Last week I turned 43. The anniversary of my birth came and went with little fanfare. Since I live about twenty minutes away from my closest neighbor and about an hour from family and friends, I spent the day alone. A few years ago I decided to work at home doing consulting work for several cosmetic companies. It has taken me 5 years to build my business to its current income level. For the last couple of years, I earned around $250,000. The money I make is more than enough for me because I have simple tastes with no mortgage or debt to speak of.
It came as a complete surprise to me because there are lots of other grandchildren, when my maternal grandfather left me his farm house. My home is a large two story white clapboard that sets back off a rural two lane country road. I enjoy the privacy that this location provides. Since moving here I have found that it is close enough for friends and family to visit but far enough that they would not come before calling to be sure that I am at home.
In the last position that I held in the corporate world I was a senior account executive with Nash, Martin and Franklin - an international advertising firm. My job came with an expense account and long working hours. Since my expense account paid most of my living expenses while traveling and I traveled every week, I was able to save most of my salary. A large portion of my salary went into a market index fund. After spending 15 years as a road warrior I decided I was ready to quit my job so that I could work at a slower pace. Most of my current income goes to my index accounts for my retirement years.
Earlier today my father, Matthew West, called saying that he would be in town today for a meeting with a potential client. His call brought back memories of living at home with my parents. Except that I was an only child and Mom had a great job my parents reminded me of Carol and Mike Brady.
During my growing up years Mom traveled for work because she was the national director of sales for a graphic design company. She didn't spend much time at home but when she was there she tutored me in math and science and taught me to cook gourmet dishes.
Most of the time my father took me shopping for school clothes, attended my games and drove me to school activities because he owned his business and had more control over his schedule.
Both Dad and I were proud of Mom's success not to mention the large income that her job at Three Arcs generated for our family. As a result of Mom's hectic schedule, it was Dad who spent most of his free time with me from kindergarten until I graduated from high school. Just let me say I was totally happy at home and thought the sun rose and set on my father. I was a real daddy's girl.
Dad turned 38 the year I graduated from high school. Time sure passes quickly. It's been twenty-four years since I finished high school. I remember the time that Ms. Haden, my English teacher, asked me if he was married. When I said yes I could see the disappointment in her eyes, but duh at the moment I didn't realize why she wanted know. Later that night I figured it out.
My Dad was 6'2" with a rugged chiseled face, fit with a great chest, muscular legs and thighs. He went to the gym a few times a week. Also he ran daily before work. My best friend, Leah, mentioned that she thought my Dad sure was a very sexy guy. She said she thought he was all man. Leah commented more than once that she thought he was probably hung because of the way he stood and the obvious way my mother was in love with him. I could not believe that she spent so much time fantasizing about the size of my Dad's private parts and I told her to stop it.
After high school graduation, I went away to University in Virginia. My school was around 360 miles from our home in South Carolina. During the spring break of my sophomore year I decided to go home to relax to give my brain a rest from my studies. When I called Mom to tell her that I would be coming home for a week, she told me that she would be on a business trip to Seattle for training for three weeks but that I should not let that keep me from coming home since Dad would be there. I said OK and that I would arrive the following Friday.
At school I missed Dad all the time because we were always together when I lived at home. When he called the Thursday before the beginning of spring break I was happy to hear from him. He said that he had made plans for us to go dinner when I got home. Having dinner would give us a chance to hang out so we could catch up on what each of us was doing. I looked forward to spending the week at home with Dad because I enjoyed his company. We always had fun and laughed all the time. I respected him but my father was more like a friend than a parent.
I arrived home on Friday as planned. My father greeted me at the door telling me not change clothes because he was taking me out to dinner. I made a move to give him a kiss but somehow instead of the usual cheek kiss he turned unexpectedly and I ended up kissing him on the mouth. His eyes lit up as he spun me around so that he could get a good look at his college girl. He noticed right away that in my time away at university I had changed from his little girl into woman.
My hair cut and clothing choices showed that I had grown up with a classic sense of style like my mother's though I was only 19. At 5'7" with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes I was proud of my face as well as my figure. Though I was small my round firm breasts turned heads as they sat high in a 34C bra. I frequently admired myself in the mirror agreeing with people who said that I had such a pretty face. I wore a size 2 dress and pants. Dad smiled saying I look good enough to eat. I smiled leaving all my stuff in the living room and we left for the restaurant.
We laughed and talked on the ride to the restaurant. He surprised me when he pulled into the restaurant parking lot. Dad and I usually went to pizza or barbecue places to eat but this time he took me to the new elegant restaurant that had opened in town.
The restaurant called Spenser's was dimly lit. Dad had reserved a table in a private dining room for the two of us. I was so excited to be there with Dad showing me that he approved of the way I had stepped up my grooming. Candle lights on the table gave the private dining room a mysterious romantic aura with soft instrumental music playing in the background. After we were seated Dad took my hand in his hand lifting it to his mouth. He gently showered kisses on my hand while holding my gaze with his eyes.
He seemed to be flirting with me. At first I dismissed the thought until he gently squeezed my thigh close to my crotch under the table. I squealed with surprise but Dad took my reaction as delight so he became more daring. He moved his hand further up my making small circle going closer and closer to my bikini area. I didn't object at first because his touches were innocent enough. As the evening continued and the wine flowed his touches turned into caresses. He got bolder with me as I gave him progressively more overt ascent with encouraging smiles. By moving closer turning towards him spreading my legs indicating quite openly that I was offering him my consent for him to explore my bikini area. He asked me in a clear straightforward voice if I wanted him to stop. "No, don't stop, I replied.
Taking his hand in mine I placed his hand on the outside crotch panel of my panties. He ran his fingers up and down the length of my intimate area between thighs touching and caressing me through my panties. The entire time he was glazing into my eyes telling me in very sensual language how he attractive he felt I looked tonight. Then he told me about last night's dream where I held my legs in the air slowly spreading them for him. I held my pussy lips open while he knelt between my legs licking me. As I listened to the description of his dream and the things that we did to each other in the dream, my level of excitement and arousal awakened. Eventually his hand slipped under the fabric of my panties. For a second I closed my legs since I always reacted that way as a response to boys that I dated when they were trying to gain entry into my love box.
He started to draw his hand back thinking I had changed my mind not wanting to go further. But I put my hand over his hand guiding it back to my slit. Then his fingers brushed over my pussy lips. I did not move to stop him instead indicating that I longed for him to continue as I leaned forward whispering in his ear that I loved the way he was making me feel.
In fact, I moved sensuously licking my lips while looking into his glassy eyes. Dad's pure sexual desire was obvious. Before coming home for spring break I expected the usual activities with Dad. Until Dad made a pass during our dinner making it clear that he wanted me as his lover, I had never considered him as an available romantic or sexual option since he was my father. Dad on the other hand had been imagining having his penis in my pussy. He described the scene that he had visualized in his mind. He painted such a detailed picture of the room that we were in, of our appearance, what he said, what I said, our positions and how much pleasure we gave each other that I could see the two of us engaged in a passionate loving. I could see everything that he described and I wanted him to make love me.
