Friday, 4 March 2016

Friday, March 04, 2016 -

Daddy's Clever Little Girl

by Rose St. Andrews
Published: Jan 19, 2016
Words: 29,914
Category: ageplay, romance
Orientation: M/F
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Chapter One

Josh was worn out. He'd had a long day, on top of a long hard week, but what choice did he have? Not only was he a college professor, he was a popular one, which meant his classes were almost always full. This night, he had a huge pile of papers to grade, and it was already quite late. Josh knew that as the cleaning lady had arrived.

She only came by after midnight.

Sitting there, he shifted in his chair (his butt was going to sleep), stretched his back, and rubbed the back of his neck. He groaned at the sight of the number of tests still to grade. That was the thing about physics, it didn't lend itself to a multiple choice test, and that made grading long and tedious. He was going to need more coffee.

Rising from his desk in the main auditorium, the place most of his classes were held (owing to their large size), he shuffled down the main aisle, out the double doors at the end, and made his way to the break room. He cringed at the cup of sludge the so-called coffee machine produced.

God, this stuff'll either keep me awake or embalm me! Oh what I'd give for a really decent cup of coffee.

Heading back to the class room, he managed a small smile. There was a lovely aroma in the air, and it wasn't the vile drink in his hand. It was perfume. No, not perfume, it was merely a fresh and clean woman. It was the cleaning woman.

His smile grew bigger as he reached his desk. She was there now, her cart parked at the first row of desks and chairs, and she was cleaning the back row, high up at the back wall. He was surprised by her; she was not the stereotypical cleaning woman: middle aged and Hispanic. No, she was mid twenties, and probably Eastern European, judging by her looks. He'd never actually spoken to her, as she was far too shy to even look him (or anyone else) in the eye. Still, she was quite the lovely little lady - petite, dark hair and eyes, and a firm figure with great curves. She wore jeans that were very snug, and every bend to dust under a table or chair gave him a great view of her toned and plump ass... truly a thing of beauty!

Sitting there, he took another sip of his slime, and actually felt a little refreshed. No, it wasn't from the imitation coffee he was choking down. Just the sight of her, the scent of her simple body lotions and shampoo were enough to give him that all-important energy boost. He felt sure he'd be able to get through all of his work.

A moment later, he opened his eyes to find that he was face down on the table.