Emma thought of all the possibilities that the Halloween party held as she swam around her little lagoon. The longer she thought about it, the hornier she got. Soon it got to the point that she needed to take another shower. She swam to the beach and grabbed her towel, drying off as she walked up to the house. She wanted to be cleaned up and have supper going by the time her dad got home from work.
When she got to the house she stopped by the refrigerator for another seltzer. She rubbed it against her aching pussy, the cold against her hot clit giving her a jolt. She giggled as she headed upstairs to the shower. She turned the water to hot and went to her room and grabbed her radio. She set the radio on the sink and turned it up then stepped into the shower. She was washing her body when she heard a dull thump from downstairs. She was bummed at first that her dad was home. Then the little devil sitting on her shoulder whispered in her ear and she giggled at the idea floating across her mind.
She carefully stepped out of the shower and pulled the bathroom door open far enough that someone in the hall would have a clear view of her in the shower. After returning to the heat of the shower, she grabbed her dad's shaving cream and his razor off the shelf and lathered her pussy. She traced the necessary outline for her costume in the shaving cream and turned so that the water was pouring down her back while she faced the door. She only had to wait a few moments before she heard the footsteps coming up the stairs.
She put her leg up on the edge of the tub and proceeded to trim her pussy, timing it just as her dad popped into her peripheral vision. She pretended not to know he was standing there, watching her as she pulled aside her pussy lips to get inside. Then she switched feet and turned just slightly away from the door to do the other side of her pussy. When she finished shaving what she needed, she turned back toward the door to rinse the rest of the shaving cream off her pussy.
She used the ribs on the razor handle on her clit. She rubbed it up and down across her clit with one hand while playing her nipple with the other. Soon she got so into the sensations that she completely forgot about her dad in the hallway. She stuck a finger into her pussy while she kept on rubbing with the razor. That sent her over the edge, into orgasmic bliss. She sat down in the tub and rode the orgasm out. As she relaxed in the afterglow, she heard her dad step past the bathroom door on his way back downstairs.
"Daddy?! Is that you?" she called out, as if she didn't know he was home.
"Yes, hon. I've been home for a few minutes. I'm going to go down and start supper. Do you want anything?" he asked from just past the door, politely out of sight.
"No daddy. I don't need anything right now. Thank you. I'll be down in a bit. Let me finish up in here." Emma answered. She heard him continue down the stairs and allowed herself a little giggle as she stood up and rinsed off. Then she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Drying off as she walked back to her room, she giggled again and couldn't believe how bold and naughty she had been of late. Most of all, she was surprised at just how much fun it had been, and to think that it was going to get better, well that just made her pussy wet all over again. She tossed the
towel into the hamper and went to her dresser to pull out her favorite nightie.
It was white, which set off her tan wonderfully, and very thin to the point of almost being transparent. It actually was see-through where she was still wet. Noticing this made her horny again and her nipples pressed insistently against the fabric. It clung rather nicely to her body and was barely long enough to cover her butt. When she bent over in front of the mirror, it hung low enough to show off her tits in the front and the back raised completely over her ass. She'd rather walk around naked, but her dad didn't approve of her nudity in his presence. She put on the nightie and went downstairs to join the single most important man in her life for supper.
They sat together at the table and ate supper, discussing her dad's day, the state of the world as we know it and what's wrong with it. They discussed every detail as if it alone were powerful enough to change the world. They laughed about things, they got angry about things, they disagreed on things, they argued and discussed the night away.
As they talked, Emma sat on one foot and was casually swinging the other. Soon after she started this, she realized that the motion placed pressure on her pussy the foot she was sitting on. It didn't take long and she was sitting on the edge of another orgasm. As she got more and more aroused, she got hornier and hornier for her dad. She desperately wished he would notice her as a woman and not just his daughter.
As she listened to him stating his opinion on the local political situation, she imagined him coming to stand behind her. He would massage her shoulders while he talked. Then their discussion would change from political to how beautiful she was. He would delicately reach down around her neck and run his hands inside her nightie. He tweaked her nipples in his fingers as he leaned down and nibbled on her neck and ear lobe. She would turn her head to kiss him full on the lips and his hands would push her straps down, exposing her tits and her erect nipples to his lustful gaze. He would look her in the eyes as one hand traveled from her tits to her pussy. Her eyes would close as his fingers would slowly glide between her wet pussy lips. She'd bit her lip sensually as his fingers brushed across her erect clit and into her vagina. He would thumb her clit while she rode his fingers to orgasm.
"Emma, Emma! Are you alright, honey?" her dad interrupted her thoughts and brought her abruptly back to reality.
"What? Oh yeah, dad. I'm fine, really. I guess I just zoned a bit. I'm sorry, I wasn't ignoring you." Emma said sheepishly. At the same time she realized her nipples were prominently visible through the thin fabric that was barely covering them. She also realized that the foot she was sitting on was thoroughly covered with her pussy juice. Her pussy felt like it was on fire and she desperately needed release. She decided that a walk to the kitchen would release the tension in her loins. It wouldn't work as well as the tremendous orgasm she was on the edge of, but it would have to do for the time being.
Emma's dad had resumed his diatribe on the local political situation and didn't seem to notice when she got up from her chair and stood with her legs about shoulder width apart. Then she stretched her arms high over her head, knowing that it made her nightie rise above her pussy. She pretended to close her eyes and yawn but she kept one open just a crack. She was pleased to notice that her dad not only noticed her stretch, he was staring right at her now visibly wet pussy. She was also pleased when she abruptly ceased the yawn and busted him looking.
"What's wrong, daddy?" she asked innocently.