didn’t speak proper English and had an atrocious sense of style.
The list went on and on.
Too polite, too creepy, too young, too ugly, too skinny.
None of them were good enough. None of them were Atlas.
But Atlas was out of her reach and she was going crazy trying to sate the untamable lust burning in her loins.
So she kept looking and eventually, she found one guy worth dating.
She read the details on his profile.
Brent Reynolds.
Age: 46
Height: 5’9”
He was a music producer, divorced and had a kid. He liked hiking, anything that spiked his adrenaline and working out.
His picture showed kind eyes and a body that testified to his ac
tive lifestyle.
Despite all this impressive stuff, she noticed he had a small scar on his right cheek that she did not find appealing.
At the rate she was dismissing these men, however, she’d never find a Daddy. So, trying not to overthink this man’s characteristics like she had with all the others, Trixie sent him a quick message.
She was in bed and had planned on going to sleep in a few minutes when her phone buzzed with a reply from Brent, it derailed her plans as she leaned over instinctively and picked up the device.
Thirty minutes later, it was settled.
She had a date that weekend.
Trixie met Brent at a stylish Tapas bar in the glitzy part of the city.
He was an okay-looking man with dark hair thinning at the top. There were a few wrinkles on his forehead and his hands. He walked with a slight limp and his smile was crooked.
His picture had shown a much younger-looking man. Trixie was taken by surprise when they first met and she almost walked out. His stomach definitely was not as flat as he’d made it seem on his profile. She felt like she’d been scammed.
Still, she decided to give him a chance. She was getting a free meal out of it, after all.
Things didn’t seem as bad as she’d imagined after they were seated and they’d had a few glasses of sangria.
Brent was a perfect gentleman up to that point, holding doors open for her and holding out her chair. He had no qualms about flashing the fact that he came from money and she was pleased with his tastes.
An array of small plates were brought to their table. Garlic shrimp, meatballs with sauce, chorizo sausages, potato omelet, deep-fried baby octopus. One after another, tasty treats came to the table which went down easily with the wine cocktail.
Trixie should have been having a good time, especially since this man wasn’t shy about lavishing her with compliments and looking at her adoringly.
She’d lost count of how many times he’d called her beautiful and told her how lucky he was to be on a date with her.
He was a good catch despite her initial assessment.
Still, Trixie couldn’t help but size him up against Atlas.
Brent was boring and stale compared to Cherry’s Daddy.
At the thought, she quickly lost the small amount of enthusiasm that had built up during the date.
Though it was still early in the evening, all she wanted to do was go home to her warm bed and mope.
Why couldn’t she have found Atlas instead of Cherry? That girl probably had no idea how lucky she was to have him!
Life was so unfair!
Brent was speaking, but she had no idea what he was saying as she forked her food distractedly.
“Trixie.”
She looked up hearing her name and met Brent's disappointed look.
“You're not having a good time, are you? You're not even listening to what I'm saying.” Brent said.
“Oh no, that's not it. I’m having a great time. I’m just a bit tired. It was a long day at work,” Trixie lied hoping it was convincing so as not to hurt the man's feelings.
While she had no interest in going on another date with him, she didn’t want to be a bitch.
He considered her for several moments.
Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He dug through it under the table then slid something across the surface to her.
Money. A thick wad of folded bills. She looked at them, then looked at him brows furrowed.
He stared her dead in the eye and said, “Look, I only came on this date because I needed a good lay and you looked like you’d be down for it. So, let's cut to the chase. Take this and let's go to a hotel room. I already have one booked. We’ll both leave happy. I’ll be relaxed and you’ll be richer.”
Trixie’s jaw dropped.
“I’m not a whore!” she shouted, attracting shocked looks and gasps from around the restaurant.
She pulled the money from under his hand and threw it in his face. Her eyes widened for a moment once she realized just how much cash he’d been prepared to give her.
“Shh!” Brent tried to hush her up. “Can you keep it down? Jeez!”
He turned to the gawking patrons, “She's just had a little too much to drink.” He said trying to appease the onlooking audience.
Thoroughly repulsed by this man, Trixie said, “You’re a pig. You disgust me.”
She picked up her glass and threw her drink his face.
“What the heck? Are you crazy?” Brent yelled as the cold burgundy liquid drenched him.
