Sitting in my bedroom alone, the radio playing softly in the background. The pencil in my fingers tapping lightly on my notepad as concentration plays over my soft face. Wanting to finish this quickly but the problems too much for me right now and my mind drifts back to last weekend when Daddy surprised in the tub. Remembering the feel of the soft warm bubbles on my skin and the look in his eyes when he joined me. Smiling to myself as I remember his words of wanting to wash me. How it had been so long since he had given his baby the bath that she deserves. Knowing in my heart how wrong it was for this to be happening but unable to stop myself.
Ever since mom died a few years earlier my Daddy and I had grown increasingly closer. Maybe because I was alone now and it seemed so much of my life depended on him. The gentle teasing that had always existed between us had slowly grown into something much stronger. Everyday I was would anxiously await his return home from work, so excited to see him again after all the long hours of being at school. Cooking his meals and keeping the house clean, all in an effort to please him and show him how much I love him. Butterflies in my tummy sprouting quickly each time I would see his face and that handsome smile that would play across his lips and light his eyes. Closing my eyes and leaning back in my bed, my homework forgotten, my hands reaching up to cup my covered breasts as I remembered how expertly he touched me that first night. Deep inside knowing it was so wrong to allow this to happen but unable to deny the desperation I felt inside. This desire deep inside me wanting to please him and love him and give to him more than anything in the world.
Quickly sitting up in bed as the sound of the front door opening brings me back to the present. My heart beating quick and hard in my chest as my excitement grows and I know that Daddy is home. Straightening my hair and wanting to be presentable, trying to control the urge to rush down the stairs quickly and greet him. My eyes catching my homework on my bed and knowing how much Daddy demands that my grades are good I act as if I'm working hard. Biting my lower lip as I hear the creak of the stairs as he climbs them slowly and with purpose. The soft tap on my door before he enters nearly sends me jumping off the bed as I scream in my mind to control myself.
"Hi Baby, what are you doing?" he asks pleasantly.
Shrugging my shoulders, "Homework as usual Daddy."
"Almost done?" he questions.
Nodding, I close my math book and turn to face him.
"Thought you might like to go to dinner tonight. There is a new Italian restaurant near the office I'd like to try." Even though his words are questioning I know that he is not asking but telling me he would like to go.
"I would love to Daddy," I reply, slightly disappointed that we are going out instead of staying home alone. Having waited so long since that first passionate night he gave me and not knowing when or even if we will have a night like that again.
"Angel, do wear something nice," he commands.
"Of course Daddy."
"Be ready at 7:00pm," he says as he closes the door behind him.
Standing up slowly, my thoughts turning quickly to what I should wear. I hear his words in my mind, "wear something nice." So wanting to please him, I open my closet door and search through my clothes. Shaking my head, disappointment flooding me again as I think I'll never find something good enough. My eyes land on a simple deep purple velvet slip dress. Looking at it I wonder for a moment if it is too dressy for dinner but again his words echo in my mind. Not having worn this dress since my cousins wedding last fall, knowing I probably won't have the opportunity to wear it again I settle for it. Placing it softly on the bed and returning to my closet I choose the slim black sandals with the strap around the ankle.
Grabbing my robe off the back of the door and walking to my private bathroom in the hallway I wonder where Daddy has disappeared to. Turning the tub water on hot and splashing the water with bubbles my thoughts drift to how I will fix my long dark brown hair. It has gotten so long in the past year and feels so good against my skin but dressing it for a night out could take too long and I wouldn't dare be late for Daddy. Removing my wrinkled school clothes and stepping into the burning water, my skin instantly begins to turn red. Loving the sting of the scolding water on my skin I slip slowly into the water and lean back against the tub. Smiling as I look down my body and see my erect, deep mauve nipples poke through the bubbles in the water. My small hands and slender fingers float lightly in the water as I caress my skin and smooth the bubbles over my body. The intense smell of the strawberry bubbles fill my senses and my lashes flutter closed. My nails dragging softly over my firm and concave tummy and down to my puffy pussy. Touching myself lightly and feeling the small stubble that has begun there since my last shaving I sit up and reach for my razor and cream.
Pushing myself up out of the water and sitting on the edge of the tub I spread my slender thighs and lather my pussy with cream. Lifting my right foot and placing it in the corner of the tub I bend over deeply. Fingers of one hand holding my pussy lips firm and steady as I begin to shave them. Taking my time and carefully removing every bit of stubble I smile as I remember how surprised Daddy was that his little girl shaved her pussy smooth. After knowing how happy it made him I have been careful to keep myself smooth in the hopes that he would return to me soon. Putting the razor down and wiping myself clean of the cream before adding soap and cleaning inside my inner folds.
