Sometimes a daughter leaving home can be traumatic, but it can also have some great fringe benefits. At 21, my daughter Wendy took a job in St. Petersburg, Florida. It's about a two and a half hour drive from our home in Naples and a beautiful little community. She found herself a nice little one-bedroom apartment just across from the dock in a little suburb called Gulfport. She fit in well with the artsy crowd that lived there. A graphic designer, she had stayed at home until she finished her degree and did a short stint as an assistant designer with a company in Naples, but when her big chance came she couldn't turn it down.
After work on Friday, I rented a moving van, loaded her bedroom furniture, clothes, and personal items and picked up some furniture she had bought for her new place at a consignment shop here in town. I was very proud of her and the beautiful woman she had become. After we got everything unloaded at her new apartment and had everything pretty much in place I told her I was going to start home.
"Daddy," she said, "you look pretty beat. Tomorrow is Saturday, you don't have to go to work so why don't you just stay the night and drive back fresh in the morning? That sofa's so heavy because it pulls out into a queen sized bed, you would be comfortable and I wouldn't worry about you going to sleep on the road and besides, I'd like to get some of your ideas about decorating this place."
"That sounds like a good idea," I said. "We can talk about it over dinner."
"Oh Daddy," she said, "I'm so sorry, but I'm meeting some of the new people I'm going to be working with for drinks and dinner in about an hour, but we can talk some while I get dressed. I hate to leave you on your own, but there's a great little restaurant just around the corner. You can have a nice dinner, come in and relax and I'll be home soon. Call Mom and tell her our plan, I know she won't mind."
"Sounds good to me," I replied.
She went to the bathroom to shower and get ready. About 15 minutes later she came back into the living room wrapped in a towel with her clothes in her hand.
"I'll get dressed in here so we can talk about what kind of art work and accessories I should get for this place," she said.
She put her clothes down on the chair opposite the sofa where I sat and took off the towel and began to dry her long, dark read hair.
"My God," I thought, "What a beautiful woman she has become. Those sparkling green eyes, those magnificent breasts, that...."
I caught myself just before I thought about her neatly trimmed little pussy, "This is your daughter, stop thinking like that."
I could control my thoughts, but not my reaction. There she was standing totally naked in front of me smiling and talking about pictures and decorative bowls and vases and it was all I could do to keep my mind on what she was saying. My cock was getting hard and no matter what, I tried to stop, but it just kept on growing. Those big, full titties were a lot like her mother's, only unlike her mother, they stood up with no droop so that her light brown nipples seemed to be pointing at the ceiling.
I almost died when she turned and bent to pick up her underwear off the chair. There it was in full view, my daughter's pussy. It was beautiful with outer lips that seemed to invite you to enter into her sweet, womanly secret places. She had put her dress on top of the panties and bra, so she stayed bent over for a few seconds and I could not help it, I reached down and gave my dick a nice squeeze. Just as I was doing that she straightened up and turned around-I had been caught and there was nothing I could do about it. She just smiled at me and lifted a leg to slip into her panties. After she got her titties positioned in the bra, she turned her back to me.
"Hook me up please, Daddy." She said.
With trembling hands and my mind reeling, I hooked the bra. As my fingers touched the smooth tanned skin on her back, my cock began to leak pre-cum. I felt awful about getting so turned on by my little girl even if she was now a woman.
She finished dressing and went back off to the bathroom to use the hair dryer and apply her makeup. I tried to think about something else, but all I could see in my head was that sweet, tight little pussy and that round little ass. I found myself having mental pictures of moving up behind her while she was bent over and sticking my hard cock inside those young cunt lips and making her moan and cry out while I pumped her full of her daddy's hot cream. Then she was back in the room dressed and lovely.
"Be back in a couple of hours," she said. "Think you can stay up till I get home?"
"Sure, baby," I said, "I'll be up," and in more ways that one I thought.
I stood up to get my kiss on the cheek and instead got a full kiss on the lips that held a little longer than seemed appropriate between a father and daughter and then she was out the door.
I walked down to the seafood restaurant and as Wendy had predicted, it was great. All through the meal I kept thinking about the way she looked standing there naked smiling at me and that kiss. I could not get my erection to subside, so when I got back to the apartment I decided right or wrong, I was going to jerk off to thoughts of my red haired daughter. I stood in the bathroom in front of the mirror and thought of Wendy as I watched myself stork my hard, wet cock. I imagined her standing there watching me while she pinched her nipples and lightly ran her fingers across her clit. I had one of those orgasms that sneak up on you. The first blast out of my cock was so strong it splattered all over the mirror over the sink. I just kept cumming and cumming, until I was dizzy and weak in my knees.
"Jesus!" I said aloud, "I haven't cum like that since I was a kid."
Cleaned up myself and my mess, threw the shorts and shirt I had worn down into the dryer with a dryer sheet since I had not brought down a change of clothes and jumped into the shower. I put my clothes back on and just threw my underwear into the dirty clothes hamper. I got a beer out of the frig and went to the living room to watch TV. I was pretty useless since I couldn't concentrate on anything other than Wendy. I felt guilty, but I could not help myself.
At 11:30 I heard the front door open and saw Wendy stumble through.
"Oh Daddy," she said as she came into the living room, "those people are some hard drinkers. I drink I've had too much to think. Did I say that right?" she giggled, "I mean, I think I had too much to drink."
"That appears to be the case," I said as I stood.
"I need to go to bed. We will need to go get my car tomorrow on your way out; I took a taxi home, just like you always taught me. You are such a good daddy, you taught me almost everything I needed to know," she said as she leaned forward and gave me another kiss on the lips.
"I'll help you get to your room so you don't break your neck or something," I said.
I put an arm around her waist and she threw one of her around my shoulders and we walked the few steps into her bedroom. As she swayed slightly her right breast kept rubbing against my side. It was warm and soft and could not help the growing erection in my shorts. I sat her down on the bed and started to leave the room.
"Don't go yet Daddy," she said sounding amazingly child like. "Help me get undressed and tuck me in, please."
I helped her off with her shoes, her legs are so tanned she hardly ever wears hose. Then she stood and I slipped the dress over her head. She was facing me and leaned forward and gave me another lingering kiss.
"You are almost a perfect Daddy," she said as she turned around. "Unhook me please."
I unhooked her bra once again with trembling hands and watched it fall to the floor.
"Now my panties, please," she said with her back still to me.
