The Adventures of Poppy - By Daddy John

A day out with Daddy

It was a blistering hot day. Poppy was wearing her new sundress and flip-flops. The flowing lines of her sundress hid from view the fact she was also wearing a disposable nappy under them. She loved hiding this little secret from other people and the freedom that wearing a nappy gave her. Poppy had arranged to meet her special 'daddy' at the train station, and he was there waiting for her when she got off the train. He gave her a big bear hug to say hello. "I want a milkshake" Poppy almost shouted. "I'm too hot!" The drove to the local milkbar, with Poppy enjoying the cool airconditioning of the car. The milkbar was one of those classic old style ones, and was blissfully airconditioned, making it almost too cold. As goosebumps spread over her, she could feel her now nipples harden up against the cloth of the sundress. Poppy could tell 'daddy' noticed this as well, but he didn't say anything. They talked and talked over a milkshake and lemonade.

Poppy talked about her adventures and what Santa had given her. 'Daddy' talked about his work and gave her a new book as a belated present. "Can you read it too me now?" Poppy asked. "Later sweet, when you can have a lie down and a nap. Poppy had started fidgeting a bit. "Are you bored, do you want to go to a park?" he asked. Poppy leaned forward and whispered "no, I need to do a wee wee." Daddy knew she was wearing a nappy, and the milkbar didn't have a toilet. He leaned forward and held her hand. "Just go, it's alright." Poppy looked straight at him, and as her face blushed ever so slightly he sensed the relief she was feeling. It was such a turn on for 'daddy' knowing what she was doing. "I guess I will have to change you later" he said with a smile. They stayed seated for a while, with Poppy enjoying the warmth in her nappy, and 'Daddy' thinking about the order of Prime Ministers of Australia from Edmond Barton to John Howard so that he would be presentable when he stood up. After a while he paid, and they walked to the car, with scarcely a sign of Poppy's 'accident'.

Poppy and 'daddy' walked to the car, picking up a bottle of water to help rehydrate in the heat. When they got to the car the seat was too hot to sit on, so he placed a towel on the seat. The car park was very crowded, so they drove to a nearby park at Ball's Head. As it was a workday, and so hot, the park, despite offering fantastic views of the harbour, was pretty much deserted. 'Daddy' parked the car. "I can change you here if you like." he said. "OK, but there is only one spare nappy" Poppy replied, and I don't have any undies." They decided to risk the possibility of an 'accident'. With Poppy lying down on the back seat, legs in the air (circling like riding a bike, which was very annoying), 'daddy' peeled off the tabs of the nappy, and pulled down the front. The nappy felt warm and heavy, deliciously full. He gently lifted her bottom and pulled the nappy down from her, folding it up on itself and putting it into a plastic bag. He got a wipe out and delicately wiped around the soft folds of skin on either side of Poppy's ‘Jenny’. She smiled as she enjoyed the feeling. A second wipe was used around her bottom, and she felt wonderfully fresh, the coolness of the wipe picking up the feint breeze that made its way into the car.

Poppy sat up and with 'Daddy's help got out of the car. "Tip your in!" she yelled as she tagged him on the shoulder, and ran off into the park. 'Daddy' grabbed his bag, closed the car, quickly locked it and ran after her. Poppy's athletic body carried her quickly away, but 'Daddy' saw her heading for some rocks to hide behind. "She's good," he thought, but he went around the other side, to sneak up behind her. With Poppy occasionally peaking around the rock to see whether 'Daddy' was coming, she didn't notice him stealthily tip toe up behind her. "Gotcha!" he shouted as he grabbed her around the waist. Poppy screamed. The sudden shock caused a tiny short burst of wee out of her, but it went straight to the leaves below, not touching her sun dress, so nobody but Poppy noticed. She liked that feeling and thought about sneaking more pee out later on.

"Story time" he said, and they found a comfy spot to sit down in the shade. 'Daddy' laid out a beach towel, and sat down. Poppy lay down, her head resting on his lap, and he started reading 'Where the Wild Things Are.' As he read, he caressed the small of her back and the round curves of her butt, enjoying the softness of her smooth skin. His long fingers gently massaged away and Poppy could feel a lovely feeling flowing over her, of complete comfort and security, combined with the sensual delight of his touch. When the story finished he leaned down, first kissing her neck then, as she turned to meet him, her mouth, their tongues gently dancing around each other like a Russian ballet. All cares were lost, and for that moment they felt like the only two people on Earth.