A Rare Treat... My Gift

Daddy's POV:

It's was a rare treat of a night, maybe it was a special celebration, but I’ve no idea what for, but both of my girls more than deserve a night out, they both work hard and don’t get out often, and are both good girls, and so what better way, for them, and for me, than to have them spend it together.

So, I arrange, as best I can, while still keeping an element of mystery. I researched a bar, just around the corner from my baby girl’s place, one which I’m sure she’s told me she’s been to before, and tell her to be there at 7.30 in the evening.

To her gift, I give her the name of the bar, its location, and detailed instructions on how to get there, knowing she’s nervous about travelling alone in London. Then I tell her what to wear. A simple, sheer white top, that would just show enough of the white lace beneath it, a mid thigh straight skirt, that was tight enough to accentuate the generous curve of her behind, which I know is much appreciated, while enabling as much access as would be wanted, finished with some black tights, thin enough for the depth of their colour to be more than broken by the pale skin of her thigh. I then sent her on her way, with a letter I’d given her, to give to the women she met there, she’d know who she was …...

Dear Baby girl,

Accompanying this note, your gift, for you, this night. You both deserve some fun, so why not?

I hope you like the way I’ve presented her for you, I suspect you will. As ever, use your natural authority and allow your desires full reign, I’ve told her to be a good girl, as ever.

Just get her back to me safely, by midnight, with a full account of all you’ve done, and Daddy will more than reward you for your endeavours, not that I suspect you will find them a hardship.

Have fun and enjoy!

Your's, Daddy x

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Baby Girls' POV:

Dear Daddy,

My account of our evening together, accompanied with my gift, whom I have returned home safely to you, as requested, and by midnight as asked. I dropped her to your door, in a taxi, watched her enter your home, and greet you through the living room window, as I wanted her to feel safe getting in, and I wanted to know she was safely home and in your arms, and then I left in the same taxi home, myself.

My gift arrived promptly at 7:30 pm, to see me waiting for her in the restaurant/bar called The Exhibit. I was perched on a stool at the bar. I wore a black chiffon blouse, with silver buttons down the front, 4 of which where open and revealing a black lace spaghetti strap top underneath, with white linen trousers and a black, very slight healed open toe sandal. The venue is only 15 minutes from your baby girls home, Daddy, and a nice choice of setting too! We have been there ourselves, one lunchtime meet and sat outside in the sunshine!

I was excited, as you had said you were sending me a gift that evening, but had said nothing else, apart from, be at this particular location at 7:30. My not realising, nor thinking for one minute, that it would actually be my Beautiful Gift, you would bestow upon me.

As she opened the door to the establishment and walked in, I spotted her immediately through the crowd and waved her over to me, smiling in delight. She looked gorgeously sexy and very easy on the eye in what you had chosen for her to wear, and smelled luscious as I pulled her into me to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, as I greeted her.

‘Hello Beautiful, you can call me Zia, I hope you had a pleasant journey here?’.

She responded, saying; ‘I did thank you, though I’m always nervous travelling alone In London! Are you who I’m supposed to meet here then? As I know nothing but location, time and that the woman I am to meet would know who I was!’.

I express, ‘I am who you are intended to meet this evening, Yaz! You can relax, you are in good hands and safe with me’.

‘Oh, then I am to give you this’, she says. As she hands me the note, Daddy had given to her.

I read it carefully, fold it back up, and put it in my trouser pocket. Whilst I order us some drinks and nibbley foods of her choice for us both, my treat, I smile at her and pay.

She smiles back, still a tad nervous.

We find seats, a booth to sit in, our drinks and nibbles arrive promptly.

We chat over both, breaking more ice between us, and eventually, the conversation is easily flowing about most things in a light-hearted nature.

I thank her for meeting me, expressing to her that 'this is nice, and something I have longed to do'.

She smiles at me.

Then asks me, ‘why?’.

‘Your husband, my Daddy... wanted you and I to have some girls fun together tonight! So I’m going to show you what your hubby means by that, if that’s okay with you, Yaz?’

After a small pause, she says... ‘it is, iv been told to be a good girl and enjoy this!’ She smiles very coyly.

‘Good, because in our doing so, you will ultimately please him and me. You will leave me at the end of tonight, feeling every bit the gorgeous woman you are, and you’ll want to share all about your evening with your hubby. Will you do that for me please, Yaz? It’s important you do! I want you to make him a part of all your body will feel here whilst with me tonight, you’ve been gifted to his baby girl, for this night only. He will be awaiting your safe return and to hear how your night played out, pun, intended!’. I smile.

'I will share all with him'. She states.

‘Good, now come sit next to me, and let’s enjoy this time we have, that he has given to us, as much for him as well. Let’s do so, over this food and drink. Once done, I’d love to take you to the dance floor with me. We both need to let our hair down and let our body’s go to the music’.

Looking into her eyes, drawing hers into mine, I smile, telling her; ‘he chose well of your outfit for me, you look absolutely stunning tonight Yaz!’. I smile.

