From the time I was a little girl, I loved to jump onto my daddy's lap as he sat on the sofa watching the nightly news. His hand would brush back my hair, he'd kiss me on the forehead, and ask me how my day had been. I told him everything I could remember about my lessons and my friends.
This became our ritual and it became even more important to me when my mother died. I was 12.
Daddy was full of grief, but made himself be strong. He did everything for me. He took me shopping, bought my clothes, only after approving of them, of course, took me for my doctor and dentist exams, taught me how to cook and set the washer and dryer. On my 16th birthday, he bought me a car.
Daddy is handsome, over 6 feet tall and in great physical shape. He works as a contractor and is determined to keep his body in as good a physique as the bodies of men working for him. His hair is black and thick and his eyes are gray.
Tonight it was almost 6:00 when I heard the front door slam. Rather than flying down the stairs, I took my time. After all, I'm not a little girl anymore. Today is my 18th birthday.
Daddy took off his jacket and threw it on a chair. He plopped down on the sofa, grabbed the remote and found his favorite news network. He looked so tired.
I quietly walked to the kitchen, grabbed a beer for him from the fridge, and took it to him. As he opened it and took a gulp, I gently sat on his lap and put my arms around his neck. I nestled my head against his shoulder.
"Oh, Daddy, I love you so much. You look too tired to go out for my birthday dinner."
"Baby, I love you too, more than you can ever know. I just need to relax a moment. Our reservations aren't until 9, so we have plenty of time."
He brushed my hair back and kissed my forehead.
"Baby, would you like your present now? It's something you can wear."
"I'd love it now."
"Look in the pocket of my jacket."
I quickly jumped from his lap and scrambled to the chair. After checking one empty pocket, I found the gift in the other. It was in a beautiful red velvet box with gold ribbon.
I smiled at Daddy and walked back to him. Once again settled on his lap, I pulled the ribbons and opened the box to find a gold chain with a heart of small diamonds.
"Daddy, I love it. It's beautiful." I kissed his cheek a long, lingering kiss.
"Not as gorgeous as you, my princess."
We sat like that for half an hour as he drank his beer and watched the news. I nestled against him, my right hand running through his thick hair. He smelled of the sensuous Drakkar Noir.
"Baby, we'd better go get dressed. We don't want to miss dinner and I'm taking you somewhere special."
Each of us climbed the stairs and went to our bedrooms. I selected clothes and laid them on my pink satin spread. The short black sleeveless dress would make me look very grownup, especially with the shoes I pulled from the closet. Tiny straps covered with rhinestones would certainly make people notice my long and tanned legs. The hem of the dress barely covered my undies.
At 5'6" tall and 125 pounds, I definitely attracted attention.
The bra was black and would push my breasts up and outward. Regardless of what I wore, people noticed my large globes. I hated wearing bras and often walked around the house with my nipples growing hard as I imagined them being sucked by my lover.
The little black lacy bikini panties were my favorite – how I daydreamed when I wore them of my man's fingers slowly pushing beneath the corners and finally tearing them off of me in order to reach my secret place.
I was still a virgin, with the thought of only one man touching me and making love to me. All of my knowledge has come from books and magazine articles and stories on the Internet, especially sexy stories.
It was difficult to decide whether to take a shower or a bubble bath. I could hear the water running in Daddy's bathroom and I imagined him soaping his beautiful body. A few times, when he didn't see me, I had been able to view his manliness. According to internet stories, a man with a 7-inch penis can provide a lot of satisfaction to a woman. When I looked at Daddy's, I estimated it to be about 9 inches – long and thick. I had never seen it hard, but knew it would grow with the infusion of blood.
With time rushing by, I opted for a shower. I pinned up my long blond tresses, opened the glass door, and walked into the steamy room. The hot water poured over my body and I began to soap myself.
Pulling the handheld spraying faucet from it's holder, I spread my legs and pointed the hard and hot stream toward my pussy. With my other hand, I spread all around my bottomt and felt my clit begin to enlarge as I rubbed hard.
"Baby, you getting ready?" I heard Daddy yell.
"In a few minutes, Daddy. I'll be right down."
Ending my shower before I could cum was frustrating. I needed to be satisfied so badly, but Daddy wanted me to hurry and, whatever Daddy wanted, he got from me.
As I started down the stairs, he looked up from where he stood in the living room drinking a cocktail.
"Oh my God, Baby, you look incredible. In fact, I'm afraid to allow you outside this house."
