I got home from work the other day and all I could think about how much I wanted a nice long hot shower. I stripped my work clothes off and ran down the stairs wearing only a towel since I was heading directly to the shower. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, my father walked through the hall and stopped in front of me. I thought he had already left.
We stood staring at each other for a brief moment and my breath caught.
Daddy is the sexiest man I have ever known. He is confident, sensual and nearly everything he does has an eroticism to it that affects me deeply. Lately, I have been finding he is the centre of most of my masturbatory fantasies which makes being physically close to him very unnerving but even more so when I am nearly naked.
He smiled and I inhaled deeply and smiled back as he wagged his car keys in the air in front of him. "Can't go far without these," he said as he walked around me toward the front door. "I'll be back in a couple hours," he called over his shoulder.
"See ya!" I called back as I headed to the shower and he closed the door behind him.
I reached into the tub to run the water and saw the wet bottom. Daddy must have showered before he left. I ran the shower and stepped into the hot spray still thinking of him. As the water ran over me my skin prickled at the heat and I thought about how he had just been standing there feeling the water run over his body, soaping and rinsing himself.
I wet the gauze sponge under the spray, squeezed the body wash onto it, and began washing. The texture of the gauze felt almost rough against my sensitized skin and the initial coolness of the body wash heightened the sensation.
By the time I reached my breasts, my nipples were tingling. I swirled the sponge around my breasts and then over my nipples, feeling them tighten against the gauze. I tried to dispel all thoughts of him as I continued to wash but by the time I rinsed I could feel the warm tingle of my labia swelling.
I towelled off and darted up the stairs, my overly warm skin feeling the cold. I hung the towel in my room and thought how nice it would be to masturbate without worry at being overheard. Then I thought about Daddy's room.
I walked slowly into his room, feeling his presence as if he were there. His bed covers were drawn back as if he had just left the bed and it was too inviting to ignore.
I lay on my back and pulled his covers over me. The coolness of his sheets was a pointed contrast to my body heat and I felt my nipples tighten once more. I lay there with my eyes closed, arms at my sides and thought about how I was lying where Daddy had lain earlier; how my naked body was in the place his naked body had recently been.
The rise and fall of my breathing moved the sheets almost imperceptibly across my nipples and I shuddered at the sensation of the soft touch. I became aware of the feeling of the sheet against my tummy and how it curled down to the delta of my mound; everything the barest of touches. I wondered if that would be how Daddy would touch me; gently, softly, slowly arousing me.
I parted my legs slightly and raised one hand under the covers to my breast and cupped it, slowly squeezing it up to my nipple and gasped at the pleasure in the pressure.
The sheet shifted and cupped my mound almost touching my lips and I tilted my hips up to meet the touch. I thought about how the sheet would cling to Daddy's body in the same way and my breathing increased as my clit throbbed.
I slowly trailed my other hand down my stomach to my labia and softly stroked them up and down, never touching my clit; never parting my lips but feeling my arousal grow powerfully.
I thought about Daddy lying in this same spot and masturbating. I thought about how his big, powerful hands would look stroking his hard penis. As my fingers slid down my lips I thought about how his breathing would change and his hips would move. I slowly pressed the tip of my middle finger between my lips and into the wetness gathering at my vaginal opening and wondered what he thought about when he masturbated.
I drew my finger up and pressed it gently against my clit. I gasped at the sensation and the covers slid to my ribcage, exposing my breasts. I wondered what would happen if Daddy came home and found me like that. I thought about him watching me and then touching me. I circled my finger around my clit slowly; Daddy's finger. I squeezed my breast to the nipple and felt it harden impossibly; Daddy's hand. I felt my vaginal walls clench and ached to be filled.
I turned then, to the noise at the door and saw him. For a moment I thought I was imagining him and then he stepped into the room and stopped.
"Daddy," I gasped and froze.
"You should continue," he said gently. I didn't move. "What were you thinking about?"
"I can't tell you," I said weakly, embarrassed.
"Continue what you were doing," he repeated and then waited for me to resume.
I squeezed my nipple gently and pressed my clit.
"What are you thinking about?" he repeated. His tone was... aroused and gently insistent.
"You," I whispered, shyly
"What about me?" he asked, as he walked very slowly toward the bed.
"I was thinking... I thought..." I stammered, "how exciting it would be to have you find me and..."
"And?" he stood next to the bed and I could then see his arousal; in his eyes as they drank me in the way he does, by the way he leaned slightly over me, and by the outline of his erection. It relaxed me and gave me courage to speak more freely.
"...and how I would like to cum while you watch."
"What then?"
"Then... I would want you to..." I trailed off, losing courage.
"Tell me" he said, quietly demanding. "Say it."
"I would want you to clean me up. I want to feel your tongue, your breath, your lips..."
He sighed deeply. My entire body was straining to have contact with him; to touch him and have him touch me, but I don't move.
His eyes flickered over me again and, as if he could feel the strain, he raised a hand and let it hover over my breast. It was close enough that I could feel the heat as if he were touching me and the incomplete connection made me ache. I shuddered and my nipples and aureoles hardened.
