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Patrick's Day/Kiss her hand

2015-04-30T09:02:30Z

Wildcard: Created page with 'You seize the opportunity with her hand in yours to swoop into a deep bow and kiss her hand. "A pleasure to meet you Jeanette." "What a gentleman," she says appreciatively. Fo…'

You seize the opportunity with her hand in yours to swoop into a deep bow and kiss her hand.

"A pleasure to meet you Jeanette."

"What a gentleman," she says appreciatively. For the first time you notice she has a soft accent.

*[[Patrick's Day/Ask if she's Japanese|Ask if she's Japanese]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Ask if she's French|Ask if she's French]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Ask her out for lunch|Ask her out for lunch]]

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Patrick's Day/Ask if she's newly married

2015-04-30T07:51:15Z

Wildcard: Created page with '"Newly married?" you venture. "Yeah," she says, stopping her analysis of the tags and furrowing her brow, "How'd you know?" "Lucky guess," you say, "I'm Patrick." you say offer…'

"Newly married?" you venture.

"Yeah," she says, stopping her analysis of the tags and furrowing her brow, "How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess," you say, "I'm Patrick." you say offering your hand.

"Jeanette." she offers, resting her hand delicately in yours.

*[[Patrick's Day/Act like an expert|Act like a crock pot expert]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Kiss her hand|Kiss her hand]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Compliment the ring|Compliment the ring]]

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Patrick's Day/Married brunette

2015-04-30T07:46:44Z

Wildcard: Created page with 'You decide to try to make a move on the married brunette checking out appliances. You circle through the appliances section and observe her. She tosses her hair fitfully as she…'

You decide to try to make a move on the married brunette checking out appliances.

You circle through the appliances section and observe her. She tosses her hair fitfully as she reads the tags. She looks pretty frustrated.

"You look like you could use some help," you say approaching from an angle that gives you a nice peek up her black skirt as she's knelt down and has her purse resting on the ground checking a couple of the cheap crock pots.

"Yeah..." she says trailing off, ignoring you and squinting at the tags on the crock pots.

Looks like it'll take a little more to get her attention.

Do you...

*[[Patrick's Day/Make small talk|Make small talk]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Act like an expert|Act like a crock pot expert]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Ask if she's newly married|Ask if she's newly married]]

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Patrick's Day/Tell her you can see her panties

2015-04-30T07:36:38Z

Wildcard: Created page with '"Hey, um Julia," you say carefully making sure you're looking at her face. "Hmm?" she says still looking through files. "I can, uh... see your panties." you say. "Oh," she sa…'

"Hey, um Julia," you say carefully making sure you're looking at her face.

"Hmm?" she says still looking through files.

"I can, uh... see your panties." you say.

"Oh," she says, quickly shutting her legs and adjusting her skirt below her knees again.

She stops a moment and looks down, her face turning red.

"Thanks," she says meekly.

''Damn''. You're not sure what you expected, but it is what it is.

She gets the file and scoots back to the desk and puts the file on the counter.

"Anything else Mr. Grayson?"

*[[Patrick's Day/No to Julia|No]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Apologize to Julia|Apologize]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Ask what she's doing tonight|Ask what she's doing tonight]]

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Patrick's Day/Ask for Dawson reports

2015-04-30T07:02:21Z

Wildcard: Created page with '"Do you have those Dawson reports?" you ask, as non-nonchalantly as possible. "Oh, of course!" She says, "I completely forgot you needed those. I was supposed to get them to yo…'

"Do you have those Dawson reports?" you ask, as non-nonchalantly as possible.

"Oh, of course!" She says, "I completely forgot you needed those. I was supposed to get them to you sooner, but you looked overworked already. I thought they could wait."

She flashes you an apologetic smile. You grit your teeth. ''More work''.

"Yeah, but I realize it's a pretty important report so I thought I'd see what I could do to push it through," you say.

"Wow, that's really great of you Mr. Grayson," Julia says giving you a warm smile, "Let me go ahead and dig those up for you."

Julia kicks her chair back, sliding a few feet, still facing towards you in her chair. She turns her torso to the left and opens the filing cabinet and starts flipping through slowly. With a start, you realize that her beige skirt rode up over her knees, and as she's leaning over the side of her chair, her legs have ever so slightly spread giving you a clear peek up the skirt of her inner thighs and even catch a glimpse of her panties!

She shifts slightly in her chair and you instinctively whip your head away, and realize you're just looking at the magazines in the empty waiting area.

''Real smooth'', you chastise yourself.

As casually as possible you glance back at Julia.

To your surprise, she seems to be digging even deeper into the back of the filling cabinet, and her left leg is kicked up to offset her balance, spreading her legs wide giving you a wide angle of pure panty shot.

You...

