A daughters coming of age.
A daddy's new beginning.
I roll over in bed, sunlight filtering thru the window curtains brightening the room.
One hand resting on my damp crotch. Eyes pop open, I suddenly realize, I'm 19 years old today. A smile highlights my face. I'm free, I'm an adult, I can do anything i want.
I suddenly sit up with the realization I'm about to make the most important decision of my life.
Swinging my legs off the bed, standing up in my night shirt I walk into the bathroom for my morning washing ritual, whispering to myself, 'look out daddy, your baby girl Sara is coming for you,' followed with a giggle, 'and have I got plans for us.''
Down the hall in another bedroom, daddy Ken is slowly waking up too.
Thinking to himself, 'I need to do something special for Sara today or this week.
She's having her 19th birthday, just graduated from high school, and has officially entered womanhood. My lil girl is all growed up.'
Ken and Sara, a father and daughter live alone on a small acreage in the Canadian prairies. Their homestead is nestled away in a valley, somewhat isolated, the closest town being 10 miles distant. The big city, as they refer to it, is a 100 miles distant.
Ken is an IT contractor working from home. His daughter Sara, a high school grad isn't sure what she wants to do.
The 45 year old mans wife walked out on him and her, leaving them about 5 years ago for a younger man.
At first Ken was heartbroken and lonely but the business of his work and raising his teenage daughter kept him occupied.
Does he miss his wife, no.
The same goes for Sara, she does miss her mom one little bit and doesn't even think about her. She and her mom had not really ever gotten on causing Sara to rebel. Her rebellion caused her to knuckle down at school and get good grades so she could leave home as quickly as possible after school. However, with her mom out of the picture, it fell on teenager Sara to be the woman of the house.
The high school curriculum, looking after her daddy, house keeping, all combined to keep her busy and the rush to leave home evaporated.
Now, five years later, 5 years of living alone with her daddy, 5 years of them doing everything together, an intimacy had grown between them.
As Sara prepares for the day, washing and dressing, her thoughts are on how best to proceed with with her plan. She really loves her daddy, their friendship, their developing intimacy, and she wants to do something extra special for him and with him. She desires to be his lover.
Oblivious to what his daughters is thinking and desiring Ken hustles through his morning routine. Hopping out of bed, washing, showering and bathroom before heading to the kitchen to make the first pot of coffee, Dressed only in his boxers and a T shirt, his normal attire first thing in the morning around the house, he finds Sara has beaten him to the kitchen and the coffee is already brewing filling the area with the sweet caffeine aroma.
On seeing her a low whistle followed by a gasp escapes his lips.
Wearing a tight green tank top and cut off shorts, Sara is a portrait of sexual beauty.
"Aw shucks, you beat me to it," He says.
She chirps, "Slowpoke, of course I did. Don't be so surprised daddy. Todays a big day for us. Do you know what it is? We have something to celebrate and I wanna look nice for you. Five years of just you and me, I've graduated high school, and most important, I Love you daddy," Walking over she gives Ken a hug, typical of the intimacy they share.
Pressing her body into his, giving him a kiss, finally saying "Coffee's almost ready, grab a chair and make yourself comfy."
Ken, still in shock with his daughters constant display of affection, sits down.
"Of course I know its a big day for you. HAPPY BIRTHDAY baby."
"How do you propose us celebrating?. By the way you are correct, when you say we have things to celebrate. Nineteen years old, no more high school grind, five years of freedom and good riddance to your mom," Laughing, "And, I love you too baby."
"Well, I was thinking, you haven't had a break from work for a long time and we need a vacation. But first, we'll go to the city, have a nice supper together in a romantic restaurant," Giggling, "And, If I can be so bold as to say it, I want to schedule and organize a weeks vacation. Any place you like. Up in The mountains or somewhere hot like on a tropical beach. I'll figure something out."
"Hmmmm" Ken begins to say something before stopping himself. It suddenly dawns on him, Sara might have an alternative motive going on here. Taking the initiative to plan their life's. She is stepping into adulthood without missing a beat.
It most definitely looks good on her, the tank top, sexy Daisy Mae shorty shorts, the way she's chatting. Something's changed, somethings different about her demeaner. The funny thing, he likes the change in her. I'm just going to let it play out. Feeling an arousal in his groin.
Finally sputtering, "Okay baby girl, whatever you want and decide, we'll do, Okay? We're a team."
Sara smiles, "I love you daddy. You wont be sorry. Can your baby girl have another hug please, or better yet, can I sit on your lap daddykins?"
Walking over with a mug of coffee and placing it on the table.
Ken scrapes his chair back from the table making room for Sara on his lap.
