She slipped into his study late that night, after the big family dinner. At the restaurant, she'd looked lovely in her short, pleated white dress and a pair of her mom's heels, her unfettered young breasts swelling underneath creating a gently curvy shape under the thin fabric. White gave her a glow of sweet innocence, a serene girly-prettiness that contrasted her bubbly, sporty college-girl demeanor. Her long hair was pulled back, curls escaping and framing her sweet round face, tender lips slicked with gloss; she was never much of a high-maintenance makeup girl. He'd had a difficult time focusing on conversation, but discretion required him to turn his head to other family and friends, maintaining civil conversation while his heart pounded and groin stirred with desire.
He'd been looking at their pictures, their special pictures....daddy and his babygirl, closer than anyone, but intimately so since she'd graduated high school...he didn't even anticipate her soft knock at the door. Since she'd transferred to a school out of town, they hadn't much opportunity to spend quality time together, and he'd often slip out of his bedroom at night, unlocking hidden files and stoking his desire for her girlishly beautiful, loving body and heart. He knew she'd had other boyfriends, and on her brief visits home, caught up with family and friends, they'd have to time to spend together in such an intimate way. So absorbed was he, watching their most intimate films silently unfold on his screen, absently stroking his stirring cock, that he didn't hear her slip up behind him. He only felt her warm breath on the back of his neck as her lips gently came to rest there.
"Babygirl...." He almost breathed it rather than spoke it, as he turned in his leather swivel-chair to face her. Now her hair was coming loose from its band, looking a bit wild. She wore a tiny white tank, too small even for her blossoming frame, and a pair of pink boy-shorts, hugging her softly rounded ass and showing her naturally toned legs nearly completely.
Without another word, he gathered her up in his lap, pressing his lips - smelling slightly of wine - firmly on hers as his large hands moved along her back, embracing her, feeling her warmth through her tiny top. She smiled, and stretched like a cat might, arching back, her hair falling into her face; he kept his lips on hers, brushing stray curls aside as he kissed her cheeks, neck and chest. "Daddy, that's so nice," she murmured, sliding forward in the chair slightly, her bare thighs hugging his sweatpant-clad legs. "I've missed you...so much."