*[[Patrick's Day/Get an eyeful|Get an eyeful]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Look away and wait patiently|Look away and wait patiently]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Tell her you can see her panties|Tell her you can see her panties]]

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Patrick's Day/Go flirt with Julia

2015-04-30T06:39:14Z

Wildcard: Created page with 'You decide that this is too much stress right now. Your mind drifts as you shuffle through the paperwork aimlessly. You're too distracted to concentrate on this shit. Your min…'

You decide that this is too much stress right now. Your mind drifts as you shuffle through the paperwork aimlessly. You're too distracted to concentrate on this shit. Your mind goes back to Julia, the receptionist. You've had a thing for her since she started a few weeks ago. And maybe it's your imagination, but you swear she winks at you whenever she says good morning. ''Fuck this'', you think to yourself.

You think of a good excuse to go talk to her, and make your way over to the front desk.

"Hey Julia," you say.

She turns and gives you a big smile, "How can I help you Mr. Grayson?"

*[[Patrick's Day/See if she knows what boss needs|See if she know what boss needs]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Ask for Dawson reports|Ask for Dawson reports]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Ask what she's doing tonight|Ask what she's doing tonight]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Compliment Julia's hair|Compliment Julia's hair]]

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Patrick's Day/Go to work

2015-04-30T06:25:11Z

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You decide to do the responsible thing and go to work. You have a lot of work that needs to be done by the end of the week so it's probably best not to skip out, as much as you'd like to. Traffic is terrible, and you get to work 10 minutes late. You wave to the receptionist Julia. You can't help but check her out as you pass. Her brunette hair falls over her shoulders in waves, framing her pert, bright red lips and square framed glasses. She's wearing a white ruffled women's dress shirt, the top button undone giving just a hint of cleavage. Her straight beige skirt goes just past her knees, and you spot shiny black heels, probably two inches.

You get to your desk and turn your computer on, reading over emails. Gary stops by and tries to tell you his exploits from last night, but you brush him off. "Oh right," he says as he leaves, "The boss wants you in her office."

He smirks and walks off.

"Dick," you breathe to yourself.

You look over the stacks of paperwork that need to be done.

You...

*[[Patrick's Day/Go to your boss's office|Go to your boss's office]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Start doing paperwork|Start doing paperwork]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Go flirt with Julia|Go flirt with Julia]]

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Patrick's Day/Go to work

2015-04-30T06:23:33Z

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You decide to do the responsible thing and go to work. You have a lot of work that needs to be done by the end of the week so it's probably best not to skip out, as much as you'd like to. Traffic is terrible, and you get to work 10 minutes late. You wave to the receptionist Julia. You can't help but check her out as you pass. Her brunette hair falls over her shoulders in waves, framing her pert, bright red lips and square framed glasses. She's wearing a white ruffled women's dress shirt, the top button undone giving just a hint of cleavage. Her straight beige skirt goes just past her knees, and you spot shiny black heels, probably two inches.

You get to your desk and turn your computer on, reading over emails. Gary stops by and tries to tell you his exploits from last night, but you brush him off. "Oh right," he says as he leaves, "The boss wants you in her office."

He smirks and walks off.

"Dick," you breathe to yourself.

You look over the stacks of paperwork that need to be done.

You...

*[[Patrick's Day/Go to your boss's office|Go to your boss's office]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Start doing paperwork|Start doing paperwork]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Go talk to Julia|Go talk to Julia]]

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Patrick's Day/Leave for work from breakfast

2015-04-30T06:22:45Z

Wildcard: Created page with 'Clearing your throat, you excuse yourself from breakfast and give your wife a quick peck of a kiss. You grab your car keys from the key rack by the door. Stepping outside, you n…'

Clearing your throat, you excuse yourself from breakfast and give your wife a quick peck of a kiss.

You grab your car keys from the key rack by the door. Stepping outside, you notice it's a gorgeous day. Blue skies and warm. You hop in your black 2013 BMW. You drum your fingers on your steering wheel. You're supposed to go to work. But you're frustrated.

You...

*[[Patrick's Day/Go to work|Go to work]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Go to the mall|Go to the mall]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Go to the park|Go to the park]]

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Patrick's Day/Go to breakfast

2015-04-30T06:21:12Z

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You make your way downstairs. You enter the kitchen and see your wife, now wearing yoga pants and a baby blue tank top, finishing breakfast. Your son Shawn is already at the table. He's a bit of a nerd, but you don't hold that against him. He's got a shaggy brown mop of hair and thick prescription glasses.

As you walk in, you think he may be checking out his mother's ass. You think about saying something, but check it out yourself. The yoga pants hug the curves of her ass perfectly. You're too horny to care if your son is checking out his mom's ass. No harm in looking. And it is magnificent.

You take your seat at the head of the table, clearing your throat as you do so. Shawn jumps noticeably and looks down at the table.

You smirk to yourself, ''knew it''.