He got up abruptly. knocking a few of the dishes off the table. They landed on the floor with a loud crash.
Pleased with his dramatic reaction and the giggles she elicited from a few young women nearby, Trixie got up and left.
She stopped, turned around, stomped back to the table and picked up some of the money.
The least the lewd old man could do after insulting her was pay her cab fare.
Moments later, the cool air greeted her as she exited the building.
Well, that was a bust, Trixie thought and hailed an upcoming taxi.
Comfy in the back of the car, she got back onto the dating app and minutes later booked another date for the following evening. This guy seemed a lot better.
That night she’d tried ramming herself repeatedly with her ribbed dildo to work off the frustration of the failed evening.
Atlas played the starring role in her fantasies.
She came hard twice before calling it a night and snuggling under the covers.
Her mind couldn’t seem to settle though. It alternated between her upcoming date and Atlas.
Her next date was decidedly better as Trixie and her potential Daddy actually had chemistry this time.
His name was Avi, a sharply-dressed man in his early forties with a shiny bald head and well-kept a beard.
An investment banker with sand-colored skin and sparkling, seductive eyes, he made the outing fun by taking her to an eclectic bar where they had several drinks and laughed at his continuous drill of witty jokes.
Pretty soon they were making out and things were getting hot and heavy. Things only got steamier when they got back to his place where they both fell onto the couch, tongues shoved down each other's throats.
Everything came to a screeching halt when she noticed a picture of a woman and two young children. He stood behind them and they all appeared to be one big happy family.
She scanned the room and found other similar pictures.
“You’re married?” she asked, though she already knew the answer.
“Oh, yeah,” said Avi.
He continued kissing her neck as if cheating on his wife was commonplace.
Trixie pushed him off and stood. He fell to the floor with the abrupt motion then blinked up at her bewildered.
“You never told me you were married! I’m not a homewrecker!” she screamed.
Grabbing her bag, she hightailed it outside.
She pulled out her phone and summoned a car.
Dating apps were not as glamorous as people had made it seem. So far all it had done was make her want Atlas more.
Chapter 13
Don’t call me Daddy
A light went off in Trixie’s head two days later while tidying up her two-bedroom apartment.
She could look up Cherry on social media!
While Trixie was not one to waste her time on such things, Cherry had always been the type to keep her friends and family updated on her every move. She liked portraying an extravagant lifestyle though she’d never had one. Trixie couldn’t see her changing, especially now that the girl had something entirely worthy of flaunting.
Trixie was astounded she hadn’t thought of it before. She opened her laptop and logged in.
A quick search yielded the result Trixie wanted, and she quickly tapped on Cherry’s profile.
She didn’t spend much time perusing the images showing Cherry posing in exotic locations.
That post lead directly to his profile.
At the first sight of his picture, she sighed.
Finally, she’d found him!
Trixie ate up every bit of information she could on the older man.
He was indeed highly successful. Investments, consultations, mergers, acquisitions.
He traveled a lot too. There were videos of him on adventures all around the world. Cherry was in some of them. Trixie didn’t spend much time on those.
She discovered Atlas was a bit of a daredevil. He rock climbed, bungee jumped and snowboarded in places she’d only dreamed of visiting.
Looking at all the pictures posted of him, ignoring the other women in them, especially those with Cherry, she concentrated on his face and body.
When she’d consumed all there was about him on the website, she scoured the rest of the internet now armed more information.
He’d been interviewed many times by the media. There were many videos, podcasts, and articles about him, his business and his affluent lifestyle.
She watched every video, listened to every second and read every word.
She looked up his address, but it was private.
Still, her investigations were not in vain. His workplace, it turned out, was close to hers.
What luck!
She sat back with a satisfied sigh, and her young mind began to plot and scheme.
The next day, Trixie was on her lunch break standing outside Atlas’s office building.
She contemplated going up to his office and asking to speak with him, but that would likely have shown desperation. Not quite the image she wanted him to have of her.
So, she remained outside the building the full hour, hoping to at least catch a glimpse of him.
Her ears perked up every time she heard a voice that sounded vaguely like his. Her vision sharpened every time she saw someone who had a feature that reminded her of him. She even thought she’d smelled his cologne at one point.
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