I broke this into two parts. Many of the comments I was getting, were people requesting another voyeur scene. This part will cover that with the finale being in part two. I will assume you have read the previous chapters, which I do recommend. This chapter will continue as if you have. All characters are fictional. Any similarities to real people or events are coincidental and unintended. All characters are over 18 years of age. This entry is my own whole creation. I do it all, and proof-reading myself means I probably missed a few thing here and there. I hope none of it detracts from your enjoyment of the tale.
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That year, Christmas was charged with a heightened sexual tension. Every time I looked at Daddy, my nipples would tighten into hardened points. My pussy was constantly wet and excited. Being around Dad, had me in a continual state of arousal. I even had to wear panty liners whenever I was home and Daddy was there. He had me so fucking hot and he didn't even know how my body hungered for him.
Mom and I had begun having a fun time teasing Daddy around the house. We would wear tiny shorts, tank tops, and thin pajamas. I was constantly making sure he caught my tall tanned body coming out of the shower in a "barely covering me" towel, or letting him see me lying in bed reading or doing homework in just a sheer bra and one of my tiny pair of panties. My bedroom door was hardly ever shut now.
Mom even left their bedroom door cracked wider so I could watch their love-making more often. I got to see what a talented and considerate lover Dad was. He knew how to drive a woman to the peak of ecstasy with foreplay alone. He could get Mom high as a kite before even thrusting his throbbing rod into her and rocketing her into orbit.
I would stand just outside the door, peeking in, while I caressed my aroused pussy. I would try to climax when they did. My sweet nectar would be trickling over my knuckles, coating my hands and slipping down my thighs. I would end up stumbling back to my bed on shaky legs.
I went online and ordered the special outfit I would wear for Dad. I'm afraid it wasn't terribly original, but I knew it would do the trick anyway. My mind and body were in a perpetual state of need and I was giddy. I knew this would be a Christmas we would never forget. Daddy was finally going to be my lover and I was going to a new level as his loving little girl.
One evening, I was in the kitchen doing the dishes after dinner. Daddy came up behind me and hugged and kissed me on the cheek. My body began to tingle immediately. His after shave's scent thrilled me with its masculinity. His strong arms circled around my tummy, grazing the undersides of my pert titties.
"So, do I get any hints about what Santa is bringing me this year? Am I gonna like it," Daddy asked.
"Oh, I think I can guarantee it, Daddy," I told him, leaning back into his hug. "I have a feeling you are going to be so happy once you unwrap it. I'll give you a hint. Once you have that present in your hands, you're gonna want to play with it all day."
Dad thought about it. Finally he asked, "Play with it, huh? Is it a game or a toy?"
Mom laughed as she came into the kitchen, "Ah ah ah, Ben, she said one hint. That's all you're getting. Now go watch TV or something and stop pestering Ash while she is busy. How should she know what Santa is bringing you?" Mom laughed again, taking his hand and leading him toward the living room.
I called after them, "Don't forget Daddy: you promised we'd go get our tree tomorrow!"
Christmas tree shopping is one of my favorite parts of the season. Dad and I love stomping around through the snow to search out just the right one. Myer's Tree Farm on Stone Chapel Road is a huge place. We wander around for hours looking for just the right one. I like to take a spool of fluorescent ribbon with us. If we find a "maybe" tree, I'll tie some of the ribbon to the top. Then, we can spot it later if we have to come back to it. We continue our search until we find a better one or come back to the marked one.
Dad wore his usual winter attire. He had on a thick flannel shirt, jeans, and work boots. He added his stocking cap, warm gloves and bundled up in his Carhart coat. His big frame looked so rugged. I took the opportunity to tease a little, very little, it was fucking cold. I had on a sensible pair of boots and thick warm coat, but I wore a denim skirt. I wore warm grey tights under the skirt. They were thick and still very sexy, especially considering the naughty camel-toe that going without panties was giving me. I had on gloves and a cute sock monkey stocking cap, but my long blond hair was still whipping around in the breeze. I made sure I did my make-up really nice too.
Dad saw me as I came downstairs to the kitchen. He was there drinking his coffee. "Well, don't you look nice," he said, watching me move about getting breakfast. "Are you sure you'll be warm enough in that, Ash?"
I smiled sweetly as I sat with my bowl of Frosted Flakes and said, "I'll be fine. I'm feeling hot already, so I should be fine out there." He blushed a little at my choice of phrasing.
Afterward, we hopped in the truck and drove out of town toward Myer's Tree Farm. We got to Myer's and wandered around until we found the type of evergreen tree we like. We found one that looked promising.
