PlayDate
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
What could possibly wrong with a playdate at home!


PlayDate

It was a normal day in the Watson family home, Mrs Watson, Hazel, was carrying
out those last minuet checks as she grabbed her phone, looked around the
kitchen and made sure everything was in pace and ready. 'Yes, everything was
done!' She made her way out of the kitchen and into the hallway. Just as she
did her Husband, Trent, stepped out of the set of double doors that lead to
the indoor swimming pool. He was dressed in a personalised towelling bath
robe, holding a newspaper and scouring either the financial pages or maybe the
racing pages!

The woman sighed loudly and he looked up from his newspaper to see her, with
that look of 'what?' She should have known better and where to find him,
either in the gym room or in the swimming pool that's where he always was. But
at least the man was fresh and alert after taking his daily dip in the
swimming pool and then having a relaxing read of his paper, well maybe he was!
The Watson family did have quite a large, well to do and even luxurious house,
to say the least. "There you are!" Hazel was a bit annoyed with the fact that
her husband had been in the pool all this time whiles she'd been busy rushing
around making sure everything was all sorted.

Hazel quickly ran through everything she'd sorted out for the next couple of
days, although Cora the families' housekeeper knew all this, the wife thought
it best to try and at least go through everything with her husband! Not that
he would take all this in, that was why they had Cora, she knew everything and
she was in charge. But if Hazel spoke to her husband, made him feel as if he
was part of it all, he would at least think he was in charge while his wife
was away!

The man listened and look blankly as his wife went through it all, 'Oh God!'
Hazel knew it was all going in one ear and coming out the other, as always
when it came to any conversation she had with her husband. So, she handed over
the list she'd made, a list that told Trent what to do, or what Cora was going
to do, what was going to happen and when it was going to happen. Everything
that Hazel had sorted out for the next few days. She'd tried to keep it simple
so the man could understand it, but as she again looked up at her husband's
face as he scanned the list in front of him. She wondered to herself just how
simple she would have to make it!

But she was running late now, the car outside was waiting for her and she had
to get a move on. Hazel picked up her travel bag that was in the hallway and
made for the front door. Just as she got to the door, opened in and could see
the car outside waiting for her. 'Oh, almost forgot!' She turned to her
husband and "forgot to say that Kylie is bringing a friend home later, for a
playdate and sleepover, make sure they have a good time! The man started to
say "but who ... ... ' BANG!

The front door closed, before he could finish the question as to who his
Daughter, Kylie, was bringing home for a playdate, Hazel was out the door and
off on her ... ... Trent wasn't too sure where she was off to, he looked down
at the piece of paper in his hand. 'Weekend away, be back on Monday, could be
Tuesday, don't know what time'. 'Oh, weekend away, make sense now!' Now the
man went back to wondering who his Daughter was bringing home for this
playdate and sleepover.

Outside the large house the woman quickly made her way to the waiting car, she
opened the rear door, placed her travel bag inside and slipped herself in as
well. Inside there was a young lad sat there waiting. The older woman looked
at the boy, smiled, her hand reached out grabbed him behind his head and
pulled the youth to her. They kissed passionately, that first kiss completely
took the boys breath away. After his lips had been released and he gasped for
breath "Hi Aunty ... ... " 'pant, gasp' " ... ... so where are we off to
then?" The women ignored her Nephew's greeting, simply saying "shut up" and
pushing him back into his seat. Then she told the driver, "drive on", leant
over so she could unzip the boy's trousers and get her teeth into some good
hard boy cock. Well it was going to one of 'those' trips away and the woman
did want to make sure she started it off in the right way!

As the car with Hazel and her 'boy toy' in it drove off and trough the
driveway marked 'exit', through the 'entrance' side another car was just
arriving. This was the taxi that brought Kylie home from school each day, but
of course with her this time was a friend, here for a play date and a
sleepover. Trent was still studying the list his wife had given him when the
front door to his home opened and his Daughter Kylie and her friend came in.

The man looked up from his list to say hello to his Daughter and see which
friend she'd brought home for this playdate. "Dad this is Britt", Trent took
in the young woman, the girl, the schoolgirl that was stood there next to his
Daughter. He'd not met this friend before so she was new to him. Britt was the
same age as his Daughter and by the looks of her uniform and the prefect badge
this girl was in a lot of ways similar to Kylie, but with some differences.
The girls were sort of the same height, Kylie was a bit smaller than her
friend, and both where quite a bit shorter than the man here. Kylie was like
her Mother, fair, blond hair, good looking with her fresh young innocent face
was an opposite of Britt, with her dark haired and much plainer looks. Might
even sat it was a bit of a tomboyish look she had, but in some ways, it was
also quite an attractive quality, even look that she had. Her hair was long,
down past her shoulders and had a deep shine to it.

