The June morning dawned bright and warm. It was a beautiful day for a wedding. Brent had set his alarm for 6 a.m. His son Cody was getting married today. He got out of the hotel bed, and walked into the bathroom to get showered before 7. According to the plan of the bride and groom, each one would share a wedding day breakfast with the other's parents. In this case, it meant that Cody's bride-to-be, Miranda, would be having breakfast, with Brent, in his hotel room, and Cody would have breakfast with Miranda's parents, Rod and Michelle.
Brent was happy for his son. He was marrying a great girl. It didn't hurt that she was beautiful from head to toe either. Miranda was a 26 year old interior decorator who'd met Cody through mutual friends. The attraction was immediate and after 2 years of courtship he'd asked her to be his wife. Brent hadn't been as lucky in love. He and Cody's mother, Rachel, had divorced when Cody was 15. Rachel had remarried a French man and was now enjoying her life in Europe and wouldn't be at the wedding. Oh well, today wasn't about him, it was about the happiness of Cody and Miranda.
He slipped on a pair of loose fitting sweats and a casual t-shirt. A knock on the door announced that room service was there. The bellhop wheeled a cart in filled with different covered trays. Quickly and quietly the bellhop set the table up for two. Brent paid him a tip and he left.
Brent lifted the lids of each dish and found Belgian waffles under one, strawberries under another, a bowl of whipped cream, scrambled eggs on a plate, and sausages under another. A carafe of coffee and a bottle of orange juice completed the meal. He imagined Miranda wouldn't be too hungry, as is, having wedding day jitters. But just in case, he'd made sure he ordered a good breakfast.
Promptly at 7 a.m. there was a knock on his hotel room door. He answered it and there stood his knockout beautiful, soon to be daughter in law Miranda.
"Good morning dad," Miranda said as she smiled and leaned in and kissed him on his cheek.
He invited her in and ushered her over to the table of waiting food. He pulled her chair out for her as she sat down. Brent took the chair across from her.
Like Brent, Miranda was very casually dressed for this hour of the morning. She wore a thick bath robe under which she wore a short cream colored chemise with boy shorts. "Would it bother you terribly if I took my robe off dad?" Miranda asked.
"Of course not Miranda, get comfortable girl." Brent replied.
Miranda stood up and took the robe off. She walked the robe over to the coat rack by the door and hung it there.
Brent was mesmerized as he watched her walk over to hang the robe up. He'd never seen Miranda in anything other than classy suits or blue jeans. The chemise she wore was soft ivory and hung just below the cheeks of her butt. Her legs were long and slender and she was very shapely. When she turned and walked back towards the table Brent had to catch his breath. The front of the chemise was cut low and rested on the top of her breasts which were full and filled out the front of the chemise. He could actually see her nipples poking through the fabric. She was one beautiful woman Brent thought again.
Miranda smiled as she sat down across from Brent. She enjoyed a good relationship with her soon to be father in law. He'd made her feel like part of the family from the start. He razzed her just as much as he did Cody and his 3 other sons. She'd always admired Brent. She also found him very attractive. Cody was a handsome man, but he looked more like his mother than his father. Where Cody's hair was sandy brown like his mother's, as well as having his mother's green eyes, Brent's hair was a dark brown, almost black and he was starting to grey at his temples. His eyes were light brown and framed by spiky long lashes. At 6'2 inches tall he stood a full 3 inches taller than his son.
Brent stood up and started to remove the lids from the food. "I didn't know what you'd want, but I knew you liked Belgian waffles so I ordered them and all of this. I hope you're hungry young lady." Brent smiled warmly at Miranda. "Would you like me to make the bride a plate?"
Miranda smiled back at Brent, "Actually Dad, I am hungry, but my nerves are a little edgy. May we just sit and talk for a little bit before we eat? It will calm my nerves."
"Sure hon'" Brent said, "C'mon, come sit on the bed and we'll chat like girlfriends." Brent couldn't help but to laugh at his attempt at humor. He and Miranda got comfortable on the bed. Brent sat with his back against the headboard and Miranda sat cross legged in front of him. "Is that better?" Brent asked.
Miranda laughed at his girlfriends' remark and said, "This is fine dad." She sat there looking at Brent and couldn't explain the weird feeling coming over her. He was sitting there smiling at her and she had this unexplainable urge to kiss him. She tried to dispel the thought from her mind, but it wouldn't shake. Even worse her thoughts started getting more provocative about Brent.
Brent sat there a little bewildered by the strange look on Miranda's face. One moment she'd been smiling at him and now she was sitting there staring at him with this peculiar look. "Miranda, are you okay?" Brent said in a concerned voice.
As if in a daze, Miranda got up on her knees and inched herself intimately close to Brent. Without saying a word, she placed her lips on Brent's and tenderly kissed him. Inhaling she could take in his masculine scent and her kiss became a little more searching as her tongue pried its way between his lips.
