You are Daddy's little girl and are planning to come home from school for the long Halloween weekend. You wanted to come home to see your Daddy; he had been sad and lonely since mommy had left him. As an added bonus, some of your high school friends were planning a killer costume party that was guaranteed to be the party of the year.
Truth be told, you were feeling a little sad and lonely too. Since you'd gone away to school, you were homesick; since you were a little shy, you had not made as many friends as you had hoped, and none of them seemed to like you as much as your friends from home. You had gone out with a couple of guys, but there always seemed to be that something missing' none of them could measure up to your Daddy. No one seemed to be able to make you feel the way that Daddy makes you feel. No one was as kind or as supportive to you as Daddy and frankly, none of the guys you met made you weak in the knees as your Daddy when they held you tight like when you gave your Daddy a big hug. You felt safe and loved in Daddy's arms; that was something that no guy seemed to be able to replace. God, you were glad to be home again; you had so missed your Daddy.
Since you were only going to be home for a couple of days, you'd taken a red eye home so you could be there as long as humanly possible. You got out of the cab and tip toed in the door to find your Daddy sound asleep in his favorite chair in front of the television. You knelt down beside him and nuzzled your face against his cheek and neck. He stirred, awoken by the feel of your long hair caressing his neck and shoulder.
"Hey sweetie, how did you get here, what time is it, is everything ok?" The questions firing from his mouth in a confused manner as he awoke from his dreams, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and then smiling the smile that only your Daddy can smile; the smile of recognition and love for his little girl.
"Daddy, I'm so glad to be home. I've missed you so much that I wanted to surprise you and come home a few hours early!" as you jumped into his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, smothering his cheek with little kisses. "Since there's a party that I'm supposed to go to, and I still have to shop for a costume, I wanted to spend as much time as possible with my perfect Daddy." You squeezed him as hard as possible, he felt so good in your arms, better that you had remembered and certainly better than any of the boys at school.
"I've missed you too honey. The house has been quiet and lonely since you've gone away to school." You hold your finger to Daddy's lips and smile into his eyes, hugging him tighter, if that was possible, feeling warm and tingly inside realizing that your Daddy has missed you just as much as you've missed him.
Daddy looks at the clock and sees how late it actually is. With out a word, Daddy scoops you up in his arms as he carries you up to your old room. He lays you on your bed, kisses you on the forehead and says, "Get some sleep princess, it's so good to have you home again with me." You drift off to sleep to the happy thoughts of your Daddy; his smile, his masculine smell, the hair on his face and best of all, the feeling of being held in his strong arms. You are as happy as you can ever remember being as you nod off into a deep, blissful sleep.
Your eyes flutter open and you stretch your long lithe body from your sound sleep. You still can't get over how good it feels to be home. You look down and you're still in your belly shirt and short pleated skirt that you had worn home on your flight. You roll to your side to stretch some more when you feel the stickiness between your long, sexy toned legs. You are finally conscious enough to understand that your legs are wet and sticky from your dreams. You move a little more and feel the dampness of your panties against the smooth skin of your sex. Your mind registers the fact that you've had such an intense dream that your pussy is sopping wet, so wet in fact that it has soaked your slender thighs with your juices. You crawl out of bed to remove your skirt and see the huge wet spots on BOTH the front and back of the material. Wow, that must have been some dream; God, how you wish you could remember it. Just the sight of your panties, thighs and skirt send a message to your beautiful round breasts; you begin to feel them trapped under your little shirt, your nipples hardening. You feel that they are a little sore against the thin layer of cotton, as if they'd been hard all night. Man, you really are starting to get mad that you can't remember what your dream was about. Oh well, now that you're awake and your body is telling you how anxious it is, you might as well behave like you used to in your old room. You quickly slip off your belly tee and your soaking wet panties and lay back down in your bed. Since your sexy tight body is sending you an obvious message, you might as well enjoy it.
You lean back on your bed and let your hands roam freely all over your aching body. Each caress brings a new, more intense soreness to your nipples and an increased wetness between your legs. You've played with yourself many times in this room previously, more than you could ever hope to count, but something about this time is spellbinding. You have yet to touch any of your more sensitive parts, but already you feel a tingling in your stomach that only means one thing. Your long sensuous fingers move from massaging your curvy hips and just graze against your inner thighs, several inches below your sex and suddenly, you feel your entire body tense up as spasms quake in your pussy and a pool of liquids forms between your legs. WHAT WAS THAT DREAM ABOUT?
Enough teasing already; you take a breast in each hand and begin to rub and massage them, each touch a little firmer, a little rougher. You tug and twist and squeeze your now rock hard nipples. Your breath is quickening, your back arches off the bed as another tremor moves through out your body, now covered with the sheen of sweat. You trace your fingers down your belly and begin to pull, tug and twist your lower lips. You actually are having a difficult time getting a grip on them due to the incredible amount of moisture soaking your privates. Your fingers continue to dance and tease your sex, massaging your lips, teasing your entrance. You grab a hair brush from your nightstand and drive it into your ravenous opening, you feel your strong vaginal muscles clamp down, your eyes role back in your head as you feel your entire body rise of the bed. You can't take much more, but knowing how amazing this experience has been, you know you've got to finish it off right. Still pumping the brush handle in and out of your dancing pussy, you take your other hand and finger your until now ignored clit. Now you blast off, your entire body is shaking as your mind drifts to the thought of how good it is to be home with Daddy. At that exact instant, your body lurches into the air as your drive the brush deep into your cunt and your palm grinds against your raw clit. A flood of liquid is released and you feel your legs bathed in their intense heat. The trembling and shaking goes on for what seems like forever. As you collapse back onto your bed, panting, your breathing labored, it begins to dawn on you that maybe you do have an inkling of what your dream was about. You close your beautiful eyes and begin to doze off to recover from the most intense experience you've ever had. A smile creeps to the corners of your luscious lips; you now know what you're going to be for Halloween, and if you have your way, it's going make for the best night of your life.
By the time you wake from the slumber brought on by your morning treat, it is noon. You drag yourself downstairs, excited to spend some alone time with your Daddy. You get to the kitchen to find a note on the table from Daddy:
"Sweetheart, I had to go to the office for an emergency. I was so looking forward to spending the day with my best girl, but now I'm afraid that by the time I get home, you'll be getting ready to go to your party with your friends. I hope that I get to spend some time with you before you have to return to school. I really have missed you more than you can imagine. Love, Daddy."
You read the note again and again. You do know how much Daddy has missed you because you've missed him just as much. You read the note once more and become even more determined to put your plan into action and make this the best night of your young life. You race upstairs to take a bath and get ready for the day ahead of you. Everything must be ready and waiting for when Daddy gets home; you understand that now, more than ever, you must bring your idea to fruition, for both your sakes.
By the time you returned from shopping for your costume, it was about 6. You are very excited to put it on and show it off, but at the same time, you are nervous, not completely confident that it will have the desired effect. You race upstairs to the bathroom to begin to prepare yourself for the upcoming evening; you want everything to be just so, especially your appearance. You stand in front of the mirror as you undress, slowly caressing and teasing yourself. You are a voyeur watching as your long fingers begin their expedition of your hard sexy body, tracing down your neck, fondling and squeezing your full breasts, ticking your flat belly and then trailing around your hips and grabbing your perfect round ass. You feel your nipples begin to harden and the moistness begin to collect between your folds. You know you could stand here all day and watch yourself, but you don't have the time, so you turn on the tub and go to your room to lay out your costume.
