I guess I should start out by first describing myself since that seems the way these stories start off. My name is Denise, I'm a 19 year-old enjoying my summer vacation after my freshman year at Princeton. I'm 5'4" 120 lbs 34B-25-36 with dark hair and brown eyes and of Italian descent. I have olive skin that gets golden in the summer time. I've been told that I am pretty and I generally have no problems getting a date. I lost my virginity in October and had one other lover at school this year. So that's my personal data.
This summer for graduation, my dad arranged a trip to Greece with him and his fiancΓ©e and myself. I knew it was his attempt to get me and Cindy to get along. I didn't like her at first. Of course, I was like most children of divorced parents who had the fantasy that mom and dad would get back together some day. My dad is a big time attorney and as usual, he cancelled out at the last minute because of an important client who got arrested. He said he would try to join us, but that never happened.
The other reason I didn't like Cindy was she was only 30 and I figured she was a gold digger after dads money. My dad is a very handsome man but he's 56, what could they possibly have in common. The other strike against her was she was gorgeous. Dad met her while he was in Vegas, she was a showgirl or something. Cindy was the typical blonde bombshell, pretty face awesome body and 36DD breasts which I saw along with a few hundred Greeks while we were away. She dragged me to a nude beach and although we only went topless, all eyes were on Cindy. It was like I didn't exist when I was around her.
Worst of all, after being in Greece with her for a week or so I realized that she was pretty cool and that I really liked her. Once that hill was crossed, we had a great time and it didn't matter that dad never joined us. The fact is, I developed a crush on Cindy while we were away. I had a strange attraction towards one of my roommates at school but I didn't dare act on it, so the tingly feeling I got when I saw her topless at the beach and after that I saw her walk around the hotel suite barely dressed after showering was nothing new to me.
She was like hanging out with one of my roommates. We chatted up a storm and we talked about boys and one night she made a confession to me that drove me crazy and still does. When I asked her what attracted her to my dad she asked me if I really wanted to know. We had shared a bottle of wine at dinner and I was feeling quite tipsy but I still was taken off guard by her answer. She said when she was on her first date with dad, they were slow dancing and she felt a rather impressive lump in his slacks. "Dad's got a big one?" I asked gasping. I had never thought about him that way.
"Not that long... but thicker then my wrist," was her answer and that's what floored me. I've wanted to see daddy's dick ever since that night as perverted as that sounds. So you see, we really bonded in Greece.
As the plane circled JFK we were both a little sad that our vacation was ending. Personally, I had gotten used to seeing her walk around naked and I even masturbated several times in the shower wondering what her big boobs felt like. They were real, which surprised me but they were still quite firm and she had the biggest, pinkest areola I'd ever seen. God, I was getting wet sitting next to her on the plane.
Dad disappointed us again when he didn't show up to pick us up at the airport. Instead he sent Franklin, a very tall and very attractive black man from his firm. Franklin was Cindy's age and as he retrieved our luggage Cindy whispered to me that they called Franklin tripod at the firm. Being a bit naive I asked her what that meant and she told me that dad had come home one night after the health club, Franklin had just started there, and he told me he saw him in the locker room. He said it hung there like a black hose and soft it was twice as long as his erection. She jokingly said she was going to try and brush against it by accident. So now my young, nearly virginal pussy was dripping as we drove to dads house on Long Island.