Hmmm... this is interesting. I just got an email from my step-dad in Los Angeles. I've been away at college in another state and haven't seen him in years. He says he's doing fine, but that he misses me. Hey, a phone call every now and then wouldn't be asking a lot. Still, it's good to hear from him. We always got along fine, especially from when I began to become a woman and not the little girl he was around every day.
He is saying in his email that there is a father-daughter event for employees at his company next week in LA, and it would be a good chance to 'catch up', whatever that means. I still have fond memories of feeling his hands on my thigh when I would sit on his lap. I wonder if that's what he means. Even after being away for so long, I still have some fantasies about those days. I wonder if he does, too. Oh, here it is – the date. It's next Wednesday in LA. It just so happens that I have a few days off next week and making a short trip to Los Angeles might be nice. At college I am really getting a lot of attention from the boys. They say I'm very beautiful. I know they just really want to dick me, but sometimes, that's alright. I wonder if dad will have the same thoughts.
Booking my flight and hotel room wasn't too much trouble, but there is so much more to plan for. Finances are a little bit tight, so I'll just see if my step dad can pick me up at the airport. Fortunately, he included a phone number in his email. I'll just give him a call. He answers. As soon as I hear his voice, my pulse quickens a little. I remember fixating on his voice when I was younger. During an all too brief conversation, I notice that I subconsciously put my right hand on my breast. Damn, do I really want to go there? I guess I do. After all, I'm 22 years old now.
The rest of the week has passed slowly for me, thinking every night about seeing him as I lay in bed and try to fall asleep. Sometimes, I stoke in-between my thighs. It reminds me of things, and dad.
Finally, it's the day of my departure. I get a phone call. "Honey, it's dad. Are you still coming?"
"Yes, dad. I will be there soon. Pick me up like you promised?" I said
"It will be a pleasure to pick you up."
I put on the normal frumpy clothes that people like to travel in for comfort, but with one difference. I pack a special dress and top that I will change into when I land in LA. It's a loose fitting skirt that forms nicely around my ass and easily slides over my legs. A simple white buttoned shirt will do nicely. My long dark hair falls on my shoulders. We'll see how dad reacts to his all grown up girl...
The plane lands and we get off. Even in my frumpy travel clothes, there are men on the plane looking at me. That's alright, I sort of like the attention. We exit the plane and I make my way to pick up my luggage. Afterwards, I go to the restroom and change into my clothes. I go outside to the curb, and there he is standing by his car. I walk rapidly as a stiff breeze blows my skirt around . He opens my door for me and I get inside as I watch his eyes. They are fixed on my long tan legs. I pull my skirt back down as he goes around to the driver's side. Once inside, dad notices that I am having a little trouble latching the shoulder harness. He latches it for me and then runs his hand up the length of the belt. Of course, his hand can't help but brush my breast. He smiles, and once again, my heart races...
We pull away from the airport, and with the window open the wind from outside is moving my skirt up my legs. I'm wondering if dad is noticing this. He does. I glance down at his crotch to see if he is getting hard like he used to years ago when I sat on his lap.
"So, how have you been honey? Doing well in college? I'll bet you're getting lots of looks from the boys." He says.
"Yeah, sometimes."
"You know, sweetheart, the trouble with the boys is that they don't really appreciate a beautiful woman like, say, I can."
I simply smile, and touch my hair. I pretend to adjust the shoulder harness a little. Really, I'm just making sure it is separating my breasts in the most flattering – and seductive way. I know a trick or two. Dad is wearing his work clothes. A white shirt, tie, and loose fitting slacks. That's cool. It's so difficult for a man to hide an erection in those pants.
We arrive at the hotel I booked. He parks the car and gets out. It's then that I can really notice the beginnings of a nice bulge in his pants. I must be even more attractive to him that before. And now I'm old enough to make my own decisions. Got to be cool, though. He comes around and opens my door for me. I casually swing my legs out, and from the angle of his head, I know that his eyes are locked on those killer legs. I pretend not to be aware of his glances. Dad opens the trunk and retrieves my two suit cases. He is so helpful!
We go to the front desk, and I check in. Right away, the clerk assumes we are together, so I quickly voice, "Dad, don't worry about paying for this. I already did."
"Good girl." He says. "Daddy likes how you've grown up."
The clerk seems to be thinking the same thing, but he's just a boy and probably not properly appreciative of a young beautiful woman. Dad is standing very, very close to me now. We leave the desk for the elevators. Dad gets in first. I go in and stand next to him at the back. The elevator begins to rise. I look down at dad's slacks and can clearly see his penis throbbing inside. I slide a little a closer to him, then a little closer. Finally, our hips are touching. My heart is pounding. I assume his is, too. Dad takes a long deep breath.
"Honey, how do you feel?" He asks me.
"Like old times, daddy." I reply, and I turn my body towards him, making sure my breast brushes his arm, and give him a little kiss on the cheek.
Dad now turns his body toward mine. God, I can feel his stiff cock touching me. I'm breathing harder now. I've got to control that. Still, the feel of dad's erection is exciting me like nothing else. I move around to stand in front of him in the elevator so that he cannot see the naked desire on my face. I feel dad's hands on both sides of my hips, and he pulls be back toward him. My firm round ass is now feeling a very hard dick pressing into it. I think daddy would like it if I danced around a little to rub it with my ass.
"Do you like that, daddy?" I ask him.
