"Hi, dad," greeted Ashton with a smile. She was snacking on some grapes in the kitchen while flipping through a magazine as her dad came strolling down the hallway finally home from work.
Henry set down his briefcase before giving his daughter a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Hey sweetheart," he said in the process of the hug. "What are you doing?"
"Just taking a break from my homework. No dance today," replied Ashton. She knew from her father's look that he was thinking she should be at class.
"Where's your mother?" asked Henry.
"She went to watch Anthony's game," Ashton answered, her eyes back on the magazine in front of her.
That's right recalled Henry. His son had another game this evening and he was missing it. Oh well, he couldn't make them all and his wife was there in his stead, showing Anthony the support he deserved. He'd make the next one. Enough about that he thought, it's time for a work out.
"Ashton," Henry called as he neared the stairs, "Do you want to come to the gym with your father?"
"Yeah, sure. Are you leaving right now?"
"In five minutes," Henry replied. "I just need to take off this suit and grab my bag. Meet you down here?"
"Perfect," Ashton called back as she dipped downstairs to put on her workout attire.
******
Nearly two hours later, father and daughter were leaving the workout facility side by side, their gym bags slung over their shoulders. Both bodies were slick with sweat. Ashton had her hair pulled up in a bun with a thin purple head band creating a halo and keeping it all in place. Henry's hair was a little damp but otherwise short and neat. His muscles (he performed a back and arm workout) were taut and full of blood.
So was his temper. While they were working out for the past hour and a half, Henry noticed every man in the facility leering at his daughter. A couple even attempted -- to no avail -- conversations with Ashton, undoubtedly trying some pathetic pick-up line. It made him so angry. Ashton was barely 18. Still in high school! And these guys were close to twice her age, yet it made little difference to them. It was infuriating.
Henry looked sideways at his daughter. Truth be told, the moment he saw her come up the stairs dressed in her workout attire, he knew this was likely. She was wearing a pair of tight spandex shorts, grey, and a cropped white workout top that clung to her chest yet revealed her toned abdomen. While it wasn't over-the-top promiscuous, it flaunted nearly every asset she had and the shorts left little to the imagination as Ashton's ass jiggled with each step she took. There was no faulting the men in there for their looks of desire. Though, as the protecting father that he was he hated the stares and the attempts to move on her. He spoke up.
"Ash, you can't dress like that when you go to these gyms," stated Henry. "Maybe your high.." was all he managed before his daughter cut him off.
"Dad, I can handle myself," Ashton said firmly. She knew where this conversation was headed and she didn't like that her parents couldn't trust that she could take care of herself. "Besides there isn't an outfit I can wear that isn't going to attract looks. That's just the way it is for me now. This one is pretty tame to be honest."
They were a few steps from the truck and as Ashton finished her last sentence she stopped walking and looked down at herself with her arms spread out as if to say, "What's the problem?" Henry was watching and could only raise an eyebrow and shake his head a little in disagreement. Henry unlocked the car and they climbed in.
"Alright, well just don't be going by yourself," he said as he started the truck.
"Dad, this is your club. I'm only going to come here with you," Ashton responded simply. "When I'm at school, I'm always with one of my friends. It's fine."
"Are you hungry?" Henry asked, looking to move on from the subject, not exactly happy with where it resolved.
"Yup," came Ashton's short response.
"OK, well let's get back to the house and I'll make up a protein shake for us."
Her father's comment made Ashton smile to herself. He certainly was going to give her a protein shake, it was just going to come a little sooner than he thought.
"Actually, I think I'll take mine right now," she said cheekily.
Henry glanced sideways at his daughter with a mixed amount of surprise and appreciation. She was tugging at his pants when he decided to pull the truck over on the shoulder of the main drag leading up to the highway on ramp. He had a better idea.
"Get out of the car and come sit over here," Henry said quickly.
Ashton did as she was told. She was unbuckled and walking around the car in no time while Henry unzipped his fly and pulled his dick out. He was still semi-hard, a state he endured since about the time their workout began. As he pulled his dick out, he moved his seat back to give her room to get in and sit on his lap. He opened his door as Ashton came up and told her to drop her shorts. She did and passed them to him. Henry put them on the console then extended his left hand to help her in as she struggled to settle herself over him without bumping her head on the top of the roof.
"Spread your legs over me... there you go," said Henry. "OK, can you reach the pedals, Ash?"
Ashton gasped as she sat down on her father, taking a full seven inches of his cock deep into her vagina as she did so.
"Oh dad, you're so thick," she said lustily, still ignoring her father's question.
"Can you reach the pedals, Ash?" her father repeated.
Ashton took her hands off of her father's legs and placed them on the steering wheel then reached for the pedals with her right foot. She felt the brake with the tip of her foot. She scooted forward a little on her father and a few inches of his cock slipped out of her.
"I can but it's a bit of a reach," she said. "Can you scoot us forward a little?"
