Dad Takes The Bride

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This one is for the

Literotica Summer Lovin' Story Contest 2024

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Kristy

I laughed at the way my friend Gina elbowed me, comically waggling her eyebrows as the two of us watched my soon to be father-in-law Rex, make his way towards us on the plane.

Leaning in, she whispered, "Holy crow, Kristy, that man is hot! And I bet he'll look like 'sex in a tux' once he's dressed for the wedding."

I noticed he was turning a few heads as he made his way down the aisle, because she was right. Rex was one fine looking man. Still, I tried to explain it away. "Yep. No getting around it, he's got it going on. Which is why my fiancé is such a hottie, 'cause he's the spitting image of his dad."

"It's too bad Brandon couldn't get away, and has to meet us later," Gina said, watching for my reaction.

Since there was nothing I could do about it, I just shrugged, deciding it was probably best not to let my friend, and soon to be maid of honor, know that I was a little worried. "Well, at least we can all enjoy a little fun in the sun before the wedding," I said, trying to put a positive spin on the fact that I was showing up for our dream destination wedding - alone.

Looking less than convinced, Gina rolled her eyes and reached for the magazine in the seat pocket, muttering, "Yeah, but the groom should have come with the bride."

Though I would never tell her, I couldn't remember the last time Brandon and I

came

together, it had been so long since we'd had sex.

I wanted to believe him when he told me that he was just stressed from all the stuff he had going on at work. And he promised once we got married, things would be better. But I had my doubts.

Gina and I both looked up when we noticed Rex smiling down at us. "So, how are the bride and maid of honor doing?"

"So far, so good," I said, smiling up into his uber sexy sky-blue eyes.

Though he was smiling, I could tell he wasn't happy. Having worked as his assistant for the last two years, I could read him like a book.

"I just wish Brandon hadn't got held up at work. I know he said he'd try and get away as soon as he could, but I still think he should have come for the whole week, considering he's the groom," Rex said, shaking his head.

I didn't even know what to say, because I had been asking myself why I was flying to my wedding without a groom. And what if he never showed up? I'd look pretty silly in my wedding dress, standing with the minister on my own, hoping that someone would step up and marry me.

The flight attendant was approaching us with the drink cart, and Rex pointed over his shoulder. "How about a glass of champagne to celebrate the upcoming nuptials?"

"Sounds good," I said, with Gina nodding, while Rex went back to grab the bottle she'd opened for us.

"I can't believe you get to work with him, too," Gina whispered, stretching her neck to try and look around the seat to get a peek at his nice, tight buns.

"I know," I said, chucking at her antics. "And he's got to be the nicest boss ever. He's an absolute dream to work for."

"And wasn't he the one who introduced you to his son?"

I nodded, thinking back. "I'd only been working for him for a few weeks, and when Brandon dropped in to take his dad for lunch, Rex insisted I join them. Before I knew it, Brandon and I were dating and getting pretty serious, and he popped the question on Valentine's Day."

"Well, I think if I was working with a stud muffin like Rex, I'd have a hard time noticing anyone else."

Though I'd never admit it, and despite the fact that I was about to marry his son, I'd had more than a few fantasies about what it would be like to hook up with my hunky boss.

REX

After I'd made sure the girls were okay, I went back to my seat and joined my brother Nate.

"Have you heard anything more from Brandon?" he asked as soon as I sat down.

I shook my head, wishing I had. "No. And to be honest, I'm wondering why he couldn't have a week off for his own wedding. I mean, they owe him a few weeks of holidays, so I don't see why he couldn't have come with us, like he'd planned."

Nate shrugged, and reached for a magazine in the seat pocket. "I just hope he hasn't got cold feet, or changed his mind about getting married."

"You and me both." I sighed, hoping my son would show up to marry his beautiful young bride, just as he'd promised.

Since I wasn't interested in reading anything or watching a movie, I decided to close my eyes and try and catch a few winks.

But it wasn't long till we hit some turbulence, and I was jolted awake.

What was even more alarming was waking up with an erection, from what I'd been dreaming. I could still picture Kristy, naked on her back, smiling up at me, as I eased my way into her curvy little body.

