I hadn't seen my daughter in a year and a half. I'd been on a long-term assignment without any vacations--overseeing the commissioning of a chemical plant in a friendly country. My ex-wife and I had divorced many years ago, and my communication with my child had been reduced to the role of a "Sunday dad." (We weren't connected on social media--I'd sworn long ago not to follow or check her profiles anywhere.) Though, to be fair, not entirely a "Sunday dad": I'd bought an apartment nearby, close enough that I even had a fold-out bed ready for her in the room next to mine, which was still completely empty. Emily often joked, threatening to move in with me permanently as soon as she could afford to furnish her own bedroom. But now the situation had taken a different turn.
Shortly before the end of my assignment, I'd told my ex that I planned to take a couple of months off and had even rented a secluded, picturesque cottage in Crimea. I asked her to let our daughter stay with me for a couple of weeks. To my surprise, she tearfully begged me to take Emily for the rest of the summer break. When I remarked that our daughter might get bored with an old man like me, my ex replied with a hint of jealousy, "She won't stop talking about how wonderful and amazing her dad is. Let her get a full dose of you." Well, it was clear--she wanted some freedom to fool around, and our daughter might get in the way.
To be honest, we'd divorced because my frequent business trips left my wife unsupervised, and... well, I found out about her affairs. Being a possessive man, I moved out immediately, leaving her and our daughter the apartment.
I'll say without false modesty that I look decent--tall, broad-shouldered, with a solid build and no excess fat. My face isn't exactly ugly, but I'm not a charmer either. I'm not the type to flirt or chase after women. I only get into relationships if someone pursues me. That's probably why the most beautiful woman I've ever been with is still my ex. By the way, we still spend 3-4 nights a year together, but instead of the tender feelings we once had, I now see her as an available woman who'd spread her legs for any halfway attractive man if the mood struck. My body still reacts to her like it did in my youth--she's sweet, skilled, and passionate--but she doesn't touch my soul anymore.
But let's get back to today.I was supposed to meet Emily right at the airport. Straight from the ship to the ball, as they say. I'd shaved, washed up as best I could, and brushed my teeth in the restroom. My body, accustomed to business trips, was in excellent shape--long flights and journeys where you just sit or lie around actually gave me energy rather than draining it. I'd always been surprised by my ex, who'd lie in bed for 3-4 hours after arriving at a resort (back when we still vacationed together). The thought of her body, the energy coursing through my veins, and the sight of carefree, lightly dressed girls bustling around suddenly made me acutely aware of how much I craved female affection. It wasn't surprising: during my assignment, I'd had a fling with a not-so-moral local housewife, but the last few months had been a forced abstinence.
Deciding to grab a coffee while waiting for Emily (she should've been arriving by taxi any minute), I headed to the nearest café. That's when my attention was caught by a girl purposefully rolling her suitcase in my direction. Damn, I even felt a twitch in my pants: petite, incredibly slim, almost skinny, but with a noticeable bust and feminine hips. Her long legs were accentuated by the folds of her short skirt. She reminded me so much of my ex in her youth--the woman I'd kept awake until dawn, demanding her again and again without ever being refused. My cock, fully in agreement with the pleasant memories, began to swell...
Just as I was about to look up to check if her face matched her figure, the girl squealed, "Dad!" and, leaving her suitcase a few steps away, threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck. Holy hell... During our time apart, Emily had transformed from a lanky, awkward, though cute, teenager into an absolutely stunning young woman. She'd always resembled her mother facially, though with her own unique charm, but now her body had caught up to her mother's in her prime. My darling daughter, whom I adored, whom I'd spoiled relentlessly--earning arguments with my wife both before and after the divorce--whose every whim I'd indulged immediately and completely... But damn it!!! My cock refused to accept that the girl in my arms, laughing happily, was my daughter and not the familiar body I could fuck senseless!!! For the first time in my life, I blushed. As soon as Emily slid off me, I quickly adjusted my shoulder bag to hide the noticeable bulge in my pants.
