To set the scene, I have recently been reintroduced to my daughter after a break of almost 23 years. Her mother and I split shortly after her birth as I found that she was having an affair. Due to the acrimonious circumstances I was prevented by my ex from seeing my daughter over the years and only after she turned 18 did she have the opportunity to try and track me down. We have met a few times in the last few months and we have become close.
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Looking forward to seeing my estranged daughter this fathers-day weekend is an understatement. We have been apart for nearly 23 years and are rekindling a long lost relationship. We have met a few times but as we live in different parts of the country we don't get to see each other as much as we would like. She has invited me to stay with her this weekend as a fathers-day treat. I pull up outside her apartment block and climb the stairs to her second floor flat. I ring the doorbell and wait just a few seconds before I hear hurried footsteps approaching from the other side. The door flies open and I am greeted by my lovely girl. She is about 5'4" tall with shoulder length light brunette hair. "Hi daddy!" she exclaims, before throwing her arms around me and giving me a huge hug. "It's so good to see you, I feel like it's been ages since we last met."
I hold her close to me, breathing in her light perfume and revel in holding my baby girl close to me.
"Hi Sara, it is good to see you again. I'm glad I could make it this weekend." I kiss her lightly on her cheek as we embrace.
Then she leads me through a short hallway into her flat. It is light and airy with a modern feel and a view over the local park. The main room is a lounge diner with a small kitchenette off to one side. A small dropped leaf dining table sits close to a wall beside the kitchenette and a 2 seater sofa and matching recliner dominate the room facing towards full length glass doors opening onto a small balcony. A modest TV sits on a stand nearby and a small bookshelf groans under the weight of a collection of paperbacks.
I drop my overnight bag beside the sofa and walk to the balcony doors. "Lovely view you have here, I can see why you love it here."
Sarah stands beside me and we look across the park together. "I do love it here dad, it's so close to work and I have loads of friends nearby too. I have made up a spare bed in the guest room for you, would you like to settle in and maybe have a quick shower before we go out this evening. I was hoping to take you to a small café near the beach just down the road from here."
I agree, and taking my overnight bag into the guest room, I quickly take a shower and freshen up before reappearing in the lounge. Sara has taken the opportunity to change into a knee length summer dress, and before long we are walking down the side streets towards the local seafront. It seems quite natural to hold her hand as we walk, chatting about nothing in-particular along the way.
We arrive at the café, a smart trendy place, and decide to sit outside. Ordering wine with our meal we enjoy a glass while watching the sun set. A delightful meal arrives and still chatting about inconsequential things we enjoy each-others company. I start to notice just how beautiful Sara has become. She is elegant and has a delightful laugh. Her blue eyes seem to pierce through me, looking deep into my soul.
She is slender in build, but not unnaturally thin. There are certainly curves on her body, although not exaggerated. Her summer dress is flattering to her figure, revealing the merest hint of her soft curves and allowing her to feel cool and relaxed. Her slender long fingers are well manicured. She is wearing no rings, but does carry a simple silver bracelet and is wearing a silver chain around her neck with a small blue pendant that I gave her as a present when we very first met 6 months ago. Each time I look into her eyes I am captivated by her.
After the meal we walk along the seafront for a short while before deciding to return to her home. There is a slight chill in the air when we arrive and Sara is glad to be indoors. The cool air has caused her nipples to noticeably stiffen under the cotton fabric of the dress, although I try my best not to stare.
Sara retrieves a bottle of wine and two glasses from the kitchenette before sitting opposite me on the sofa. She crosses one leg under her and relaxes comfortably with her wine. We continue to chat about this and that. As the evening lengthens our conversation turns gently towards more serious subjects. She starts to tell me her story, how she was bought up and how she found out about me. I listen intently, sipping occasionally from my wine glass as her tale unfolded.
I felt heartbroken as I heard her talk of the day when she found out that her mother's husband was not her father. The lies that she had been fed must have really messed with her, and it was certainly the reason that she left home as early as she did. To Sara's credit she channelled her energies into her studies and then work, allowing her to get a good job and afford the flat she was in.
She was watching me intently as she spoke, studying me closely. I suddenly became aware that I could see her white panties just peeking out under the hem of her dress. I try to ignore what I have seen and continued to talk with her, relaying some of my own experiences. Perhaps Sara has seen my glance at her panties, I don't know, but she shifts slightly allowing me to see more of them as we talked. Her eyes never seemed to leave mine and I was becoming aware that I had started to feel slightly aroused by her attention and by the view I was seeing. I adjusted my position slightly to lessen the tightness felt as my cock starts to become erect, and hope that I can control the sexual arousal I am experiencing.
Sara suggests that we opened another bottle of wine and made an excuse to visit the bathroom. This allowed me to straighten myself out and retrieve a fresh bottle from the kitchenette. I have just topped up both our glasses when she returns.
Our conversation continues, we both have intense stories to tell, but equally we were both trying our best to hold back from the raw emotions we have both felt. Loss, love and joy were mixed with alcohol and the conversation flowed.
"I don't know why mum left you" Sara remarked at this point. "My stepdad really want that special, he was moody. He never seemed to hold a job down for long and was quite spiteful to mum as well as me. They split up about 5 years ago after mum found out that he was having an affair.
