Saturday brought fresh challenges. Ella received a call from home and was gone by 10am. Simone and I walked her to the train station as she was clearly upset at the news of her mother's illness but she was strong enough to make the journey on her own. Which left Simone and me - alone for the weekend. And I was a little nervous.
Simone looked fabulous again. Scrubbed clean but so bright and fresh, her golden hair blowing freely in the wind. She had on a fluffy sweater which only accentuated her femininity. I said goodbye to her at the station and walked off. She ran behind and caught me up, holding my arm and saying "Please, can we talk. I know I said some things last night that I'm ashamed of ... but I do need to talk to someone... someone that will" she paused "understand my problems".
I looked at her and said "Can't one of the other girls help - how about Leila?". She replied, "Oh Lee is fine, but I need to talk on an adult level". She looked up at me with big, imploring eyes. I couldn't resist. "O. K., let's talk as we walk". We were in a country lane running away from the station back to the school. It was a two-mile walk but a nice day and we decided to cut across some fields running next to the school and walk that way.
Simone was obviously a troubled girl. She started by apologising again for what she'd said but I told her that no-one would know. She told me how she was afraid of her father - which is why she spent most weekends at the school. At the age of 12, when her body was developing, he'd started to take more of an interest in her bath-times and would sit in her room in the mornings as she was dressing for school - supposedly to talk before he went off to work but he would watch her intently as she dressed. At first Simone loved having her Daddy around but she realised that it wasn't right in some way.
Her father had a close friend and business partner - Philip. He was clearly a guy that liked young girls and when they were as sophisticated as Simone, he took an even keener interest. For her fifteenth birthday Philip offered to take her to Paris. He flew there often and on this occasion needed to stay over the weekend. He said that she would fly out with him on the Friday, she could stay at the same hotel where there was a swimming pool and gym and at the weekend they would explore the city together. He said that in all of his visits to the city, he'd never looked around it - he was divorced without any children of his own.
Simone jumped at the chance and her parents agreed.
The one stipulation Philip made was that Simone would have to look 'smart and grown-up' while they were there. This turned out to mean that he wanted her to wear skirts and blouses and be paraded almost as his toy or sex-kitten. She told me that she was already 5' 5" and wearing 34B bras and had borrowed her big sisters underwear on occasion - 'Janet Reger' and similar quality stuff. As she was talking I could feel my cock starting to stir. She was a lovely girl with a silky voice and the way she was talking about these 'adult' matters was quite arousing.
Philip had picked her up on the Friday morning (her birthday was Sunday) and drove them to the airport in his BMW. As she was seated next to him, he patted her thigh and commented her on how 'womanly' she looked. The day went fine, he went to meetings after they checked in and she filled her time in the hotel. That evening, they walked around Paris, eating crepes from a street stall, watching the mime artists at the Pompidou centre and had a fine time. He treated her as a grown-up and she responded in kind by acting mature and dropping any obvious 'girlyness'. At the hotel, he kissed her goodnight with a peck on the cheek and they went to their separate bedrooms.
The next day (Saturday) he told her he would take her around the shops and buy something for his favourite 'niece' on her birthday and make the day all about her. They went to 'Gallerie Lafayette' and he took her to the dress department. She loved the clothes, so silky and so well made. She tried on a few and paraded for him. She thought nothing of it, she did this all the time with her mother.
He picked a dress for her that was plain black but very short and left her shoulders bare. It fit perfectly as she was so slim and he made a point of taking her to the shoe department and choosing a pair of black stilettos. To finish the look, he said, they went to the lingerie department and he bought her a set of silk underwear - soft and sheer panties, garter belt and silk stockings, very sheer. A bra and camisole also. She accepted everything gratefully and without a second thought.
They walked and walked that day and arrived back at the hotel around 6pm. He said he would call for her at 7. 30pm and they would go somewhere 'posh' for dinner. He said more than once that she would look lovely in her new outfit and he made it plain that as he'd bought it for her, she could at least wear it for him.
She bathed and laid the new clothes on the bed. The clothes felt so 'adult' and she finally felt like she was a real woman in spite of being only one day short of 15. She had shaved her legs, smothered herself in the lotions that were stocked in the hotel bathroom, spent time drying and styling her gorgeous hair making it fall in soft waves to shorten the length but leave it bouncing on the top of her shoulders.
She put on the garter belt and slid the stockings over her legs. She slipped on the panties and shoes and admired herself in the mirror. She stepped into the dress and it almost hissed as it slid up her nylon encased legs and over her slim figure.
She touched her make-up, not too much "I didn't want to appear tarty" and applied a soft pink gloss to her full lips. A shot of expensive Chanel perfume - another gift from Philip - and she was ready to go as her door was knocked.