Rena hadn't been home to see her father in what felt like forever. She'd called to tell him her plane would be arriving and he'd quickly volunteered to pick her up despite her protests. She just wanted him to leave a key under the mat but he'd made it clear that his daughter would not be taking a taxi at three in the morning. It wasn't like they lived in a bad neighborhood, they lived in a place where people always joked that most dangerous gang in were the Girl Scouts and the worst thing you could do was be late with your cookie payments.
So much to her dismay instead of being halfway home already Rena was standing front of the airport in a pair of flip flops, blue pajama bottoms, a tank top and a black leather jacket. She'd been asleep on the plane. "Hurry up." She only ended up waiting about five minutes for her father to pull up in his brand new Mid Life Crisis car, an electric blue sports car. She wasn't much of a car person but her only complaint was it didn't look like it had much of a back seat. "That's my Dad. I can't believe I even thought that." Rena chided herself. "I mean seriously, it must just be jetlag."
Her father pulled up and she quickly tossed her bag in tiny trunk and her second bag into the almost nonexistent backseat. "Hello Daddy." She leaned across the car giving her father a hug and quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for coming to get me." Even though what she really meant was you didn't have to and really shouldn't have.
"Hey there Baby Girl." He returned the hug. "You couldn't think of anything more appropriate to wear out?" "What?" Rena looked down at herself. The pajama bottoms did a decent job of showing off her bottom but there weren't a whole lot of outfits that didn't flatter her hips and she'd specifically chosen the leather jacket to keep herself covered up from prying eyes.
"You look like you're ready for bed." Her father replied. "It's just that. . .never mind tell me about your trip." He'd never found it appropriate when people, women in particular, sat at the airport like it was their private bedroom. He didn't really understand why it bugged him so much but it was the kind of pet peeve that he couldn't just remain silent about. It took a lot of will power to keep from saying more about it.
Rena spent the next thirty minutes telling her father all about college, her classes, her part time job at the library. She very intentionally left out parts that she either hoped he didn't know or that simply weren't the kinds of things a daughter spoke about to her father. Rena knew of course to keep the details about her new boyfriend to the barest details. He existed, he loved her, he treated her right and he definitely didn't drive a sexy sports car that bore a startling resemblance to the car her father currently owned. The rumble of the engine certainly didn't get her a little excited in a purely Pavlovian sort of way.
She didn't know that he'd heard from a friend, who had in turn heard from a jealous bastard of an ex, that his baby girl was the a dancer at Arachne's Web. He wasn't exactly in a rush to breach that conversation either though he wasn't going to be able to let it pass. Not when he knew that she was partially in town to perform at the Kandy Kat and not just to see her dear old father. That wasn't the sort of thing that he knew how to talk to his daughter about. He wished Sarah, his wife, wasn't away on business at the moment. That wasn't the kind subject one broke over the phone though so she couldn't help. His son lived close enough to call up but he was even less certain how he'd go about asking his son for advice about his sister being a dancer and God only knew what else. They'd always been close, he probably knew all along and never quite figured out how to break that it of information to his father.
"Well I need to get some sleep Daddy." Rena walked into the house with just one of her bags, the other could wait until morning. She stripped off her leather jacket and tossed it on the coat rack. Her father had to admit the leather jacket had been doing an incredible job of concealing her young supple flesh, it had even been hiding just how narrow her waist actually was. "Night." It was a little to easy to see how she could be a dancer, she certainly moved with the right kind of confidence and presence.
"Night." Jake replied. He didn't mean to watch his youngest daughter's hips swivel as she walked up the stairs but she had the same hypnotic sway as a serpent, something you just couldn't turn away from and thank God she didn't seem to notice. She just disappeared upstairs to what had been her room and now doubled as a guest room.
As soon as she was out of sight Jake poured himself a glass of scotch, took one look at it and then doubled it up and walked up to his bedroom. It had to have been an accident but Rena had left the door cracked open and he could just make out the silhouette of her body stripping against in the darkness. He didn't dare stay long, instead he just scurried back to his room and sat down. He gulped down his drink quickly and tried to clear his mind but he couldn't quite manage it. He spent the rest of the night thinking about his daughter while he drifted in and out of sleep.
Rena could hardly believe it. She felt his eyes when she walked up the stairs, like little hot lights on her buttocks. Just like any other man, she knew she'd been mistaken though. Her father would never look at her that way, even if she did bear a fairly striking resemblance to her mother. She'd immediately decided to test it by leaving the door open, just enough that if he wanted to catch a glimpse of his Baby Girl he could but only if he tried and she'd seen him, he's snuck his look and then ran off. He reminded Rena of her brother in that way. He'd always 'accidently' walk into the bathroom right as she was taking a shower, found an excuse to come out to the pool when her friends were around and forgot to knock at oddly strategic times.
The confusing part was she'd always been a little attracted to her father. It wasn't difficult for her to see what her mother had seen in him, even at fifty he still looked like someone who could kick ass. Sure his former six pack was now a gut, but a gut like those big boxer types or wrestlers. His hair had been receding when she was a child and he'd been bald for as long as she could remember. That might have been why she found the look as attractive as she did.
Rena pushed the thoughts of her father away and instead focused on thought of her boyfriend and how deliciously he was going fuck her when they got together. She tried to keep herself quiet, she remembered how thin the walls were. She hoped that her father didn't hear her whimpering before she managed to fall off to sleep.
Morning came and Jake was the first one up. He always claimed that between his football training and time in the military that he couldn't sleep past seven thirty if he tried. So it wasn't a shock to Rena when she found him already sitting at the island with a mug of coffee when she came down stairs. What did surprise her was that he was sitting there in pair of boxers with an open robe. He pretended not to notice her out of the corner of his eye at first, then as subtly as he could manage wrapped his robe shut, but it was a bit too late to conceal the massive hard on he was sporting.
"Morning dear." Jake had to keep from choking on his coffee. He was caught immediately in the trap of not knowing if he should again chide his daughter for her outfit or pretend he didn't notice. It was hard not to notice that she was wearing thigh high socks that looked like beacons pointing at her pink micro shorts. The kind with the extra stitching down the crack of the ass to define the buttocks, and Rena's ass didn't need any help. She didn't really have the kind of bust to fill out a tube top properly making it more cute than sexy. It was unfortunately the kind of cute that matched well with the over all look of a woman who didn't realize how attractive she was and shouldn't have just been flouncing around like that. "There's coffee."
"Yes Daddy, it smells wonderful." She didn't quite skip across the room, she pranced like a little girl who was too excited to control herself. The petite blonde had to raise up onto the tips of her toes to reach the coffee mugs, but she didn't have to stay on them as she made her way over to the fridge and pulled out the creamer or back to the coffee pot.
Rena had to make a conscious effort not to look directly at her father. The closed robe did more to display his admittedly not too long but fat cock than it did to hide it. She couldn't believe how easy it had been to get him following her pert little rump just like any other man in the world. Once she noticed him watching it was next to impossible to keep from putting an extra bit of bounce in her step then lean over the island and sipping at her coffee. She'd known how to command before she'd become a dancer, a stripper, she had no problem with what she was. The pole was just a tool, the important things were keep on your toes, men love a toned calf and perky bottom.
