I carried his photo wherever I went, and after forty years of absence, I was shocked with wonder to finally see my Daddy in the flesh, walking into Pogue's department store, as I waited for a city bus.
My pussy involuntarily pulsed a fantasy flashback daughters usually form in the image of their father his love pouring forth in frothy spurts.
I left the bus stop to follow him only knowing I wanted that love with him. I was sure he wouldn't recognize me right away, grown as I was into my breasts and hips.
He mounted the escalator and I skipped onto it a few steps behind as he rose toward the menswear department.
I slowly caught up to him thinking I would approach him like any other flirt hoping he would in turn pretend we were strangers as well.
I watched as he shopped for pants, then shirts, gathering an armful to try on in the fitting room. The clerks were all helping customers so I walked right in behind him.
Slipping into the neighboring stall, I listened, craving the attention I always desired from him. Slowly and quietly, I peeked under the stall.
I could see the heels of his dress-sock clad feet and a full frontal reflection of him in the facing mirror. His cock sat hammocked in tightie-whities, the sleeve of his foreskin outlined against the cotton material.
"Hey!? Who is that?!" He noticed right away, opening my stall as I stood up.
"Hi Billy," I chortled, as normal as if we'd had come in there together.
Pushing back into his stall, I simply kneeled cupping cock as I knew to please any man.
He was shocked still with the inability to speak and in the same instance seemed to recognize my need to pacify.
Cock's need is reciprocal so I told him, "close your eyes, so what happens in the dark stays there in your head."
I had already cupped sire cock, looking up at him, kneading him into an incestuous self and I knew for sure he recognized me then.
He remained silent in order that the deed remain the hearsay of subconscious denial. He closed his eyes. Then we stood in the act, as I kneeled, symbiotic in cumming ecstasy.
It lasted only a few moments before we came foggily to our senses realizing we could find some place to continue our sins in peace.
Without a word, we left the store and walked to his parked car. No words were needed and we drove along in a silence thick with tumescense.
Like the usual strangers, checking into a roadside motel, I hoped the clerk paid no attention to our resemblance. Where would she think I was sleeping?
Of course, it didn't matter what anyone thought, they could only speculate our activities and the privacy of that anonymity left me comfortable within our secret.
My pussy wept tearing needy cum in drops like rain seeping down a window pane. It's one of the many ways I cried out for Daddy in dreams.
This time, our consummation would be complete despite the broad separation of divorce and estrangement.
We entered the room right away encountering the bed so that the mere disposition of our intended works was manifested vividly and with lush before our eyes.
We stripped and kissed deeply in the shower together, savoring the sexsweet of our lips pressing moist the forbidden release of that creamy submission.
Our hands devoured every physical fruit of offering finding each other out like any man and woman.
Feverish with impatience, we moved to the bed of our desires, savoring in ecstasy as an inevitable pleasure we dared to completely discover.
After all, who would it hurt?
