"This might be totally crazy. But come on vacation with me."
"What?"
"I'm going to get away for a while. A nice, summer beach vacation. It's soon for us to be doing something like this, I know, but I can't think of anything I want more than to spend that time with you."
She considers it. She notes the absurdity. But that all falls away. Maybe she should have thought for longer. But once the heart has decided, there is no room for countervailing concerns.
"Yes. Yes, of course! Wow. I'll need some new bathing suits."
"Kitten...." He smiles.
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Almost the whole plane ride, she wrapped herself around his arm and lay her head on his shoulder. Admittedly, this made it hard to read her book. He seemed to have less trouble with his. But she couldn't help herself. His feel, his scent. She wanted it on her. She'd occasionally turn her neck, the muscles between her head and shoulders stretching painfully from turning them to far. But that's how she could steal glances up at him. There he was. Her Daddy.
After they landed and stayed the course of the slow, crowded herd that was the line through the airport, they took a shuttle van to a ferry. Daddy said there were multiple islands in this archipelago, and the one they were going to was the best for lovers. No judgments, few prying eyes. A place where they could be with each other.
The ferry's foghorn sounded as they set off. The top deck's seating was almost entirely full. After enjoying the pure-blue skies and the portentous grey clouds in the distance, Daddy turned and whispered in her ear.
"Let's check out the other deck."
She shivered. His breath in her ear did that and more to her.
"But we won't see as well down there," she said.
"And we won't be seen much, either."
She knew what he meant. Already getting wet, she stood with him. He went ahead of her. She reached for his hand, catching his big fingers with hers. He squeezed back and gave her a tug, beckoning her to follow him down the stairs.
The deck below was much like the one on top, except it was T-shaped to allow for a larger viewing area towards the front. And of course, the tops of Ts have spots around corners where people can hide.
Daddy took her around the left corner and pressed her up against the glass window. If anyone came below deck, they wouldn't see her. If a little boat passed by, they'd see her t-shirt-covered tits smooshed against the glass. They'd see the look of fear and submission on her pretty, young face. And they'd see Daddy behind her. How his hands grasped her hips.
"D-Daddy. Here?"
He undid the button of her shorts, pulled down the zipper, and wedged his hand right to her hot, hairless slit. She gasped.
"Here. You're mine. I get this little girl pussy whenever I want. Wherever I want." He growled into her ear and gave it a bite. She shuddered. His fingers traced the length of her pussy. "You're soaked, kitten. You dirty whore."
"Daddy. Oh, Daddy," she moaned. She wriggled her ass, feeling his cock hardening in his own shorts as he touched her. She loved that.
