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For the next few days Gwen and I only had a couple of opportunities for mischief, mostly just a few minutes of cuddling, kissing and touching. When her mother was up and around in the house, we behaved as we should have, normal dad/daughter type exchanges. I did catch her one time, on a Saturday morning, downstairs in the basement, leaning over the washing machine, her hair still wet from the shower. I put my hands on her hips and ran both hands up under her t-shirt to play with her boobs, not quite a handful, but with very responsive and large nipples. As I pulled on her nipples, she started to grind her hips back into my cock. I moved my hands down and pushed he shorts down over her sweet round ass. I pushed my hand up between her legs and started stroking her pussy, looking for her clit. As I rubbed her clit, she stiffed and gasped cumming very quickly.
I pulled my hand back and licked my fingers, tasting her essence. I stepped back and looked at her, laying forward on the washer with her shorts down around her knees, white baggy type socks, and her t-shirt pushed up to her shoulders, wishing I could take a picture and frame it on the wall. Pure eroticism. "Get dressed girl if you want to go to the mall with me".
She looked back over her shoulder and smiled her wicked little smile "Cool". She pulled up her shorts and ran up the stairs.
10 minutes later we were in the car, headed for the mall. She had changed clothes, wearing a short (i mean short short) jeans skirt with a very tight "wife beater" shirt, cropped just below the bottom of her boobs (no bra!) and sandals. Gwen wasn't very tall, about 5 ft nothing, not skinny or slender, she had a little bit of a round tummy between the top of her skirt and the bottom of the shirt. On the other hand, I am 6ft 4 and about 300lbs.. I carried a little extra weight in my gut, but also had a lot of muscle. I was wearing your basic cargo shorts, t-shirt and old comfortable pair of sneakers.
We pulled into the mall parking lot near Sears. I needed some guy stuff, new drill, tape measure, nothing too dangerous, but a good testosterone fix.
I knew Gwen had wanted some new shoes, so I thought we would just walk the mall first and catch my stuff on the way out. I was used to Gwen running around the house with out much on and really had not anticipated the effect that she would have on all the males in the mall. When we walked in, heads started turning, jaws dropped and drool started pooling on the floor. The name l****a seemed to be flashing in all the lights. She looked at me and grinned. She knew exactly what she was doing.
We window shopped and talked about what we saw until we got to one of the trendy shoe stores. I decided to sit while she looked at shoes. A young man walked up to me and asked if he could help, I told him to get whatever the little blond girl wanted and his face lit up.. Gwen stopped at the wall display of shoes, directly in front of me, and decided to look at a pair on th bottom row. rather than bend her knees in a lady-like fashion, she bent straight at the him to pick up some kind of a black boot with straps and buckles and a price tag to match. But that was not what got my attention at first. Her skirt was short. very veryvery short. when she bent over at the waist with her legs straight, the skirt pulled half way up her ass, and it became immeciately obvious that she was not wearing anything under it. She looked back at me from between her legs and grinned her nasty little grin. Thank God there was some kind of a display on either side of her, because she picked up the boot with one hand, she ran her other hand up the inside of her leg and dipped her middle finger in and out of her pussy a couple of times. She straightened up and walked back to where I sat, and ran her finger under my nose. "like the way it smells" she had a very small smile just for me. She sat down and crossed her legs. The young man asked her what size and she said she wasn't sure. He pulled one of those stools around and got out the shoe size thing. When he put it on the slant part of the stool, Gwen put her foot on it and opened up her legs. He got an eye full of blond twat and started to stutter. He finally regained his composure enough to measure her foot, got up and almost ran to the stockroom holding the boot in front of his crotch. Gwen just giggled.
I reached over and took her hand and said "That is enough of that missy. The poor boy is about to cum in his pants"!
She leaned toward me "That's the idea".
He came back out of the stockroom with a large shoebox and sat down in front of her, concentrating on getting the box open and taking out the boots. He reached over and grabbed a little footie thing for her to slip on he foot. She slid her foot up for him to put the footie on and his hands were shaking so badly that he could barely figure out how to put it on. He held it open and Gwen wiggled her foot into it. Once it was on, she slipped her foot between his hands and ran her toes up the inside of his leg, resting her foot on his bulge and rubbing it up and down. His face froze and he acted like he was paralyzed.
