So Daddy walked in on me and his fiancée while she had just given me the orgasm of my life. He was not a happy man, to say the least and as I sat alone in my bedroom I felt very guilty. I also felt a bit horny still. I mean, I was all set to have my first taste of pussy, and a beautiful pussy at that when dad interrupted our morning. I wondered what the hell he was doing home so early anyway?
I went out into the hallway and listened in at their bedroom door but could hear nothing but the sound of the television. I went downstairs and looked out and saw Daddy's car in the driveway but Cindy's little convertible was gone. I suddenly felt terrible. What if I was the cause of the two of them splitting up? What if I stood in the way of their happiness? My earlier high was gone and I slumped my shoulders and thought to myself I had to fix this, to make everything okay.
I went back upstairs and stood outside Daddy's door. I was going to change since all I was wearing was a long t-shirt that went almost to my knees. I hadn't put panties back on since I was still so wet from Cindy's masterful tongue work. I don't know why I didn't change. Then I heard a low moan coming from Daddy's room and it sounded like a woman's voice but not Cindy's. I knocked and a moment later the moan stopped. "What?" I heard my fathers voice yell out.
"It's me Daddy. I need to talk to you" I said sheepishly. Another minute went by, "Please Daddy, for a minute?" I tried the door but it was locked. I started to walk away dejected when I heard the door being unlocked. I went back and knocked again and this time dad told me to come in.
Dad looked warm, he was sitting up in bed with the covers to his waist, his hairy, muscular chest looked sexy and in less then a minute I found myself having those sexual thoughts again about my dad. I wondered if he was naked under those covers. I also caught him staring at my legs as I sat next to him on the bed. My nipples felt like pebbles and I knew Daddy would see them pressed against my t-shirt.
I explained to Daddy what had happened earlier and that it was my fault that anything sexual happened. Cindy reluctantly shaved me since I saw her naked in Greece and wanted to look the same way. Daddy's eyes shifted toward my crotch and I wondered how much he got to see earlier when he caught his fiancée with her tongue in my cookie jar. I told him I just couldn't help myself, I had become so turned on.
"So you're a lesbian?" dad asked. I shook my head no. I told him that was my first time. Did you pleasure her?" this time I saw his expression change, to soften slightly.
"No... but I would have. She's so sexy. I was never attracted to another girl before but the thought of doing to her what she did to me made me crazy. It's still making me crazy," I said and blushed slightly.
We sat in total silence for what seemed like hours but was only about a minute or two. "I'm sorry that I interrupted the two of you," he said. "If I had it to do all over I think I may have stood back quietly and watched."
I leaned in when he said that and kissed him on the cheek. I let my hand brush over the covers and I could feel his erection. "Did a part of you like what you saw?" I was feeling a bit bolder now and more in control of the seduction that was unfolding. He told me he only saw my breasts but that they were quite lovely. I said "yeah right," because I had felt inferior about my tits since I saw Cindy's for the first time.