The dark haired schoolgirl was dressed in the same style uniform as Kylie,
shoes, long stocking that went all the way up and under a shortish pleated
grey skirt. Then there was a white blouse and of course the tradition school
tie. But even so the two girls from the same school, the same year and the
same uniform, still looked quite different. Kylie's long stockings where dark
blue, Britt's where bright white. Kylie's blouse was tucked into her skirt and
had long-sleeved, Britt's was short sleeved and quite messily rolled up and
tied in a knot just under her well-developed breasts. The messy blouse of
Britt was also much thinner than Kylie's and there was a defiant sigh of a
dark coloured bra holding up the trashy schoolgirls noticeable full chest.
Trent though the bra was probably a purple colour, not that he was looking too
much to try and work that out!

Of course, there was still the school tie, it was hanging down low, so that it
didn't hide the cleavage that was on show. Ample flesh that was on view due to
all those buttons that were undone! Lastly there was the two girl's prefect
badges, Kylie's perfectly placed just above her left breast, straight and
recently polish. Britt's badge was lopsided, starched, marked. Her bloused
looked slightly torn in places as if the badge had had a few mishaps and come
away in the past. Currently it was positioned on the tip of her right breast,
as if placed there to make it more noticeable and to make a point!

The last difference between these girls was the customary school bag, Kylie
held a smart leather briefcase crammed pack with books in her hand. While
Britt had some tatty old bag, one with holes, pen marks and graffiti all over
it and slung, hanging low, from her shoulder. Yes, there was a very smart and
formal look to Kylie, and there was a defiant rebellious, trashy look to her
friend Britt. The girl's looked like chalk and cheese, but Trent didn't mind
if Britt was his Daughter's friend, and probably deep down she was a 'nice'
girl, so who was he to pass comment. Plus, the young brunette schoolgirl did
have a certain way about her that maybe the man kind of, liked!

"Did Mum say that Britt was staying over tonight?" Trent's attention was
brought back to his Daughter and "yes, yes, your Mum told me that." "And did
Mum also say Britt was here for a playdate?" Trent nodded, "yes that's fine,
too." Both schoolgirls gave a girly eager smile and giggle. Then the man made
his way over to another door further down the hallway and past the doors to
the swimming pool.

The man was heading off to the gym room which was the next set of doors down
from the indoor swimming pool. The girls followed on as the kitchen was at the
far end of the long hallway. As Trent reached the doors to 'his' gym room, he
opened them and walked inside just as if he was going to have a workout or
something like that. But then something strange happened, Britt veered off and
followed the man while, her friend Kylie simple just carried on towards the
kitchen. Nothing was said, nothing seemed out of place it was as if this was
all quite normal!

A minute later and Trent was stood inside his well-equipped private home gym,
the room was quite large, but not too big, and stocked with all the fitness
equipment and gadget anyone could want in a gym. He went over, into the centre
of the room where there was a large matted area, turned around and faced back
towards the double doors. And there stood in the doorway was the trashy
schoolgirl, Britt. She was just stood there facing the man for a moment, then
she turned and pulled both door together. She turned back to the man and with
her hands, arms behind her she pushed the doors fully together and shut them.
So now it was just the two of them, alone in this room, the doors close so
they could have some privacy!

In the kitchen Kylie looked around and there was Cora the tall, dark woman,
the housekeep, well that would be one description of her 'job', her 'role'
here. The woman was an attractive black woman in her late 20's or so, dressed
in jeans and a tight white top. She looked up from the cookbook she had opened
and the array of baking material she had around her that cluttered up the
worktop and smiled at the schoolgirl. The schoolgirl who was now making her
was across the kitchen towards Cora.

Back in the home gym and Trent and Britt just stood there for a moment looking
at each other as if waiting for something to happen. Then the tatty old bag of
Britt's moved, the strap slowly slid off her shoulder and down her arm, there
was a muffled sound as the bag hit the floor and a magazine fell out. Trent
tossed his newspaper off to the side then began to undo his bath robe, at the
same time the schoolgirl slowly and with a quiet provocative saunter, came
over to where he stood. As she moved slowly towards the man, she pulled a band
off of one of her wrists, her hands went up and she tied her long dark hair
back into a ponytail as if getting herself ready!