I was in complete panic--how could I react like this to my own child??? There was no excuse for me, but the fact remained: a rock-hard erection and a lustful desire for that body. Thankfully, the chaos of handling luggage, check-in, and security distracted me from my depressive thoughts and helped "calm down" my member.
However, things got worse again on the plane. Emily chattered nonstop, pouring out all the news and details of her life that hadn't fit into our phone calls. I tried to look away, but she kept turning my face back toward her Her delicate fingers kept turning my face toward her, and my gaze involuntarily drifted to the neckline of her rather revealing top or the edge of her skirt, which generously exposed her slender thighs. Mentally, I was in complete turmoil--on one hand, there was the overwhelming joy of reuniting with my little girl after such a long separation; on the other, there was the crushing psychological devastation. Still, the joy outweighed everything, and I was almost happy, convincing myself through sheer willpower that I could resist these unnatural desires... But just in case, I broke the rules and sat in the front seat of the taxi.
The cottage turned out to be wonderful--surrounded by lush, exotic southern plants. Inside, it was modern, clean, and tidy. Most importantly, while civilization wasn't far away, a kilometer-long road was blocked off by a massive gate, keeping overly curious vacationers at bay. In front of the house, there was a small beach with a few lounge chairs and a huge umbrella. Unfortunately, the southern night fell quickly, and we didn't get a chance to explore the area.
Emily collapsed onto the living room couch and weakly asked for a bottle of water."Well, it's clear: you're a lightweight, just like your mother," I snorted, trying not to look at her thin yet strikingly feminine body stretched out on the couch.She stuck her tongue out at me, and after handing her the water, I decided to cool off in the sea. Hormones were raging inside me like a teenager alone with a beautiful girl for the first time, imagining all sorts of things he could do with her. I wanted to wash away those thoughts, unworthy of a father toward his daughter, while she lay exhausted on the nearest horizontal surface. I didn't have swim trunks--I'd planned to buy them here--so I just tossed my clothes onto one of the lounge chairs and dove naked into the calm, dark waters lazily lapping at the shore.
As soon as I surfaced, I heard a shriek behind me. I stood up on the sandy bottom and turned toward the shore to see Emily, frozen as if she'd just spotted my bare backside.The full moon in the cloudless, starry sky shone brightly, making everything almost perfectly visible. And whatever wasn't visible, my imagination filled in instantly...
My daughter squealed when she saw me turn around:"Dad! You traitor! You went swimming without me!"Then she quickly stripped off her outer clothes, but to my horror, she didn't stop there--she took off her bra and panties too! The details were hard to make out in the dim light, but... the mere sight of her slender, naked body with her youthful breasts and the faint circles of her nipples sent a wave of heat rushing through me, settling low in my abdomen. Before I could do anything, Emily squealed:"This is awesome! We can swim naked!"With a splash, she cannonballed into the water next to me and immediately wrapped her arms and legs around me. I froze, despite the warm water, unable to move. What was I supposed to do? Explain that being naked and hugging her own father was crossing a line? But she was so innocent and carefree in her joy that scolding her felt almost sacrilegious. Try to peel her off me by force? But she was clinging to me so tightly that any movement would look like something far more inappropriate. And the feeling of her firm, youthful breasts pressing against me, her hard nipples against my skin, the pressure of her bare pubic area against my stomach--all of it made my cock stiffen instantly, reaching full erection. I gripped her waist tightly with my hands, praying she wouldn't feel the burning tip of my cock, which was so hot it felt like the water around it might hiss and evaporate. She laughed and playfully bounced in the water, occasionally pulling back as much as she could within the grip of my hands--apparently enjoying the way her young breasts splashed against the surface. Which, damn it, did nothing to help my mental state!
"Dad," Emily suddenly squeaked, "you're going to squeeze all my insides out like a tube of toothpaste!"I loosened my grip, afraid I was hurting her. Too loose. Big mistake. Her slender body slid slightly and... brushed against something soft and velvety.