"Check the base," Daddy said. "Make sure it isn't too gnarled or crooked. We can't get it into the tree stand if it is all messed up."
I smiled at him. He said the exact same thing every year. I got on my hands and knees. I peered under the lowest branches. I knew in my position that my ass was pointing at Dad. The snug tights encasing my firm butt and the skirt riding high, made sure Dad was getting a nice look. My ass wasn't quite on display, but I planned to fix that soon enough.
I called out, "Looks good! If we take of the lowest limbs too, then the rest is fine most of the way up. From what I can see."
"Well, I like what I see then," he said behind me, "Mark 'er. Let's hope it's still here if we need to come back to it."
Dad cut off a length of the ribbon and handed it to me. I tied some of the pink fluorescent ribbon to the tree up near the top. We continued searching and found a few more here and there about the farm. When I checked them for Dad, I squatted first, causing my skirt to go up higher. Now when I leaned forward onto my knees, Dad was seeing my pussy pressed against the tights with an eye-ful of my camel-toe. He looked a little flushed every time I stood back up again.
Once we were tired and had a nice selection. We went back and double-checked the trees we had chosen and ruled some out and narrowed it down. Bald spots we missed were the main cause. Dad had said we didn't need one that was huge; just about six feet would be fine. I know him though. We ended up cutting down a thick eight footer. It was a gorgeous green color, full and tall. We set the tree on its side while we waited for the tractor to come around and pick us up with our tree.
We had some light winter fun. Dad and I had a brief snowball fight. I flopped on my back and made some snow angels. The tractor and trailers got to us and we rode in the trailer back down to the parking area. The guys from the farm put the tree in the shaker and got most of the dead needles shaken off. The young guys were given me long looks checking out my short skirt and long legs. Dad pulled up in the truck and the guys loaded it up and tied it down in the bed for us.
"Whew, that about bankrupted me," Dad said climbing into the truck with me. He was smiling though and his eyes were sparkling with merriment. I knew he was as happy with our choice as I was. He just had to be a little "Grinchy," it's his way.
Once we were out of the parking lot, I kicked my boots off onto the floor under me.
Daddy looked over, "What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing," I answered, "These tights got wet from kneeling in the snow and then those snow angels. I still have my skirt on, so I was gonna get out of these."
I pushed back against the seat, lifting my butt up. My hands pushed my skirt up and I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my tights. I shimmied a little as I slid the tights down my long athletically toned legs. I knew my freshly shaved kitty was visible now. Like I had with Uncle Mike, I pretended to be oblivious to how exposed I was. I could see Dad wet his lips as he tried to discreetly watch what I was doing. I put the tights in my purse then, put my boots back on. I had to pull up my legs up to lace up the boots and tie each one. Once I was done, I just looked out the window at the winter beauty; not bothering to adjust my skirt. My pussy was so hot and tingly, I wanted to crawl up into Daddy's lap and get my cunt filled up with his thick cock.
We safely made it home and I hopped out. I fixed my skirt (like I just noticed) and was presentable by the time I came around the truck. We cut the twine and got the tree out of the back of the truck. Dad and I hauled the tree into the house. We muscled it into the living room. We had already rearranged the furniture so the tree would sit in front of the picture window. That way, the lights twinkling on the tree would look so pretty from inside and out.
Daddy set it in the corner. "Ash, I got the lights out and checked them last night. They're in the spare room. I'll set the tree in the stand and arrange the skirt. Why don't you bring the boxes with the decorations in here? You and I can get the lights and garland onto the tree. We'll finish decorating the tree tonight," Daddy said.
Dad and I made quick (and very pretty) work of the tree. He stretched out on the couch after we were finished with that portion of the work. He put in the movie "Scrooged", while I went upstairs. I took a hot shower to warm up after being outside all morning. Plus, I desperately need to scratch the tingling itch between my legs. I took my rubber dildo into the shower with me and eased the firm tool up into me while I stretched out in the hot spray. The water ran down my lithe frame as the hard rubber cock ran up into my tight cunt. My naughty teasing exposure had me aroused and I welcomed the sweet relief my plunging dildo gave me.
I wrapped a towel around me. It was too small for me, barely covering my nipples and not going past my tight cheeks. I went to check on Dad. He was sawing logs on the couch when I came into the living room. I kissed him lightly on the forehead, threw an afghan over him, and lowered the volume on the TV. I went back to my room upstairs, and listened to some music for a while. I pulled on a cute pink lace thong and a white tank top. I shook out my long wet hair and lay down on the bed.
