With his hand on the small of my back, bodies coming closer and closer. The smell of his chocolate axe fills the air more and more as he comes closer, making me melt in his hand with every breath he take. My dad knows how to hold me, caress me, and make me feel at ease. As we stood there in the moonlight eyes twinkling, lips juicy and luscious.
Well, let's start at the beginning. My father and I live together but he is only home on the weekends. I always wear a short T-Shirt and boy shorts at night. A little about my dad is he is 41 years old, 6 foot 4 inches tall, muscular body with a bronze tanned skin. Well, I am 19 years old, 5 foot 6 inches with pair of dd breast, thick hips and thin waist.
I always saw his imprint when he wore his baller shorts around the house, what a big imprint it was. This one particular night he was in the shower and I was just coming in the house. I ran to the bathroom not paying attention, when I looked up he was pulling back the curtain and stood there naked and gleaming from the water. At first sight of him, I was turned on, more than what a child should be by their parent. He snatched the shower curtain and I jumped up and ran, embarrassed I tried not to look at him for the rest of the night. By midnight I heard my bedroom door open and he was standing there still with no clothes just a towel wrapped around his bottom half. Since it was cold and there was no T.V in his room he asked if he could lay in the bed and watch a little before he went to sleep.