I guess that I should start from the beginning. My name is Elizabeth and I'm nineteen years old. I have long, waist length, brown curly hair, but I'm naturally a blonde. I stand at about 5'7", 184 pounds maybe, and I have fairly large breast at a 38D cup. I think the best feature I posses however, is my ass. It's a nice firm ass that everyone seems to enjoy smacking. My eyes are blue on most days, but tend to change colors and I have long thick eye lashes. Then there is my father who I have recently been lusting after.
He's forty years old. He has black hair that is beginning to grey, stands at about 5'10", around my weight, and he has green eyes. I only began to notice him here lately. My dream guy has always had dark hair and blue/grey/green eyes. I never realized he fit that description until about a few weeks ago.
I was out back sunning, trying to enjoy a nice and relaxing day outside. It's what I so desperately needed at this point. I open my eyes to see my father walking past the back French doors in just his boxers, towel drying his hair. He glances my way and my breath catches. I never realized just how hot my father was. I have to stop myself from staring at him. I could feel myself getting wet thinking about what was behind that one little item of clothing. When I realize what I had just been thinking about, I was shocked at myself. Was I really just thinking about my father that way? I write it off as a one time thing and let it be.
Just a few days later though. I hadn't realized anyone was in the bathroom. It was early and usually everyone was still asleep. I had to be at a friend's house early to help her set some things up for a small party she was going to be having. I gathered some clothes and headed for the shower. I open the door and I'm shocked to find my father stepping out of the shower completely naked. I watch as beads of water run down his body. I follow a few all the way down and I see his dick. I lick my lips at the sight.
"Elizabeth?" My fathers' voice snaps me out of my haze. I watch as he wraps a towel around his waist and feel a bit disappointed.
"I'm so sorry daddy. I thought you would still be asleep." I look at my feet. What was I thinking? And he even caught me staring!
"It's okay sweetie. You can have the shower now." He casually brushes past me; his fingers barely grazed my exposed thigh. I sleep in a thin tank top and short cotton shorts. I know he didn't mean to touch my leg, but it made me tingle. I bite my lip and wait for him to be down the hall.
I listen for his door to close and when it does, I turn and push the bathroom door closed as well. I rest my forehead against the door and take a deep breath. What am I thinking? I shouldn't think of my father like that! It's not right... right? Then why am I so wet?
With a sigh, I take a cold shower. I quickly get dressed and grab my things. He had to have caught me staring at him and I wasn't quite ready to face him just yet; my body wasn't either.
At Kayla's house, I find it hard to concentrate on what I was doing. My thoughts kept straying to my father, dripping wet and naked. I was getting wet again. I need a cold shower and maybe some therapy.
That night was my first wet dream about my father. I woke up panting. Why can't I get my thoughts onto someone else? I've tried to move my fantasies onto someone else, but they always came back onto my father.
I decided that perhaps the best thing to do was write my fantasies out. I love to write and maybe if I did write out my fantasies, I wouldn't be so distracted by thoughts of my father. I knew it was a long shot, but I had to at least give it a try. So I pulled out my lap top and began a new document. I wrote out the fantasy of sucking my daddy's cock until he came down my throat. It got me quite wet, but helped me get my mind to focus a bit less on his naked form.
I went to bed horny as hell that night, but I managed to not dream tonight. At least I didn't have my reoccurring wet dream. That was something new and gave me a bit of a break. It was so real feeling that I didn't get much sleep.
I was doing okay for a few days, but then I saw him in his boxers early one morning. Guess where my thoughts went? If you guessed how much I wanted to fuck him, you would be right. Before he could notice me, I step into my room. I don't want to be caught staring at him again.
I walk to my closet and find something to change into. I grab a pair of mid thigh length jean shorts and a v-neck t-shirt. I shimmy out of my old clothes and into a pair of thin silk panties and forego a bra. I slide my shorts on and pull my shirt over my head. I brush my hair and spray some perfume on. Today was going to be a long day, I can tell.
I do a bit of house work while mom is out of town and both my brother and sister are at a friends. Dad is out doing something so it's just me. I play some music and dance around the house. It keeps me pretty distracted... for the most part. As long as I'm listening to an upbeat dancy song, I'm good.
I just enjoy my time alone since it rarely happens. I fix myself a small little dinner, almost burning myself a few times because I was to busy dancing. Maybe it wasn't a good choice. I barely manage to finish making dinner without any injuries. I'm not a bad cook, I swear.
I eat and sit down to enjoy the rest of my night. I turn on the DVD player to see what the last movie playing was. I come across a movie I've never seen before so I tuck my legs under me and hit play.
It's a pretty good movie. Then a sex scene comes across the screen and I feel a shock go to my pussy. An older man is eating a young girl's pussy. She's moaning and I switch the TV off. I couldn't watch it any longer because I began to fantasize it was my daddy tongue fucking my pussy. I wonder whose movie it was. Maybe something that mom or dad rented to watch last night.
I'm incredibly horny now and my mind is going crazy. I guess it's time for me to pull out my lap top again. That seemed to work last time after all. I walk to my room and remove my shorts. The way they are rubbing on me makes me even wetter.
I sit on my bed in just my silk panties and bend down to pull my computer from beneath my bed. I open it up and wait for it to turn on. Finally, my icon pops up and I click on it. I punch in my password and open up a word document. I'm squirming as I begin to type up my story. I don't use mine or my father's names, but it's a fantasy that I have about him and I....
I'm out sunning in my skimpy bikini. I'm reading a book with a very graphic sex scene. It's getting me wet and I pinch one of my nipples and squeeze my legs together. I know I'm probably getting a wet spot, but no one would be looking any way. I squirm as my clit throbs. I bite my lip and let out a little moan. I whisper daddy as the older man fucks the younger girl.
I can't resist any longer. I slide one of my hands in my bikini bottoms and feel how wet I am. I start to finger my pussy, needing to cum. I arch my back and moan a bit louder. I completely forget about the book. I moan, "Fuck me daddy."
"Hannah?" I freeze. Am I hearing things? His voice sounds so close to me. Maybe I'm just imagining it. Yeah, I'm imagining it. I start to finger my pussy again. "Hannah baby, please stop." His hoarse voice is closer. My eyes fly open. Oh shit, I wasn't imagining it.
"Daddy!" I shriek and pull my hand out of my bottoms. Oh god, I'm going to be in so much trouble. I attempt to move back from him as he kneels over me. He stops me.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm sorry daddy. I didn't mean for you to see that." I look down at my hands.
"I'm glad I did baby." I look up and gasp.