Holy shit! I couldn't believe I'd been dreaming about my future daughter-in-law sharing herself with me. Still, it was quite a dream. I was kind of surprised I hadn't come in my pants, especially considering it felt like forever since I'd been with anyone.

I gave my head a shake, and reminded myself that the woman I'd been lusting over was about to marry my son. Which meant I had no damn business thinking about her like that, even if I was asleep.

Looking down, I couldn't believe the damn thing was still rock hard. I grabbed a magazine and put it over my lap, because I didn't want my brother wondering what the hell I was doing, getting horny on the plane.

Though our flight attendant was cute, with dark, upswept hair, and big brown eyes, she sure as hell wasn't hot enough to give me an erection.

But there was no getting around it, sweet little Kristy had pretty much captured my heart from the first day she started working for me. And considering that she wasn't quite twenty-four, and I had just turned forty-three, I knew I had no business even thinking of her as anything more than my assistant.

Which was why I had set her up with my son, hoping that if things worked out, I wouldn't be getting lost in her pretty blue eyes anymore, or be wondering what she'd sound like when she climaxed.

Though we were headed to a sun-drenched tropical island to watch my son marry the woman he loved, I couldn't get her out of my head.

I finally put on a movie. And damned if it wasn't a romance about a hot young thing hooking up with her older neighbor. I still watched it though, hoping things would settle down before the plane landed.

Otherwise, I'd feel pretty silly walking around with a hard-on that wouldn't quit, because I couldn't get my sexy, soon to be daughter-in-law to stop haunting my dreams.

Nate glanced over and noticed the magazine. "Hey, I wondered if they had Sports Illustrated. Let me have a look," he said, snatching it out of my lap before I could even open my mouth.

I realized he must have noticed the tent in my khakis when he looked up, flashed me a smile and said, "She's pretty hot, huh?"

"Who are you talking about?" I asked, hoping he hadn't figured out that I had a thing for my son's fiancée.

He gestured with a nod of his head at the cute brunette serving a lady across the aisle. "That flight attendant is my kind of woman. And I wouldn't mind if she had a layover in my bed before she hops on another flight." He chuckled.

Glad it was her he was talking about, I breathed a sigh of relief, and agreed, "Yeah, she's pretty hot."

Then I grabbed another magazine, stuck it in my lap, and finished watching the stupid movie.

But considering that the sexy little thing's old neighbor was now peeling her out of her clothes, till all she was wearing was a couple of scraps of lace, that really showed off her breasts, I realized I'd never go down if I kept watching the pair of them make out.

It had been three years since I'd lost my wife to cancer. And with her being sick for a few years before she passed away, it had been even longer than that since the two of us made love. So, no wonder I was aroused, and thinking thoughts I shouldn't be thinking.

I just hoped that once we got to the resort, I'd be so busy swimming and enjoying myself on the beach, I'd be able to push aside all these crazy thoughts I'd been having.

**

The resort was everything I'd hoped it would be. Though Kristy and Brandon had decided on a summer wedding, I still wanted somewhere tropical and romantic that everyone would enjoy. Then the two of them would always remember that it was the perfect place to exchange their vows and of course, spend their honeymoon.

I was glad that Kristy seemed delighted when we walked through the doors of the Island Paradise Resort, considering it was where she'd be getting married in a few days.

Providing of course, that my son showed up in time to marry her.

I'd just finished breakfast, and thought I'd head out to the beach for a quick swim. When I stepped outside, and noticed Kristy walking along the sandy shoreline - in the tiniest bikini I'd ever seen.

It barely covered her full, perky breasts, and I noticed once she approached, that it really showed off her luscious ass, since there was nothing but a strip of fabric bisecting her firm, shapely butt cheeks.

I almost forgot how to breathe, when she walked up to me smiling, brushing her long blonde hair out of her eyes. "The water's perfect, Rex. You should go in for a dip."

Tongue-tied, I froze, wondering what to say, while telling myself to take my damn eyes off her.

I knew she'd have a great body, but in my wildest dreams I never imagined she'd look like sex on legs once she got out of her clothes.

Since I hadn't moved a muscle, probably feeling a little self-conscious, she looked down at herself and winced. "Do you think this is too revealing? I brought a one-piece, too. But it's just so hot, I thought I'd wear something a little cooler. And I noticed most of the women I've seen on the beach are wearing even skimpier things than this."

