This is the final Chapter of Caught in the Shower, I would recommend reading Chapter 1 & 2 first. All comments welcome! As stated previously, all characters in this story are 18 or older. This is purely fictional, and for enjoyment only.
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Chapter 03
Joe came home and took a quick shower, his second of the day, and dressed with care. He had taken the time to go have a professional shave, and hair cut. He assessed himself in the mirror, and had to admit, he looked damned good. The tux he rented fit like a glove, and for the first time since his wife had passed, he took his wedding ring, and placed it on his right hand. The time had come to say goodbye to his mourning, and move on to the next phase of his life.
He straightened his tie, and left his room. Once downstairs, he fixed himself a drink, and settled into an arm chair to wait for his daughter. She surprised him by being ready on time, for just as he raised the glass to his lips, she appeared at the top of the stairs. Gwen had left half an hour ago, giggling like a schoolgirl, and actually blushed when she saw him. What was up with that? He had wondered.
But right now, all of his attention was on the beautiful young woman at the top of the stairs. She was wearing a white cocktail dress that fit her young form like a second skin. It plunged daringly down the front, exposing the skin between her lovely large breasts. His eyes traveled to the waist, wear it dipped in dramatically, then tightened once more to hug her generous hips.
At about mid thigh, the dress blended into a gray, then solid black with rhinestones mimicking shooting stars. Her hair was swept up in an elegant style, with a couple of wisps left free, and curled. She had dangling earrings that went well with the diamond necklace he had given her the day before.
On her arm, she had a black lacy shawl, and she was clutching a small black, square purse that perfectly matched the snappy heels ...they must have been four inch spiked heels. She looked so very sexy! His breath caught in his throat, and fumbling, he set his drink down, and rose to meet her at the bottom of the stairs.
"Sweetheart, you look..." he was at a loss for words. "Stunning!" By the beaming smile she bestowed upon him, he had hit on the right word. "Wow! Let me see the back."
She turned around, and he could swear, his cock gave the highest salute of its life! The back plunged lower than the front, and he could see the dimples on either side of her tailbone. Any further, and the plunge would have revealed the crack of her ass! "Holy shit baby! That is some dress!" Joe whispered.
"You like it, Daddy? The lady at the store swore it was the hottest dress in the store." She came closer to him, and he grabbed her hand, then placed it on the huge swelling organ in his britches.
"Ask me that again, sugar." She smiled, and remained silent. She had her answer. Joe helped her on with her shawl, and escorted her to the limo he had ordered as a surprise. She gasped with pleasure when she saw the long black vehicle in the drive. He received a big hug for his efforts. "Only the best for you tonight love." He whispered in her ear.
The night seemed almost magical, Jen and her father sat in a secluded corner, near a fireplace. They drank a little wine, and talked for hours. They seemed to talked about anything and everything, like they were discovering one another for the first time.
Jens gaze wandered around the room taking in everything from the chandeliers to the ornate handrails on the staircase to the restrooms. This was her first taste of the riches life has to offer, and he hoped somehow, that he had set a standard for the rest of her dates to live up to in the future.
Their meal came and they settled in for the feast. Teasingly, they traded forkfuls of food back and forth, much like lovers do. Joe rather liked Jen's choice of steak and lobster, over his roasted chicken and garlic potatoes. He knew it was too much food for her, as she is a relatively light eater. They ate with gusto, and all too soon, the meal was over.
Daddy asked her if she would like some dessert, and I declined, saying I would rather dance for a little while. A slow, sexy song came on, and he held his hand out to her. "May I have the honor?" he asked formally.
"You may." I replied, fitting my smaller hand into his. He helped me up, and led me to the small, darkened dance floor. Taking me into his arms seemed almost natural, and my body fit into his perfectly.
With one hand on the small of my back, and the other gripping her right hand loosely, daddy began to leading me across the floor.
"What is that perfume you're wearing, Jen? It smells fabulous!" he inhaled my scent again, burying his nose in the hollow of my shoulder.
My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment I was unable to answer. "It's called Poison, by Dior."