Just after you sit down, your daughter Heather walks in. She just recently turned 17, and she's made it very clear that she plans on going her own way. She takes after her older sister really, with the firecracker attitude and defiance of authority. In appearance though, she is completely different, and seems to try as hard as possible to be that way. Her hair is chin length and dyed black with streaks of blue and she's wearing grey lipstick that makes her full lips look like she's dead. This morning she's wearing a ''My Chemical Romance'' t-shirt that looks like it's more shreds of rags than a shirt. The neckline is ripped away, with one side hanging off her bare shoulder. With a start, you notice her skirt, or nearly lack of. It's a black pleated miniskirt that barely covers the tops of her thighs. As she takes a seat at the table, you quite easily get a peak of her black and red panties. She makes eye contact with you, and then rolls her eyes.

"Breakfast is served," your wife says, setting plates in front of each of the 6 seats. When she sets the plate in front of Heather, she gives you a stern look as if it's your fault she came to the table wearing such a short skirt.

"Heather..." she says in a stern voice.

Heather slams her fists against the table.

"God fucking damnit! What, mom?"

"You know what," your wife says lowering her voice, "get upstairs and put on a decent skirt. We've talked about this."

More than anything, it was Christina who did the talking and Heather did the listening with plenty of eye rolling.

"Fine." Heather said, venom in her voice. She kicked back against the table, turning towards you and then to her feet giving you a long, clear view of her panties before she storms off to her room to change.

*[[Patrick's Day/Continue eating|Continue eating]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Talk to Christina at breakfast|Talk to Christina]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Leave for work from breakfast|Leave for work]]

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Category:Patrick's Day

2015-04-28T09:06:19Z

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Original author: Wildcard

***Editing notes: I'd prefer that no one modify this story while I'm still fleshing out the core. There are a number of plans I have for this story, and I'd hate to have to remove someone's hard work before I'm ready to have additional authors take the story in their own direction.

If do insist on adding to this story, I would request that you do so by adding a new option. There are dozens of choices that a character could make at any given time, it's not difficult to find a good one as a launching point for things taking a turn in the direction you want to explore. Later I'll be adding a character list which can be referenced if you want to assist me in keeping continuity. If a character is tall, don't make them short. Otherwise create a new character and make them your own.

Created 4/26/2015

Patrick: 42 years old. Married to Christina and father to Amelia, Dan, Heather, Shawn, and Anna. Works in an office.

Christina: 39 years old. Wife of Patrick and a stay at home mom.

Beatrice: High school friend of Heather's

Julia: Receptionist at Patrick's office.

***Feedback: If you'd like to ask to collaborate, request specific scenes or scenarios you'd like me to expand on, or just to give suggestions or other feedback, please do so here: [[Patrick's Day/Feedback|Feedback]]

Last edited: 4/28/15

Patrick's Day/Slap her ass

2015-04-28T09:03:44Z

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The temptation is too much. Patrick cocks his arm back and slaps his wife's ass, rewarded with a yelp and a jiggle from her sweet cheeks. She turns and slaps his hand. “You know I don't like it when you do that,” she says, giving him a stern look. He sighs and closes his eyes again. ''Where did I go wrong?'', he thinks.

He feels her lips suddenly on his, warm and soft. It's short and tender, and her eyes are loving, “but I'll forgive you because you're cute.” She turns back to picking up clothes strewn across the room, ignoring him and his now hard cock yet again. A wife who loves him but won't have sex with him. The sexual frustration is excruciating.

*[[Patrick's Day/Slap Christina's ass again|Slap her ass again]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Go back to sleep|Go back to sleep]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Masturbate|Masturbate]]

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Patrick's Day/Feedback

2015-04-28T09:03:21Z

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'''Patrick's Day Feedback'''
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*[[Patrick's Day/Collaboration|Collaboration:]]

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*[[Patrick's Day/Suggestions|Suggestions:]]

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*[[Patrick's Day/General Feedback|General Feedback:]]

[[Category:Patrick's Day|Feedback]]

Patrick's Day/Feedback

2015-04-28T09:02:32Z

Wildcard:

Patrick's Day/Feedback

2015-04-28T08:57:25Z

Wildcard: Created page with '***'''Feedback'''***'

***'''Feedback'''***

Category:Patrick's Day

2015-04-28T08:56:49Z

Wildcard: Created page with 'Original author: Wildcard ***Editing notes: I'd prefer that no one modify this story while I'm still fleshing out the core. There are a number of plans I have for this story, …'

Original author: Wildcard

***Editing notes: I'd prefer that no one modify this story while I'm still fleshing out the core. There are a number of plans I have for this story, and I'd hate to have to remove someone's hard work before I'm ready to have additional authors take the story in their own direction.

If do insist on adding to this story, I would request that you do so by adding a new option. There are dozens of choices that a character could make at any given time, it's not difficult to find a good one as a launching point for things taking a turn in the direction you want to explore. Later I'll be adding a character list which can be referenced if you want to assist me in keeping continuity. If a character is tall, don't make them short. Create a new character and make them your own.

Created 4/26/2015

Patrick: 42 years old. Married to Christina and father to Amelia, Dan, Heather, Shawn, and Anna. Works in an office.

