I can't believe how fast time flies. It seems like yesterday that I was changing her diapers, now my little girl is eighteen. It's just been Hannah and me ever since her mom died in an automobile accident when Hannah was six years old. It's been tough on both of us trying to accept the reality of the loss of my wife, and her mother. Hannah was in the car that fateful night, Though she survived, her ankle was crushed under the seat. The doctor's did a bang up job saving her foot, but to this day, walks with a limp. But today, that didn't bother Hannah. It was her birthday.
I spared no expense welcoming her as a legal adult. Though still in high school, with several months til graduation, she was by law, an adult. The house was full with all her friends, along with grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins, who came to celebrate her birthday. Hannah had the time of her life. The party lasted a couple of hours, before everyone began to depart. My sister was the only one left to help me clean up the mess in my dining room. After she left, it was just me and my birthday girl.
"Thank you daddy for a wonderful party." She said kissing me on the mouth.
"It's not over yet pumpkin. I'm taking you out to dinner Saturday at Del Vitto's."
"Dad!! That's one of the best restaurants in the area, if not the state!! That place is always packed. How did you get reservations so soon?"
"Baby, I did that a year ago." I said smiling.
"Oh daddy, I love you so much." She said as she wrapped her arms over my shoulders, placing her head on my chest.
"I love you too pumpkin." Holding her in my arms, and kissing the top of her head. "Happy birthday sweetheart." Raising her head, and giving her a peck on the lips.
Saturday evening came quickly, and Hannah and I were waiting inside Del Vitto's for our table.
"Hi. I'm John Walker. I have a reservation for two."
"Yes Mr. Walker. 7:30 reservation. If you'll follow me."
We were escorted to our table. It was near the back wall, not too far from the kitchen. The smell of food increased our hungry appetite as food servers were bustling out the doorway separating the kitchen to the dining hall. We were greeted by our waitress, and asked what we would like to drink.
"I would like a 7&7, and the young lady will have the Tropical Paradise."
"7&7, and Tropical Paradise. Okay. I'll be right back with your drinks."
The waitress scurried off as I watched her wiggle her ass as she left.
"Hmmm Nice ass on her." I said out loud.
"Dad!" Hannah snorted.
"Oh, sorry dear. Didn't mean to say that out loud."
"No! I'm not twenty one. I can't have alcohol!!"
"Look. They didn't ask for ID. so keep it cool. Besides, the way you look, no one would ever think your under twenty one."
I was right. She was dressed, looking a lot older than eighteen. Her long, dark brown, wavy hair was flowing down past her shoulders, with her banes braided, and clipped behind her head with a sparkling butterfly barrette. Her face was made up with a little bit of make up, and rose colored lipstick. Her eyelashes were darkened, bringing out her beautiful hazel eyes. She was wearing a red blouse with a light pink camisole underneath, and a black ruffled miniskirt, with black pantyhose, and black low heel shoes. She looked so much like her mom. She too liked to dress sexy whenever we went out She always told me she like to get all the other guys jealous of me for being with such a beautiful woman. I would tell her there was no need to overdo it. I knew she was beautiful from the first day I laid eyes on her. Even then, I said I was going to make her my wife.
Hannah and I had our drinks, and later had our meal. She was even brave enough to follow me onto the dance floor. She would never dance with anyone but me. She was timid about dancing with a bad leg, but with me, I was gentle when I would dance with her. We held each other close as we mainly swayed from side to side, only once in a while moving our feet. She rested her head on my shoulders, holding me close to her. I really got a good whiff of her perfume, and it was really turning me on. Not to mention feeling the warmth of her body pressed against mine. My cock was beginning to get erect in my pants. I had to shift myself so she wouldn't feel it brushing up against her
"Boy. If she wasn't my daughter." I thought to myself.
This was the first time I ever thought about Hannah in a sexual way. I began to see her look a lot like her mother, and she looked more and more like her mom with each passing day. The images I was having of fucking my eighteen year old daughter got my cock even harder. But I knew this was totally wrong. To want to undo my pants, and pull my cock out, shoving it up her twat in the middle of the dance floor for all to see was just fucking immoral.. She loved me, and trusted me. What kind of a father would I be to take advantage of my little girl like that. After our dance, we sat down for a bit, enjoying our last drink. I shook the insane images out of my head as I gulped down my drink. We danced a couple of more times, but this time I made sure my thoughts about Hannah were pure.
We finally left the restaurant after about two hours being there. When we got home, we plopped ourselves on the couch. Hannah pushed her shoes off with her feet. They made a clunking noise as they fell to the floor. I too peeled my shoes off with my feet, kicking them away from the couch.
"Thank you daddy for a great time tonight. I really love you."
"You're welcome sweetheart. I'm glad you had a great time."
"I did. But now I'm going to get out of these clothes, and into my nightie. Do you want to watch a movie when I come back out?"
"Sure. I'm going to get undressed myself. Then change for the night."
We both went into our rooms, changing into our bedtime wardrobe. I came out wearing just a pair of shorts. I never cared for wearing a shirt to bed. Besides, Hannah was use to seeing me this way, and it never bothered her. When she came out, she was wearing her usual long one piece cotton nightgown that had Winnie the Pooh on the front. Even at eighteen, Winnie the Pooh was still her favorite. I put in a movie in the DVD player, as Hannah made a bowl of popcorn. We sat together on the couch, watching the movie, and enjoying the warm snack.
It wasn't long before Hannah laid down on the couch, with her head resting on my lap. She's done this almost all her life, and I don't think no matter how old she got, that as long as she was living with me, she'd never stop doing this. She loved how I massaged her arm, or back. Many times putting her to sleep.
"So dad. You thought that waitress had a nice ass?" Hannah said out of nowhere.
"Yeah. She did." I said somewhat surprised that she brought it up.
"Do you ever look at mine?"
"Say what??" Now stunned.
"Do you ever look at my ass?" She said now looking up at me.
"Um. You're my daughter!!" I said trying not to answer her question.
"Come on dad. You can tell me. Do you?"
"You're not going to stop until I tell you aren't you!"
"Just tell me. Do you!!"
"Yes baby. I do look at your ass. And your tits, and your face, as a matter of fact, your whole body. I even sneak a peek when you spread your legs. Satisfied now!!"
"It's okay daddy. You wouldn't be normal if you didn't. I think you have a nice ass too." She giggled. And you're very handsome. So how come you never remarried?"
Because your mom was my soulmate. My world. No one could ever take her place."