When she got there Trent had pulled off his bath robe and let it fall to the
floor around his feet. The girl took in the sigh of the strong looking older
man, and what a real man he looked. Tall, short manly hair, wide, broad
shoulders, a muscular upper body, arms and torso, a pair of dark shorts and
firm sturdy strong legs. The schoolgirl liked what she saw, a real man and was
delighted that so far everything she'd heard about Kylie's Dad was true!

Britt came up close to the man, real close, she looked up into his chest, up
into his face, Trent looked down as the girl placed a tender almost scared
hand onto the man's chest. She felt his pecs, her hand slowly moved across his
chest, she shuffled and bit closer, and then the gentle hand, her fingers came
down his body. Over his abs, and at the same time her other hand moved up and
was placed on the other side of his body. The schoolgirls, hands, her fingers
where getting a good feel of this man, what a real man's body felt like.

In the kitchen and the tall black woman, the 'housekeeper' had grabbed hold of
the schoolgirl Kylie and sat her up on the worktop. The two females where now
in a firm embrace and kissing passionately. There was a dusting of flour over
most of them as somehow the baking that Cora had planned to try and do, had
now somehow been forgotten about.

In the gym room Britt was still looking up at the older man, her eyes where
wide and deep, she bit on to one side of her mouth in a very desirable way and
half grinned at Trent. At the same time one hand moved slowly across his torso
while her other hand moved down onto the front of his shorts. The girl's hand
could now feel that the 'other' thing she'd heard about Kylie's Dad was also
true.

During all of this the man was feeling a slight 'inclination' towards the dark
haired schoolgirl, she had a good touch with her hands as they moved over his
body, they did a good job of getting his 'interest!' As that hand moved across
his toned abs, the girl now tightened her fingers, slightly, so that her nails
now, very gently, scrapped against his flesh. And there was this tingling
sensation that Trent enjoyed. He felt himself learn forwards, moving his head
slightly downwards, towards that slightly grinning, delicious trashy girls
face and just at the right moment ... ... WHACK!

There was a backhand that drove fearlessly across his face, knocking the grin
that had appeared on it well and truly off of it now. The girl's hand that had
so sensuously moved across his bare body had now come sharply up, her fist was
clenched and she'd drove it up across his face as he'd bent it down to get
even close to her. The man's head and upped body were knocked backwards, but
he was a strong man and a knock like that wasn't going to ... ... THUD!
OOOUUUHHH!

Britt was very quick to follow up her move with another clenched fist strike,
this time it was her other hand the one that had just a brief moment ago been
lightly stroking the front of his shorts. Now it was drawn back and thrusted
forwards, but a bit higher, 'Thank God!' and into the man's gut. But he was a
strong man and his abs where well-toned, even so the small, younger girl throw
a good punch. Twisting her body to good effect so she could drive that first
and give the man a strike that he felt!

The second blow again caught the man out, without knowing it his feet
automatically shuffled, moved around, more due to the shock of being taken by
surprise rather than anything else, but this gave the girl a bit of an edge.
The man was now in a better position for her to, CRUCNH! OOOOWWWW! Britt's
knee shot straight up and into his groin, she caught him just right, a knock
to make the man shudder, tense up and to make him drop his head and body
forward as he dealt with the sharp blow. The 'Playdate' was defiantly now in
full flow, and again, for a second, for a moment Trent was vulnerable to
Britt's next move!

As his head and body came forwards, down and closer to the girl she was again
ready and on him like a shot, her arms came up, around his head. Grabbing on
tight and carried on the momentum as she thrusted her hands, holding onto the
back his head, and her arms downwards. Trent felt himself being dragged
forwards more, being pulled down. His eyes had been tight shut, but now they
quickly opened and, 'shit!' THUD! UUUUHHHH! A knee was coming up quickly,
straight into his face, he tried to put the brakes on, but it was too late,
his muffled cry as he was struck hard filled the room. At the same time his
legs wobbled, buckled a bit, his body shock and he was just about to grab onto
the girl to steady himself when, CRUNCH! ARRRHHHH!

Britt held the man down with one hand on his head, while her other arm shot up
and was brought thundering down, driving her elbow into the area between where
the top of his back met his broad shoulders, the base and rear of his neck!
The man's whole body juddered at this strike and Trent went down onto one
knee, a hurt, injured, and he was now a man in so much pain!