Christina: 39 years old. Wife of Patrick and a stay at home mom.

Beatrice: High school friend of Heather's

Julia: Receptionist at Patrick's office.

***Feedback: If you'd like to ask to collaborate, request specific scenes or scenarios you'd like me to expand on, or just to give suggestions or other feedback, please do so here: [[Patrick's Day/Feedback|Feedback]]

Last edited: 4/28/15

Patrick's Day/Let him out

2015-04-28T08:32:04Z

Wildcard:

''Fuck it''.

"I think you should let him see," you say.

Beatrice smiles coyly and you feel your cock harden as fingertips grip the zipper and pull it slowly down. Your heart pounds as you feel her thin fingers reach in and find the overlap of fabric at the front of your boxers. You feel like you're in a dream as she tugs your cock through the whole and through the open zipper into open air.

Beatrice leans forward, putting her lips to your left ear and whispering, "He seems pretty excited to be out."

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Patrick's Day/Let him out

2015-04-28T08:31:41Z

Wildcard: Created page with '''Fuck it''. "I think you should let him see," you say. Beatrice smiles coyly and you feel your cock harden as fingertips grip the zipper and pull it slowly down. Your heart p…'

Patrick's Day/"Too revealing." to Beatrice

2015-04-28T08:16:28Z

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"Aww, really?" she says dejectedly, doing a little twist with her hands clasped behind her back, looking down.

"''He'' doesn't seem to think so," she says giggling and pointing at your crotch.

You look down and notice you've very visibly tented the front of your pants.

"In fact," she says in a near whisper, "I think he likes what he sees."

*[[Patrick's Day/"Absolutely not."|"Absolutely not."]]
*[[Patrick's Day/"Maybe he does."|"Maybe he does."]]

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Patrick's Day/"Maybe I do."

2015-04-28T08:15:21Z

Wildcard: Patrick's Day/"Maybe I do." moved to Patrick's Day/"Maybe he does.": Rephrasing

#REDIRECT [[Patrick's Day/"Maybe he does."]]

Patrick's Day/"Maybe he does."

2015-04-28T08:15:20Z

Wildcard: Patrick's Day/"Maybe I do." moved to Patrick's Day/"Maybe he does.": Rephrasing

"Maybe I do," you say to Beatrice, throwing caution to the wind. Something about a cute girl in sexy lingerie makes it hard not to give in.

"I don't think he can see very clearly with all this in the way." Beatrice in mock pouting, dragging her fingernail across the zipper of your slacks.

"What do you think Mr. Grayson?" Beatrice says, squeezing her arms together to emphasize her cleavage as she bats her eyelashes up at you.

You glance over your shoulder. A couple is just leaving the store and the pierced employee is still engrossed in his magazine sitting on a stool facing towards the front of the store. Other than that, you're completely alone here at the back of the store.

*[[Patrick's Day/Let him out|Let him out]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Maybe later|Maybe later]]
*[[Patrick's Day/It's too risky|It's took risky]]

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Patrick's Day/"Maybe he does."

2015-04-28T08:14:23Z

Wildcard: Created page with '"Maybe I do," you say to Beatrice, throwing caution to the wind. Something about a cute girl in sexy lingerie makes it hard not to give in. "I don't think he can see very clea…'

Patrick's Day/Get in your car with Beatrice

2015-04-28T07:55:59Z

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You lead Beatrice to the 2nd floor of the parking garage to your car.

"Wow, nice ride Mr. Grayson!" she says as she hops in the passenger seat. You steal a quick glance at her smooth legs as her summer dress gets hiked high on her thighs when she sits down.

"Where are we headed?" Beatrice asks.

*[[Patrick's Day/Go to the beach with Beatrice|Go to the beach]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Take Beatrice to school|Take Beatrice to school]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Go for a drive with Beatrice|Go for a drive]]

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Patrick's Day/Get in your car with Beatrice

2015-04-28T07:52:40Z

Wildcard:

You lead Beatrice to the 2nd floor of the parking garage to your car.

"Wow, nice ride Mr. Grayson!" she says as she hops in the passenger seat. You steal a quick glance at her smooth legs as her summer dress gets hiked high on her thighs when she sits down.

"Where are we headed?" Beatrice asks.

*[[Patrick's Day/Go to the beach|Go to the beach]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Take Beatrice to school|Take Beatrice to school]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Go for a drive with Beatrice|Go for a drive]]

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Patrick's Day/Get in your car with Beatrice

2015-04-28T07:50:08Z

Wildcard:

You lead Beatrice to the 2nd floor of the parking garage to your car.

"Wow, nice ride Mr. Grayson!" she says as she hops in the passenger seat. You steal a quick glance at her smooth legs as her summer dress gets hiked high on her thighs when she sits down.

