[#220] Changing Tides

The atmosphere took a whole hour to get right!  The candles, the lights, the fishnet stockings pulled up my thighs.  A shiny, silver mini skirt and a simple black bra.  I'd done my hair the way she liked it.  I even wore the necklace Melody bought me last year for our anniversary.  When she stepped in the front door, the surprise on her face was remarkable.  Complete awe!  And without a word, I walked up to her and planted my lips on hers.

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There were things to be expected upon getting home to an adult little girl; cookies, made poorly? coloring in, mostly inside the line and some on the wall? cuddles and bounces? a diaper in need of changing, that was a certainty. But this was... quite outside my expectation. She beamed, she tried to beam childishly in a sexy way, and I smiled coyly.

"Did you get into Mommy's clothes again?"

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I shot a sharp glare at Melody and pushed her roughly to the wall.  An exhale escaped her lips and I could see the shine in her eyes.  She was aroused.  She should be!  With another forceful kiss, I felt her body melt into mine.  My fingers slid up her sides, to her collar, and started unbuttoning her blouse.  My lips touched her neck and I could hear her breathing - deep and uneven - in my ear.  Once her shirt fell to the floor, I unbuttoned her pants and put my hand down the front.

"Hmm, who's the wet one now?" I whispered to her.  And it certainly wasn't me.

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Welp. That was certainly unexpected now, wasn't it? I was caught off guard in the most profound of ways, because there was always the conflict, wasn't there? Did I play into this? Did she want me to put her back in her place? Mm. It wasn't often that I let her lead the way, but this time... I did. I spun her around and I pushed her back to the wall.

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The heat on her cheeks.  The warmth between her legs.  Even with my back on the wall, in a position of vulnerability, our kisses had so much passion.  My fingers pushed inside her and her wetness welcomed me.

"Mm... you're so cute," Melody whispered between moans.  I turned my lips up in a smile.

"Not cute.  Sexy.  I'm a big girl-- er... woman!  I'm a woman!" Suddenly, my confidence started to falter.  I couldn't believe I said that!  I was acting so mature, so grown up, and... and then I said 'big girl' like a toddler?!  I puffed out my cheeks in annoyance and broke our kiss.

"Not fair!" I whined. "I tried really hard!  I was sexy and... and... I misspoke!" I stomped my foot in frustration.

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"Oh you misspoke, did you? I think you did, you know? I think when you said that I was the one whom was wet..."

I put my hand up her thigh, fingers tracing up the details of her pretty fishnets, and gently pressed those same digits against the padding of her diaper hiding out just beneath her shiny skirt.

"What you meant to say was that -you- were wet, and you wanted Mommy to... help."

I grinned. She shrunk. Tonight would be sexy, but it would be sexy because I said so. And in the morning, she'd be wetter than she was now.