Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and is not based on any real life events. It should be treated as fiction.
Daddy's Sweet Caress
I was bathing in lavender and vanilla bubble bath, just like any other night. It was cold outside and I could hear the rain pelting on the bathroom window. I loved the storm, the thunder; something about the strength of Mother Nature comforted me.
I tucked a damp curl of my golden hair back into the pile that was wrapped atop my head; the heat of the water causing my skin and hair to glisten.
There was a knock at my bathroom door and reached for a wash cloth to cover myself. I knew it wasn't my mother because she was working late as was typical these days. It seemed that my mom was around less and less as the years had gone by. At first it was difficult for dad and I to adjust, but we both learned to compensate for the missing member of our family and now we got along just fine.
Considering I was eighteen, most of my friends thought I'd move out by now, but I couldn't give up on my dad like that. He needed me and I wouldn't abandon him like mom did.
"Come in," I called.
"Hey honey, I just wanted to check on you. Do you need anything before bed baby girl?"
I smiled at my dad. Who could not love a daddy that took such good care of me?
He had always been my rock. Always there to comfort me when I was hurt, protect me when I was scared, and make me laugh when I was sad. My dad is my hero and I could never see another man taking his place in my life or heart.
"Hey dad. I'm good, thanks for checking." I smiled at him, admiring how handsome he was. He was tall and in very good shape. There were several of my girlfriends that had admitted to
having a crush on my dad.
"Gawh, Alison, your dad Nick is soooo fine!"
I didn't mind though, he was definitely something to be proud of.
"Well, I'm turning in for the night sweetheart. Sweet dreams little girl," dad said as he went to close the bathroom door behind him.
As the door was about to close, a loud clap of thunder echoed through the room and the lights went out leaving the room in total darkness.
"Daddy!" I called in a panicked voice.
"It's ok baby girl. I'll get some light and be right back. Just sit still ok?"
"Ok daddy. Hurry please!"
I wrapped my arms around my bare knees and waited anxiously for my dad to return. I wasn't necessarily afraid of the dark, but being naked and alone left me feeling so vulnerable.
It wasn't but a few minutes later that my dad came into the bathroom with a lit candle in his hand.
"Oh daddy! I'm so glad you're back!"
"It's ok sweetheart. Here's some light, you finish up in here and I'll be right outside."
"No!" I wasn't sure where this irrational fear was coming from. I knew nothing would happen to me, but I just didn't want to be alone.
"Please stay with me daddy. Don't leave me in here alone!"
"It's ok sweetheart. I'll stay in here with you, just hurry ok?"
My dad sat down on the closed toilet next to the tub, trying to avoid looking at me.
The light from the candle flickered around the room, casting my shadow against the bathroom wall. It was only then that I heard a small groan and noticed my dad's eyes fixed towards my breasts.
In a moment of confusion my washcloth dropped from my chest and fell into the warm water of my bath.
There was an audible gulp from my dad's direction.
Without another sound, my dad slowly reached into the tub to retrieve the dropped cloth, bringing it up to my pert chest.
The tension was so thick it was as if a cloud had settled into the room. And as I had done a moment ago, the washcloth again slipped, only this time it was from my dad's fingers.
My dad's hand lingered over my bare breasts... before it slowly trailed its way down my flat stomach, towards a place my body had never been touched before.