*[[Patrick's Day/Go to the beach|Go to the beach]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Take Beatrice to school|Take Beatrice to school]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Go for a drive with Beatrice|Go for a drive]]

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Patrick's Day/Get in your car with Beatrice

2015-04-28T07:49:53Z

Wildcard: Created page with 'You lead Beatrice to the 2nd floor of the parking garage to your car. "Wow, nice ride Mr. Grayson!" she says as she hops in the passenger seat. You steal a quick glance at her…'

You lead Beatrice to the 2nd floor of the parking garage to your car.

"Wow, nice ride Mr. Grayson!" she says as she hops in the passenger seat. You steal a quick glance at her smooth legs as her summer dress gets hiked high on her thighs when she sits down.

*[[Patrick's Day/Go to the beach|Go to the beach]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Take Beatrice to school|Take Beatrice to school]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Go for a drive with Beatrice|Go for a drive]]

Patrick's Day/Leave the mall with Beatrice

2015-04-28T07:47:18Z

Wildcard: Created page with '"Not much exciting here, let's leave the mall." you say to Beatrice. "I agree," she says, "I just came here in the first place because everyone I know is still at school," *[…'

"Not much exciting here, let's leave the mall." you say to Beatrice.

"I agree," she says, "I just came here in the first place because everyone I know is still at school,"

*[[Patrick's Day/Get in your car with Beatrice|Get in your car with Beatrice]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Take a walk with Beatrice|Take a walk with Beatrice]]

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Patrick's Day/Spend the day with Beatrice

2015-04-28T07:42:18Z

Wildcard: Created page with '"Alright, you've got a deal." you reply to Beatrice. She does a cute little dance when you accept, her summer dress swaying lazily over her body. ''There are worse ways to sp…'

"Alright, you've got a deal." you reply to Beatrice.

She does a cute little dance when you accept, her summer dress swaying lazily over her body.

''There are worse ways to spend a day than in the company of a cute, young girl'', you think to yourself.

"Hmm, now what should we do?"

*[[Patrick's Day/Leave the mall with Beatrice|Leave the mall with Beatrice]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Stay at the mall with Beatrice|Stay at the mall with Beatrice]]

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Patrick's Day/"Uh... I'm..."

2015-04-28T07:34:07Z

Wildcard: Created page with '"Ha!" she exclaimed, "So it looks like you're ask guilty as me mister!" Beatrice scrunches her eyebrows together in thought as she taps a finger on her plump lips. You feel a l…'

"Ha!" she exclaimed, "So it looks like you're ask guilty as me mister!"

Beatrice scrunches her eyebrows together in thought as she taps a finger on her plump lips. You feel a little humiliated that you were tongue tied by a high school girl. Where did your composure go? Maybe you were a little distracted. The way her hips sway in that little summer dress...

"If we're in the same boat, you're stuck with me mister. You're spending the day with me!" she announces triumphantly.

*[[Patrick's Day/Spend the day with Beatrice|Spend the day with Beatrice]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Decline Beatrice|Decline]]

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Patrick's Day/Go to breakfast

2015-04-28T06:40:58Z

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Patrick's Day/Let her change

2015-04-28T06:31:48Z

Wildcard: Created page with 'You decide you shouldn't risk this any further. After all, she is still a high school student, and people are starting to take notice. You drink up the gorgeous image and save …'

You decide you shouldn't risk this any further. After all, she is still a high school student, and people are starting to take notice.

You drink up the gorgeous image and save it in the fap bank for later.

"Go ahead and change."

"Oh," she says, sounding almost disappointed, "okay."

Beatrice bounces back into the dressing room and you watch her cute little ass jiggle as she goes.

The two guys in the store give you a thumbs up while you wait which you ignore. A few minutes later she emerges once again in her pink and white polka dot summer dress and hangs the lingerie back on the rack. She turns to you and looks at you expectantly.

*[[Patrick's Day/Give her the note|Give her the note]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Ask for one more favor|Ask for one more favor]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Leave Hot Topic]]

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Patrick's Day/Model the lingerie

2015-04-28T06:20:23Z

Wildcard: Created page with 'You want to make her show off the lingerie, getting the most of this opportunity while you can. After a few minutes of rustling from the dressing room, the door opens. She step…'

You want to make her show off the lingerie, getting the most of this opportunity while you can.

After a few minutes of rustling from the dressing room, the door opens.

She steps out timidly, her head down and her cheeks bright red. Her pigtails are draped over her bare shoulders, with the black and teal bustier pushing her breasts up to accentuate more cleavage than you thought her pale B-cup breasts would have. Sheer black stockings run up to just above her knees, secured to the bustier. Her milky white thighs are bare up to the tight V of the teal thong with black lace.

"Turn." you command.

She nods, looking at the ground as she turns to show the back. Her shoulders down to the middle of her back. Her perky and pale ass is covered only by a thin strip of black and teal from behind. You drink in the sight and feel your erection spring to life in your pants.

A young couple walking by checks her out, and even the kid behind the counter seems to have taken notice to the fine display.

What next?

