Over the next couple months, Kayla and I met for coffee almost every off day I had except for weekends. My wife Corinne dubbed this time 'the dad/daughter coffee hour.' During our talks together we talked more openly about sex, teasing each other. Kayla and I never repeated our one-time deal we made, but some days she made it blatantly clear she wanted to do it again, and more this time around. Some days it was me, but I was careful not to show it because I knew I she would jump at the opportunity. She would take off her shoes when she sat down and would give me a little show of flexing her feet and pointing her toes, usually if she wore flats. If she wore heels it would be a seductive heel tease tracing the heel of her shoe along the inside of my thigh. I would stop her when she got too close to my package.
Somedays she would tease me by asking if I wanted to smell her feet; "Wanna smell my feet dad?" or touch her feet; "Wanna take my shoes off for me and play with my feet dad? These nylons are really smooth." or offer sex; "Can I interest you in a footjob dad? Want a handjob while you smell my feet dad? Need a blowjob dad? Can I ride your cock until you cum in me today dad?" When she wore flip-flops it would be; "do my bare feet in these flip-flops look sexy enough for you to jerk off and cum on dad?" Each time I would turn her down, and she would give me a pouty face, stick her tongue out at me and respond with, "You don't love me anymore, do you dad." The tease would only last for a few minutes, usually until I turned down her various offer of the day. Her shoes would then remain discarded on the floor, and our normal conversation would start while she would be smiling at me as I checked out her bare feet or selection of nylons for the day. "You're so cute when you try not to look at my feet dad." She would giggle.
She would always cross her legs as we talked, usually left over right since she would be sitting on my left, and I would allow her to rub my shin and calf with her foot while we talked. If I was wearing pants, she would lift my pant leg with her foot and just place it against my shin. I think we both mutually agreed without actually saying so, her foot rubbing against my leg was an appropriate showing of affection between the two of us. I no longer got a peck on the cheek when she left; instead we kissed on the lips. When she would be in a frisky mood, the kiss would last a little longer than a normal dad/daughter kiss and she would slip me her tongue.
The teasing wasn't all one way though. I got my shots in on her that would make her blush, or get her wound up just to leave her hanging. On some days when I would be working Kayla would send picture messages of her feet to me on my cell phone with a caption of "coffee tomorrow?" Or of her seductively blowing me a kiss with the caption of "Miss you daddy. Stay safe." I usually just deleted them without answering. The funniest one was a picture of her bare feet in white flip-flops that had a solid five inch heel. Her caption was:"Do these flip-flops make my feet look big?" I chuckled as I texted her back with: "Oh my gosh Kayla, your feet are so sexy in those, I would love to jack off and cum all over your feet while you're wearing those." The next day she practically ran through the kitchen door with the aforementioned flip-flops on her feet. I roared in laughter. The look on her face was priceless; and she started to blush when she realized I was only teasing her. "You mean you were just punking me dad?" she whined.
Kayla discovered I didn't like black nylons when one day she wore them and I didn't realize I wasn't paying any attention to her feet. Unconsciously, I even moved my leg away from her. Halfway through our coffee hour, she reached up underneath her pant leg and took it off. "There! Happy now?" she tossed the knee high stocking on the table. Startled, I just looked at her dumbfounded. "Don't give me that look dad." She scolded me. "You haven't looked at my feet at all today, and haven't let me rub your leg. Move your leg over so I can rub it." Instinctively I did, and immediately her bare foot started rubbing along the normal path against my shin and calf. "Ugh. You're such a brat dad." Our conversation picked up where it was before her outburst, like nothing happened. Before she left that day, I took her bare foot and kissed it sensuously, before putting her nylon back on it. Then I took both her feet, put them up to my nose and audibly inhaled her foot odor mixed with her lotion. Her head lying against the back of the chair, her gorgeous green eyes looking at me accenting her daddy smile as she cooed; "You do still love me, don't you dad."
Corinne took a week of vacation during the week Kayla turned 21. The day before her birthday, Kayla called to make sure I was home for our coffee hour. I informed her Corinne would be joining us. I could actually hear the disappointment in her voice when she told me she would be there in about 30 minutes. Since it normally took her ten to drive from her apartment to the house I stupidly asked her where she was.
"Gosh dad, you can be such a dork sometimes." She said. "I'm going to have to go back home and change now. I got a pedicure and had my toenails painted silver. I'm dressed up to be your perfect little slut today dad. I'm wearing the gray sheer thigh high nylons I know you like with a garter belt. I was going to tease you mercilessly with my nylon feet until you agreed to finally give me your cock to fuck as a birthday present." I was dumbfounded again. After a few seconds of silence: "Dad? ...You still there?"
"I'm still here." I chuckled. "I get it, paybacks right?" Corinne walked into the kitchen and heard the last part of the conversation.
"Paybacks for what dear?" Corinne asked. I just pointed to the phone against my head, mouthed Kayla, and she put her hand up. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt."
"Not paybacks dad." Kayla said into my ear. "I have been so horny lately, my pussy is constantly wet. I've been masturbating a lot thinking of your cock. I was going to pounce on you the second I walked through the door. I need your hot cum on my feet and want to make your cock cum inside me. Now I can't! You have to send her to the store or something. I can ride your cock fast and hard and make us both cum in less than a minute! I want my daddy time!"
"Well okay then, I guess we'll see you when you get here. Your mom is already brewing the coffee."
"Ugh. You're impossible dad." And she hung up on me.
"Okay, see you soon. Love you." I said into the dead phone before hanging it up.
"I'm surprised she didn't tell you to get rid of me so she could have her daddy time with coffee." Corinne griped. How could I have almost identical demeanor women? Like mother like daughter?
"Not funny Cory." I snipped at her.
"Oh come on Brady. You're gonna stand there and tell me she doesn't look forward to the dad/daughter coffee hour? Anybody who knows her knows she is daddy's girl. You're the most important man in her life. Especially now since she kicked Matt out or whatever happened there. I'm sure you know more about it than I ever will. Would it actually kill you to show a little more affection to Trina?"
Corinne used the Brady card. She pulled that out at whim nowadays. My real name was Brady, given to me at birth, but the only person who called me by my real name was my mother. Everybody else called me Brad. My dad, in his infinite feisty wisdom, started calling me Brad when I learned how to talk. He was afraid I would get my ass kicked in school if anybody knew my real name. When I was getting my ass kicked in school he told me to buck up, and at least I wasn't getting my ass kicked for my name.