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With a sharp intake of breath, I looked down at Steph's head in my lap. Yep, her index finger just stroked the tip of my cock through my trousers.
Oh shit, what do I do?
I looked up in the rear view mirror and saw the sweet, sleeping faces of my daughter Amanda, and her sorority sister, Jess.
Before I document my impending spiral into the pits of a Heironymus Bosch-like Hell, let me lay out a little background info.
I'm a recently divorced father of an 18 year old daughter who came home from her freshman year of college with the plan to road trip from our home in southern Wisconsin all the way to Destin, Florida. Amanda's plan involved her two best friends and college sorority sisters, Stephanie and Jessica; a rental car, and driving straight through – about 14-16 hours.
Needless to say, I was a bit nervous about this scheme. The first thing that popped into my head was that all three of these girls were stunningly beautiful. Amanda takes after her mother, with dark brown wavy hair, big, smoky brown eyes, and olive skin indicative of her half Mexican heritage. Perky tits and a tight, small ass on her tiny 5' 2" frame round out her physical attributes, which I can't help but notice, even being her father.
Jessica is the edgy one. Spiky-haired, bottle blonde, Jess wears lots of eye-liner and short, short mini skirts. Her breasts are magnificent, about a 36D, and she rarely wears a bra, leaving her incredibly sensitive nipples on display for all to see.
Finally, there is Stephanie. Steph was a late bloomer. Tall and leggy, she is all gangly elbows and knees. With her glasses on, her hair pulled back into a pony tail, and a mouthful of shiny braces, Steph looks about fifteen, yet on her eighteenth birthday she recently showed me her brand new driver's license, proving her age.
Steph has the kind of coltish beauty that has to be seen to be appreciated. She snorts when she laughs, she has a tendency to knock things over and trip over her own two feet, but she was also state high jump champion three years running in high school. On the night of their senior prom the three got together at my house, and when I saw Steph, my mouth fell open and my tongue hit the floor. With makeup on her pretty face, contact lenses, and wearing a gorgeous full length emerald green evening gown, Steph looked like a fashion model. Her legs go up to her armpits, and her dimples show and her green eyes sparkle when she laughs, which is often.
So, when Amanda approached me with their plan to head to Florida for a week all I could think of were the thousands of college boys all trying to get my little girl's pants off so they could fuck her silly.
Somehow I wound up being chaperone, chauffer, and visa card all rolled into one.
We left at 5pm, planning on driving all night and arriving at our rented condo sometime in the late morning of the next day. My job was to drive the big SUV while the girls listened to ipods, watched movies on the DVD system, and giggled incessantly throughout the ride.
At about eleven pm or so, the girls got sleepy. Amanda and Jess had the rear seat tilted back, pillows pressed up against the windows, headphones on, slumbering peacefully.
Steph was up front with me. She was leaned over against the inside of the car door, reading a Dean Koontz novel illuminated by a little pen light.
After about thirty minutes or so, she yawned sleepily, stretched, and set her book in the inside door pocket. She spent a few minutes tossing and turning, then leaned towards me and with a pretty scowl on her face, whispered, "I can't sleep – I'm uncomfortable."
She tried a few new positions, which only caused her gray sweat pants to ride up into the cheeks of her ass (she didn't appear to be wearing panties, I guiltily noticed), and finally she poked out her bottom lip in a fierce pout and quietly said, "Can I lay my head in your lap?"
"Uh, um, sure. That'd be ok. Here, let me adjust the steering wheel and move the seat back a bit to give you some room."
Steph placed her soft, white pillow on my right thigh, and sighed as she laid her head down.
"Mmmm, that's perfect, thanks so much. Maybe now I can sleep."
As her breathing slowed, I felt her hand move under her pillow to rest on the upper portion of my thigh. I sucked in my breath and felt the unmistakable stirrings of my loins.
I'm not huge in the male anatomy department, but I'm not small either, and my member was, unfortunately, pointing down my right leg. As I felt it grow, it inched its way down my leg towards her index finger.
Great,
I thought,
I had to pick loose boxers and khakis to wear while I drove. Should I try to adjust? What if she wakes up to find me with my hand down my pants?! Should I wake her up and tell her I need to shift myself? No fucking way. She'd know I was sporting a massive hard-on.
As these thoughts passed through my mind, my traitorous cock made its inexorable way down my leg, as if it had an appointment with Steph's hand.