"Come to daddy," smiling.
Sara walks around the table and plants herself on Kens lap. "Like this," She giggles. "Lets make a toast to our new found freedom daddy now that I'm an adult."
They clang their coffee mugs together, "To us," They say in unison before kissing.
Feeling Kens excitement pressing into her butt, "I'll make breakfast while you dress daddy."
"Okay babydoll."
Sara commences making their breakfast, smiling to herself and feeling so happy while Ken goes up to his bedroom.
Throwing on a T shirt and his cut off shorts he reemerges a few minutes later as Sara is finishing up her breakfast preparation's. Walking up behind her, encircling her with his arms and giving her a daddy hug. Ken cannot get over how grown up and gorgeous his daughter is. She has developed into one beautiful woman,
Tall and slim, her ample bosom emphasized by the tank top. The most scrumptious and contoured ass cheeks highlighted in her shorty shorts.
He doesn't even try to hide his aroused condition, pushing his groin into her body.
"I'm definitely hungry. It smells so good," inhaling the bacon and eggs aroma.
Kens excitement is contagious. Sara's body tingling with arousal, in the arms of her daddy.
As the day progresses, Ken working in the garden and doing odd chores, Sara busies herself with housekeeping. Later she packs a couple suitcases for the trip to the city for their supper date. Unbeknownst to Ken she has already reserved their supper and booked them into a hotel for an overnight stay.
This will be their very first daddy daughter date. She wants it to be special, very special with a surprise thrown in.
Late in the afternoon, Ken wanders back into the house catching Sara as she's bent over putting the vacuum away. Looking up she says, "We should get ourselves ready daddy. We have a 2 hour drive to get to supper. I'm so excited," She smiles.
Focusing on the loveliness of his daughter, his eyes captivated by her ripe body as she stands, "Come give daddy another hug baby," opening his arms.
"OH, all right, then we've got to be going," She laughs.
Walking into her daddy's outstretched arms, she cuddles in close. Ken is beside himself, desire rising up in him, his hands holding onto Sara's ass cheeks, the unthinkable assaulting his thoughts.
Looking down into her big eyes, his desire to kiss her, their bodies melting together, he catches himself. "We better get moving," He reluctantly says.
Showering quickly, then dressing, Ken comes to the realization of what actually is happening. Not only has he fallen in love, but he's fallen in love with his daughter.
The funny thing is, in a relationship like this, he should feel guilty. But, he doesn't.
Over in her bathroom and bedroom, Sara is bubbling over with excitement. Her plan to seduce her daddy is working right on course. Any doubts she had about her daddy's willingness to participate, have evaporated. She is tickled pink with herself. After showering and drying her hair, she slips into the wardrobe chosen for tonight's date. If daddy was excited seeing me in a tank top and my shorty shorts, wait until he sees me now, smiling to herself. I'm a woman now. I may be daddy's baby girl but I'm all growed up too. With one last check in the full length mirror she smiles and nods her approval.
Across the hall Ken has slipped into a pair of dark dress slacks, a crisp white dress shirt and a blazer. Looking very handsome and dashing he too approves of his appearance. Muttering, 'Not too shabby for a 45 year old. I approve.'
Once finished he heads downstairs to load the 2 suitcases into their older model pick up truck., wondering what on earth do we need two suitcases for? It's just a supper date. Maybe there's something Sara hasn't told me. Whatever that could be.
A moment later he hears the front door of their cabin closing and turns to see his daughter approaching.
His mouth agape, eyes popping out of his head, he's presented with a vision of sexuality. Maybe its better described as sensuality. Whatever a person wishes to call it, Sara has transformed herself into a colourful blossoming flower, a picture of beauty personified. Dressed in a sleek curve hugging red strapless matte mini dress. Her long athletic legs on full display. The dress cuts across the top of her large breasts emphasizing the rounded globes.
Suddenly their supper date celebration, takes on a new meaning. She hardly ever dresses in a skirt or dress.
Unable to tear his eyes off his daughter, she approaches Ken, "What do you think daddy? She asks.
Dumbfounded, a loss for words Ken stands motionless. Finally able to sputter, "Its a good thing we are driving to the city and not just to town. People wouldn't believe their eyes. We'd be the talk of the town."
Sara giggles, "A girl should always look her best for her date, especially when its her daddy." Ken opens the door for her, watching as she slides into her seat.
Sitting in her seat, legs crossed Sara has the look of elegant sexuality.
Driving away from the homestead down the long gravel driveway to the local road leading them out to the highway, they are soon breezing along toward the city.
There is little conversation, Kens one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding Saras hand.