I leaned over and whispered "stop that, leave the boy alone, or no boots!" She looked at me out of the corner of her eyes and stuck her tongue out at me through the corner of her mouth. She put her foot back down. after a few minutes he had regained his composure and helped her slip the boot on. Gwen pronounced it a good fit and asked if she could have them, I just shook my head and gave the young man my credit card. "She can sign for it". I waited until he carried the box back up to the register and made some adjustments in my shorts !!!!***. I walked out of the store to wait for my little l****a.
I pulled my hand back and licked my fingers, tasting her essence. I stepped back and looked at her, laying forward on the washer with her shorts down around her knees, white baggy type socks, and her t-shirt pushed up to her shoulders, wishing I could take a picture and frame it on the wall. Pure eroticism. "Get dressed girl if you want to go to the mall with me".
She looked back over her shoulder and smiled her wicked little smile "Cool". She pulled up her shorts and ran up the stairs.
10 minutes later we were in the car, headed for the mall. She had changed clothes, wearing a short (i mean short short) jeans skirt with a very tight "wife beater" shirt, cropped just below the bottom of her boobs (no bra!) and sandals. Gwen wasn't very tall, about 5 ft nothing, not skinny or slender, she had a little bit of a round tummy between the top of her skirt and the bottom of the shirt. On the other hand, I am 6ft 4 and about 300lbs.. I carried a little extra weight in my gut, but also had a lot of muscle. I was wearing your basic cargo shorts, t-shirt and old comfortable pair of sneakers.
We pulled into the mall parking lot near Sears. I needed some guy stuff, new drill, tape measure, nothing too dangerous, but a good testosterone fix.
I knew Gwen had wanted some new shoes, so I thought we would just walk the mall first and catch my stuff on the way out. I was used to Gwen running around the house with out much on and really had not anticipated the effect that she would have on all the males in the mall. When we walked in, heads started turning, jaws dropped and drool started pooling on the floor. The name l****a seemed to be flashing in all the lights. She looked at me and grinned. She knew exactly what she was doing.
We window shopped and talked about what we saw until we got to one of the trendy shoe stores. I decided to sit while she looked at shoes. A young man walked up to me and asked if he could help, I told him to get whatever the little blond girl wanted and his face lit up.. Gwen stopped at the wall display of shoes, directly in front of me, and decided to look at a pair on th bottom row. rather than bend her knees in a lady-like fashion, she bent straight at the him to pick up some kind of a black boot with straps and buckles and a price tag to match. But that was not what got my attention at first. Her skirt was short. very veryvery short. when she bent over at the waist with her legs straight, the skirt pulled half way up her ass, and it became immeciately obvious that she was not wearing anything under it. She looked back at me from between her legs and grinned her nasty little grin. Thank God there was some kind of a display on either side of her, because she picked up the boot with one hand, she ran her other hand up the inside of her leg and dipped her middle finger in and out of her pussy a couple of times. She straightened up and walked back to where I sat, and ran her finger under my nose. "like the way it smells" she had a very small smile just for me. She sat down and crossed her legs. The young man asked her what size and she said she wasn't sure. He pulled one of those stools around and got out the shoe size thing. When he put it on the slant part of the stool, Gwen put her foot on it and opened up her legs. He got an eye full of blond twat and started to stutter. He finally regained his composure enough to measure her foot, got up and almost ran to the stockroom holding the boot in front of his crotch. Gwen just giggled.
I reached over and took her hand and said "That is enough of that missy. The poor boy is about to cum in his pants"!
She leaned toward me "That's the idea".
He came back out of the stockroom with a large shoebox and sat down in front of her, concentrating on getting the box open and taking out the boots. He reached over and grabbed a little footie thing for her to slip on he foot. She slid her foot up for him to put the footie on and his hands were shaking so badly that he could barely figure out how to put it on. He held it open and Gwen wiggled her foot into it. Once it was on, she slipped her foot between his hands and ran her toes up the inside of his leg, resting her foot on his bulge and rubbing it up and down. His face froze and he acted like he was paralyzed.
I leaned over and whispered "stop that, leave the boy alone, or no boots!" She looked at me out of the corner of her eyes and stuck her tongue out at me through the corner of her mouth. She put her foot back down. after a few minutes he had regained his composure and helped her slip the boot on. Gwen pronounced it a good fit and asked if she could have them, I just shook my head and gave the young man my credit card. "She can sign for it". I waited until he carried the box back up to the register and made some adjustments in my shorts !!!!***. I walked out of the store to wait for my little l****a.
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