She was craving the feeling of warm water on her cold body. But the water wasn't heating up enough.
She was still standing on the cold tile in only her Catholic school uniform. The clothes were definitely too small for her, but since it was her senior year, she hadn't bothered to buy new clothes. Right now she was regretting the too short skirt and the shirt straining against her breasts, as she shivered.
"DAD!" She called out. Even though he was really her stepfather, he had been married to her mom since before she could remember, so she considered him her father. She was cold and tired and figured he knew how to fix it.
"Yes?" He called from outside the door.
"The water won't heat up. Just come and fix it."
He walked in and felt the water. As she watched him bent over, feeling the water as it steamed up, she thought about how attractive her Dad really was. He was middle aged, but still very healthy and even muscular. She started to imagine how strong his hands would feel holding her down....
She was shocked at her own thoughts, but she was still frustrated about her encounter earlier that day. She realized at some part of her mind that this was wrong, but she couldn't help herself. She was fantasizing about her father.
The water was heating up, and the mirrors had started to steam. She was getting warmed up. Feeling almost in a trance as she imaged making love to her father, she started stripping. He was still bent over, examining the tap, so he didn't see as she unbuttoned her shirt. The more she began to take off, the more she felt that this was exactly what she wanted. She unclasped her bra, slipped out of her skirt, and pulled off her panties. She was standing completely naked except for her woolen knee socks.
"Daddy" she whispered.
He turned around. He seemed glued to the spot, and speechless. He was completely confused, but also slightly turned on. Even though she was his daughter, he couldn't deny how sexy she looked in just her schoolgirl socks. It was like a fantasy right in front of him.
"What..." he started.
"Shhhh. Daddy. I'm so horny."
She took a step towards him.
"But, honey, why are you..."
"Daddy, my pussy needs your big, strong hands."
"Stop, baby, this is not ri..."
But as he was speaking she put her lips on his and gave him a long, strong kiss. She could feel his lips opening, and she slipped her tongue inside his mouth. She could tell that with every second his resistance was breaking.
She broke the kiss for just long enough to say in a baby voice, "Daddy, don't you want to feel my pussy?"
He couldn't speak, he still knew this was wrong, and he didn't want to continue. But he also didn't want to stop.
Her small hand grabbed his, and gently led it to her aching pussy. As soon as she felt his strong, warm hand touch her, she started grinding against it.
"uhhhh, mmmmm" she moaned.
He could feel how wet she was.
"Do you really want me?" he asked.
"Mmmhmmm, Daddy, I want you so bad" she whispered as she was still grinding against his hand. And she reached down for his crotch. She could feel that even though his voice was still shaky, his cock was rock hard. She started to rub her hands all over his cock through his pants.
"How bad do you want me?" He asked, his confidence rising rapidly.
In response, she got on her knees. She unzipped his fly slowly, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. His cock popped out, it had been straining against the fabric so much.