Back in the kitchen and the schoolgirl Kylie and the housekeeper Cora where
still engrossed in there friendly, kiss and cuddle. But this was suddenly and
rudely interrupted by DING! DONG! Kylie sucked one last time, long and hard,
on Cora's tongue then the 'couple' moved apart and the schoolgirl jumped down
off the kitchen worktop, "I'll get it". The schoolgirl announced, almost as if
she was expecting a visitor to the house. Which gave Cora and chance to catch
her breath, look around the kitchen and think 'what a mess, and I'm the one
who's got to clear it all up!" But even so, the black woman smiled, she
couldn't complain, she enjoyed making a mess like this, and what was a kitchen
without a little mess.

The housekeeper watched as the now slightly dusty, messy schoolgirl made her
way out the room and was heading to answer the door. As she moved through the
house, Kylie dusted herself off as best she could, but somehow it didn't
really bother her! But even so she made herself look as tidy as possible for
the person who was at the door. A moment of two later and schoolgirl Kylie was
opening the household front door and looking into the smiling face of an
attractive older woman. "Hello Kylie is it, I'm Britney's Mum. Just dropping
her bag off for the sleepover tonight, is she about?"

Back inside the household gym and SMACK! OOOHHHH! Britt's schoolgirl thigh has
been brought around and into the side of the older man's face. Another sharp,
hard blow and one that this time sent the man tumbling fully over and dropping
him down to the mats on his gym floor. His head throbbed, it spun around and
around as he lay there trying to get his thoughts together, trying to work out
what he needs to do next to ... ... ARRRRHHHHH!

The trashy schoolgirls hand had a tight grip on the man's hair as she pulls
Trent's head upwards and he was in no condition to stop her, then when his
head, and his body that came with it, was up high enough, OOOWWWHHH! The young
girl, twisted, raised her leg stepped over the man, over his head then CRUNCH!
She trapped his head between her thighs, she had him ensnared. The man was
looking down, head stuck between the schoolgirls upper legs, he could see the
back of the girl's shoes and wondered, ... ... UUUUHHHHH! His thought
disappeared in an instant as there was a crushing pain that griped his head
now as Britt showed this man just what a schoolgirl like her could do!
OOOWWWWWW!

Outside in the hallway by the front door Britney's Mother was staring into the
sparkling eyes of her Daughter's quite delightful friend! The older woman
smiled so did the younger schoolgirl. There was a pause as they just took a
moment to look at each other, then the older woman remembered why she was
there, "er ... ... So, is Britney about?" The woman pushed herself up on
tiptoes and looked around in the large hallway over the schoolgirls head. Then
there was what sounded like a muffled cry from further down the hallway and
now there was a puzzled look on Britney's Mother's face.

Kylie gave a little giggle and "she's just playing at the moment ... ... Why
don't we go over here and ... ... !" The young innocent looking schoolgirl
took hold of the older woman's free hand, pushed the front door too and
started to walk this older female away from the door and towards a room
nearby.

Britt's legs flexed once again, her strong thighs tightened their hold on
Trent's head, the man called out in pain once more. The dark haired schoolgirl
bent down grabbed hold of the older man's arms, bent forwards and ran her
hands down to his wrist and pulled on them. Forcing the men to lift his arms
upwards, as she wanted. He tried to stop her, tried to not let her take
control but, UUURRRHHH! Those schoolgirl thighs squeezed again and he had to
submit to her will, let her take control of him. Holding, gripping his arms by
the wrists, pulling those arms up and behind him, now she had total control
over the older, taller, bigger man, the schoolgirl was in charge, and all
Trent could do was obey, ARRRRHHHH!

As the young blond schoolgirl led the older woman to the side room she looked
behind her at Britney's Mum, 'she was nice, no better than that she was
lovely!' There was another of those low muffled groans but somehow this was
now lost on the older woman as she stared into those sparking eyes. She knew
all this didn't seem right, but somehow that didn't matter right now! The side
room was a quite well decorated drawing room that had a very large sofa in it.
"why don't we sit over here, it'll be much more comfortable!" Britney's Mother
dropped the overnight bag she'd brought as she was lead over to the comfy
looking sofa.