Her cheeks flush slightly. As my fingers brush gently over her cheek, cupping her chin and tilting her head to mine. I kiss her gently and long on the lips, occasionally with little light butterfly kisses, over her jaw line and down her neck and onto her clavicle, until I feel her succumb, breath deeply and relax into me and my touch of her.

‘Close your eyes beautiful, forget everyone else, your safe, and in a place where no one is bothered, what we are doing’.

In that moment, it was like I’d flicked a switch in her. She melted into the affections I was showing her and started to kiss me back, in the same gentle ways.

Mmmm, her lips are very soft and slim, but very kissable, like yours are full and lush, Daddy!

We parted kissing, smiled, then laughed a little, at the clear excitement we both felt doing that, and her expressed and slight shock, that she was in fact, enjoying the evening and our exchange thus far.

We finished our food and headed with our drinks to the dance floor. A number we could both dance and sing along too. That dance floor held us both for a while, with a few similar songs, some we could dance closer together to, as women sometimes do. As we did so, I luxuriated in her body as it rubbed up close to mine, my erect nipples catching her own through the friction the materials created, her warm skirt clad pussy pressed against my thigh, my hand around her hips, guiding her to the rhythm of the music playing around us.

Daddy, it was mesmerising watching her let herself go, as if nobody was watching, her enjoyment and arousal lit up in her eyes, and on her smiling face. Until we both wanted another drink, both of us thirsty from the heat rediating between us and our need for the ladies' room.

This is where I gave her the first task and choice that

‘She could slip her tights and panties off from under her skirt, then put back on her tights, and hand her nix to me as we both walked back out of the ladies. Or, she could wait till we had ordered drinks, and where sat back in our booth, where she could then slip them both off under the table, bag her tights for later on, and slide her nix to me, across the table’.

Seems I may have gotten to her Daddy. As she chose the latter, like a brave good girl! Taking them up from the table top, I cup them in my hand and raise them to my nose, breathing her in deeply. Subtly, so only she can see me doing so.

She immediately became coy, and the pale skin of her cheeks flushed bright red. I pocketed her nix and kissed both her cheeks, telling her;

‘You smell divinely arousing, and your shyness only makes me want you all the more Yaz’.

She smiles, ever so shyly, bringing her palms up to her face, exclaiming she is hot, though still smiling slightly, it seems she is playing to my tune, and quietly liking what I am saying to her!

A couple more drinks and dances later, and we are both beat by it, both hot and sticky, and return to our booth briefly. It’s pretty secluded at the back of the venue, where we are sat, we can see the entire layout of the venue in front of us both, and have a fire exit close by too, which I like.

She sits back next to me, seeming to like the closeness of us, as much as I’m enjoying it. I pull her into my arms, close to me, our breasts touching through our thin silky clothing atop, cupping each other’s faces with hands, my other one roaming the curve of her ample and yielding bottom in that skirt you chose, mmm most definitely appreciated Daddy. Slipping in between her bare, but still warm from all the dancing, thighs, and up to her sweet wet spot.

Mmmm, Daddy, she felt amazing there, so warm, silky, wet, and inviting. Hers and my own arousal, evident in the air between us then!

She ‘gasps’, then ‘sighs out a little whimper’, me sensing her body has succumb to me, as she rests her head on my shoulder, her arm round my neck. I take her in that moment, and she lets go, her body beaded with a fine sweat. That was the first time she came by your baby girls hand. The other of her own, covering her mouth to quieten her moaning aloud. Afterwards, she rested in my arms for a bit, us both regaining our composure and steadying our breathing. We chatted playfully while finishing the last of our drinks as I ordered an Uber. Time was getting on, at already 10:45pm. The evening with her had gone so quickly, but had been so enjoyable getting to know more about my gift, our good girl!

We got our stuff together, put our coats on, and waited outside in the courtyard for the cab, both of us even more hot and sticky. But I still had her huddled close in front of me, holding her around her waist. The car arrived at 11:05 p.m., 8 minutes after ordering it.

A black Lexus, spacious, tinted windows, and a darkened screen between the driver and us, perfect i thought to myself. I held her hand, checked the car registration and the face of the driver, and that it matched the Uber app. We got in, and both greeted the driver, I confirmed my name and destination.

Then she was all mine again till I dropped her back to you!

I could see Yaz was relaxed, and she was still engaging with me, with her eyes. So I tapped the seat, for her to come closer, pulled her into me, and kissed her passionately. This time, our tongues explored, she kissed me with an eagerness for more.

‘Lay back on the seat and spread your legs, please Yaz, you are going to come in my mouth tonight, only when I tell you too, and not before, okay?’.

‘Okay, I understand’. She says, smiling broadly now.

I push her skirt up to her hips, and I can smell her sweet scent of arousal, so much more, mixed with her body heat there. I place my mouth over her sopping wet cunt and allow my tongue to circle her swollen clit and then slip down into her hole, my tongue cupping up her flavour there, just as I slip two fingers deep inside her, building a connection and tempo she could enjoy.

