Her palms were sweating as she pulled in to the parking garage. She pulled up her email, and looked for his instructions. "I'll be facing the concrete wall on the second floor. Look for my truck, it's a dark green, almost black." This was the least risqué of the past two weeks of email exchanges.
Since those first five minutes of meeting, the quick hello, she hasn't been able to get him out of her head. The gleam in his hazel eyes, his mischievous smile, the muscles peeking out from under his shirt. The warm, smooth, soothing sound of his Tennessee accent. His masculine scent that was now engrained in her memory.
Her heart was racing as she walked up to the Ford truck. She had never done something this spontaneous before, and she was equal parts terrified and thrilled. Her trembling fingers paused on the silver handle of his truck door, knowing that once that door was open, there was no turning back. She took a deep breathe and pulled the handle. She was immediately hit by that delicious masculine scent as she pulled herself up into the crew cab.
She immediately felt daddy's eyes on her. "Hi, how are you?," he said, and his voice sent shivers down Emma's spine.
Emma felt her nerves giving way to a growing sense of excitement. "I'm good" she replied, her voice soft and a little breathless. Daddy's intense gaze made her feel exposed, as if he could see right through her, yet she couldn't look away. He was even more handsome than she remembered, almost a Kevin Costner type, with short hair, a salt and pepper goatee and smooth tan skin. He was dressed casually, in athletic clothes, but his presence was assertive, dominating yet comforting at the same time.
After exchanging brief small talk, Emma found her hand on daddy's thigh, and immediately became aware of the (rather large) bulge in his shorts, and a rush of heat flooded her cheeks. She'd never felt this bold, but something about daddy made her want to throw caution out the window. In a quick move, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and pressed her lips against his, as she did, she felt his hands tighten on her hips.
Emma looked into daddy's eyes, seeing the hunger burning within them. "You feel so good," she whispered, grinding her hips against his, feeling the hard length of his cock against his shorts. Daddy's hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts through her shirt, thumbs grazing her nipples, sending electricity through her body.
His fingers played with the bottom of her shirt, and she pulled it over her head, revealing her lace bra hiding the soft skin of breasts. He kissed her neck, his breath hot on her skin, and she arched into him, wanting more.
Emma's hands explored his muscular chest, and she grabbed his shirt, pulling it up, showing him exactly what she wanted. She turned around, sitting in daddy's lap, and she felt his excitement beneath her skirt. She slowly guided her hips in a figure eight motion, smiling to herself, loving this feeling of teasing him, her ass pressed up to his erection. She played like this for a moment before turning around. Her fingers fumbled with the elastic of his shorts, eager to release what was waiting for her underneath them. Daddy helped her, pushing his shorts down, and Emma gasped at the sight of his thick, hard cock.
"Oh god" she breathed, wrapping her hand around his length, feeling the heat and silkiness of his skin. She stroked him slowly, enjoying the way his breath sounded and his body tensed with each pass of her hand.
