A little more than a year had passed since my wife of 35 years died. In that time I sorted through all kinds of things that we'd collected during our marriage and sold, donated to charities or simply discarded a lot of it, in preparation to move to a smaller home. I'd telephoned my daughter and only child, Sheri, and asked her to watch for a small house or condominium within a 30-minute drive of her and her husband's home in Garden City Beach, South Carolina. I'd always wanted to live at the beach and now, being closer to my only family made it all the more desirable.
To my surprise, the very next day after talking with Sheri about my possible move, she called and told me about an ocean front condo on the upper level of her complex that had just been listed for sale. She said she'd make an appointment with the sales agent if I was interested, and offered to let me spend a few nights with her. I knew her unit was cramped and didn't want to impose, so I thanked her and said I could stay at a hotel. She said her husband was out of town on business so it'd be no problem at all. So, I packed a few things and headed to the coast to see the condo and spend some time visiting with my daughter.
When I arrived at Sheri's condo, even before I had a chance to ring her doorbell, she opened the door and we hugged each other. We hadn't seen each other since the funeral but she hadn't changed much. Her long, brunette hair was still long and straight. The only change I perceived was a firmer, more toned, tanned, athletic appearance. I'd always thought she was a pretty girl and although I shouldn't admit it, had fantasized about fucking her in every way imaginable. As we stood there in the doorway, I realized that I still had those desires and could feel my cock getting firm. I used the excuse that I needed to put down my bag so we'd stop hugging and she wouldn't feel the hardness pressing against her. She kissed me on the cheek and then apologized for not inviting me inside. She offered to take my bag and brushed across the bulge in the crotch of my pants as she reached for the bag's handle.
"Oops! Excuse me, Daddy! Let me get that!"
What a tease, I thought to myself. Yeah, let me give it to you, girl. My mind was already racing with thoughts of bending her over the back of the sofa and fucking her from behind. "Oh, thanks, Sheri, but just tell me where you want it and I'll take care of it myself." I wondered if that sounded like I meant it.
"Well, Daddy, since Mike is gone, I thought you could stay in the bedroom and I'd take the sofa."
"That's thoughtful of you, Sheri, but I don't want you to have to sleep out here on the sofa. I'll take the sofa and you stay in the bedroom." That's not what I wanted, but that's what I said.
We both paused and looked at each other. I wondered if she could read my mind, and if she could, what she thought of her perverted dad.
"Tell you what, Daddy... if you don't mind sharing the bed with me, you can sleep with me. It's a king-sized bed, so there's plenty of room."
That was exactly what I wanted to hear, but there was one small problem. I've slept in the nude for as long as I could remember and unless I slept in my underwear, that would be awkward. "Sharing the bed isn't a problem, sweetie, but your daddy doesn't wear pajamas. I'd planned to sleep in my boxers, so if you don't mind that, I think it'll be okay."
Sheri grinned and said, "Oh, Daddy! I know you sleep in the nude! You and Mom both! I was surprised the first time I saw you like that, but after all, it's perfectly natural. The only reason I sleep in anything is because Mike is such a prude. When he's away, I go naked around here. So, if you don't mind, I don't mind."
I must've looked like a deer staring into headlights as she said that. I was shocked, but getting hornier by the nanosecond.
"I made the appointment to see the condo upstairs for this afternoon. While we're waiting, let's go out onto the balcony and do some catching up, if that's okay with you, Daddy."
Still thinking about being naked with my daughter, I replied, "Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, let's go outside."
Sheri was already standing by the open door. I could feel the warm breeze and noticed how it lifted up the hem of her skirt. I wanted to see what was underneath the skirt, but walked past her and onto the balcony. "What a great view you have here, hun! I could spend a lot of time out here just wasting the day."
"I know exactly what you mean, Daddy. I've spent many days out here doing nothing more than watching the seagulls and working on my tan. You know, it really is work, but I hardly have any tan lines at all! Say, are you thirsty, Daddy? How about something cold to drink? Is iced tea okay? It's sweet, like Mom used to make."
