Most of the following words were from one of my previous stories and the extensive editing and character changes, along with the beginning set-up were from the warped imagination of The Purvv.
I sometimes wonder if I'm overly observant or if others purposely ignore some things that they see, preferring not to face some of the secret forbidden things going on around us; or, maybe it's just that when you've once been keyed in, it's much easier to recognize the truth.
I apologize for that cryptic observation and I'll try to explain. Yesterday, I went to the International House of Pancakes for breakfast and while there, I was sitting across and slightly behind a mother and father with their two daughters (I think). The younger of the two was only about 14, and she sat in the booth alongside her mother. The oldest daughter, who seemed to be about 18, sat on the inside of the opposite side, with her father sitting alongside her.
Maybe because of all those times when I was younger when my father was secretly either trying to rub against me or touch me, or those other times when it was me who was trying to get him to do something, but in looking at this pretty girl, I just knew that she and her daddy were having sex! Don't ask how I knew, I just did. I guess it was the way that I could see her looking coquettishly at him and smiling that cute yet innocent smile whenever she realized her mom wasn't paying attention, which was most of the time (How can some women be so dumb as to not see things like that going on right beneath their noses?)
Then in addition, I could also tell what was going on between that father and daughter from the way he occasionally leaned over toward the girl, again when it was safe from his wife's eyes.
None of the above has anything to do with my story, except seeing them brought back memories of all those preteen and early teen years that my dad and I were probably very close to doing something. However, one of us always seemed to be on the cool side whenever the other was on the 'curious' side. Though there were many looks and touches that passed between us, we never consummated our feelings.
That is until last year, when I went to visit him.
What had happened in our family was that my mom and dad divorced when I was 16, and he moved away. It was devastating to me, but I understood. She had turned into a real bitch and I do believe that he had stayed with her only because of me. It just became so unbearable for him that he finally gave it up.
After the divorce, he moved to Oregon, and he and I stayed in contact, mostly by computer; at first by email, and then by IM. Damned if the separation didn't seem to give us more freedom in conversation and over the ensuing months, daddy and I began to talk pretty openly. It was more as if I were a grown-up friend than a teenage daughter. I can't say when he first openly admitted that he had always wanted to have sex with me, but that seemed to be when we really began to be honest with each other. I told him of my sexual feelings for him, and how I too, fantasized, and even masturbated, with thoughts of him in my head. Our conversations became pretty heated from that point forward. Shortly thereafter, we began telling each other that maybe someday we could actually do it, and a few times, we even had phone sex. Of course, I never told my mom.
Naturally, when the opportunity came that allowed me to go to college less than 100 miles from where my dad was now living, I jumped at the chance.
Yeah, right, I know, most of you think of a father and daughter doing such things as disgusting, and for those of you who think that, don't read further. This is about the time I lost my virginity... to the most wonderful man on earth.
As I stepped off the plane the hot air rushed to surround me, I breathed in and smiled as I looked around me at my first taste of Oregon. However, it didn't last long; the trembling that had been inside me the last few days was growing worse. Hell, this was my own father, and I was actually planning to have sex with him... and him with me. I was terribly excited, knowing that his desire for me was just as strong, if not stronger than mine.
I hadn't seen him in over three years, and during that time our internet conversations had become very mature, to say the least. What would it be like to see him again, after we had become so open, after we had actually talked of having sex together? What would it be like to feel him against me, just to touch him as a man, rather than as my father? Ohh! I just couldn't think about it, the feelings were so overpowering.
I walked silently through the cool air-conditioning of the main terminal of the airport. I was wearing his favorite items of my clothing. My white shirt was open, all except one button; the gold square that holds the cups of my black satin style bra together was clearly visible. The light blue jeans, which he had always preferred off than on (he used to encourage me to wear just my panties around the house when mom wasn't around) were settled on my hips, hugging my body.
My jewelry was light. As always, I was wearing all silver, the bands that surround my wrists were feminine and delicate; the big hoop earrings give me an air of confidence and the small silver heart that was resting at my throat made me feel sexy. My hair was cascading over my shoulders, tousled and sexy looking as usual.
Daddy saw me the second I walked through the door. I smiled, seeing the look on his face, knowing that I had been on his mind every day for over three years now. As I looked over to him he made his way towards me, I came to a standstill; there was no way I could move. He stood right next to me for a fraction of a second before dropping down and scooping me into his arms as he kissed me passionately. I gasped as our lips connected. Ohh! I couldn't take it, I knew meeting him would be good, excellent in fact, but the electricity that was running like wildfire through my body was so intense.
We both should have been afraid of people at the airport, I suppose, but I think we both felt that they would simply think of us as an odd older/younger couple. Some would probably hrumph disagreeably, but no one would suspect our relationship.
I could hardly breathe as he moved away to look at me, his tanned skin in contrast to the pale milkiness of mine. He was taller than I was, but that only accentuated the age difference. Although I felt small, I also felt powerful. After all this time on the internet and phone, I knew I could turn him on beyond anything. As Daddy hugged me to him again, I felt his cock swelling in his trousers.
"Ohh!!!!!! God! Daddy you're getting hard," I whispered.
"You noticed," he replied laughingly, as he smiled down at me.
I could see his eyes glint as he let his hand move down over my back and onto my ass. I looked into his eyes and saw the mischievous look as he pulled me hard against him. -- Yeah, daddy had touched my ass many times during my life, but it was only during those last few months at home before the divorce that he did it and we both seemed suddenly aware of each other. And in more than a father-daughter way.
"Ohh!" My breath was expelled from my body as Daddy's lips captured mine once again; his tongue teasing mine as my eyes closed from the intense feeling of lust that rushed through me, as I felt his hard cock pressing against me.
If this seems all too fast to the readers, it should be pointed out that we had actually mentally met in this same way in our various conversations.
"Daddy, I don't want to be here... please..." I trailed off, my voice barely a husky whisper as he took my hand in his and walked towards the doors.
As he drove out of the airport his hand rested on my thigh, and I couldn't believe the heat that was generated through my jeans. The drive was less than an hour but his fingers were driving me mad. I had started squirming in my seat, absentmindedly trailing my long nails over my bra covered-nipples, making them peak through my bra. Although I was still an innocent virgin, I somehow felt like a real woman with him. My body was doing things that I'd never felt before.
The journey seemed to take hours, but finally he pulled into a driveway and the car slowly came to a halt.
I moaned softly at the loss of contact as my father removed his hand from my leg, and I slipped silently from the passenger seat and watched, as he fumbled slightly with the key and then unlocked the door.
