Hardly more than a week had passed since Lena and I had shared a miraculous evening, and I was still reeling from the event. There had been moments when I thought it had all been a dream, and yet the reality of it was overwhelming. Lena had conditioned our encounter with the stipulation that it could never happen again. And I had accepted that condition. Yet I yearned for a second round with my beautiful daughter to confirm the taste, smell and feel of that beautiful pussy that haunted my memories. And recalling her parting comment, "Call me when Mom's out of town again," I longed for a repeat performance. Needless to say, I was shocked when Lena called me. Once again a single woman, it seemed that she needed some minor home repairs, leaky faucets and the like. There were no innuendos or insinuations, just Lena asking Dad for help, like she had done so many times in the past.
"Sure, Hon," I said. "I'll try to make it down toward the end of the week."
But I had a dilemma. It was a certainty that my wife would want to accompany me to our daughter's, and that would ruin everything. Then the notion struck me. As a consultant I traveled considerably. I would plan a business trip a few days in advance, then swing by Lena's town on Friday. My wife never wanted to go on business trips. The days seemed to last forever and the nights, dreaming of Lena, were almost unbearable. Finally, on Wednesday of that week I left home. I was able to accomplish nothing in two days of business travel, and I rolled into Lena's town about 8:00 PM Thursday night. I was sure she wasn't expecting me until sometime Friday and I had some qualms about showing up unexpected. But that didn't stop me. I knocked on the door, then, as usual, went in announcing my presence.
"Hey, anybody home? The plumber's here."
I found Lena and Donna sitting in the living room drinking a beer. Lena rose and gave me a quick daughterly hug, and I said hello to Donna. Why did she have to be there? I wanted time alone with Lena.
"Youn don't know where a guy could do some easy chores for a night's room and board, do you?", I said.
Quick to respond, Lena said, "You bet, there, buddy. Always willing to help out a good looking guy."
I sat next to Lena and asked Donna, "So have you fully recovered since the last time we were together?"
Being a little quicker than I gave her credit for, Donna replied, "Not completely. I suppose it will take a little longer for things to get back to normal." At that comment she leered at Lena, who burst into laughter.
"I told her it was us, Dad. And after a day or so of not talking to me, she agreed it was kind of funny," Lena confessed.
I was embarrassed beyond belief. Had she told Donna everything? Did Donna know about Lena and I? I was ready to shrink into the cushions of the couch.
Donna rescued me. "Don't sweat it. At least you were a gentleman about it. I guess you could have done much more than you did. At least it was you and not some stranger without a conscience. It's still embarrassing, though, not to mention itchy. Well, I gotta split. You guys enjoy your handi-work."
Donna quickly departed, leaving Lena and I in a very uncomfortable silence.
Being the first to speak, I said, "Shall we get started tonight or wait until tomorrow?"
"No, it's too late to mess with this shit now. Tomorrow will be fine. I talked to Mom today and she said she thought you might be here tonight. I was surprised she wasn't coming too. I have had a lot of mixed emotions about you coming alone. Dad, I don't want to get involved with something that will eventually cause us both some grief. But I have to admit you have been on my mind a lot."
Lena's expression was much more serious than I was accustomed to, and I began to think that all this was a huge mistake. As much as I wanted Lena physically, I didn't want to destroy our relationship.
"Lena, you know I would never lie to you, so I will admit that I came here tonight with visions of grandeur. I know you said there couldn't be any repeat performances, but haven't I always taught you to repay your debts?" I broke the seriousness with a big grin.
"Asshole," she said, as she jumped from the couch and headed for the kitchen. "When I found out you were coming tonight, I went to the store and picked us up a little supper and dessert. Come see what I got."
I followed her to the kitchen, surprised at the instant change of subject matter. She opened the frig and produced two sub sandwiches and a couple bottles of beer. We sat at the kitchen bar and ate a quick bite, conversing like the old days. She assured me that Donna didn't know anything more, then bad-mouthed her latest ex. We finished the sandwiches and each grabbed another beer to take to the living room. For about an hour we just talked and laughed and drank beer, and Lena's great humor almost made me forget the lust I felt for her earlier. I was about to concede that our encounter had, indeed, been a one-time event, when Lena said, "Do you want to see what I got us for dessert?'
"Sure," I said innocently.
