The dare my brother gave me really had four components to it. Part 1 was for me to create a profile here on this Literotica chat site. Part 2 was to insure I posted at least a recognizable form of my photo on my profile. Part 3 he is expected to chat with me and I won't know who he is, but I'm expected to be truthful in my conversation. Part 4 I need to write and post a story involving something sexual I've done which he is unaware. This story will complete part 4 of my dare.
I had graduated high school at the top of my class and felt I had already made my college choice when I received a letter of acceptance from Stanford and it was the school my father wanted me to attend. Reluctantly I agreed to let him make travel plans to pay a weekend visit to the campus for my mother, him and of course myself. As fate would have it Mom didn't feel very well on the Friday morning we were preparing to leave for the airport so it was Dad and I alone to make the trip.
While my Dad is a beautiful and very personable man, he's not the most handsome of men. He carries more than his share of pounds, but does carry them well and much of his size has been converted to muscle. He's worked hard creating a construction business and hasn't forgotten how to work alongside his people when needed, and that's always impressed me and his workers. He's a good 5 or 6 inches taller than me and must weigh double my weight. He shaves his head because the hair remaining looks silly if he doesn't and it makes him look younger to shave his head while leaving himself with a shadow of a mustache and trimmed 5 o'clock shadow of a beard. He does work out, but not to the level he should for the size of his appetite.
Thankfully my size and shape is a near clone of my mother and I suspect my hair would match her color as well if we didn't both color dye them different shades. Giving birth to two children has added a little weight to her overall frame, but I'm sure I would be proud to be her size and shape at her age after delivering two children. I'm petite and so are my breasts which I've grown to appreciate as a long-term benefit. When I was younger I had breast envy of most of my friends, until I heard most of them complain about how their bras fit and their backs hurt. I enjoy my little pleasure maker's now with no regrets or envy.
Over the years I've been my addressed by my father as his Baby, his Cup Cake, his Little Angel, Sweet Cheeks, and his current favorite at the time, "Muffin". I doubt my father remembers any of my female friend's names as he always addressed them as Honey or Sweetie.
We were on the first flight out to San Francisco and did a combination of the BART tram rail and the commuter train to get us to a quaint little hotel he arranged for us in the town of Palo Alto where Stanford is located. After the assorted transfers we had our luggage in our rooms by eleven in the morning. The campus was just another short walk from the hotel so we had a quick bite for lunch and began our walking tour of the campus.
My Dad was funny because he could have cared less about the condition of the buildings I would be attending classes in, but he sure wanted to see the football, baseball, and basketball arenas where he might come and visit and see some games.
I was impressed by the campus but we only saw a portion of it before we decided we should take a break to eat. As we returned to the hotel room he asked, "Did you bring anything you can dance in?"
"I can dance in anything," I replied.
"You know what I mean," He said.
"I was going to wear my blue dress for dinner. Does that float your boat?" I teased.
"That tight one?" He asked.
"I wouldn't have even known you paid attention," I replied with a chuckle.
"Trust me, I notice what my baby wears when she goes out," He said.
"Does my blue dress work for you?" I asked.
"Does it work for you?" He asked, turning the question back to me.
"We could do this all night and get nowhere!" I joked. "So what kind of mystery date are you taking me on?" I teased.
I saw a clapboard posting a live classic rock band playing tonight," He replied.
"Great," I said sarcastically, "A night full of oldies, but goodies."
"Don't give your old man a hard time... you know you love my music," He said, as I went into the bathroom to take myself a shower. I took my shower and dried off in the bathroom before wrapping a towel modestly around me and going into the sleeping part of the hotel room.
"Is there any hot water left?" He teased as he brushed passed me and went into the steam filled shower.
"A drop or two," I teased, as he closed the door and I dried myself and changed into my blue dress before he finished. The dress was one of my favorite party dresses and it was skin tight and short enough that I felt as if I might be pulling it down all night long to keep it at a modest length.
"Everyone's going to think I'm your Sugar Daddy," He said when he saw me in the dress brushing my hair.
"But you are my Daddy and my Sugar Daddy," I teased.
"Problem is I'm your brother's Sugar Daddy also," He teased.
"That sounds like a personal issue I know nothing about," I teased. My dad returned to the bathroom with his clothes to change and when he opened the door he had a pair of rustic jeans with a Tommy Bahama boldly printed shirt on.
"Nice shirt, where did you get it?" I asked, tossing him a genuine compliment.
"Thanks for remembering... you gave it to me two Christmases ago," He teased.
"And this is your first time wearing it I'll bet?" I teased.
"As a matter of fact I tried it on once, so this is officially the second time wearing it," He joked. While Dad put on his shoes I stepped into my heels and adjusted the how the top of my dress fit against my breasts.
"You know you look just like your mother did when she was your age," He said softly.
"Except for my hair," I said.
"I don't even remember what color her hair was as it's changed from year to year," He said.
"Are you ready to kick up your heels?" I asked. He took my hand and we left our room. I had no idea where we were headed but he selected a secluded little restaurant for us to have dinner. Their specialty was seafood which made me happy and dad shocked me by ordering a bottle of chardonnay.
