I was 18, fresh out of high school and looking forward to what the future had in store for me. It had been a tough year. My parents got divorced, my boyfriend of 2 years broke up with me for the head bitch cheerleader of our school's football team and my grades had not been what they should be. So I was looking for something to, shall I say, relieve some stress. I had no idea just how stress relieving this summer would be.
I came home to find my father packing.
"Where are you going?", I asked.
"I have a business trip in Tulsa, I'll be gone a week", he answered.
'Wow, sounds cool dad, to bad I can't go", I said, trying to sound like a little girl.
Daddy laughed at me.
"What? You wanna go?", he asked surprisingly.
"Well yeah!!!", I answered enthusiastically.
"Ok, well my plane leaves in a few hours, go pack while I call the airline to book another seat", he said.
I couldn't believe it, I was going to Tulsa. Now you have to understand that I've never been out of this small Florida town I live in, so this was a big deal.
I ran upstairs to my room, excitedly tearing thru my closet, trying to find my suitcase.
I had no idea what to pack. A bathing suit? Jeans? Sweatshirts? Or just shorts and t-shirts, so I packed virtually every stitch of clothing I owned.
Wow, where did this come from? I thought to myself, holding up a pink thong bikini.
This must be one of Mom's old bathing suits. Oh well, let's try it on anyway.
As I undressed in front of my mirror I began to realize why all the boys were paying so much attention to me. My breasts had really filled out, I had a nice ass and legs to die for.
I finished sliding the thong on, the material up my ass crack felt kinda strange, but I looked good in it nonetheless.
Just then, my father knocked on the door and pushed it open slightly.
"Honey", he said, poking his head thru the door.
"Yes daddy?", I asked.
"Honey, I'm sorry, I wasn't able to get another ticket, I'm afraid you'll have to stay here."
"Awww daddy!!", I moaned, "I really wanted to go".
"I know precious, and I'm sorry, there's just nothing I can do."
"Oh it's ok daddy, I know you tried", I said in a disappointed tone, falling onto my bed.
"Wow!! that's a great bathing suit honey, where did you get that?", he asked.
"I have no clue, I found it in my dresser as I was packing", I answered.
Daddy came over and sat next to me on the bed.
"You know baby, I really am sorry, you know Daddy tried", he said in a low tone.
"I know daddy", I said, sitting up, "I just really wanted to go, that's all."
"I know baby, maybe next time", he said smiling, rubbing my shoulders.
I have to admit, the massage felt good.
"Mmmm", I moaned.
"Oh you like that huh?", he asked.
"Mmmm, very much so daddy", I said, leaning my head forward.
"Good, daddy likes to make his baby feel good", he said, smiling.
To this day, I still don't know what possessed me but for some unknown reason, I reached over and placed my hand on daddy's thigh ..... suddenly, the massage stopped.
"I'm sorry daddy", I said quickly, taking my hand away.
Just then daddy reached over, taking my chin into his hand, lifting my face up.
He gently moved closer to me, kissing my pouty lips. It was the most amazing kiss I had ever experienced. His lips were so soft, so warm. I was melting.
I began to feel all these feelings, but never one time asking myself ...... Why am I kissing my father?
That moment, that kiss, everything, just felt so right.