Skimpier than what she was wearing? I couldn't imagine it was possible to wear anything more revealing than those three tiny scraps of fabric connected by a few strings.

I just felt so overwhelmed, I couldn't even form words, mostly, because I couldn't tear his eyes off her smokin' hot body.

Of course, I didn't have to look down. I could tell that she'd got me hard, just from admiring her luscious curves, and imagining how incredible it would feel if I were to peel off her bikini, lay her on a lounge chair and slide my way into her tight little body.

I guess, noticing I looked a little uncomfortable, she pointed back towards the honeymoon hut that I'd booked for them, so the two of them would have their own little love nest away from the other guests. "Maybe, I should go and change into my one-piece."

"No!" I blurted, before I could think. "That looks great on you, Kristy. You look amazing."

In fact, she looked so hot, she had my balls aching.

I asked myself again, what the hell was wrong with me? I knew I should tear my eyes off her and look somewhere else, but with her standing in front of me, nearly naked, I just couldn't look away.

Smiling, she slipped her arm through mine, and glanced up at the sky, and suggested, "That sun feels pretty hot. Why don't we go in and get a cold drink, to cool us off?"

A cold drink did sound nice. But what I really needed was an ice-cold shower. And even then, I had feeling that as long as she was going to be walking around, basically nude, safe for those three tiny scraps of fabric, that just barely covered her essentials, I was going to be painfully erect until it was time to fly home.

I don't normally make a habit of taking to my dick, but right now I was begging the thing to go down. All Kristy would have to do was glance at my board shorts, and she'd see she'd got me rock hard, just from walking around in her bikini.

Thankfully, once we got inside the cool air-conditioned comfort of the resort, it was enough to at least make things less pronounced, so I wasn't pitching a tent in my shorts anymore.

Still, I wasn't too happy with the way all the men in the place were ogling her. I wouldn't say I was jealous, because I had no right to be, but with my son still back at home, I felt like I needed to protect her.

I noticed even our server's eyes were locked on her breasts, when he asked, "What can I get you?"

I wanted to say,

"If you can get your damned eyes off her tits, that would be nice place to start."

Though I glared him down, all I said was, "I'll just have a large orange juice on ice, thanks."

"And I'll have a mimosa, thank you," Kristy said, turning to smile at me. "I rarely ever drink, but I just feel like getting a little buzz on." She was so excited I could feel a little shiver going through her as she reached out and stroked her hand over my forearm. "You ever feel like you just want to let go and have fun, Rex?"

My eyes dropped to her breasts, and I could see her nipples were diamond hard, poking at the thin white fabric, probably from the cooler air inside. And I knew what I'd love to do, that would definitely be a lot of fun - would be tugging those nice hard nipples between my teeth and sucking them into my mouth, till I had her squealing and begging me to spread her legs and...

I looked up at the ceiling and shook my head. I was really starting to think I had a problem. I'd seen plenty of women in bikinis. Though granted, none had ever looked as enticing as Kristy.

Back at home, we worked together every day. And though I was accustomed to seeing walk around the office in her little form fitted suits, I don't ever remember getting aroused at work. Well, at least not as aroused as I was now.

I reminded myself again, that she was about to marry my son, which meant I had to shelve the dirty thoughts and behave myself.

Glancing around, I noticed a few middle-aged ladies walking around in bathing suits. Though I couldn't see any that really caught my eye, surely there had to be someone closer to my age I could spend some time with.

And maybe spend a night with, so I'd finally get over this driving need that had me almost out of mind.

"Have you heard from Brandon, Rex?" Kirsty asked, breaking into my thoughts, just as our server arrived with our drinks.

I shook my head. "No. I've left a few messages, but he hasn't called me back yet. Have you talked to him?"

"No, I haven't heard from him." She leaned in and lowered her voice. "To be honest, I'm starting to get worried. I'm wondering if something's wrong. Normally, even if he's busy, he always phones me back. And I haven't heard a word from him since the night before we left to fly here."

"Maybe he's working extra hard, so he can get away and join us. I wouldn't worry if I were you. Because I'm sure he can hardly wait to get here and marry you on Saturday."

"I hope you're right."

