Chapter 9
As the golf cart whirred it's electric motor, Daddy and I rode in silence down the road back to our bungalow. So much had happened tonight and I was trying to process it.
What a night it had been: an erotic photo shoot with Celeste, sex with David, a man I had only met that day- married, no less!- and then seeing my Father also having sex with a stranger. The topper had been the game of Truth Or Dare.... and seeing the man who raised me get oral sex from another man. It was nearly surreal... and yet I was beginning to think i liked it.
Tiki torches lit the track towards our area of the resort and during the ride, Daddy put his hand on my thigh. I looked at him, brought out of my internal daze. I was so lost in thought, I'd kind of tuned everything else out...
"How are you feeling, Pumpkin?"
I smiled, "Good, I guess..... Quite a night! How about you?"
"I loved it.... every minute of it. When you went upstairs with David, Celeste and I poured some drinks and started to talk about her time owning the nudist resort in Nevada. When we started hearing their bed rocking, we knew what you all were doing, and Celeste started pawing at me. Next thing I know, her mouth is on my cock, and well, you know I kind of love that...." his voice trailed off and he smiled. "I hope you don't mind."
"Oh, no Daddy.... of course not. This is your vacation as much as it is mine. I think, if anything, I was worried a little that you'd be upset about what David and I did. I've been thinking about it; how everything happened so fast, but how much I enjoyed myself. Daddy- I don't know that I want any of this to end."
Another squeeze on my leg, "Well, hon, I don't either, although we only have a limited amount of time here. But things can be different, at least, between us, when we go back... if you want."
I nodded at him. My Father smiled at me and then looked down at his lap. My gaze followed.
His penis was sticking out of the fly in his shorts. He was completely erect.
I gasped in surprise! He was hard here? On the golf cart?
He slipped his hand over mine, lifted it and placed it directly on his pecker. I glanced back over my shoulder with mischievous awareness. Our driver, Carlos, was oblivious. Why not?
I started jacking Daddy.
His precum began to flow quickly, coating part of my hand. In the night air, my nipples perked up. Daddy slid down a little in the seat and hooked one of his legs over mine, the other almost off the golf cart. Trees and bushes and small huts whizzed by as I kept manually stimulating him. His erection was so nice and hard! I rolled my palm up and around his mushroom head. He let out a moan that was just audible enough over the sound of the golf cart's engine.
The cart slowed down a little as we passed through an area with a few restaurants and beach huts. People were out and about. Honestly, the possibility of being seen only emboldened my movements.
I jacked my Dad's cock with aplomb, almost hoping we would be seen!
Sure enough, as we passed one lady, she nudged her husband and pointed at us and he smiled. As I watched them fade in the distance, I kept manually stimulating that his manmeat, my hand curling around and around his veiny shaft, his foreskin gliding up and down over his perfect pink cockhead. If anything, it kind of turned me in even more, to have been seen.
Daddy's hand was at the top of my thigh where it meets my lower torso, squeezing... "Oh, Amy..." he whispered, "don't stop."
No chance. I was going to make him pop if it killed me.
He grabbed my hand and pushed it down towards his base while his chest heaved. His dick twitched while I held it firmly, foreskin retracted. Within mere seconds, I watched with delighted surprise as his cock shot out several long ropes of cream all over the lane behind us as we rolled down the road.
I couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing. "Daddy! Your harpoon went off!" Daddy started laughing as well, with an obvious satisfaction at a job well done by me.
He squeezed my shoulder and exhaled. "God, I needed that!"
I had a little of his semen on my fingers. I brought my hand up and snaked my tongue out, tasting. Yep- still salty... but... not bad....
A few minutes later, Carlos delivered us to our destination. We thanked him and headed inside. Daddy headed straight to the bathroom to pee and I sought a water bottle from the fridge.
"How about a shower before bed, Princess?" he called out before flushing.
"Sure, why not?" The chlorine of the hot tub wasn't too great for my skin, anyway. I started to head for the upstairs, but he grabbed my hand.
"You do know we have a shower on our deck, right?"
"We do? No, I had no idea..."
He stepped over to me. "Let's go use it."
His hands were on my shoulders and he leaned in, giving me a long, lingering kiss. As our tongues danced, the man who gave me life slowly unzipped my dress. As he tugged gently downward, he gave just enough space for it to slide down my body. I hadn't bothered with putting on my bra and panties at the Anderson's for the journey home, nor had I bothered with my high heels, opting to go barefoot. I found myself nude against my Father, but that suited me just fine.
Daddy opened his shirt and his shorts soon dropped to the floor as well. He finished by stepping out of his sandals and then took my hand once more towards the patio.
In the few days I'd been at the bungalow, I hadn't even bothered to go out on our back deck. I'd glimpsed our upstairs bedroom's veranda and the view beyond, but that was it. Our patio was an acceptable size, with various furnishings, attractive landscaping and toward the far corner, a shower built partially into the natural-looking rock wall, with what seemed to be a glass-mosaic tile floor.
Daddy grabbed a box of matches nearby and proceeded to light a few candles strategically placed around the area. It added a truly romantic feeling, and the fragrances from the beautiful blooms around the patio only added to my senses.
The water was run and I joined Daddy in the shower. It felt so invigorating, and a tad naughty, to be showering outside: no shower curtain, no privacy, just the open air and sky above us!
Daddy pumped one of the bottles nestled in a nook in the shower's wall as I slid under one of the three different shower heads, allowing the warm water to trickle into my body and run down. He reached to me and slicked back my hair while applying shampoo. I smiled in bemused surprise as he started lathering my hair for me. I stood still as he moved close, our bodies touching, and washed my hair for the first time since I was a child.
It felt amazing.
His strong fingers kneaded their way through my tresses, massaging my skull as he worked. I closed my eyes and savored the experience. I put my hands on his hips to steady myself and to my delight, found our bodies sliding against each other. I could feel his dick slapping gently against my tummy. I'm not sure if he was doing that on purpose or not, but I didn't stop him.
"Rinse, baby," he said as his hands withdrew from my head. I put myself into the nexus of the three shower heads and felt the shampoo wash away. As I emerged slowly from the water and opened my eyes, I saw him rubbing his hands together with an oozing gel.
"Body wash, Mademoiselle?" my Father asked with a playful, crooked eyebrow.
"Why yes, kind Sir," I replied with a matched smile.
