Author's Note: Those of you who know my stories know I like involved plots and developed characters. That is not what this is. It's just a short, sweet moment in a D/d relationship. Hope you enjoy! - Carnal
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John stopped his SUV at the curb to pick up his 21-year old daughter Sara from her off-campus apartment early one summer afternoon. He'd planned for a whole week to rearrange his schedule at work to free up this time. His secretary at the law firm thought he had a "personal matter" to attend to; his wife thought he'd be at work all day. But he was here, for his clandestine meeting with their daughter.
He smiled when he saw her wave at him from the street. She looked adorable and sexy in a simple white dress.
"Hey," she said, when she hopped in.
"Hey, yourself."
They exchanged a quick, conspiratorial glance. John broke into big grin and briefly touched her knee before putting the car in gear in pulling out and towards the freeway. He gave her a tiny wink.
"How's the new place?"
Sara smiled at him and trailed her fingers across his shoulders.
"Perfect."
"Good. Nice that you're all settled in," he said. He kept one hand on her upper thigh as he drove.
"So how did the most important Senior Partner get away?" Sara asked.
John smiled. "A family matter."
"Oh," said Sara, and they both laughed.
"Classes going ok, hon?" John asked, as he stroked her skin and moved his hand slightly upwards on her thigh.
"Oh yeah . . . things are great." Sarah took his hand and interlaced her fingers with his.
"Mmmm," John made the slightest little moan. "I'm so glad you could make it, babe."
"So am I," she said, as she kissed his hand.
An hour or so later he pulled off a quiet country road onto a dirt path that took them further and further into a wooded landscape dotted with fields. Finally he parked. In the back of the SUV he'd brought a blanket and a little basket.
They held hands as they walked towards the meadow. She smiled at him and he squeezed her hand tighter. Sara looked down to see her nipples hardening and plainly showing through her thin dress. The stiff nubs were poking through the unbound gauzy material which flowed down to the middle of her thighs, making a nice little tent out of her dress. The warm summer air flowed up and around her naked body underneath. She could feel her juices flowing freely into her thighs. She stepped carefully through the tall grass dotted with pink and yellow flowers in her towering wedged heels. Her shaved and smoothly creamed and perfumed skin felt so lovely in the hot wind.
John looked wonderful in the soft blue linen shirt and jeans he'd brought to work with him that day. They had a whole afternoon in the special spot they'd found. It was a hidden meadow entirely surrounded by thick trees, some 50 miles from where they lived. No one ever came here. Miles away they saw a barn, but otherwise no dwellings or houses or cars could be seen or heard. Perhaps in the autumn or winter hunters might stop by, but otherwise it was completely separated from the rest of the world.
John reached over and rubbed her nipples lightly, smiling at her as he tweaked and teased them through the thin material. As soon as they could, they loved playing their little game.
"You want Daddy today, baby?"
Sara felt her clit stiffen and send intense throbs through her belly. It ached for his lips. She wanted to see him suck it today. She wanted to straddle him, look down, and watch his tongue lick her stiff aching clit while he gazed up at her, before she slid down onto his face, and then she wanted to come into his open mouth.
When they reached the clearing, John spread the thick soft blanket, and they opened the basket. They laughed and chatted over glasses of sparkling wine. John stuck his finger in his and fed some to Sara's lips. She sucked it off, licking her lips and his fingers, and then brought his hand down between her legs, under her dress. She held his eyes, smiling, as she dipped his warm fingers into her pussy. She was so wet. So open and hot and wet. She loved showing him. She loved making him feel what he did to her.
"Feel me, Daddy? Feel how wet you make me?"
She gasped. His slightest touch made her clit swell and twitch and ache and the wetness just flow unending out of her pussy. She made John feel that deep pool. She loved giving him a feel. It was so hot and so wet. She loved seeing his face. She loved seeing the delight in his eyes. She knew he was thinking of the moment he would slip inside her.
She brought his hand up and smiled as she licked, slowly, every last drop of her wetness from his fingers. He fed her own taste to her mouth.
"Ahh . . ." John sighed, as the blood rushed to his cock and he felt it swell uncomfortably in his tight jeans. He wanted her on her hands and knees today. He wanted her head down, on the blanket, with her gorgeous ass in the air, spreading her golden pussy nice and wide. He wanted to grab onto her fleshy ass, knead her cheeks and plunge his cock inside her hot, sweet cunt. Up close. Joined hips to ass, nice and deep into that wetness. Only then would he fuck her so nice and slow. He'd draw his cock out and push back in inch by inch.
They never ever got enough of fucking each other. They reveled in it. They loved their incestuous secret.
When Sara shaved and waxed every inch of her body that day, it was to please John.
