"..I am going to get in the shower now; I'll leave the front door unlocked for you. Just come in when you get here and make yourself comfortable." she said, and then hung up the phone. She was so excited. She always looked forward to his visits.
The shower was nice and steamy on this cool fall evening. While she was shaving she heard the front door close, and her heart jumped. 'He's here!' she thought to herself as a huge grin spread across her face and her tongue flicked across her top lip. Her tongue always flicked across her lips when she was excited... it was one of her biggest "tells" to how much she was enjoying herself.
Done with her shower, she shut off the water, wrapped herself in her towel and exited the bathroom. Through the doorway into the living room she could see his leg and foot in front of the big chair he always chose to sit in. Staring at the size 15 shoe, she thought to herself, "There is nothing small about this man, is there?" The silly girl grin had not left her face yet.
"Hello Daddy," she said as she slunk into the room, not even wrapping the towel around her, just draping it over her front side, still dripping wet from the shower because she didn't even dry off. She couldn't wait to go out and see him. She stood in front of him, bouncing with excitement from one foot to the other. "I am such a happy girl now that you are here!" she exclaimed as she straddled his lap.
He looked up from his phone, where he had been checking his email while waiting for her and smiled. Her excitement and enthusiasm was amusing to him. He set the phone down on the end table next to the chair, grinning back at her, "Really? Why?" he said.
She leaned forward and kissed him, then buried her face in his chest and with a deep inhale said, "Because you smell so divine!" This made him laugh. She always got lost in ecstasy while "huffing" (as he called it) him.
"So, what do you want to do today?" He asked her when she was done taking in his scent, as if he didn't already know. He knew her one track mind well, better than anyone else before him. He knew exactly what she wanted... a visit from "Dirty Daddy" as she referred to it. He knew she wanted to feel those huge hands as they pulled her up off his lap, then dragged her to the floor. He knew she wanted to feel them as they travelled roughly all over her body, one of them ultimately ending up wrapped in her hair. She wanted to writhe in ecstasy as he mauled her breasts with the other hand, then travelling further, slipping down between her thighs, pushing those large fingers inside her, one at a time, all the while whispering in his deep Daddy voice how good she felt and how proud she made him each time he slipped another finger in.
Blushing, she buried her face into his chest again, shaking her head, let out a muffled, "I don't know."
His fingers wrapped around her hair at the base of her skull and pulled her face up to look at him, "I have a feeling you DO know, now out with it!"
"I want Dirty Daddy!" She exclaimed in a whisper, looking away because actually verbalizing this want, need, desire was the hardest thing for her to ever do and she just couldn't bear to look him in the eyes as she said it. "Oh, how I want Dirty Daddy so, so, SO badly!" Her tongue flicked her lips again and again as she looked down at his hands, oh, those big, rough hands.
"Go get your bag." He directed.
She climbed off his lap, leaving the towel there, and disappeared down the hall to her room. When she came back the blanket that was on the couch was laid out in the middle of the floor.