I stroked her back as the two of us enjoyed our drinks, hoping that I was right, too.

"So, where's your friend Gina?" I asked, glancing around.

Kirsty grinned. "She met a guy last night at dinner. We went for drinks after, and they got pretty cozy on the dancefloor. And I think they spent the night in his room. But she texted me this morning to let me know she was okay."

"Sounds like they really hit it off."

Kirsty laughed. "Her text was covered in heart emojis, because she said she thought she'd met her match."

"Wow! That fast, huh?"

She winked. "Love at first sight can happen in a heartbeat. Sometimes, all you have to do is look into someone's eyes, and you just know," she murmured, gazing into mine.

"So, is that how you felt about Brandon when you two first met?"

I noticed she didn't answer, and was looking down at her hands, which had me wondering how she felt about my son, and if maybe things had cooled off between them.

But then she turned her head and started waving, when she noticed her friend Gina was running over to join us, giggling like mad.

"Oh, my god. I think I'm in love," Gina gushed, fanning herself and laughing as she dropped into the seat beside Kristy.

"That good, huh?" Kristy said, grinning.

"Let's just say on a scale of one to ten, he's about a fifty."

"Wow!" Kristy laughed along with her friend.

I looked around, wondering if maybe I should take my drink outside. "I guess I should let you two talk, and I'll go finish this out on the patio."

"Don't be silly," Gina said, patting my hand. "I want to know how a man feels about instant attraction. Have you ever fallen in love, like lightning fast, Rex? You took one look at her, and you just knew."

I glanced over at Kristy, and when she met my gaze, I nodded. "I do know what that feels like, yes."

"I know its crazy. And we only met last night, but it just feels so real with him," Gina said, with a little shiver.

"Then maybe you have met your match," Kristy said, squeezing her friend's hand. "And if you have, I'm happy for you."

"Oh, here he comes," Gina said. Her face lit up in a brilliant smile, when a tall well-built man waved and came over and took the seat beside her. She giggled when he pressed a kiss to her cheek as soon as he sat down.

"Craig, you remember Kristy, from last night. And this is her boss, and soon-to-be father-in-law, Rex."

After we shook hands, and Craig slipped his arm around Gina, I thought they looked pretty happy together. Though I was a little surprised at his age. He had to be at least fifty, though he was in excellent shape. His hair was mostly gray, but Gina didn't seem to care. I guess, because he made her happy. And I noticed he looked just as smitten, the way he was smiling into her big brown eyes.

I looked over at Kristy, who was wearing a little grin. I think she was as surprised as I was, that her friend had fallen for someone who was old enough to be her father.

Which reminded me, that I was old enough to be Kristy's father, too.

My wife and I decided to get married, once we learned that Brandon was on the way. I was only nineteen when he was born, but I never had a single regret about marrying so young, because we were happy till the day she died.

I suddenly remembered where I was, when Gina broke into my thoughts

"Hey, there's a Maroon5 cover band playing tonight. We should have dinner together and hit the club after," Gina suggested, still smiling up at her man.

I shrugged and said, "Sure. Sounds like fun." At least I knew if I tagged along, I could keep an eye on Kristy, so no one would try and hit on her.

Dinner was fun, the food was great and I was really enjoying having dinner with Kristy and her friends. Craig seemed like a nice guy, too. And he and Gina looked thrilled to be together.

When we walked into the club, the band sounded great. And I was glad the music wasn't too loud. I'd gone to concerts back when I was in high school, where the music was so loud, I could barely hear anything by the time I left.

And since I was spending an evening with Kristy, I wanted to be able to talk with her.

We were dancing together close, Kristy smiling up at me, looking so enticing in her little, low-cut black dress.

"How much have you had to drink?" I asked, thinking her eyes had kind of a dreamy look about them. Though I wouldn't say she looked glassy-eyed, hopefully just happy.

She looked a little pensive, like she was doing a tally in her head, till she nodded. "I know I had two glasses of wine at dinner. But I couldn't tell you how much I've had from that pitcher of rum punch they keep replacing on our table. And that stuff really potent. But it's so good, I think I'm gonna have another glass when we go and sit down," she said, with a giddy little laugh.

The lights dimmed as the lead singer crooned the sultry lyrics to 'Love Somebody'