A Truly Wonderful Summer -- Part 2
Please read "A truly Wonderful Summer" first. There is where you are introduced to the characters as they now begin the next part of their journey.
Quietly lying, while tenderly gliding my fingers across Jennifer's soft delicate skin my eyes slowly opened to the rising sun as it appeared through the window of our bedroom, what a beautiful morning indeed. It feels like Jennifer arrived back home such a long time ago, but in reality it was only the night before.
I still have no understanding of how this came to be. My daughter came home from College the night before and our joyful hug in the garage ended with us making love in my bed. It is a mystery neither of us fought off; it was never planned or discussed ahead of time. It was an event that was simply meant to be.
We have been in love for years and with Mom walking out of our lives the situation just seemed so natural we both went with our feelings and emotions. I am not concerned about the evening or the fact we made love to each other, I am at peace knowing we are happy with our choice.
I watched as the first signs of morning life came from Jennifer. Her hands slide up over her head; the glow of her naked body was a delight to my eyes. She gracefully rolled onto her back and whispered. "Good Morning Daddy."
It was a warm summer morning so we had managed to kick the blanket and sheet off our naked bodies as we slept the night away. I gently kissed her cheek as she grabbed my hand and lowered it to her perfect young breast.
Chapter 1 -- Jennifer Reassures Herself
Feeling my Father's naked body cuddled into mine brought comfort to my soul. Morning usually is not my favorite time of day; but this day was different. We made love the night before for the first time; I gave my Father my virginity without any reservation. It was not lust or loneliness, it was a pleasure I wanted to experience; I wanted my Father to experience this also.
Rolling on my back I could feel my Dad's lips on my cheek, I gently grabbed his hand and placed it on my naked breast. I love how he tenderly squeezed my breast and rolled his fingers with my nipple in between them. God it made my nipples so hard, filling them with incredible passion.
Lying still my mind remembers every moment it took for my Father to fill my body with his incredible cock. He was so patient as my young virgin body stretched out to receive the entire length of his thick and very manly cock. The explosion of seeds into my pure body brought me an orgasm I never dreamed possible.
There is nothing that can prepare you for your first time. But to be able to share it with someone you love as much as I love my Dad will always make it feel perfect. I bet most girls will never want to remember their first time. I will never forget how much I wanted it to happen, even if I will never be able to speak to others about it.
There was a familiar tingle between my thighs as Dad continued to caress each breast. I felt his lips as they started to suckle on my swollen nipples. My eyes closed as my soft moans betray my silence. I felt the weight of his hand on my firm tummy, circling around my navel, his fingers gently stroking my smooth tender skin.
The pleasure I felt is deeper than I have ever experienced, or will ever be able to express. I still have no understanding of how this came to be. I came home from College the night before and our joyful hug in the garage ended with us making love in my Father's bed. We did not fight it off; it was never planned or discussed. It was an event that was simply meant to be.
Chapter 2 -- Remembering our First Touch
Jennifer and I have always been close, probably closer than any Father and Daughter should have been. Somehow all those runs together, all those talks together, the openness we have always shared, the tender touches which became caresses, all blended together.
Jennifer has long beautiful legs and can run like the wind. After each competition she will lie on the grass and expect me to massage the soreness away. I always start with the backside of her legs, pouring the massage oil over her thighs and calves and working it in firmly. Squeezing the oil between my fingers and her delicate skin.
Starting at her ankles I bring relief to her calves first, sometimes one at a time, sometimes both at once. Her thighs are powerful and need the attention of both hands on each separately. Pressuring each muscle I am able to push the acid out of the back her legs. I usually have to wait for just a quick moment as she rolls on her back so I can refresh the front of her legs.
Again I start at her ankles and slowly bring comfort to both her legs. Once I am finished Jenny sits up smartly and thanks me with a sweet kiss. Her smile is all the assurance I need; I know how much she appreciates her massages.
On her 18th Birthday Jenny confidently announced she was going to win the State Championship Cross-Country title later that spring. When she indeed won her title; the excitement of winning overwhelmed both of us. State Champion, what else can I say, one very proud Father I was that day. In all of the excitement the massage had been forgotten from our end of race routine.
As we finally got home and turned into the garage hours later her moans from the forgotten massage were becoming epic. When I went to help her out from her side of the car; she could barley move. My laughter only got me in deep trouble; it did not help the situation at all. I now had one grumpy girl on my hands.