"God damnit" I swore to out loud, driving way faster than I should have been this late at night. "What am I going to do now?" I thought to myself.
A few hours ago I had come home from the gym earlier than usual and seen my now soon to be ex-boyfriend with some random slut I'd never seen before. I was about to walk up to them before I saw him grab her ass and start making out with her. Chris, my boyfriend, and I hadn't had a chance to have sex in the past week and today I came home early to surprise him with a nice fuck.
"Well that's all out of the question now" I said to myself, biting my lip. I was still really horny. After all, I was an 18 year old woman in her first year of college. Chris and I tried to have sex as often as we could. Now I'd be frustrated for the rest of the night.
"I guess I'll go crash at Dad's" I thought, mulling over any other possibilities I had. I loved my Dad but I didn't really want to explain everything that had happened, especially considering how long it took to convince him to let me move in together with my boyfriend.
"I guess it can't be helped." I said as I took the next exit towards my Dad's house.
I pulled up to the house to see it completely dark. I looked at the clock and saw that it was already 12AM. "Woah, I guess I spent a longer time driving around than I thought I had."
I walked up to the front door and knocked hard, knowing my father often worked in the mornings and could already be asleep.
A few minutes passed before I went to knock again. I brought my hand to the door and just as I hit it again the door swung open. My father stood in the doorway in nothing but his boxers and a tight T-shirt.
"Daddy!" I exclaimed. "I missed you!" I said as I went to hug him. As I pulled close to him I felt his hard chest and body, toned from years of being working out, press against me. My dad was always kind of a work out freak. He ran and lifted weights several times a week to keep in shape, even though he was now already 40.
"Kim?" he asked, obviously just woken up from a deep sleep, "What are you doing here?"
"Actually, Daddy, I need a place to stay for the night. I'll tell you about it in a sec' but can you let me in? I'm cold out here." I hadn't noticed but I still only had on my yoga shorts and tank top from the gym. The tight fabric clung to my tight ass and my nipples began to harden from the cold nighttime air.
"Sure, baby. Come on in. Now tell me, what's wrong?" He asked lovingly. My father had always been very understanding and, while it sometimes made him a bit too overprotective of me, he always tried to take care of me.
"Well," I began as I stepped past him into the house, momentarily feeling like there were eyes on my scantily clad ass. I shook it off, knowing there was no reason for my Dad to stare and continued my story: "I was coming back from the gym earlier tonight -that's the reason I'm in these workout clothes- and I saw Chris groping and kissing some skank right outside our apartment. I'm so fucking pissed but I didn't know what else to do!" at this point I started to ramble a bit emotionally, "There was no way I was staying there and I didn't feel like confronting him right there. I just felt betrayed, so I drove around for a few hours and came here. I'm sorry for waking yo-" I tried to finish tears streaming down my face, before my father pulled me close to him.
"Shh, baby. It's okay, Kim. That kid is an asshole. I hoped he wouldn't be like that but it's fine now. You don't need him. And don't worry about waking me, I don't even have work tomorrow." He said as he put his arms around me and held me close.
I always felt very safe being hugged by my Dad. He meant the world to me and I always knew he'd protect me if I ever needed it. "Thanks, Daddy. I love you!" I said, cheering up as I held my father tightly. For a second I thought I felt an unknown hardness but before I felt any more he pushed me away.
"I love you too, Kimmy. Now go get washed up. I'm sure you're tired from the gym. You can probably find some clothes you left here in your room. I haven't done laundry yet so I don't have any clean towels but I'll go do that now while you're in the shower." My father said, offering to help. He was treating me like a teenager again, but I didn't mind. I guess I'd always be his little princess.
"Okay, Daddy. I'll go clean up. I still feel kinda' icky from my workout."
As he walked away towards the laundry room I wandered back to my childhood room to see if there was anything I could wear. It was exactly how I'd left it, and I remembered everything that was in there. I realized now I'd taken pretty much everything that fit with me to college, but I did see my old silken robe that I'd used so often as a younger teenager.
"This will have to do for now," I said to myself as I pulled it off the hook on the back of my door and headed to the bathroom.
I closed the door, hung my robe on the towel rack and turned on the water, feeling it with my hand and making sure it was hot. "Man, I really need this," I thought to myself as I began undressing. As I slipped off my tank top and bra I caught my reflection in the mirror. I had perky D cup breasts that I was pretty proud of. I had a hot, lithe body from working out so often. My tight yoga shorts hugged my curvy frame as I admired my tight body in the full length mirror. I moaned lightly as I rubbed my firm tits; I was still very horny from lack of relief.
I snapped out of it as I realized that there wasn't actually a lock in this bathroom. I didn't want my dad to see if he came to bring me a towel or something, so I decided it'd be better to put that off for later.
I slowly pulled down my yoga shorts and panties over my wide, child-bearing hips and admired my body one last time before I went to get into the shower. I stepped in and began to wash myself up, cleaning away the dirt and grime of my workout and the rest of the day. I soaped up my breasts and kneaded them as I washed the bubbles away. I bent over to shampoo my hair, unintentionally pressing my ass and tight holes against frosted glass door.
Just as I did this the door opened and my Dad, who I assumed just came in to place the laundry on the cabinet, walked in to quite a view.
"Oh jesus, sorry Kim!" he said as I jumped form surprise and turned around, getting shampoo in my eyes in the process. I realized he had just seen a prefect view of my tight ass and pussy through the shower door.
I tried to cover up with the rest of the door, the soap in my eyes no making me not realizing that the fogged glass displayed my tits perfectly as they pressed firmly into it.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" I said, very embarrassed as I wiped my eyes and saw him stare at my chest for half a second before turning away.