She moans out into the cab and begins thrusting her hips shortly afterwards, so her pretty pussy meets my hand and mouth with each movement she makes. I lift her legs over my shoulders and begin kissing and nibbling the inside of her thighs. I love her like this, I can enjoy more of her like this... her looking so open, bared and vulnerable to me, as what she is feeling begins to overwhelm her body before me.

Mmmm, I love her little moans of pleasure! They make my own pussy twitch with delicious delight!

I reach up, running my hand over her tummy, circling her cute naval, then up to her chest. But I feel her falter a little in her movements below. So laying my palm flat in the middle of her chest, and raising myself up from between her legs with my other hand, so our eyes meet, and so she can see my face, in the dim light of the taxi, I tell her;

‘It’s okay, Yaz. I know what happened to you with the cancer. You don’t need to be fearful of it in any way here with me, nor of what I’ll think, as it doesn’t define you or your body to me. To me, you are still a very beautiful woman, with an even more beautiful scar that tells its own story. Wear it with pride, Yaz, for it's also a part of you that deserves to be touched, adored, and loved on... If I may, and only with your permission? I’d like to caress and kiss you gently there, to enjoy and taste all of the gorgeous woman you are, in all your entirety, May I Yaz?’ .

The alarm on her face quietens, her breathing returns and steadies itself, her eyes soften and stare deeply into mine, my hand unmoved in the middle of her chest, I can feel her heart beating to its left. Until she quietly utters to me, ‘you may Zia’.

I thank her, reaching up and kissing her gently but passionately on her lips, keeping my hand in the middle of her chest underneath her blouse. Kissing down her neck, over her clavicle, lifting her top, and kissing onto her chest, gentle butterfly kisses on and over her scar there, as she inhales deeply, and exhales slowly, allowing herself to feel me there, as my hand moves to cup her and gently flick over, with my index finger, her nipple, as I bring my mouth to it, and suck and swirl my tongue over it.

‘Mmmm, so brave and beautiful is my gift tonight... are you okay for me to continue Yaz?’ I ask.

‘Yes, please do!’ She expresses.

‘Good girl, lay back again for me, please. I’m going to make you cum now, as we are nearing your home, and I want you a sated, exhilarated and beautiful mess, when your hubby/my Daddy sees you on your return to him’.

She exhales deeply, as one hand is caressing her breasts, her leg over my shoulder, as the other is spread eagled to my right, my other hands two, then 3 fingers, deep within her flooding warm pussy. Her back arching, her moans of pleasure once again filling the cab with our ebb & flow of movement and excitement. Her desire is now imminent. She is so close now, her breathing ragged, her tidy hair, now a beautiful blond mess around her head, her head tilts, her back arches again, and I hear her say out loud, ‘Fuck me, Zia”.

And like putty in my hands, she melts into me with a moaning that rumbles from deep within her, her climax making her body tremble, creating a fine bead of sweat on all her naked parts visible to me, and she comes, she lets go, her juices covering my hand, and the back seat of the car, she is looking elated, spent, and a fabulous mess right now!

We kiss leisurely as we both calm a little, holding her in my arms now. I tell her, ‘thank you for this night, you were an absolute pleasure to be with Yaz, I take it you have enjoyed our time together? ...albeit unexpected!’ I smile.

‘I have, thank you, Zia!’ She smiles a knowing smile.

I smile back at her again then, that knowing one of the fact that we both just enjoyed that, as much as you now will reading this account!

‘We are 5 minutes away now, Yaz! Give me your tights from your bag, please, beautiful, then straighten the top half of your clothing for me, please. I shall do the lower half for you, once I’ve tied my Daddy’s note and a small blue butterfly, as a token of appreciation, a gift from his baby girl, to your still wet and kissable inner thigh. A bow, with your sheer black tights. So pretty, he will love it!’.

I complete the note for you, and sign off....

Thank you for this night, for my amazingly brave and very sexy gift, for allowing me this desire fulfilled. I have immensely enjoyed all of her, and I believe she has had fun and enjoyed herself as much as you wanted us both too!

I’m returning her to you as my gifted beautiful mess! (Smiley face)

Enjoy her recalling of it, as I asked that she does so, for us both!

Thank you, Daddy

Much love

Your Babygirl X

Your note/gift is now tied to the top of her inner thigh, and her skirt pulled back down properly. We pull up outside yours.

We say our goodbyes, hug each other tighter than our initial greeting at the beginning of the night, kiss each other’s cheeks. She gets out of the cab and closes the car door. Waves goodbye and enters the front door of your home.

I wait a bit outside yours in the cab. And send you a text to your phone.....

She is home safe, just in the door now. She has a gift for you under her skirt. Please remove it with your mouth and enjoy her sexual musky scent for yourself too, Daddy!

P.S. I have her nix in my pocket still. You can take her nix from your good girls mouth, the next time we meet up, smiling mmm x.