Daddy and Kitten

By Morgan Synatra

An older man, younger woman-next-door erotic story. She teases him through the fence separating their homes, and, emboldened, she hops over the fence one day to meet the handsome older man. A romance soon ensues and she loses her virginity, but her alcoholic mother has different ideas about their relationship, and takes steps to end it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Morgan Synatra
• Release date: Dec 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223942801

Morgan Synatra

Morgan Synatra writes erotic short stories in the genres of dystopian sci fi, Master/slave, hucow (human cow), and sissy transformation. These stories are intended for adults over the age of 18. Morgan also loves a steamy erotic romance story with powerful, handsome heroes, evil barons, and women who like their men hard and deep. You can contact Morgan at [e-mail] Or visit Morgan's web site at https://morgansynatra.wixsite.com/morgansynatra-com

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Daddy and Kitten

Chapter 1

Working from home provides me the opportunity to spend my time as I wish- no waking early to an annoying alarm clock, no rushing about to shower and shave, no quick stops at the local convenience store for bad coffee and stale donuts, no fighting traffic and honking assholes cutting you off, no need for suit and tie.  I get up when I want, wipe the boogers from my eyes, take a morning piss, and brew a leisurely cup of coffee.

From that point I have several choices. I can go for a jog, sit outside and enjoy the morning, turn on the laptop and log in, or any other number of things. On this particular morning, I chose to go outside. No need to even get dressed. I was still wearing just my boxers.

I took my coffee and tablet, slid the sliding glass door open, and sat by the pool. It was already a good seventy-five degrees out, with a nice breeze coming off the nearby ocean. I adjusted the umbrella stand to shade the laptop from the sun’s glare and logged onto a news provider to check the stock market. I was scrolling through the NASDAQ composite when the girl next door came outside.

Truth be told, she is the main reason I enjoy spending most of my time out in the back yard. She exited the back door holding a large hula hoop. She propped her phone on a picnic table and began hula hooping in front of the camera. She does something like this every day. Yesterday, she was dancing. The day before, it was yoga. I assume she uploads these video clips to a social media site later for older men like me to ogle. No need for that, though. I had the live show right in front of me.

I knew the girl had just graduated from high school and was eighteen years old, but she was a petite little thing. She stood a mere four foot ten, with a lean, tanned body rippling with small girl muscles. She had skinny legs and knobby knees, and a small, though nicely rounded, ass. She was also completely flat-chested. She wouldn’t even fit into an A-cup brassiere. The only thing that identified her as a woman were her nipples. They were thick, a good quarter inch long, and always on display under thin cotton.

She was wearing a white thong bikini bottom, outlining the bare twin globes of her ass. I discreetly watched her through the chain link fence separating our houses. As she twisted in the hula hoop, I caught the occasional heavenly visage of a small camel toe between her thin legs, and the outline of her nipples through the narrow white halter top she wore. Her long, sun-bleached blonde hair shook as she wiggled.

She spent most mornings like this, performing various antics for the camera, and displaying her body. I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t enjoy watching on her through the fence. I always try to remain discreet, peering over the top of a tablet or laptop, but there’s no doubt that she is the object of my desire.

She turned so that her ass was facing me. She had given no indication that she noticed that I was present, watching her perform. Her nearly-naked ass shook back and forth as she wiggled in the hula hoop. Round, small, and muscular, it jiggled enticingly. My fantasies got the best of me as I imagined her on her hands and knees, naked, looking back at me and smiling. My cock got hard and I had to push it back down so she wouldn’t see it tenting in my boxers.

She was playing some music I didn’t recognize. It had a Latin beat however, and was just the right tempo for a girl to shake her ass to. She stopped, and the hoop dropped to the ground. She wiped the sweat off her forehead with her arm did something with her phone, then bent over to pick up the hoop. That