He stopped short and stood behind a tall, potted palm at the entrance to the resort's open-air bar. He felt foolish, but the second he spotted her he got a strong feeling he was about to walk into something he had no reference for. She was standing at the bar between empty stools, her long, honey-blonde hair flowing loose around her shoulders. The white minidress she was wearing was T-shirt thin, hugging her extravagant curves like she'd spilled paint on her body. The neckline plunged nearly to the edges of her areolas, leaving more of her full, C cup cleavage exposed than he'd ever seen her show before.
Ashley looked more like she was ready to go out clubbing with friends than meeting her father for a long-awaited dinner together. Just the two of them. She looked so fresh and beautiful he had to wonder if she'd been dressed that way for traveling. She must have found a place to change and freshen up either at the airport or right there in a ladies' room at the resort. Her luggage had already been delivered to their cabin, but she'd sent him a text saying she wanted him to meet her there first, claiming she was starving for dinner. The restaurant was enclosed, but adjacent to the bar.
Max took a deep breath. He hadn't seen his nineteen-year-old daughter in over a year. It wasn't that she'd changed so much in that time, but he'd never seen her look so awe-inspiring. But it wasn't just the way she looked that set his radar in motion. She was clearly nervous. She looked as if she didn't know how to fit inside her own skin as she wrung her hands and couldn't seem to stand still for more than a few seconds at a time. It had to be she was just excited like he was to be able to see each other again after a long time.
But they'd always been close, even after the divorce and he moved away, and distance had done nothing to change that. Max had to travel often for his job, and no matter where he was, he never failed to make time to talk and text his only daughter. Ashley had always been her daddy's girl, and he knew her well enough to see she was wrestling hard with something in her mind.
At the same time, Max couldn't help looking at his daughter at that moment as anything other than what she obviously was: an undeniably luscious young woman, intensely desirable in every way a man could imagine. But this was something this father already knew about his daughter. Through all the time they'd been apart from each other, Ashley regularly sent him phone selfies, many of which were on the borderline of being inappropriate.
If she'd been trying on new outfits or even bikinis, she always sent a picture to her father and asked what he thought. Max never wanted to lie to her, so he told her what he honestly thought. Most often he told her she looked amazing, and usually added that he also thought her outfits were too revealing and that he was going to lose sleep worrying about her looking too sexy around a campus full of lust-crazed college boys.
Ashley usually just replied with an "lol", and she always told him he should never worry, that she was always daddy's girl and always would be. His response to messages like that were usually a little heart emoji and nothing more. As much as he wanted to be honest with his daughter, he couldn't be completely honest.
For one thing, he could never admit to her or anyone that a few months ago he'd taken to stroking his cock while looking at the album of her pictures on his phone. At first, it seemed like such an insane thing to do that he would only stroke his aroused shaft for a while and then try to occupy his mind with something else before he made himself cum to images of his own daughter.
But that only lasted a couple of weeks. Eventually, he was stroking his cock to selfies of his daughter nearly every day. His favorite was one of several she sent him from the beach a couple of months ago where she was wearing a turquoise bikini that was the skimpiest thing he'd ever seen her in. It was the first time he fully realized how big her tits were, and since she had been in the water before taking that set of pictures the fabric was pasted to her skin. The bottom was small and tight enough that Max could tell his daughter was keeping her pussy shaved.
At first, he couldn't believe his little girl was out in public in anything so skimpy. There had to be dozens or even hundreds of people who saw her. He wanted to text her back and forbid her from wearing that bikini in public ever again, but it wasn't long before he was rubbing his cock and feeling both proud and excited.
After that set of bikini selfies, he found himself reaching into his boxer briefs and fondling his cock while they were talking. They video-chatted as often as they could, and Max was extremely careful to keep the motion of his hand hidden from view. Consequently, he never let himself cum while they were still talking, but moments after they disconnected he let himself explode with pleasurable relief.
The dress she was wearing tonight was tighter and skimpier than anything he'd seen her in besides the beach photos. As he watched her waiting nervously, he started to wonder why she hadn't sent a changing room picture of that dress before, but then he realized she must have wanted to surprise him. If that was what she had in mind then it was working like a charm.
Max quit trying to figure out why she looked so nervous. He thought he already knew, but he was trying to keep from thinking about it. Besides, he was struggling with his own battle to keep his cock from getting hard right there as he gazed at her luscious young body from his unseen vantage point. Then there was his own nervous excitement at finally being able to see his precious baby again after so long. He was probably just as nervous as she was, but only a little better at hiding it.
His ex had done everything she could think of to keep them apart, including pressuring the girl into going to a college that was even further away from where he moved after the break-up. He didn't speak to his ex at all anymore, but he and Ashley were closer than ever. And now, after all of that, they would have a whole month of traveling together in Europe. Max would have to spend a few of those days working, since it had started as a business trip, but then he'd invited Ashley to come and spend the rest of the time on the southern coast.
Max finally realized he couldn't stand there all night spying on his own daughter and decided it was time to join her. She spotted him by the time he was two steps into the lounge. A huge smile lit up her beautiful face that must have been contagious since he could feel the same kind of smile breaking out on his too.
As amazing as the girl looked from a distance, she was downright paralyzing up close.
"How could you be even more beautiful than the last time I saw you?" Max said before he could think twice about it.
"Oh my god, Daddy, you're crazy," Ashley giggled.
She blushed and looked down for a moment while Max's gaze dropped to the full, smooth tits nearly bursting out of her tiny, white dress. He wanted to feel them more than take his next breath, but he decided not to hug her because he didn't trust his reaction. Yet Ashley looked up and instantly threw her arms around her father and pressed her curvaceous body tightly against him.
Max wrapped his arms around her and hugged her back just as tightly. With her lush boobs mashing firmly against his body, his cock was swarming with heat, threatening to swell up hard against her. But at the moment he didn't care. He was barely even aware of it. It was like he was hugging her for the first time, and he practically forgot she was his daughter.
"I've missed you more than you can imagine," he told her, burying his face against her neck and inhaling the scent of her perfume.
"Oh yes I can," she replied, tightening her hold. "I've missed you even more. I thought my first year of college would never end."
Max's cock started getting hard. He knew she could probably feel it but he didn't care. He lifted his head to look at her, bringing his hands to her face and holding still as he began to lean in to kiss her supple mouth. Her eyes were wide open and glistening with moisture as she waited. His cock was well on the way to being fully erect, but as he looked into the expression in her eyes - complete love and trust - as she waited for him to kiss her the way a man kisses any other girl except his own daughter, he stopped himself. He backed away and nervously cleared his throat.
Ashley looked even more nervous than before, and a little disappointed, except that now there was a gleam of excitement in her eyes. Max was almost as nervous, and feeling foolish for letting his daughter feel his cock swell against the press of her luscious body.