My heart skips a beat as I hear the knob on the door turn. Looking over my shoulder at my sweet Daddy as he enters slowly and shuts the door. Walking gracefully to me the muscles in his thighs ripple under his slacks.
"What are you doing Love?" he questions.
"Shaving Daddy," I reply again knowing how happy this will make him. Feeling him lean up against my back and look over my shoulder my body trembles. Feeling so desperate and happy inside that he is this close to me again after such a long time.
"Show Daddy" he says.
Lifting my left foot to the other corner of the tub so that my legs will spread wider as he leans down over my shoulder. His strong arms and big hands coming around me and gently resting on my inner thighs as his fingers move closer to my pussy. Leaning my head back and resting it against his chest as I close my eyes and revel in the sensations of his hands on me. Gasping softly as his fingers spread my now smooth and swollen pussy lips and he looks at me intently.
"Very good Angel" he compliments me. My spirits soar knowing that I have pleased him so much. Slowly he pulls his fingers back from me and he steps away. Disappointment floods me again as I realize that he is leaving me.
"Better hurry Love, or you will be late" he reminds me.
"I'll be on time Daddy," I assure him.
Feeling so alone as the door shuts behind him and I quickly finish my bath. Wrapping myself in my robe and taking my dirty school clothes with me I hurry to my bedroom. Sitting down at the brass vanity that was a Christmas gift from Daddy last year I look at my face in the mirror. Having decided I brush my long hair and place a ponytail holder on it close to my scalp. Wrapping the soft folds of my curls around and around the holder to create a bun. Smiling as I pull soft droplets down by my ears and leaning back to inspect my work. My eyes drift to the clock and I see that I'm doing well on time I pick up the powder for my face. Knowing that Daddy hates too much makeup, I powder my face lightly and slide soft pink lipstick over my full lips. Getting up and placing my robe back on the door and reaching inside my dresser for a clean pair of panties. Sitting down on my bed and sliding them up over my calves, then thighs, then ass. The soft silk fits me snugly.
Taking my dress and slipping it over my head and smoothing it down over the curves I shiver slightly at the feel of the velvet against my still warm skin. Sitting back down I slip my small feet into my sandals and tighten the strap around my ankles. Again I check the time before standing before my full-length mirror and inspecting my look. Pleased with myself and hoping that I will please Daddy too I step over to my dresser and spray two soft mists of my perfume along my neck. Turning toward my door just as the soft rap of his knuckles again before he opens the door and steps inside. My heart beats hard in my chest as I see him standing in his black slacks, white collared shirt, black velvet tie, matching black suite coat, and polished black boots. My breath catches as I am reminded of just how handsome he is.
"Ready, Angel?" he asks.
Smiling, "I was just coming now Daddy."
Stepping out of the way of the door and placing his big hand at the small of my back he guides me down the stairs and out the door. The setting sun making his still slick washed hair glow in it's light I again think of what a beautiful man my Daddy is. Leading me to his car and opening the door I climb inside. Coming around to his side of the car and climbing inside he starts the car and our drive begins.
"It is a bit of a drive but I have been assured that this place is worth it," he shares with me. Shifting more comfortably in my seat I look through my window and watch other people in their cars.
"I don't mind the drive Daddy," I reply but I know he already knows this.
"Why did you want to go to dinner Daddy? I was going to cook when I was finished with my homework.
"I'm sure you were," he says. "But tonight I wanted your complete attention because I think that we have a lot to talk about so I thought this would be a better idea."
Shrugging my shoulders, "Have I done something wrong Daddy?" I question nervously.
"No, not at all Angel, but I do think that you and I have some things to discuss."
Unsure of what to say the thoughts run quickly through my mind. Fear seizes my heart as I think Daddy is going to tell me that what we did last week was wrong and it will never happen again. Shaking my head, commanding myself to hope that this will not be what he plans to discuss with me. Not believing I could handle rejection from my Daddy my eyes fill with tears. Clenching my small fists I command myself again to stop this foolishness. He leans in and flips on the radio to his favorite station. Thankful for something to listen to other than the silence in the car and my own beating heart I look back out the window. After what seems like an eternity our car slows and he pulls into the parking lot. Looking around I see that there are not many people here yet and I wonder if that is a good thing or a bad thing. My eyes light on a beautiful waterfall that seems to flow out from the roof of the restaurant itself.
