Hmmmm, I have a nice story for you. It's about when Baby first trapped Daddy into playing with her. Remember that trip to the cabin when Mommy and your Little Brother (18 isn't so little is it?) went on their special trip, Baby and Daddy went to the cabin in the mountains. After we got there, Baby went to unpack while I made a pot of coffee in the kitchen.
As I was sipping my fresh cup of coffee, you came in just a t-shirt that barely covered your sweet little ass. You noticed me looking and you smiled shyly and asked where the cups were for a cup of coffee. I asked when my little Baby girl started to drink coffee and that it was a grown-up thing to do, it didn't seem like you were 19, but you were. While looking through the cabinets you laughed and said that you do a lot of grown-up things. I raised my eyebrows in surprise at your comment and when you looked over your should at me and winked, I started to grow.
You smiled and turned back and found a mug. Instead of grabbing a mug on the bottom shelf, you reached up and got one on the upper shelf and when you did, your shirt raised up over your sweet, tight, little bum and I could see that you were wearing no panties. While I stared, you looked over your shoulder again and smiled at me and said that you were sorry, but you felt more comfortable like this. I managed to choke out an "It's OK Baby" and went back to my paper, a little warmer.
You poured yourself a cup of coffee and went to the fridge. I heard you pout that there was no cream for your coffee and when I looked up, you were completely bent over looking on the bottom shelf. My eyes were glued to your lower part of your shirt again, only this time, with your legs slightly parted, I could see more then your bum. I was looking straight at your sweet little pussy, and I could not believe that even at your age, there was no hair there. Still bent over, you looked back at me and saw where I was staring, and cleared your throat. When our eyes met, your smile was a little sly and you asked where the cream was. I nervously said to check the top shelf where we always keep the cream. Laughing, you stand up and found it, then poured some into your cup.
Realizing that I'm looking at my Baby girl in a way that I should not be looking at, I return to my paper and try to conceal my raging hard-on that has now developed. Out of the corner of my eye, I see you swaying your hips as you approach me and you come around me to read over my shoulder. I feel your tender breasts press against my back and I moan softly as you whisper in my ear "what are you reading Daddy?" I can barely respond or contain myself.
You ask if I'm OK and I croaked out a yes. You say that you don't believe me cuz I'm beginning to sweat. You then kiss my cheek and tell me that you love me and that this was such a good idea come up here. Then you tell me that you didn't come all the way up here to watch me read the paper.
Slowly I realize that you are right, and I put the paper down. I tell you that I'm sorry, and ask what you would like to do. You come around my chair and surprise me by sitting on my lap. I realize within an instant that you must notice that I have a hard-on and wonder what my little Baby girl must think of me.... am I just some old pervert that has noticed that his little Baby is a beautiful wanton woman? I try to put the thought out of my head, but when you start squirming around in my lap I begin to wonder if maybe you're not up to something.
I try to continue to have a normal conversation with you about what we will do over the next few days, hiking, boating, etc. But your ass feels so good in my lap that my member is straining against my jeans. You look at me and ask if I'm ok, and again I say yes, I just have a little problem and a cramp.
You giggle and say that you can feel my cramp and ask with a sly look, if you can help me with it. My face became red with embarrassment knowing that you can feel my hardness. You continue to giggle and sip your coffee and make a sour face. Lucky for the distraction, I ask what the matter is. You respond with a pouty face saying that your coffee isn't sweet enough and you say that it needs more cream. You put your mug down, place you arms around my neck and while looking me in the eyes ask "Do you have any cream for your Baby girl Daddy?"
This causes me cock to grow to its full length and with a dry mouth, I stammer "Uh....sure Baby, it's in the fridge". You lean in and say that you were hoping for some special cream from your Daddy. I look at you and into your deep blue eyes and croak; "I don't think I can give you that".
You smile and whispering you ask what is wrong with my voice. I tell you that my mouth is dry. Smiling, you lean in and whisper that you can fix that and place your lips onto my own. Shocked, I barley respond, but as you continue to run your lips over mine, I begin to moan and kiss you back. You back away slightly and ask if that's better as you wiggle in my lap. With my eyes half closed, I say, no, that we shouldn't be doing this. You say that my voice still sounds dry and as I begin protest, you push yourself into me and thrust your wet tongue deep into my mouth.
I moan and you feel me relax in your arms succumbing to your seduction. My hands finally reach around you and I bring you close to me as my tongue slips into your mouth. Without breaking our kiss, you move yourself from sitting on my lap to straddling my lap. Your arms are behind me, pulling me into you and your breathing is deep and hard. Your hips begin to grind back and forth on my lap and you can feel my shaft against your wetness. No longer caring, I begin to kiss you harder and deeper. My hands find the cheeks of your ass and I being to rock you back and forth on the outline of my shaft.
