Welcome to part two of our story. This series will be a multi-part collaboration attempt between two first time Literotica writers. This story is written in tandem, you will notice changes in pronouns. To avoid confusion, we'll be labeling our sections HIS and HERS. As always, constructive feedback is encouraged. Let us know what you like (and what you don't). Most of all, please enjoy our work. However you see fit.
HIS
"Ok sweetheart, five minutes," you say as you step away from me and walk to the bathroom, my first deposit of the day leaking slowly down the inside of your thigh. You pause briefly, considering pulling on your suit to feel me inside of you all day, leaking out of you at the party. It is after all my right of ownership. But the idea passes as you close the door to "freshen up".
All clean and fresh, you emerge, the picture of beauty. Your incredible body squeezed into a stunning bikini with a see through cover-up. It has the effect of highlighting both your magnificent tits and that round, perfect ass. The straps are struggling to contain you and I can't get enough of drinking you in. My mouth hangs open cartoonishly, as though the wolf whistle cannot be far behind.
The lust I am obviously fighting makes you dampen, your insides react, but you know we must be getting on the road. As you sashay past me, slowly flaunting yourself to me, I realize I am letting control slip just a bit, and react with a swift slap across your ass, my hardened look reminding you that you belong to me. Your eyes turn teasingly at my strike, looking directly into mine from behind your shoulder, under the lashes. I can see the fire in them, and moreso, I can see your utter submission. You are mine, and you want me to know it.
Rising from the bed I follow you out the door, walking behind you so I can feast my eyes on your motion. The side to side rocking of your hips and ass is almost hypnotic. If this was the outfit you wore, I'd follow you to the gates of hell.
As we're making our way to the family area, just before we're visible, I reach out from behind you and cup your ass, allowing my first finger to slide between the round globes, and in a single straight line travel from the bottom of your pussy to your clit. Just a tease, to keep the fire burning.
Your son is ready and waiting. So excited to see his family and all of his cousins. But most of all, he wants to see grandma. His excitement is certainly taking its toll already, but he can nap during the ride and the pool should wake him right up. At long last, we exit the house, load up the car and get on the road. The drive isn't too bad as it is only five miles away.
As soon as we are out of the neighborhood and onto the open road, he's out like a light. His snores evident over the interior sounds of our travel. We fall into an easy conversation about the day, and what should I expect from your family...
HERS
Looking at you with a sparkle in my eye. "I'm sure you can expect a mix of openness, care, and love from my mom. She's a pretty amazing woman."
My fingers slowly glide over your hand as you drive the short distance to my family's house.
"My dad tends to have a short temper, but he judges people based on their merits and believes that nobody is good enough for me."
I giggle lightly "So good luck with that."
As we finally arrived, we both stand nervously at the front door, waiting for my parents to greet us.
The door swung open, and there stood my mom, beaming with joy. Without hesitation, she enveloped my son, her grandson, in an embrace so tight, it looked like she was trying to break him with the world's most intense hug.
My mom finally let go and turned her attention to you, her eyes sparkled with warmth and acceptance as she welcomed you into the house.
Just as we made our way inside my dad stood beside the kitchen bench observing you, with a discerning eye. His gaze moved up and down, measuring you, but his stern expression soon softened into a smile of approval, as he watched you leading me through the house with your hand on my lower back.
As the day progresses, my mom continues to shower my son with affection, holding him so tightly, seemingly trying to protect him from the world's worries.
Meanwhile, I notice that my dad and my friend Ryan have cornered you, and seem to be asking you questions.
HIS
Your father approaches me with his hand out. As I grasp it and shake, he says, "Come, let's go sit by the fire pit, I'd like to get to know you a little bit." He's evaluating me with his eyes. He seems to have settled on me being allowed in the house, but not much else.
Outwardly, I smile, following his lead. Internally however, I desperately want to know what he knows. What has he been able to ascertain about his little girl's new man? Does he realize you're my little girl now? Does he acknowledge, deep in the back of his mind, the filthy things you do for me? With me? Does he know that you're such a good girl for me?
Almost by magic, as if my impure thoughts of you contained summoning powers, you appear. You're holding a drink for me. Taking care of me in the only way available to you right now. Running your nails over the back of my hand as you pass the drink over to me. Flashing that flirty little grin at me before turning to your father and leaning in to whisper in his ear. You've made sure your ass is on full display to me as you do so. "Go easy on this one daddy, I kinda like him," you giggle, winking at me and walking away. Your body movements drawing my eye, your hips with an extra pop to them. Showing me what is mine. Unconsciously, I lick my lips, wishing I could taste you. All of you.
Your father looks at you and shakes his head, telling me with a chuckle, not to have daughters. We begin to chat about the party, with me complimenting his outdoor oasis. This brings a smile to his face, easing a bit of the awkward tension between a father and his daughter's partner. The conversation continues lightly, we're getting along well. Suddenly, your friend, Ryan approaches and joins us.
"Oh, this must be Rhi's new guy, mind if I join you?" Ryan asks. And of course, we point to the open chair, but not before I stand and introduce myself. As I return to my seat I can tell that this gesture did not go unnoticed by your father. I'm beginning to feel good about myself and our interaction, but I know the questions are coming, and come they do.
"So, Andrew, tell me a little bit about yourself," he asks. And I do. I tell him about my job, a VP of Client Success for a tech company. About my family, describing in detail my familial dynamic, my relationship with my immediate and distant families, both of which are very close. I delve into my education, my work ethic. All of the high level information a father would worry about for his little girl.
I can tell I'm passing this test. Until he asks, "And what do you want with my little girl?"