Despite everything dad, you have worked hard and improved yourself. You seem to have looked after yourself too. Do you work out?"
I laugh off her compliment. "No sweetheart, I just tend to keep fit by being active and eating well." I reply.
"Well, I can't see you being kicked out of many beds, dad. Did you see how many girls looked at you while we were out earlier this evening?"
I'm sure that I blushed. Looking at Sara, I noticed that the white V of her panties was again revealed to me. This time however I noticed that there was a distinct damp mark on them. This felt weird. Here I was being complimented by an attractive young woman, my biological responses were spot on, I was getting turned on. I shift a little to ease the mild discomfort of my growing erection.
Sara smiles at me. "Are you ok dad? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
I look at her, she is slightly flushed around her neckline. As I admire her I noticed the swell of her breasts under her thin cotton dress. Her nipples are definitely still erect, even though we are now quite warm in the confines of the small lounge. She tosses her hair as I watch her, as she does my cock twitches again.
"It seems that you aren't the only hot one in the room daddy", she remarks. "Someone or something has got your attention."
I stutter something about needing to use the bathroom and made my way out. The wine has definitely helped in loosening me up but I am reading too much into this, surely. I manage somehow to control my erection and tidy myself up. Loosening a button on my collar, I return to the lounge. Sara, is now semi reclined on the sofa. Her ankles are modestly crossed now which make my efforts at self-control a little easier.
"Do you have a partner now daddy?" she asked.
"No, not at the moment, in fact, I haven't had a partner for a while now" I reply. "How about you, are you dating?"
"No. I made a conscious decision when I left home to keep my virginity until I met the man of my dreams. Until recently I haven't met him."
"I admire you Sara. It can't have been easy"
As she smiled at me she asks,"Why do you say that daddy?"
"Well, even though I'm your dad, I can tell you that you are stunningly attractive. I'm sure that the guys will be queuing up to take you out on dates."
Sara changes her position on the sofa and crosses her leg under her again, revealing a view of her definitely damp panties as her dress hitches up.
"Well, I haven't been short of dates daddy. I just haven't taken things any further"
"I'm sure that your prince will come along soon enough"
"That's the thing daddy, I don't want a prince, I want a real man. They're not so easy to find. I mean, it took me 5 years to find you!" she answers.
I realise that I am staring at her. Her summer dress is only barely covering her, with a good view of her cleavage and also the white v of her panties I am fighting hard not to try and take advantage of her in our semi drunken state.
She looks at my drained wineglass. It is late and we both seem to have got very close to a line that may never again be uncrossed. I make excuses about being tired and retire to my guest bedroom. Sara, switches out the lights after me and takes herself to her own bedroom.
As I drift off to sleep I hear Sara settle onto her bed. I wonder what she wears at night, and my erection starts to rise as I imagine seeing her nubile body.
A while later I am awoken by a noise. At first I can't quite work out what it is. It seems to be a low humming sound, though I can't quite be certain at first. Then hearing a muffled groan the other side of the thin wall I realise that it is Sara. The sounds, though muffled and quiet, arouse me to the point that I have to relieve my hard erection. I rub my cock slowly, building pleasure for myself until I release a flow of warm thick white fluid. It flows with some force onto my belly. I mop myself up with a tissue and feel briefly satisfied. Then I wonder who Sara is thinking about as she pleasures herself. Thoughts turn to erotic dreams as slumber takes over my body.
The new day starts brightly. Summer sunshine streams through the gaps in the bedroom curtains. I quietly get up and take a quick shower, making sure to clean myself up from last night's masturbation. After shaving I return to my room and dress in a loose fitting cotton t-shirt and jeans. A few moments before I leave my room I hear Sara moving around and then hear the shower start in the bathroom. I decide to venture into the kitchenette and make coffee for the both of us while she is getting ready.
I open my bedroom door and immediately see that the bathroom door opposite is only partially closed. Inside the Perspex shower screen is closed but I can clearly see Sara through the warm steam showering herself. Her shoulder length hair, now darkened by the water, cascades around her shoulders setting off her light skin. Her nude form is seared into my brain as I watch her soap herself.
I quietly make my way into the kitchenette, feeling equally embarrassed and aroused by seeing my grown daughter so completely naked in front of me. I feel guilty that I have spied on her in her intimacy, but my penis swells as the image revisits my consciousness, sexual thoughts run rampant through my mind.
I fill the kettle and prepare two instant coffees. Then leaving one on the counter I walk into the lounge/diner and stare out of the balcony doors across the park below me.
Soft footsteps on the carpet break my thoughts followed by slender arms reaching around my waist. I turn and kiss Sara on the cheek. She is wearing just a bath towel, wrapped tightly around her.
"Good morning daddy," she chirps "enjoying the view?"
My assumption is that she is referring to the park, so I agree, hoping that she hadn't seen me watch her earlier in the shower.
She presses closer into me and hugs me tight. "Happy fathers-day, daddy, I am so happy that we can spend the day together." The scent of honeysuckle blossom from her shower fills me as I hold her damp form close against me. Her wet hair, cold against me.
"I've made you a coffee sweetheart, it's in the kitchen." I say to distract her. If we continue to stand this close my building erection will surely be noticed.
