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Baggage claim at Southwest International was packed with spring breakers but I could see Dad's big smile above the crowd. As I wove through the crowd, I had forgotten how similar we are in build. Tall. 'Nose to nose' I'd always say to him.
I hadn't seen him but more in passing a few times in the last fifteen years. I went from a Buckeye to a California girl when I married, and Dad moved to Naples a few years ago. To enjoy life year round, as he told me.
Recently divorced, I wanted to take some time away, and frankly, wanted to spend time with Dad. I'm not a young chickie at thirty-five, and seeing Dad's silver hair reminded me he is getting no younger either.
"JJ! I'm so glad you're here," he said along with a big hug. "Lets get out of this mess."
It's not a long drive from Ft Myers to Naples, but since it was my first visit to Florida, I enjoyed it. We stopped for lunch.
"I never eat at chain restaurants." He was a big supporter of locally owned. He explained how the money stayed in the local economy, and we may be supporting a neighbor down the street. They called him by his name, Jack, and it was apparent he was well liked. I'll admit I had a whole lot of the warm fuzzies being with Dad. Family is everything. Mom died when I was seventeen. I have no siblings. I'm child-free. He is all I have.
We pulled in the drive and I was already impressed with what Dad did with the house in just a few years. He had found a foreclosure for a deal, gutted it and redesigned the interior. I had only seen pictures and was anxious to check it out. I thought we Californians had outdoor living nailed, but I realized this was outdoor living right here.
His lot was edged with fire orange bougainvillea, that created stunning color and privacy. Can't see through that hedge, I thought, and those thorns will deter any snoopers. The back wall of his living room was glass that slid into the wall, opening the whole room to the pool and lounge area. The master had a private lounging area by the pool as did the guest room on the opposite side of the house.
"I'll give you the detailed tour later, hon," he said, bringing my luggage into the guest room. "You freshen up, take a nap, do whatever after that long flight."
I flew non-stop and felt gritty so a shower was in order. Being a beach girl in California, I had a lot of bathing suits and of course I brought them all. I picked out a one piece, high cut split front suit and intended to do some serious lounging. Catching myself in the full length mirror, I thought for 35 you look pretty damn good girl.
My breasts were, as my ex said, more than a handful. Small enough to sit high on my chest, but big enough for some sexy cleavage. My height meant I had long lean legs. Beach volleyball kept me toned. I smiled approval at myself, pinned up my long brunette hair and went in search of my Dad.
"Dad you're looking good, all tanned and fit!" He had changed into beach shorts and was bare chested. Dark tanned skin highlighted the glints of gray on his chest. Finding myself checking him out more than I should, I headed out to the pool.
"So are you baby, so are you." I knew his eyes were on me as I moved the lounger and got ready to settle in for some serious down time. Although my suit was one piece, it was cut high over my hips, which created a narrow front piece that ran between my legs before flaring out to cover a socially acceptable look at my ass. I had planned on a different suit every day, just for the fun of it. But now, maybe a little teasing would be fun.
"You know I love beach volleyball, and it's true, we Californians love our fruits and nuts," I laughed. "Seriously though, I eat well and I suspect you do too," I murmured appreciatively, taking in his well toned body. I'm sure he got out to golf more than he did in Ohio, but it appears he did more than that to stay in shape.
"You take care of yourself and it shows," he said, his eyes taking me in head to toe, giving me the same once over. "How long can you stay with me, by the way."
Like a cat, I stretched out in the sun, almost purring. "I'm on leave, so it's open really. I needed a break after the divorce, so I guess it's until you kick me out." He laughed, both of us knowing that wasn't going to happen.
Clear blue skies, sea gulls squawking above, the palms and banana leaves rustled in the wind lulled me into a dreamy nap. The scent of coconut broke through an erotic dream. Watching Dad rubbing the lotion into his skin was oddly the most erotic thing I've ever seen. My pussy gushingly agreed. Thankfully the suit was black and Dad couldn't seen the wet spot between my legs, but my hard nipples poking out would be hard to miss. Bullets or headlights my ex called them.
"Mmmm, I should do that too before I get burned."
"Yeah, Florida sun can be a bitch." He handed me the bottle. "Or would you like me to do it?"
It was time to flip, so I rolled onto my stomach. "Please!"
He rubbed the lotion between his hands and started stroking my back. My suit was cut into a deep V in the back, and the scant bit covering my ass actually left most of my ass uncovered.
Long slow strokes from shoulders to the top of my ass. It was all so sensual, the sounds, the tropical scents, the warm sun on my skin. Experienced hands on me made me squirm. His fingers stroked up my side, fingers slowed on the out curve of my breast. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. Back down and his fingers wrapped my breast more, lingering again.
"Beautiful, JJ," he murmured.
Little did he know I was anything but relaxed. I shouldn't feel this way about my Dad. His hands on my body, his nearness shouldn't turn me on like this. But right now. Right this minute. He was a man more than my Dad. A man that wasn't rubbing sun lotion into his daughter's skin, but stroking in the most seductive way. And I know he had the same feelings. At that moment I knew our relationship changed.
"Let me get your legs," he whispered, his voice quavering a bit with sexual tension.
Stroking from the knee down, to start. Then I felt his slick hands open and sliding up the back of my thighs.
"Spread your legs a bit, baby." My mind flashed to him between my thighs, soft cradle of inner thigh and hot wet pussy. My legs wrapped around him.
His thumbs caressed my inner thigh, and came close, oh so close to my pussy. My suit was soaked and wet and he had to smell my sex. His thumbs tantalizingly close. More lotion and his hands were on my ass. Seductive massage, strokes, and squeezes nearly sent me over the edge. I moaned.
"Oh baby," he breathed.
His hands on thighs up over my ass, thumbs barely brushing the needy wetness between my legs. I wanted to rip my bathing suit off. I wanted his hands all over me. His hands on my breasts, squeezing, plucking my hard nipples. Sliding down over my flat stomach and finally his hands on my cunt. Rubbing my swollen sensitive lips, wet from my juices. Moaning from his hands on my inner thighs, sliding his hands under me and squeezing my ass. Lifting me high. I wanted him to know me as intimately as he could. I wanted his face there. I wanted his cock there. No. Fuck it. I needed him there.
And I wanted my hands all over his hard body. I wanted to know where my touch makes him moan. I want to feel his hardness and his softness. I wanted my hands to map his body so when he is inside me, I know what he needs. What he wants. I am in no rush I decide. This will be he best for us both. There is no rush. Once we start being intimate, it will never end. I know this.
"I think I have you all covered." His voice brought me back. His hands were gone and he was back laid out on his lounger. I watched him through slit eyes, the bulge in his swim shorts hard to miss. He didn't try to hide it. We weren't playing games, but a slow seduction. Tantalizing and teasing each other.
I must have dozed off. "JJ hon, you need to get out of the sun. I made us a light lunch."
I went to the table, not bothering with a cover up. The V of my suit well below my breasts. The inside of the V just covering my nipples. I knew when I moved my breasts would be very visible. The soft under-curve, the hard nipple, large aureole. Seducing my own father. He no longer was just my Dad. He was a virile man. Hard and lean but with the silver of experience.
I leaned across the table and touched his hand. "Dad, I'm so glad I came here. I just realized how much I missed you not being a constant part of my life."
