by Pepper North
Neil had purchased a slippery slide for his Little girl at the beginning of the summer. The two girls loved it. Thanks to their secluded lots, Olivia and Sophie were able to enjoy the slippery, water slide without having to bother with bathing suits or diapers. The only people that could see them were their Daddies and they were very used to being naked in front of their Daddies.
The two men clinked their longneck bottles of beer and smiled.
“I never thought I’d find her, Neil,” Ethan said with amazement.
“She’s the right one for you according to Sophie,” Neil laughed.
“She is the right one for me,” Ethan confirmed. Their relationship was rock solid. Olivia was an amazing addition to his advertising team. Martin and Sons was still trying to lure her back. Best of all, he was lucky enough to have his Little girl at home and his talented partner in the office. They had created their own private space where he could take care of her totally: changing diapers, bottle feeding, rocking, and even spanking when his Little girl needed it.
Ethan tipped back his beer and polished it off. He stood and shook Neil’s hand. “Thanks for letting us invade. I think Olivia is getting a little sunburnt. I’ll take her for a bath and a nap.”
The other man smiled and nodded. “It’s time for us to head inside, too. Sophie’s tummy was bothering her this morning. I think a warm, soapy enema is just what she needs. She’s so tired now, she’ll go to sleep and it will be able to work during her nap.” He turned and called to his Little girl. “Say goodbye to Olivia, Sophie. It’s time to go inside.”
Twin protests of “no,” filled the air as they tried to convince their Daddies to let them play five more minutes. When the water was turned off and the Little girls were wrapped in thick towels, both were yawning in exhaustion. Their Daddies’ eyes met over their heads and smiled as they picked up their precious bundles.
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For your reading enjoyment, the other age-play stories previously published in this series are:
Zoey: Dr. Richards’ Littles 1
Amy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 2
Carrie: Dr. Richards’ Littles 3
Jake: Dr. Richards’ Littles 4
Angelina: Dr. Richards’ Littles 5
Brad: Dr. Richards’ Littles 6
Charlotte: Dr. Richards’ Littles 7
Sofia and Isabella: Dr. Richards’ Littles 8
Cecily: Dr. Richards’ Littles 9
Tony: Dr. Richards’ Littles 10
Abigail: Dr. Richards’ Littles 11
Madi: Dr. Richards’ Littles 12
Penelope: Dr. Richards’ Littles 13
Christmas with the Littles / Wendy: Dr. Richards Littles 14
Olivia: Dr. Richards’ Littles 15
Coming soon will be more matches from the PLAYTIME dating app and many more lucky age play Littles!
Want to read the story that introduced Neil Patterson and his Little girl, Sophie? They first appeared in Charlotte: Dr. Richards’ Littles. Turn the page to read about Charlotte’s story.
Excerpt from Charlotte: Dr. Richards’ Littles 7
Chapter One
Charlotte stumbled down the stairs of the city bus. She was about 5 blocks from Gordon’s. It was a large department store that only catered to a select clientele. No one could name any people who shopped there. It was a well-guarded secret. Charlotte started walking as she thought about the events that had brought her here.
Charlotte had graduated from a well-known local university one year ago. She had thought that her degree making her a certified designer and decorator would immediately open the doors to several prestigious companies. Unfortunately, those companies were only interested in hiring individuals that were already acquainted with the type of customer that utilized their design services. Charlotte had attended the university thanks to a large endowment from a local charity for high school students raised in foster care. She did not have the family name and background that would allow her to move easily in this elite circle. Her limited wardrobe and lack of designer brand apparel was an immediate red flag to employers searching for a person that would convey an image of wealth and prestige.
When school ended and her free room and board evaporated, Charlotte was forced to accept any job that she could find in the challenging job market. She began working at a large discount store with branches all over the United States. Charlotte thought that she’d be able to distinguish herself by showcasing her talents and be able to climb the ladder of success once she had proven herself. Unfortunately, the store manager was only interested in following the dictates of the national directors.
When Charlotte had daringly redesigned a display in the housewares department, the visiting district manager had blown a gasket. While yelling at the store manager for failing to follow the display regulations, he had thrown his arms out with so much force that he struck a shiny, aluminum skillet launching it across the aisle where it hit a sixty-two-year-old grandma who was walking with a cane. The store manager promptly fired Charlotte when the elderly client filed an injury lawsuit. He also refused to give her a reference and warned her that it would be a good idea to never list her job at the store on her resume. She took this wise advice.
Unfortunately, now Charlotte was faced with a gap in her resume and no current references. It also appeared that the store manager had spread the word that she was a rogue employee, and no one would hire her. She’d lost her apartment last week and her meager belongings consisting of a sleeping bag, a rolling suitcase and her portfolio had found a temporary home in the unfinished basement of a former classmate’s home. She would have to leave that sparse space soon. The classmate was beginning to drop hints that she was in the way.
Charlotte had found a listing for a cashier at Gordon’s. When she contacted the phone number listed, she had talked to a man with a very, deep voice that sent shivers down her spine. He had given her directions to the store and a temporary passcode to get her in the gate. An employee would meet her there and guide her to his office. As she hung up the phone, Charlotte realized that she did not know the name of the man that had answered the phone. She’d left the contact number and the store name on a tag on her luggage just in case she disappeared, and her classmate bothered to phone the police to report her missing.