*[[Patrick's Day/Let her change|Let her change]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Walk her through the mall|Walk her through the mall]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Ask the couple what they think of her|Ask the couple what they think of her]]

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Patrick's Day/Put away the pen and paper

2015-04-28T05:37:38Z

Wildcard: Created page with '"Clearly you're not committed to it," you say as you put away the pen and paper, shaking your head solemnly. "Wait!" she says, "I'll do it!" "No, I don't think you reallywant t…'

"Clearly you're not committed to it," you say as you put away the pen and paper, shaking your head solemnly.

"Wait!" she says, "I'll do it!"

"No, I don't think you reallywant to," you say as you finish putting the pen and paper in your pocket.

"No! Please Mr. Grayson, please?" she says as she grabs your arm and gives it a tug, looking up at you with big, sad puppy dog eyes.

"I really do want to put it on!"

You know you've got her hooked now.

"If you're sure you want to," you say feigning exasperation as you pull the pen and paper back out. She watches you eagerly.

"Well go on," you say, motioning to the dressing room.

"Oh." she says as she puts together what you mean, "Okay!"

She bounds into the dressing room and closes the door.

While she's changing you write the note and decide what you want her to do next.

*[[Patrick's Day/Model the lingerie|Model the lingerie]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Let you into the dressing room|Let you into the dressing room]]

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Patrick's Day/"Dead serious."

2015-04-28T05:20:45Z

Wildcard: Created page with '"Dead serious." you say, "You put it on or I don't write the note." You shove the lingerie into her hands and pull out pen and paper. You look up at her, the pen poised above …'

"Dead serious." you say, "You put it on or I don't write the note."

You shove the lingerie into her hands and pull out pen and paper. You look up at her, the pen poised above the paper ready to write the note.

She chews her lip thoughtfully as she looks between the pen in your hand and the lingerie. You can practically see the wheels turning in her mind as she weighs her options. To put on this very revealing lingerie for her friend's father to get a note excusing her absence? Or to not and have to sit in detention?

You can tell she's right at the tipping point, so you decide to try to tip the scale.

You...

*[[Patrick's Day/Put away the pen and paper|Put away the pen and paper]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Write the note anyway|Write the note anyway]]

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Patrick's Day/Have her put on lingerie

2015-04-28T05:13:15Z

Wildcard: Created page with '"You're going to put this on," you say, holding up a skimpy black and teal thong and bustier outfit from the rack behind her. "Mr Grayson! That's..." she says trails off, fumbl…'

"You're going to put this on," you say, holding up a skimpy black and teal thong and bustier outfit from the rack behind her.

"Mr Grayson! That's..." she says trails off, fumbling for wrods as she blushes furiously, "are you serious?"

''Shit'', you think, ''did I go too far?

*[[Patrick's Day/"Dead serious."|"Dead serious."]]
*[[Patrick's Day/"Of course not, I'm kidding."|"Of course not, I'm kidding."]]

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Patrick's Day/Write the note

2015-04-28T05:07:44Z

Wildcard: Created page with 'You give her a calculated stern look before responding. "Fine, I'll do it," you tell her. She bounces excitedly and you have a hard time not staring at her chest. "Thanks Mr.…'

You give her a calculated stern look before responding.

"Fine, I'll do it," you tell her.

She bounces excitedly and you have a hard time not staring at her chest.

"Thanks Mr. Grayson, you're the best!" she leaps at you and envelops you in a huge hug, her breasts squeezed against your chest, "My dad would ''never'' write a note for me!"

You marvel at how oblivious she was to the consequences. You wonder if she even thought this through before deciding to skip school.

"But," you go on, "It'll cost you."

"What'd you have in mind?" she says giving her dress a little twirl.

*[[Patrick's Day/Spend the day with me|Spend the day with me]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Have her put on lingerie|Have her put on lingerie]]

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Patrick's Day/"I'm an adult. I do what I want."

2015-04-28T04:55:31Z

Wildcard: Created page with '"I'm an adult. I do what I want," you say without missing a beat, "but do you have a note excusing you?" She flushes slightly, "No..." she says looking at the ground and traili…'

"I'm an adult. I do what I want," you say without missing a beat, "but do you have a note excusing you?"

She flushes slightly, "No..." she says looking at the ground and trailing off, kicking the ground sheepishly.

"But maybe you could write one for me?" she says hopefully, looking up at you with big innocent eyes.

You...

*[[Patrick's Day/Write the note|Write the note]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Don't write the note|Don't write the note]]

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Patrick's Day/"Aren't you supposed to be at school?"

2015-04-28T04:48:35Z

Wildcard:

"Mhmm", she says, "And you're supposed to be at work."

''Shit''.

"I'm..."

*[[Patrick's Day/"Uh... I'm..."|"Uh... I'm..."]]
*[[Patrick's Day/"I'm an adult. I do what I want."|"I'm an adult. I do what I want."]]

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Patrick's Day/"Aren't you supposed to be at school?"

2015-04-27T03:16:56Z

Wildcard: Created page with '"Mhmm", she says, "And you're supposed to be at work." ''Shit''. "I'm..."'

"Mhmm", she says, "And you're supposed to be at work."

''Shit''.

"I'm..."

Patrick's Day/Go to breakfast

2015-04-27T03:12:11Z

Wildcard:

You make your way downstairs. You enter the kitchen and see your wife, now wearing yoga pants and a baby blue tank top, finishing breakfast. Your son Shawn is already at the table. He's a bit of a nerd, but you don't hold that against him. He's got a shaggy brown mop of hair and thick prescription glasses.

As you walk in, you think he may be checking out his mother's ass. You think about saying something, but check it out yourself. The yoga pants hug the curves of her ass perfectly. You're too horny to care if your son is checking out his mom's ass. No harm in looking. And it is magnificent.

You take your seat at the head of the table, clearing your throat as you do so. Shawn jumps noticeably and looks down at the table.

You smirk to yourself, ''knew it''.

Just after you sit down, your daughter Heather walks in. She just recently turned 17, and she's made it very clear that she plans on going her own way. She takes after her older sister really, with the firecracker attitude and defiance of authority. In appearance though, she is completely different, and seems to try as hard as possible to be that way. Her hair is chin length and dyed black with streaks of blue and she's wearing grey lipstick that makes her full lips look like she's dead. This morning she's wearing a ''My Chemical Romance'' t-shirt that looks like it's more shreds of rags than a shirt. The neckline is ripped away, with one side hanging off her bare shoulder. With a start, you notice her skirt, or nearly lack of. It's a black pleated miniskirt that barely covers the tops of her thighs. As she takes a seat at the table, you quite easily get a peak of her black and red panties. She makes eye contact with you, and then rolls her eyes.

"Breakfast is served," your wife says, setting plates in front of each of the 6 seats. When she sets the plate in front of Heather, she gives you a stern look as if it's your fault she came to the table wearing such a short skirt.

"Heather..." she says in a stern voice.

Heather slams her fists against the table.

"God fucking damnit! What, mom?"

"You know what," your wife says lowering her voice, "get upstairs and put on a decent skirt. We've talked about this."

More than anything, it was Christina who did the talking and Heather did the listening with plenty of eye rolling.

"Fine." Heather said, venom in her voice. She kicked back against the table, turning towards you and then to her feet giving you a long, clear view of her panties before she storms off to her room to change.

*[[Patrick's Day/Continue eating|Continue eating]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Talk to Christina at breakfast|Talk to Christina]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Go to work|Go to work]]

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Patrick's Day/Go to breakfast

2015-04-27T02:58:32Z

Wildcard: Created page with 'You make your way downstairs. You enter the kitchen and see your wife, now wearing yoga pants and a baby blue tank top, finishing breakfast. Your son Shawn is already at the ta…'

Patrick's Day/Close eyes

2015-04-27T02:30:24Z

Wildcard: Patrick's Day/Close eyes moved to Patrick's Day/Close your eyes: Link name changed

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Patrick's Day/Close your eyes

2015-04-27T02:30:23Z

Wildcard: Patrick's Day/Close eyes moved to Patrick's Day/Close your eyes: Link name changed

You resist the temptation and try to will your cock back to sleep. You know how this ends. Horny and unsatisfied.

This is your daily life. You've been married to Christina for over twenty years and have had 5 children together but somewhere along the way the spark died. Now you're damned to lust after your own wife, doomed to sleep next to this woman who is still blazing hot at 39 and not able to have sex with her.

You listen to her move around the room as she gathers all the laundry. You picture her ass swaying in front of her ass as she bends over again and again, the lacy frills of her panties tightening over her slit. You sigh and realize that's exactly what you'd see if you just opened your eyes, but you were trying to shake that from your mind, knowing you've got an entire day of blue balls ahead of you. Your wife finishes gathering the clothes in the bedroom and goes down the hall to one of the kid's room. You hear her knock then enter. The house is starting to wake up.

You...

*[[Patrick's Day/Get dressed|Get dressed]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Masturbate|Masturbate]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Go back to sleep|Go back to sleep]]

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Patrick's Day

2015-04-27T02:29:40Z

Wildcard:

You are Patrick Grayson, 42. You're a married man with 5 kids. Your oldest daughter, Amelia is 22 and has already gotten a college degree and moved out, but the rest of the kids are still at home.

You lay in bed, hearing the alarm go off. Blindly you slap at it until it shuts up. You listen to the birds chirping until you hear the door open.

You open your eyes and see your wife Christina's gorgeous ass bent over a few feet away collecting clothes strewn across the floor into a laundry basket. Her well rounded ass is covered by a pair of black lacy panties you haven't seen before. You feel a faint stirring in your loins.