We both laughed.
I walked to him, picked up the red velvet box from the cocktail table, and took the necklace from it.
My back to him, I lifted the two ends of the necklace, reaching behind my neck.
"Daddy, please fasten this for me."
His hands, so large and accustomed to handling big tools, were deft at doing this. I could feel his hot breath near my neck.
"That's pretty heady perfume you're wearing, girl. Don't you think it's a little too seductive?"
"You don't like a musky scent, Daddy? Should I go shower and put on something else? And that Drakkar Noir is pretty sexy for you to wear. Are we going to meet a girlfriend of yours at the restaurant?"
"Don't be silly. I'm just having a hard time accepting you're a grown woman now, so the perfume threw me a little off balance. And tonight is all for you, so, no girlfriend."
"Daddy, I put my hair up so you could kiss me on the neck. That's what big girls like."
He quickly planted a peck on my shoulder and pushed me toward the door.
"We're going to one of my favorite restaurants."
"Have I been there?"
"No. Tonight will be your first time."
"I hope so, Daddy," I said looking into his eyes.
He gave me a quizzical look as we walked to the car.
Traveling toward town, I wanted so badly for his hand to reach out and grasp my thigh, squeezing it as he moved his hand closer to my wetness. Instead, he held both hands on the steering wheel as he talked about how the area had grown so much in the past few years.
Daddy never realized how much he made me suffer.
I looked through his CDs and pushed in one with romantic music.
"That's relaxing, Baby. I'm glad you like the old songs."
"I thought you would like this and tonight's for you and me."
The time passed quickly as we enjoyed dinner and shared a chocolate mousse for dessert. He had ordered wine for us and I had a few glasses.
"You'd better slow down on that, Baby. I don't want to have to carry you to the car."
"Come on, Daddy, dance with me. It's a slow song."
"We'll try. You know I'm not much of a dancer."
A three piece combo was on the small stage. We walked to the dance floor and Daddy took me into his arms. My head rested against his shoulder. I wanted so badly for his hands to cup and squeeze my ass cheeks, but he held me properly.
The dance continued and I moved closer to him, near enough to press my breasts against him and to feel a bulge in his pants. He pushed me away and led me back to the table.
"Girl, you've had enough birthday dinner. I'm taking you home."
We left the restaurant. Neither of us said anything as the CD's soft, sexy music played and Daddy drove slowly through the empty streets.
I wanted so badly to reach over, unzip Daddy's pants, pull out his cock, and suck it. I'd been dreaming of doing that for so long after reading a story on the Literoica about a woman who did that to her man.
Daddy drove the car in the driveway, parking it there instead of entering the garage. I had to lean on Daddy to get up the concrete steps and to the front door of our house.
"Daddy, I really had too much to drink."
"Yes, you did."
"Daddy, it's not midnight yet, so technically, it's still my birthday."
"That must mean you want something," he said laughingly.
"I want to sit on your lap on the sofa."
"That can be arranged."
Daddy took off his suit jacket and tie and opened his shirt a bit.
"Daddy, can I fix you a drink?"
"You're not having one, Baby, but I'll take a scotch on the rocks."
The best part of making daddy's drink was all the stretching required as I reached high to open the cabinet door and retrieve a glass, then bent over to reach under the bar for the Scotch.
I know Daddy got an eyeful as the hem of my dress lifted above my black lacy bikini panties and as my lace-covered ass was in full view when I bent over. I hoped he liked viewing my creamy and soft inner thighs.
When I started to drop ice cubes into the glass, I almost picked up two to place them against my nipples. Again, it is torture to desire an action and not be able to do it.
I carried the drink to Daddy and sat on his lap, as I have for years.
"Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?"
"Yes. Daddy would you pull the pins that are holding up my hair? Pretty please."
"What's this leading to, Baby? You can do that yourself."
I quickly moved so that I straddled Daddy's strong thighs and moved my mouth close to his.
"You do it, Daddy. Now."
"OK, Baby."
He slowly pulled each pin and my blond hair cascaded to my shoulders and down my back. A few strands covered my breasts.
Daddy slowly ran his hands through my hair, massaging my head, then moving his hands to my neck and gently cupped it in a sexy massage.
"Daddy, I know you want to. I can feel your hands now moving through my hair. I felt you when we danced. I know what you want, Daddy."
"Don't be crazy. We can't do anything. We're father and daughter. Society has its taboos and anything happening between us is one of them."
