"the Long Wait"

Your plane is about ten minutes late, the flight from California, where you attend college, to our home in Connecticut, invariably arriving later than scheduled. I wait anxiously, a typical dad, worried about rescuing my little girl from the jumble of bodies and the deafening cacophony of the busy airport. Finally I look up at the arrivals board and breath a sigh of relief when I read that your flight will be landing in just a few minutes. I can't wait to see you again, hold you in my arms, be alone with you at last after so many months without having your pretty face and soft loving personality around the house. I wait with bated breath, looking for your diminutive figure as the passengers begin filing out of the arrivals gate. My eyes scan the sea of faces looking for you amongst the milling throng of bodies rumbling down the exit hallway.

And then I see you, your silky brown hair almost lost in the reeling hoard of disembarking passengers. Your small figure is dwarfed, being carried along in the midst of the rushing, pushing crowd that's barging along the crowded passage, looking urgently about for faces they haven't seen in weeks or months.

I wave and call to you and see your face looking in my direction. You wave back and I move forwards, pushing through the crowds of lollygaggers wandering in aimless circles, seemingly unaware of why they're even at the airport. I make my way over to you and you grab my hand. I take your small case and we push back through the throng of waving shouting bodies. It takes us several minutes, but finally we get out onto the walkway leading to the above ground parking.

"We're on the 9th floor sweetheart." I whisper as we make our way to the elevator. But you stop as we're about to enter it. You hold my hand, pulling me back from the doors. "No daddy. Let's take the stairs." you say, your eyes glowing excitedly as you lean close and say in a hushed excited voice, "I took my panties off on the airplane daddy." giggling the way you do when your libido is in top form.

I smile knowingly, pulling you over to the enclosed stairway, the stairway nobody ever uses in the parking tower. We climb up to the second floor level and stop in the stairwell. You giggle, but the light in your eyes tells me you're dead serious. You need sex. You pull your skirt up over your hips and I see the sensually raised mound of your pussy, the full round labia, plump and freshly shaven. The soft slit that separates them is glistening, attesting to your growing need, even in the subdued light of the enclosed stairway. I undo the front of my pants and my long thick cock pushes out, the shaft thick and round and hard, the pale purple head pointing at the ceiling. Your eyes look at it and you smile... "Oh god yes daddy. That's what I've been thinking about for the past five hours." you whisper wantonly. I pick you up in my arms as your own arms slide around my neck and your legs wrap around needfully around my waist. Our lips push together hard, our tongues sliding over one another again. Back in each other's arms where we belong at last.

I reach down and grasp the thick hard shaft and guide the swollen head to the warm wet slit between your swollen labia. I groan with pleasure and arousal as I feel your wetness pushing demandingly against the swollen head of my cock. My hips drive forward, pushing the smooth bulbous head into my little girl's pussy. I groan excitedly as I feel the arm wet folds of your vagina stretching out around my cock, caressing it lovingly, like a long lost friend returning after a long absence. Our mouth are pushed in a kiss that seems to have no end as our bodies strain against one another. I push all the way into your warm wet pussy with three or four thrusts and feel the round smooth dome of your cervix pushing against the smoothly swollen head of my stiffly probing cock as I bottom out.

We fuck furiously, our bodies thrashing, driven by deep sensual need, as your arms and legs grip me, holding me tightly, allowing only my pounding hips to move unfettered as you hold onto me possessively, your libido like a raging fire waiting to be drowned in the orgasm that's building fast in your body, too long denied by the endless circle of classrooms and late night studying. Your small figure slides up and down the wall of the stairwell. You're wet and slippery with a need that's been building up over the 2000 mile flight you've been on. Warm vaginal grool oozes down over my hard driving cock and balls and drips down the inside of my pant legs.

I feel your erect nipples through your blouse and bra as they harden against me and I know you're about to cum. Your breath races and your heart pounds as your arms tighten around my neck and your heels pull on my hard, deep thrusting butt. You never announce your orgasm, but your body movements leading up to it are unmistakable. Your arms and legs tighten around me as your young perfect body tenses. I feel the hard contractions running up and down the length of your vagina, squeezing down around my hard driving cock, wrapping it in a tight velvet vise of lust.

You groan loudly into my mouth as you cum all over my long thick cock. I can't hold back. The feel of my beautiful young daughter's body clinging to me with such abandon, as she cums hard all over my steel hard cock. Your hard driving excited orgasm brings on my own orgasm and I cum hard, my long thick cock jerking stiffly, spurts of hot thick sperm filled cum flooding her warm pulsing vagina. It explodes from the reddened tip of my cock in a creamy fountain of gelatinous lust. I thrust hard and deep, driving your small frame up and down the wall, burying my long thick cock deep in your warm female center again and again.

My load is immense, the hours of anticipation, as I waited for your return, saturated my body with a level of carnal need like I've never experienced. Hot thick cum mixed with pussy grool boils out around the thick base of my cock, dripping from my balls in a long glistening string that splatters, onto the concrete floor in a thick white puddle between my feet. I lie against you, as we recover in each others arms, kissing deeply, lovingly, our hearts beating together again, at last.

We pull ourselves together and slip out of the door from the stairs and take the elevator up to the floor I parked the car on. We make the long drive home, talking softly to one another. I push the arm rest back and you slide over beside me and tell me about all of the things that happened to you over the past semester. We arrive home just as it's getting dark and you rush into your mom's arms when you see her in the kitchen. The two of you kiss and hug and talk excitedly to one another for hours. I sit on a chair in the kitchen, glancing up occasionally, amazed at how much we both love our little girl and how much she loves us.

Life is such a surreal experience!