Isabella was looking forward to the trip. The town she grew up in was small and quaint and she really hadn't traveled much. Normally her Mom went with her dad on his business trips. But this time her mom was too busy with holiday preparations at church. So her dad asked her if she would be his "travel date." Yes, she still lived at home while she was in college, but she was 23 now. It seemed a little strange for him to call her his "date". They hadn't had Daddy-Daughter dates since she was 8. What was even stranger was how it had affected her when he asked. She felt nervous but excited. Something deep inside her clenched. But she knew it wasn't normal to feel this way about her dad.
She walked into the hotel room, her single bag in hand. Her father was in front of her, dropping his bag on the bed closest to the door. Two double beds, in her head there was a relief. Somewhere deeper inside she felt a little let down. She walked across the room placing her bag on a chair in the corner. The curtains were wide open and you could see the pool. "I need to make a few calls before we can head out to dinner. Why don't you go down to the pool for a little while?" Her father was unpacking his briefcase at the desk. He really was attractive for an older man. "Ok Daddy," I said. She rummaged in her suitcase for the bathing suit she had just bought. She didn't know what had come over her, buying a bikini so small, especially with her extremely large breasts. It was the only bathing suit she had packed. She let out a breath and decided that this was a new town, and even if it was only for the long weekend she was going to grab life by the horns and hang on. She would say yes to anything she would normally dismiss in a heartbeat. She would flirt with every man she came in contact with. And she would dress outside of her comfort zone.
She took the suit into the bathroom to change. She left the bathroom door cracked and she could see her father's reflection in the full-length mirror across from the door. He was sitting at his desk with his back toward the mirror. But if he turned around, would he see her changing? She turned her back to the door and quickly changed. Then she realized she forgot her towel in her bag. She would normally cover up, or even wear a t-shirt swimming. With a brave step, she opened the door and walked across the room. Her father was writing something and didn't even notice. She grabs the towel from her bag and then walks up to her father. "Daddy?" He mumbled yes. "I'll leave you to your work then. But if you get done early, why don't you come and join me?" She leaned down planting a kiss on her father's cheek. He breasts brushing his arms and shoulder as she moved. He looked up then, face level with his daughter's barely covered breasts and flat stomach. He couldn't help, his eyes traveled down to the small triangle of fabric covering the sensitive flesh between her legs. She noticed him looking at her. So she took a half step back and slowly turned.
"Do you like it, Daddy?"
His voice caught in his throat. He swallowed hard as he watched her turn, her round ass just inches from his face. "Yes," he stammered. "Is that new?"
"Yes, I just bought it for this trip." She slowly turned back around. He was still staring at her body. "Don't forget to come and join me." She walked to the door. He heart was pounding. She made her way down to the pool thinking that maybe the water would help calm her nerves.
He watched her walk out of the room. Her mostly bare ass jiggling with each step. Her hips gently swaying. He could feel that he was semi-hard. When the door clicked closed it was if it broke the trance he was in. He shook his head and turned back to the desk. He was slightly more hurried to make the next few calls. When the next secretary put him on hold for what seemed like forever he got up and started pacing the room. He walked over to the window and looked down at the pool. He didn't see Isabella at first. Then her head popped up from under the water and she stood up. The water only came to her waist and was streaming down her body as she slicked her hair back and out of the way. She walked over to the stairs, climbing out of the water. Everyone at the pool couldn't help but watch her because she was absolutely stunning. She bent over to pick up her towel off the chair. He was surprised when he heard the secretary coming back on the phone, "Do you want her?"
"Oh my God forgive me, yes I do," he said as he stared at his daughter.
"Excuse me, sir?"
"What? Uh...what did you ask?"
"Do you want her to call you back? She's in a meeting right now."
He shook his head again, rubbing his hand over his face. He turned away from the window, "No, thank you. I will call her back in the morning." He ended the call and sat on the edge of the bed. The door to the room opened and in stepped Isabella, with a towel wrapped around her. "Back so soon baby?"
"It was lonely without you. Are you done your calls?"
"Yes. I just finished."
"Great, I'm going to take a shower." She walked into the bathroom, again leaving the door cracked. He heard the water turn on and then the sound of the shower curtain. He walked up to the bathroom door. The shower curtain wasn't completely transparent but it was enough to see his busty daughter standing there, massaging her hair with shampoo. He took out his phone, so tempted to take a picture. He shoved it back in his pocket. The water shut off and he quickly made his way over to the desk. He didn't know what to do so he just picked up the phone and dialed the front desk. He was ordering room service from the downstairs restaurant when Isabella came out of the bathroom wrapped in her towel.
"Change of plans sweetie. I don't really feel like going out. I'm tired so I ordered room service. I hope you don't mind."
