This is my first story that contains male on male action. If that does not interest you, please feel free to check out one of my other stories.
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After five hours in the car, Greg and I were bursting to get out. While the drive home from the city usually only took us two hours, the Memorial Day traffic was a mess. The long drive just added to the incredibly tense situation. As we pulled into the driveway, I smiled at Greg and took his hand, a simple gesture to let him know it would all be okay.
"Are you as nervous as I am?" He asked.
"Oh, sweetie, there is nothing to worry about. Dad will love you," I replied.
The truth is I was incredibly nervous. The whole ride here, I wondered if I had made a terrible mistake inviting Greg home for the weekend, yet Dad insisted that I bring him with me. Greg and I had become increasingly serious over the past few months, and Dad wanted to be introduced to the boy who had swept me off my feet.
While I wanted them to meet, I feared what would happen when they did. Could Dad control himself seeing me happy with another man?
I've dated other guys before, but that was before everything happened. That was before Mom passed away, and my relationship with my father took a turn toward the unusual.
Walking into the house, I decided that it was all going to be okay. Convincing myself that was the only way I would make it through the weekend.
"Charlotte!" Dad shouted as he ran toward us.
With a big hug, Dad lifted me off my feet. His strong arms gripped me tight, holding me like it would be the last time he ever did.
"Dad, too tight," I coughed.
"Oh, sorry. I'm just glad you are home. And you must be Greg. I have heard so many great things about you," Dad said while extending his hand out.
"I've heard great things about you too. Your daughter speaks very highly of you. Thank you for having me up here this weekend," Greg said.
"It looks like someone was raised right," Dad laughed.
"I told you he was great, Dad," Charlotte beamed.
"Why don't you guys settle in and then we can lay by the pool and have some drink before dinner. I'm sure you guy are famished," Dad said.
I showed Greg to the guest room before heading to my own. While I am sure Dad would be fine with us sharing a room, we wanted to make the best impression we could, so we decided to separate for the weekend.
Throwing my bag on the bed, I quickly unpacked. Ever since the weather warmed up, all I have wanted to do was lay out by the pool and tan. I undressed, allowing the cool air to caress my body. After being in the car for so long, it felt great to feel so unencumbered.
I grabbed my red bikini from my suitcase and tied it on. The tiny string bikini was naughty, but I wanted to feel the sun on as much of my skin as possible.
"Don't you think that bikini is a bit much with your father around?" Greg asked when he saw me in the hall.
"Maybe, but he has seen me in much worse," I replied.
Greg looked confused but left it alone.
Dad was already at the pool, drinking a beer, when we made it down.
"You look great, honey," Dad said with a wink in his eye.
"Thanks, Dad. Greg and I have been training for a half marathon, and all that running has really gotten my body in crazy shape," I told him.
"Good for you guys. When's the race?" Dad wondered.
"In about a month. Charlotte has been pushing me like crazy. She's great at keeping me motivated," Greg responded.
While the two of them chatted, getting to know each other, I lay on the lounge chair and started applying tanning oil. I splattered the slick liquid into my palm and ran it up and down my arms and over my toned core. I lifted my right leg and then my left, taking my time to rub the oil into my tight muscles. All those hours of running had made my legs strong but also super sore. The oil dripped down my thighs, pooling in the cracks of my crotch. I scooped up the oil, allowing my hand to linger over my pussy as I did so.
Rubbing the oil into my body was making me increasingly horny. The mixture of the sun, being half naked, along with teasing myself, had my pussy leak uncontrollably.
I sighed deeply as I dripped the oil onto my very exposed chest. While my bikini held my tits in place, they left them exposed for the world to see. I grazed my hands over my breast, massaging the liquid into my heaving breasts. The feeling of my hands on my tits left me in a state of utter arousal. With my eyes closed, I continued to trail my hands over my skin, making sure there were no spots missed.
As I opened my eyes, I noticed that Greg and Dad were staring at me. While they both tried to maintain their conversation, all eyes were on me. My heart pounded in my chest, as I spoke up.
"Daddy, can you do my back?" I giggled.
Greg looked shocked that I didn't ask him, but I guess he figured that I was trying to keep our PDA to a minimum.
Dad's hands were strong. He worked his magic, manipulating the tanning oil into my sun kissed skin.
"Dad," I moaned louder than I would have liked.
Greg gave me an awkward smile. It was clear that he was confused by my moans. Yet he watched us with rapt attention.
Dad's hands roamed across my back, making their way ever closer to my thong. I pushed my ass up, letting Dad know that I wanted him to rub the oil into my exposed butt.
I smiled at Greg, as Daddy drizzled more oil onto my cheeks. Greg's cock stood at attention, a fact he did his best to hide. Yet, he never turned away from the show before him.
Greg and I had roleplayed Daddy/Daughter sex in the past, and it was clear his mind was lost in lustful thoughts.
As Dad's fingers grazed dangerously close to my bikini-covered pussy, I looked at Greg and licked my lips. I didn't know exactly what he was thinking, but I always loved seeing my boyfriend turned on.
I soon shooed my father away and thanked him for his help.
Not wanting Greg to think anything was off, I acted normally and asked him to "Pass me a beer."
"So, you guys seem pretty serious," Dad said.
"Dad," I yelped.
"It's okay. I'm very lucky to have met Charlotte. Since I have met her, I've only known happiness," Greg said.
I blushed. While I realized Greg was trying butter-up to my father, I knew he was being honest. Truth is, I felt the same way. That is why being home was so difficult.
We spent the next few hours drinking and tanning. I applied tanning oil a few more times, making sure that I got a good coating of sun. Every time I reapplied, Dad's and Greg's eyes lingered on me. It felt good having the two men in my life think I was attractive enough to drool over.
By the time we ordered in sushi, I was pretty drunk. We ate quickly and showered before heading to bed.
Once I knew Greg was asleep, I snuck into Dad's room.