In the household gym, Britt was just about to ... ... THUD! The schoolgirl had
toppled herself over fallen over, down to the side and onto the matted floor.
Still with Trent's head trapped between her thighs so he was forced to follow
and now the pair of them where down on the mats. The man was dazed, in pain,
his head, his arms being pulled back all took the force of that drop to the
floor and it hurt. So, it all took a couple of seconds for him to realised
that his head was now free, and his arms had been released. There was a bit of
shock and then a sense of relief that the girl had let him go, he could take
in a couple of deep breaths and was half trying to push himself upwards ...
... Then he thought 'where is she?' OOOOOWWWWW!

That was quickly answered by the sudden appearance of the schoolgirl's legs
from out of nowhere. Legs that came around and clamped around his body, she
was behind him, still on the floor Britt had got herself into position and now
she got him again. Then her hands grabbed onto his strong manly upper arms,
his firm developed biceps, she had hold of him and she was strong too. Britt
got her grip and pulled those large manly arms backwards and at the same time
her legs squeezed. Hurting him, making him cry again, sending agonizing pain
through his body again, bending him backwards and sending more hurt through
his body, just in a different place this time!

The playdate was going very well in the household gym, Britt was enjoying
herself as she carried on pulling the man's upper body backwards, with her
legs wrapped around his stomach, and again squeezing hard and even harder.
Just so she could hurt the man. Down the hallway in the drawing room the young
girl Kylie was getting to know her friends Mum, and that was going well too.
Britney's Mum's head was in a spin as she just didn't know how this could all
be happening to her and so quickly. But at the same time, she was feeling
excited, aroused, simulated and wanting more. More of the kisses that the
schoolgirl was giving her, passionate, full kisses and as Kylie's tongue
slipped into the older woman's mouth 'OOOOHHHH!'

Britney's Mother welcomed the schoolgirls hand that was pressed against her
breast, squeezing her, the woman moaned loudly and as Kylie's other hand
started to unbutton her blouse, Britney's Mum hoped that her daughter wouldn't
walk in here, for at least the next hour or maybe more!

Inside the gym the trashy schoolgirl was still fully focused on her playdate
with her friend's Father, 'so far this was even better than she'd expected!'
Britt was enjoying herself so much and really didn't want the playdate to end,
that's what happens when you're having fun! But even so the schoolgirl had
change the 'play' around a bit, she wanted to have some fun with a new game.
The squeeze was off Trent, much to the man's relief, as the schoolgirl had
released her grip and rolled away. This allowed the man to once more grasp for
a few deep breathes just before he was grabbed by his hair and yanked sharply
up onto all fours. "Time for my ride Horsy!'

Britt came down on his back, sitting across him, then her school tie was
looped over his head and came around the top of his neck and jawline. The
school tie was now being used as her reins and "giddy up horsey!" The
schoolgirl now rode her man, her horsey around the room, how much more
humiliating could there be for Trent? Beaten by a schoolgirl, and now ridden
around as if she was the mistress and he was the ... ... ! Britt dug her heels
sharply into the man's body, making his whimper and yelp like a dog! 'Now that
gave the girl an idea!'

With both hands grasping tightly onto that school tie that was around his neck
and jaw line, she pulled up suddenly, bring his head backwards so she could
lean forwards and whisper into his ear "when the playdate is over its time for
the sleepover are you ready for that big man!" The schoolgirl was now wonder
if the 'other' rumours she'd heard about Kylie's Father were also true! But
even so Britt was a girl with patients, and one who liked her fun to go on for
a long time, so once they'd finished playing 'horsey' she had some other games
she wanted to play!

In the drawing room, and Britney Mum's head was in full spinning mode as she
tried to figure out how she got herself into this predicament, enjoyable and
exciting as it was for her. All she'd done was come around to drop and
overnight bag off for her Daughter sleepover! And now she was half undress
lent back in the comfy sofa having her breasts licked and kissed and her
nipples tortured, tantalized, sucked and bitten by this quite amazing
schoolgirl Kylie! 'What the hell was going to happen next?'

This was some playdate, in the household gym with horsey still being broken in
by Britt, with Trent being rode by the trashy schoolgirl, and in the sitting
room with her Mother about to be ridden by Kylie. Outside the house in the
driveway was a waiting car, sat there, waiting, was a man. He was Britney's
Father who had brought his wife here so she could drop off their Daughter's
overnight bag. The man had seen his wife go inside and still he was waiting
for her to come out. Waiting outside and wondering how long he would have to
wait, wondering what his Daughter was up too and more importantly, wondering
what was keeping his wife ... ... !