In all the years that your father and I had been best friends, he had never noticed the way I'd looked at you, his beautiful, forbidden eighteen-year-old daughter.
Throughout the course of our long weekend getaway, I'd watched the many seductive ways your body moved to steal my attention, all while constantly pretending my focus was elsewhere. That morning you put on your bikini and splashed around in the shallow part of the lake, I was forced to sneak off to my cabin and furiously beat my cock to the mental image of your ass emerging from that water, plump, soaked and shining in the day's light.
Hours later, when you had covered that bikini with nothing more than a loose top, and sun-bathed on a towel in the soft wild grass, stretching your body in the heat, I had fantasized about burying my entire face in your ass and thoroughly licking and sucking your asshole. I found myself resenting your father's presence; I wanted this trip to be only you and I.
And that night, when my hands gripped your hips to catch you when you'd missed one of the steps leading up to the cabin, I'd never wanted to let you go. You'd been my dream for so long.
When you had greeted me on Thursday with a kiss to my cheek, wearing your strapless top and that black skirt, my dick had jumped to your touch. And Friday when I'd inadvertently tasted the spearmint on your breath, I fully swelled beneath my jeans. Saturday I'd caught you glancing at the bulge between my legs, which made it grow, which made you stare more intently. My cock had been hard all throughout our little vacation, and it was all your doing.
The arrangement was odd, but your father had said if he had to spend another night listening to your heavy breathing, he'd be so exhausted from lack of sleep that he'd never be able to make the morning's drive back into the city. I, of course, had said you could sleep in my cabin, that it was fine if he needed some alone time. Despite our cabins being close to fifteen meters apart, I was quite surprised when he had agreed to it.
As the sounds of the forest rose throughout the late October night, I watched from the bed as the full moon shone through the cabin's windows. You were beside me, still as can be. I'm sure your dad slept soundly, thinking I'd done as I'd said I would and taken the couch. But I'd never had an opportunity like this one, and for tonight, I could live with being the bad guy.
I'd been rock hard since I'd watched you climb onto the mattress to join me, not bothering to switch the cute dress you wore to your usual pjs. But it was no bother, as cute as you had looked each evening in your pink pajamas, I'd always loved you in that snug little dress.
The minutes passed by as I watched the candlelight flicker across the ceiling. My mind raced between what I wanted to do, verses what I could do, from fantasy to reality. I had always suspected that you had an attraction toward me, but you hid it as well as I hid mine for you. To be honest, I wasn't sure how much of this suspicion was rooted in wishful thinking.
I heard your breathing pick up and the only thing I could think was how adorable you sounded. I put my hand on your waist and pulled you into me, wrapping you into my arms. My fingers caressed your back, my bulge pushed against your tight tummy and you breathed into my chest. I kissed the top of your head, like a father would.
My fingers lifted your chin until we were looking into each other's eyes. I knew, in this moment, that if I leaned into you, there'd be no going back. But I also knew there was no way I could stop myself either. You were the girl I'd been fiending for since I'd first laid eyes on you all those years ago. I was hopelessly in love with you back then, as I was here as well.
Your eyes were full and dark in this light, and the candles' soft glow brought out the pale color of your skin. It was the little things about you that struck me hardest; when your lips were closed, your smile--raised slightly higher on your left side--would handle the flirting all on its own. It was the feel of your bare feet; your pink toenails; the subtle dimples in your lower back; the thickness of your thighs and ass--despite how very petite you were--that took every reservation I had about kissing you, the risk of it all, and turned the hesitation into lust.
Our lips touched for the first time and I immediately tasted your cherry gloss. As we kissed, I pushed my bulge harder against your abs and when you opened your mouth to take in a breath, I slipped in my tongue. I tasted your spit as I rolled you onto your back.
My hands cupped your face, then moved down your neck. I lost myself in your pretty eyes. I worked the thin straps off your shoulders and watched your dress slip from your upper body, a perfect body I ached to taste. Your bare skin was like a pale cream. Such beauty and youth. I ran my hands over your smooth thighs. You opened your legs a bit, and my fingers pushed in between them. Your panties were soft cotton and about one size too small. I could see all your defining lines.
