Daddy's Dollhouse Ch. 03

## The Chance Meeting

Over the next few meetings Olivia saw the dark eyed man attending the group. He always took a seat at the back. He was always quiet, always calm. He seemed to be too strong to be there, showing so little emotion as he sat silently.

She supposed it was a mask hiding his anger, sadness or grief. The ones that were quiet were always the ones with the most pain, she thought. Still he seemed so out of place here, most of the men that attended the group were wrecks, lost and disheveled, but this man seemed almost at peace like he was here for entirely different reasons. Sister Maggie noticed him and Olivia's obvious interest in him and so made a point of mentioning him after each meeting to Olivia, and insisting that Olivia say something to him before Maggie took matters into her own hands and forced them to speak.

Finally, filled with trepidation, Olivia decided to stand at the back of the room one evening. She wasn't sure what to expect but she had to try. When he walked in shortly after the start he saw her by the door, and she smiled warmly at him. He nodded and moved to a seat on the back row again, this time Olivia followed and sat down beside him.

He didn't seem to mind her presence or intrusion, he almost seemed like he had been expecting it. He still seemed aloof as he sat silently. Olivia steeled herself and dived in introducing herself and continued, "I've been watching you for a while and noticed you..." She stopped embarrassed at how it had sounded and tried again. "I'm sorry. I mean I've seen that you come in a bit after we start and slip out early, I mean. I'm really bad at this." she paused again, "Did you lose someone close to you recently." He sat silently for a moment then, then sighed slowly.

She panicked, afraid she had offended him with her fumbling and directness. She was about to get up when he placed his hand on her forearm to stop her. Her arm burned and tingled at his warm touch and he finally spoke. "You aren't that bad at it. I'm not sure why I've come here," he admitted slowly. "I lost my wife a few years ago. I went through a hard time and I stopped living my life a few years ago because of it." He shrugged, "I've been wondering if I'm punishing myself."

He trailed off, they sat in their silence for another moment, Olivia felt like she had intruded into his private thoughts. Then he said, "I came here because my wife told me to." He shrugged and held a hand up in a quiet show of agreement as he nodded his head, "I know, it's crazy. I just... I felt like she wanted me to turn things around, stop blaming myself, or God, or her and just start to live again." He didn't look at her as he spoke, he just kept looking forward at nothing in particular.

In his low tone he continued, "I'm just not sure how to do that stuff yet, and I don't really want to talk to everyone about it. I sort of figured that just showing up here would be a start of some kind." He paused before glancing at her and adding, "But if I have to stand up and say 'hi, I'm William and I'm a widower', I'm out the door." His face a dead serious mask before he gave her a friendly smile, and she felt her heart flutter.

Olivia suppressed her own smile as she gave a low monotone voice, "Hi, Bill." She smirked at him and he rolled his eyes, "this isn't a 12 step thing, we don't do that unless you want it. I think Gerry over there is a bit upset no one does that when he shares," she pointed at a disheveled bald man with a bad combover. "Besides we have free stale doughnuts and really bad coffee that you're missing out on by leaving early every time."

They sat in relative silence the rest of the meeting. She kept glancing at him hoping he'd say something, and wanting to say more herself. She wanted to be witty and funny, but she couldn't get anything to sound right in her head. So she sat quietly next to him, and he didn't seem to mind. She felt so awkward as she sat, she didn't know where to look or what to do, she wished he'd put his hand on her again. Her arm where he had touched her was still warm with sensation. She longed to feel his touch again as the sensation of warmth seemed to spread through her at the thought.

Eventually she just looked down embarrassed by her thoughts, and without realizing it she was staring at the bulge in his pants. She watched it shift and move slightly, and she found herself fantasizing about taking it out and tasting it, she tried not to stare but her eyes were always drawn back to it. Its small twitches and movements had her mind filled with visions of a veined fleshy snake writhing its way free of his pants and into her throat. She found herself starting to drool as she thought about his thick white semen in her mouth, spilling down her chin and over her breasts. Her thoughts had been so slutty and naughty and she wondered why she couldn't think of anything else but being used by him. She knew that Maggie had to be right, she was too pent up and needed someone to fuck her.

She fought the urge to touch herself. She fought to stop salivating over him. She fought to stop looking at his cock.

She was so turned on. She knew if he touched her, just brushed against her that she would cum and that she would be unable to fight any more. She could feel her panties getting wet just thinking about it all.

She imagined herself pulling open her blouse and letting him fondle and play with her tits right there in front of everyone. She could take out his cock and rub it between her breasts until he exploded his seed all over them, then she could move her head closer so he could spray her face as well.

She needed to stand up, go to the restroom and rub herself to ecstasy as she imagined him rubbing his cock against her face. She wanted to suck his balls and lick his asshole, coaxing out every drop of cum that he had and making him cover her with it. She could feel her juices soaking through and starting to run down over her pulsating asshole making her feel more slutty and horny than she could bear.

Suddenly he pinched her on the arm, breaking the spell for her fantasies. "Wake up sleepyhead, the meeting is almost over." She didn't notice the small sticky patch he pulled off of her arm where he had left it when he had touched her earlier, masking its removal with the pinch. Her head almost instantly had become more clear and she sat up embarrassed by her shameful thoughts about this man she didn't even know, and how badly she had been lusting after him, never guessing her desires had been manufactured by him.

Her eyes shot wide open with the sudden shock, and she sat up with a start. She had just barely kept herself from yelping, or worse, moaning like a horny school girl. She rubbed her arm a bit, it felt oddly sore and raw, and she was painfully aware of how wet her panties were from her "dream" and very glad she had worn a skirt, otherwise it would have been hard to hide the wet spot on her pants. "Ouch," she whispered, "you're awfully touchy with someone you just met."

"Sorry, but you weren't answering to your name when I tried to whisper it and nudge you," he said, seeming a bit embarrassed. His eyes twinkled though and she felt a small shiver run through her. She felt like a mouse trapped in a snake's hypnotic gaze, and she could feel the pull of his will over her making her start to get wet again looking into his eyes like that.

Afterwards he stayed and visited with her a bit more instead of slipping out early. His attention was very attractive to her and she felt butterflies in her stomach as she felt the weight of his gaze and full attention on her and her alone. She was still so aware of her wet panties and how his eyes made her feel so small and weak. He made her quiver with a fear that excited her and she was painfully aware of herself as they tried to actually make small talk. As he sipped the coffee he made a face and looked at her, "you weren't lying about the coffee."

She took a breath and words spilled out almost unbidden. "Would you like to get something a little better with me then? I know a little cafe just around the corner, if... if you'd like." She surprised herself as she uttered these words, and wondered where her bravery to speak them had come from.

William smiled, and dropped his cup in the trash, and pushed open the door. From the corner of her eye, Olivia saw Maggie place one hand at her groin and make pelvic thrusts while biting her lower lip as she rolled her hips. Only Olivia could see her and Maggie winked at her as they left. Olivia wondered how Maggie could be a nun with such a dirty mind and lewd way of expressing herself. Olivia couldn't help smiling at Maggie, but she hid the expression behind her hand as she left with William.