The trip to the bathroom felt like an erotic dream; one of those that you just seem to be walking on the clouds, as if in slow motion. When she arrived at the bathrooms, the area around it was pretty empty. With the bull riding going on, not many people strayed away to the restrooms at this time. Linda could feel her nervous energy licking along her spine like an erotic tongue of fire. The friction of her jeans pushing against her cunt only served to reinforce her aroused state. She was here at her father’s command, after her own incestuous encounter with him in the stands. This was crazy! What in the hell was she doing? She could feel the heat of her clit throbbing and unsure her nipples had ever been any harder than they were right now. Her pussy was on fire and to make things unbearably worse, it was all because she was craving her father! Just thinking about it, as she looked around nervously, made her ache. She was so hot and moist and more than anything, wanted to feel his cock.
She remembered once, a few years back, when she had entered his bathroom without knowing he was there and seeing him in all his glory as he had stepped from the shower. He had been magnificent and she had been struck both still and silent as she stood glued to her spot at the door. She hadn’t been able to tear her eyes from him even as her face had flushed a deep red and was only interrupted from her eyes feast upon his flesh at his uproar. He had been both embarrassed and angry and immediately threw her out of the bathroom. That’s why tonight was coming as such a shock. But tonight … tonight she craved him and she could almost feel him entering her, slowly sliding in as she sighed softly, glancing around for where he might be.
“Where in the hell could he be?” she half whispered to herself, the friction of her jeans on her clit making her hotter … wetter. She wanted him so badly and now she couldn’t find him.
But then she felt a strong hand on her arm, propelling her suddenly into the woman’s bathroom. Linda gasped audibly, her head swiveling quickly to take him in. Her knees buckled beneath her as she saw for the first time the lust that emblazoned over her father’s face. He was so sexy … so handsome. Linda couldn’t help the lurch in her belly or the twinge in her cunt as he roughly pushed her into an overlarge stall in the bathroom, locking the door behind them. Linda’s breath came in short, harsh pants as he turned to his daughter and pulled her to him only to throw her against the metal partition of the wall.
Gasping loudly, Linda’s eyes flew open widely as she felt the rough, wavy portion of the wall to her back. Her father reached up to tear off her shirt but then regaining momentary sanity, just yanked it over her head to save the buttons. That would take some explaining back at the bleachers and that was the last thing on his mind. There was no remorse, no questions between them, just this heated passion that was white-hot like a raging inferno; as if it had been building for years. Quickly shedding the clothes between them, Garrett wasted no time in lifting on of his daughter’s legs to guide his cock in and with one hard thrust, buried himself into her tight young cunt.
