Nina’s Birthday

Several weeks of daddy/little adventures have passed since I last wrote about life with Nina, work has been hectic, but Nina and I have managed to meet once a week at least and I’ve not had so much fun for a long time.

As we hurtled into May, I was conscious of a serious daddy opportunity looming large on the horizon, Nina’s birthday.

Fortunately it coincided with a week that saw Mrs LSD take her annual pilgrimage to the Highlands of Scotland to visit her parents, so I had 2 or 3 days free to entertain Nina.

My plan was simple. Tuesday night we would eat in a private dining club I know in Mayfair, then on Weds morning we’d drive out of the city to a spa in the Surrey countryside for the night. Nina could have the full-on spa treatment and emerge beautifully waxed and buffed. Sound plan.

Tuesday lunchtime arrived and I got the usual pre-date text from Nina,

“Daddy, am I to wear panties tonight?”

An easy reply for what I had in mind – “No panties”

We met just after 7 at one of our favourite bars, which is just round the corner from the restaurant. I love spotting Nina before she sees me, she was in my favourite red dress, figure hugging, but not too revealing. It sets off her dark skin perfectly, which seemed to glow in the evening sunshine.

I was bursting to see her.

The bar was already busy, that Tuesday was the first sunny day in London after what seemed like weeks and there was a tangible feeling of collective joy in the air, a realisation that summer’s on the way.

We did what we always do, I gently kissed her cheek and as I did she whispered into my ear “Hello daddy” 

The work de-stress then followed, I listened as Nina told me a sad story about a client that had lost an immigration appeal and looked like being deported after which, my day, which involved sacking a temp, seemed rather dull.

Drinks finished, we headed off. The dining club was recommended to me by a wealthy friend that I was at uni with. It’s very old money and operates a strict membership policy, which fortunately my friend was able to fix for me.

As we arrived we were offered a choice between Crystal or Dom Perignon champagne, this was not shaping up to be a reasonably priced evening….

Then the highlight, our private dining room. Our overly officious French maitre d’ opened the door to a very small, beautifully decorated room, with a large red velvet bench that ran round the room in a semi-circle, enveloping the table.

“Sir, tonight we have our six course tasting menu and matched wines, my colleague here will be serving you, however, if for any reason you do not wish to be disturbed, please press this button”

I looked to my left to see a small brass switch, marked “Privacy”, I guess this was a regular venue for some high end, confidential business and I had some of my own…

The food was sublime and the Michelin stars certainly earned, but Nina and I were beginning to find it a distraction. After the waiter had left us, she turned and whispered into my ear,

“I want to make daddy happy now”

Now, usually I would have been only too happy to be falling back into the padded comfort of the banquette and letting Nina’s gorgeous mouth take over, but no, it was her birthday and I was going to make it memorable…

We started kissing and I started to slide my hand between her legs, until I reached her beautiful, bare cunt.

She gasped a little into my ear those two words that when so breathlessly uttered, make me hard in seconds “Oh, daddy”

Nina was so warm and wet that my fingers slipped in easily and within a few seconds she had fallen back onto the banquette and was slipping into a trance of sheer pleasure.

Now, Nina is a very vocal lover and whilst we were guaranteed no interruptions from the staff, I didn’t want the whole building to know we were fucking, so in a flash, I picked up her napkin, rolled it around in my free hand and made an improvised ball gag.

“Daddy’s little girl needs to stop sounding like a slut” and with that, in it went, she seemed surprised, but bit down on it and closed her eyes.

In a matter of moments, with my fingers still working furiously, she came hard and as she did, the magical moans of my very satisfied lover, though slightly muffled, were enough for me to know that private dining was a seriously sexy option.

“Nina, daddy wants you to take him in your mouth and he wants you to make him cum like the whore you are”

As always, Nina went to work with enthusiasm bordering on the demented, in no time, we were both spent.

I flicked the privacy switch off and moments later a waitress appeared, “Would you like to choose a pudding?”

We looked at each other and giggled….

First Brunch

Brunch is a good time to meet a prospective SB.

It’s the sort of date which can be cup-of-coffee brief, or, if the convo is flowing and the attraction is there, can easily become a leisurely, playful, lunch.

Of the three prospective SBs, one, Nina, was keen and eager to meet. The other two were irritating me by coming back with timings that were awkward, until I got to the point of thinking, sod it, it’s you who’s meant to be chasing me….

So, Tuesday morning at 11 saw me at one of my favourite places, The Wolseley on Piccadilly, waiting for Nina.

What did I know about her? Well, quite a lot already, she was 26 and in her first job as a lawyer for a mid-sized firm in central London, she’d been to a good uni and although originally from the West Indies, had been to an independent school in the UK.

Apparently her father was some kind of diplomat and the family had lived in London for years.

Her photos were not very clear, which is usually a bad sign, but from the tone of her messages she was obviously well-educated and I thought that it was worth meeting to see if we ‘clicked’.

I got there 10 minutes early and secured a good table with a view of the main doors, I took some time to absorb the others nearby, to my right a couple of suited Americans, who from their convo were obviously bankers. Several Spanish tourists chatted loudly and incessantly on another table to my left. So, a perfect table where we could talk discretely.

Bang on 11, I saw a tall, very elegant black woman come through the doors and walk confidently up to the guy at the reception. I could see she was being pointed to my table. I was immediately captivated by her walk, her figure and her appearance –  a smart dark grey business suit, Mulberry handbag, cream blouse and a short bob.

“Nina?” I needn’t have said, but did, she smiled, I smiled. We kissed a greeting and I invited her to sit and offered her a drink. Good start.

“Yes, lovely to meet you”

The convo was flowing fast quite soon.

We talked about previous arrangements, she’d had two and really enjoyed them, her last was three months ago. We talked about shared interests, we soon settled on music; she played the violin, triathlons and cocktails!

Plenty to be going on with.

The more we chatted, the more interested I became and, I have to admit, aroused.

She was truly gorgeous, slim, yet curvy, full breasts and beautifully turned out, most of all, witty and intelligent.

She found she couldn’t date guys her own age, most bored her, those that didn’t were simply not up to looking after a lady properly. She enjoyed lots about older guys, but particularly the fact that this woman sometimes needed a man in her life who ‘took control’….

In that coded, flirtatious way, we were skirting around why a successful, intelligent woman was seeking a man who could be allowed to dominate certain areas of her life.

Time whizzed by and before long we decided to transform a coffee into brunch.

By 12.45 we had arranged a first date for next week, fixed a monthly allowance and I told her to go away and let me know if she was happy with everything. She said she didn’t need to and the answer was a definite yes.

So we left, I hailed her a cab and we kissed, said our goodbyes and parted.

I walked up Piccadilly towards the tube with a delicious feeling of excitement, I’d found a new Sugarbabe.