"Sweet tea - yes, that'd be great!"
"Stretch out on the chaise and get comfy, Daddy. I'll be back in a few moments."
Sheri gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and then left to get the tea. As I lay back on the chaise, I just stared out across the ocean and thought about the possibility of living a few flights up and what a temptation it would be, not to mention the temptation I was going to have to fight tonight! I had no idea how long I'd been out there alone, but decided I ought to offer to help with the tea. Just as I leaned forward to get up, Sheri appeared in front of me, completely nude, and handed a tall glass of iced tea to me.
"What do you think, Daddy?"
She slowly turned around before me, her beautiful, tanned pussy and ass and everything else in plain view.
"Well? Do you think I have a good tan, Daddy?"
I took a quick gulp of tea and replied, "Beautiful! My little girl certainly has grown up!"
"Wait, Daddy. Check out this!"
She bent forward and spread her ass cheeks.
"Isn't that cool the way the tan goes in between my cheeks? And there aren't any white lines in the crease beneath them, either."
I wondered where else the tan might go and without thinking, asked, "Anywhere else the tan goes?"
"Oh, Daddy! Of course!"
She lifted her breasts to show that there was no white line underneath them. She raised her arms to show her tanned arm pits. And then she tugged at her pussy lips, pulling them this way and that, to show how evenly tanned they were.
"Anywhere else, Sheri?"
"Daddy! There are some places that you just don't tan!"
To prove her point, she spread open her pussy to show the pink. When she did, a tiny rivulet of her juice trickled out. I just stared and wondered if I should act on my thoughts or behave like a proper father. In my mind, being proper was taking precedence, but my cock wasn't cooperating. A large bulge had formed in my crotch.
"It's okay, Daddy. I'm glad you like my body and I'm happy you're able to express it that way."
Sheri set her glass of tea on a small table and then knelt beside my chaise. Smiling and gazing into my eyes, she deftly unzipped my pants, reached inside and pulled out my cock. Still staring into my eyes and holding my cock, she licked her lips and then lowered her head until the tip of her tongue was just barely inside the opening of the head of my cock. I didn't resist. I just lay there and enjoyed what was happening. Her tongue slowly encircled the head until some of her saliva ran down the shaft. She quickly took all of my cock into her mouth and began to suck it while fondling my balls. I hadn't felt anything like that since the last time her mother went down on me. Part of me wanted to know if my wife had taught her how to suck cock and the other part wanted to simply enjoy it.
After many minutes passed, Sheri looked up into my eyes and asked, "Does that remind you of anything, Daddy?"
"As a matter of fact, I was about to ask who taught you how to do that, but I think I know. Am I right?"
"Uh-huh. Mom and I talked about a lot of things, including how to please a man. Am I pleasing you, Daddy?"
"Oh, girl, yes you are! You have no idea how long I've wanted you to do this, and I'm not talking about just today!"
"Me, too, Daddy! Ever since the first time I accidentally saw Mom doing this to you, I've wanted to do it, too."
"The first time? When was that?"
"A long, long time ago. And after the first time, I used to stay awake long after I'd gone to bed so I could sneak into the hallway in hopes that I could watch you and Mom doing things. There were so many times I thought I'd get caught because I couldn't keep quiet when I'd orgasm. Thankfully, Mom was kind of loud, too. And all those times you'd call her your whore, slut, cum dump and other nasty names, I'd cum and cum so hard! I sure hope you'll buy the place upstairs so you can do those things to me, too!"
"Upstairs? What time is it? When is the appointment? You fucking tease! You got me all worked up and now I've got to leave! You're going to get it after I'm done looking at the condo!"
Sheri was grinning as she gripped my cock tightly and stroked it. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I guess I deserve a spanking, don't I? But we have to be upstairs in just a few minutes and I want to go with you."
"Damn! Well, get dressed. Wait - no panties, you whore. As soon as we're done, I'm giving you a sound spanking. Damn! Maybe my cock will go down in a minute. