Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
I’m more aware of the difference in our ages seeing the things that appeal to her and why, but when she samples the scent and brings her wrist up for my approval, I get a whiff of that coconut scent on her skin and I’m immediately transported to the beach. I can hear the waves hitting the shore as the scorching sun beats down on us, feel her warm skin beneath my fingers as she scoots off my lap and grabs my hand to drag me off the beach and out into the ocean with her.
Her dark hair is wild and free. She’s wearing a bikini, of course.
If they were in season, I’d buy her one right now.
“We should go somewhere,” I tell her.
Unaware of the tropical vacation playing out in my mind, she sniffs her wrist to see if she likes the scent she dabbed there. “Hm?”
I’m sure she likes it, but she’s so used to only window shopping, she starts to walk away from the display.
I stop her, pointing at the stack of small boxes housing individual tubes of perfume. “Grab one of those.”
A smile tugs at her mouth. “I take it you liked it?”
“I do. Have you ever been to the beach?”
She shakes her head no, grabbing a perfume and then falling back into step beside me. “Nope.”
“We should go,” I tell her. “Maybe Bora Bora? It would be good to get away for a while. I could probably get a week or so off work next month.”
“That would be… really awesome, but even if I don’t get in trouble for missing that much school, I’m not sure how I would explain the absence to my mom.”
Oh, that’s right.
She has to check with people to do things.
“Maybe we could go during spring break,” she suggests. “I could tell her some friends from school invited me to come along. As long as she doesn’t have to pay for anything, I’m sure she wouldn’t care.”
“I don’t love having to clear my vacation plans with your mother,” I remark.
She cracks a smile. “Same.”
We stop at Victoria’s Secret next. Our favorite judgmental saleslady is there, so Kennedy gives her a little wave. I laugh and pull her closer as we head over to pick out some underwear.
While Kennedy is perusing the panty table, I wander over to look at the sexy nighties. There are sexier ones I’m tempted to grab, but then I see a white one that feels perfect for tonight. It’s sheer on top with a strategic design to offer some coverage. From the waist down, it’s flowy and soft. Feels like satin.
Yep, we’re getting this. I take a hanger off the rack in Kennedy’s size, then go over to join her and see if she’s picked out panties yet. Since we haven’t bought the dress yet, I’m not even sure she’ll need a bra, but we get one anyway, just in case.
She hugs me as we stand in line waiting to check out. With her arms still wrapped snugly around my waist, she looks up at me. “Shopping with you is so much fun.”
I lean down and kiss the top of her head. Shopping has never been my favorite thing, but I enjoy seeing how happy it makes her. “The feeling is mutual.”
Our next stop is finally to get a dress. We’re running a little behind schedule, and she can’t decide between two, so I buy her both of them. She fell in love with a pair of red wine heels with an ankle strap, so we’re almost set.
The last stop we make is the jewelry store. Kennedy changed into the new dress and shoes I bought her in the changing room at the store we bought them from so she’d be ready for dinner, so it will be easy to pick something that goes with what she’s wearing.
“What are we doing here?” she asks warily.
“I’m buying you a gift,” I tell her simply. “I thought a nice diamond necklace to complete your outfit.”
“A diamond necklace?”
It’s a mall jewelry store, not Cartier. Her eyes are wide like she doesn’t understand the difference, but I suppose any jewelry she can’t buy at Walmart is probably a step up from what she’s used to.
She ends up picking out a diamond choker that looks sexy as fuck around her slender throat.
I’m tempted to rip it off her already as she stands there with her hair pulled up, the delicate string of diamonds drawing my eyes all over her exposed skin down to the gentle swell of cleavage.
My cock stirs. I tear my gaze away from her tits since this is not the time.
“That’s the one,” I murmur.
She smiles, dropping her hair and admiring her new necklace in a mirror as I move to the cash register to pay.
Kennedy is light and happy as we leave the mall. I’m glad because that’s how I always want to make her feel when I take her out.