Do you:
*[[Patrick's Day/Close your eyes|Close your eyes]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Take a cold shower|Take a cold shower]]
*[[Patrick's Day/Slap her ass|Slap her ass]]

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Patrick's Day/"Too revealing." to Beatrice

2015-04-26T22:02:46Z

Wildcard: Created page with '"Aww, really?" she says dejectedly, doing a little twist with her hands clasped behind her back, looking down. "''He'' doesn't seem to think so," she says giggling and pointing …'

Patrick's Day/"Okay." to Beatrice

2015-04-26T21:34:56Z

Wildcard: Created page with '"Okay." you feel yourself say. "'Kay", she says cheerfully and skips into the changing room, leaving you dumbfounded. ''Is this really happening?'', you think to yourself. ''T…'

"Okay." you feel yourself say.

"'Kay", she says cheerfully and skips into the changing room, leaving you dumbfounded.

''Is this really happening?'', you think to yourself. ''This girl is my daughter's friend. This is wrong... isn't it? And besides that, she's a high school girl. I'm in my 40's. This can't be right.''

You stand there, contemplating leaving quickly before she comes out and pretending it never happened. Who would anyone believe? A teenager, or a distinguished business man?

Before you can do move yourself from the spot, the dressing room door pops open and Beatrice hops out with a cheery, "Tada!"

As she skips over, you look her up and down. From the frilly bows on the lace panties to her breasts bouncing vigorously in the tight bustier, and all that pale youthful skin, that seemed to glow in the dark light.

''Were her tits always this big?'' you think to yourself.

"What do you think mister Grayson?" She says doing a little spin showing off her scrumptious ass in the panties which was little more than a g-string with sheer material covering her perfectly rounded little ass.

*[[Patrick's Day/"Amazing." to Beatrice|"Amazing."]]
*[[Patrick's Day/"Too revealing." to Beatrice|"Too revealing."]]

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Patrick's Day/"Yes." to Beatrice

2015-04-26T21:24:03Z

Wildcard:

"Yes." you blurt out before you can think of what you're saying.

Your mind feels frozen, you can't think of a good excuse or way to take it back now that it's out there.

Beatrice looks the lacy black and red lingerie over once again and nods appreciatively at it. Either she wasn't really listening, or--

"I could try it on for you." she says suddenly.

You feel your jaw drop.

"Heather and I are about the same size, that you way you know for sure you're getting something that will fit her."

*[[Patrick's Day/"Okay." to Beatrice|"Okay."]]
*[[Patrick's Day/"No, I'll just get her something else."|"No, I'll just get her something else."]]

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Patrick's Day/"Yes." to Beatrice

2015-04-26T21:23:46Z

Wildcard: Created page with '"Yes." you blurt out before you can think of what you're saying. Your mind feels frozen, you can't think of a good excuse or way to take it back now that it's out there. Beatr…'

Patrick's Day/"Buying something for Heather."

2015-04-26T21:17:32Z

Wildcard: Created page with '"Buying something for Heather," you stammer. "Oh really," Beatrice says quizzically. She reaches behind you and grabs a black and red lacy bustier and panty combo. She turns i…'

"Buying something for Heather," you stammer.

"Oh really," Beatrice says quizzically.

She reaches behind you and grabs a black and red lacy bustier and panty combo. She turns it back and forth, looking it over thoroughly.

"Something like this?" she says innocently holding it up. You notice the fabric of the ass is sheer.

*[[Patrick's Day/"No, of course not!"|"No, of course not!"]]
*[[Patrick's Day/"Yes." to Beatrice|"Yes."]]

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Patrick's Day/Hot Topic

2015-04-26T21:09:12Z

Wildcard:

You decide to check out the Hot Topic.

"Hey." A lanky, tattooed and heavily pierced guy says without looking up from his magazine behind the counter.

As usual, the store is blaring some new music that is a bit harsh to your ears. You're pretty sure you've heard this song coming from your daughter Heather's room. You browse band shirts and various accessories either garish in color, covered in spikes, or featuring some alternative culture reference. It's all a bit lost on you.

"What are you doing here?" a feminine voice says from behind you. Startled, you visibly jump and turn around.

The girl standing there isn't what you'd have expected. It's a sweet looking blonde with her hair in pigtails, her lips are pursed like she's biting back a smile. She's wearing a short pink summer dress with white polka dots, the straps of her white bra peek around the dress straps. The skin of her petite cleavage looks so pale and delicate. She's wearing tennis shoes and white socks folded down to just cover her ankles.

Just then you recognize who she is. Your daughter Heather's friend Beatrice. You look around quickly. ''Shit'', you think, ''I was just looking at the lingerie''.

Trying not to think of the bulge building in your pants, you say...

*[[Patrick's Day/"Buying something for Heather."|"Buying something for Heather."]]
*[[Patrick's Day/"Aren't you supposed to be at school?"|"Aren't you supposed to be at school?"]]
*[[Patrick's Day/"You look nice today."|"You look nice today."]]

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Patrick's Day/Grab her ass

2015-04-26T20:43:37Z

Wildcard: Patrick's Day/Grab her ass moved to Patrick's Day/Hot Topic: Repurpose

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