It has been three weeks since the "incident" with my daughter. That is how I reference the experience when the memory floods my conscience. Three long weeks of self stimulation that failed in comparison and the only semi recent experience that came close to measuring up to the "incident" was a rough and fast fling months ago in London. I need some release, my cock and balls are begging for some comfort other than my own hands.
My daughter is traveling with me this weekend and working as my personal assistant. My daughter hatched this plan, in an attempt, to prove to her mother she is mature enough to study in London for a year. I certainly cannot blame her for trying and the company will be refreshing.
Once we checked in to the hotel, we settle into our adjoining rooms. Shortly after putting my things away I grab a hot shower. Only half consciously I leave the bathroom door open and then entirely with purpose I call my daughter, Sasha, to bring me a towel.
To my pleasure she comes in holding the towel and jumps up on the sink counter and waits. There she sits on the counter in the infamous red suit; the one begging to be pulled off her tight young curves.
I peer around the curtain and Sasha immediately probes, "so when do we get to go shopping?"
As, I try to slide the excess water off my body using my hands I reply half-heartedly, "uh, I don't know?"
"Hmmm", she replies, "you don't know?"
Sasha playfully jumps off the counter and teasingly raises your towel in the air.
"Hey!" I shout trying to reach for it.
She approaches closer w the towel still in the air, and just when I think it is in reach she takes off and w out hesitation I take after her. I playfully amuse her by chasing her about the suite, before tackling her on the large plump bed. After a brief rolling around, I end up on top of her.
"UGH! Dad you are making me all wet," she exclaims.
"Well, Sasha dear, I thought you were heading to the pool."
I proceed to get up and reach for the towel watching to catch her glancing at my naked body. It pleases and thrills me that she is interested and cannot fight the urge to look at my naked canvas. As I continue to dry, I wrap myself with the towel and tell Sasha, "we should be able to shop tomorrow when I finish up some meetings."
With that, I Leave to work and she heads to the pool in the adorable curve- hugging red thing most refer to as a suit, but I have labeled a gateway drug.
I return to the hotel, tired and ready for bed. I sit on the edge of the bed, realizing the dimly lit room seems vacant. Take off my shoes and socks, loosen my tie, unbutton my shirt, undo my watch and place it on the credenza along with my keys. I haphazardly hang up my tie, shirt, jacket and pants. Finally, comfort.
I return to the bed and surrender falling backward into its foreign comfort. I remain there, looking up at the ceiling clearing my mind of the day and trying to not let it jump forward to tomorrows to do list. Something is nagging at my train of thought. I fight it because I love these lucid moments of escape which knows no sense of time or immediate awareness.
It is getting louder. I focus on the distraction what the hell is it? There it is-a low buzz. I do a quick survey of the room. My senses have caught up and realigned with my immediate awareness; it is louder toward the bathroom.
I get up and head in the direction of the buzz/hum. Each step is made with greater confidence as it becomes louder as I approach the bathroom door. I take the door handle in my hand and open the door slowly.
I squint in reaction to the bright light, and see Sasha's bare back. She is sitting on the counter. I simply say, "Hey."
Clearly rattled, she jumps off the counter. In doing so, she drops some pink thing on the floor. She is standing there naked. Sasha looks down at the floor, at the pink buzzing, humming animated object. I follow her lead, looking down at the buzzing object on the floor.
Sasha, begins stammering fighting for what to say, "it was a...gag gift and, well, I'm, uh was!"
I look up to meet her eyes, "relax, just breathe, I know what a vibrator is. Don't be embarrassed."
She finally finds the courage to look me in the eye, "you're not mad?"
"Why would I be mad,Sasha? It is good for you to explore and know what you like."
With that, I pick up the vibrator return it to her, and half laughing say, "have fun!" I sarcastically add, "I'll just be out here, as I point and flex obnoxiously, "if you have any questions."
I return to the foreign comfort of my bed, and plop on my belly burying my face under a pillow and chuckling out loud. I roll over on my and reach for my lap top. I remove my boxers and get under the sheets. I hate hotel sheets, so sterile I miss having my familiar scent cloak my naked skin. I proceed to my usual surfing habits, videos, blogs, a dash of porn, some tunes, maybe some intellectual forums, a little more porn, some social networking. Ear buds in and there it is digital meth coursing through my senses.
At first the internet was a distraction, to appear otherwise occupied in hopes of allowing Sasha an easier or less awkward transition, from her sexual exploration in the bathroom, to the shared space of the suite. However, I was soon swept away into the instant flutter of information streaming to me via my ear buds. So much so, I was actually startled when I felt a hand on your leg.
Simultaneously, you sit-up and pullout your ear buds. "What's up," I ask.
"Dad, don't laugh, but I think there is something wrong with me."
"What, why?"
"Because, this doesn't work on me? I have tried, even looked up stuff online, and I think I am broken. Like I don't work for sex stuff."
"I highly doubt that baby! These things take time, give yourself a chance to learn, do not put so much pressure on yourself. I am sure once you have some more time to experiment, everything will fall in to place."
"Dad, I don't want to wait. I want to know if I am broken! My friends talk about sex and pleasure and I don't know why I don't feel anything"
"Baby I am sure once you get more comfortable you will find what feels right and good for you."
"But daddy, I want you to show me...to help me."
At this point, I know she is totally unaware of the level of manipulation or power her plea holds. I feel it in my groin, moving down toward my firm balls and slightly erect cock. But it isn't the thought of just arousing her with a piece of plastic, I have been thinking about more since I plunged my fingers into her tight wet cunt.
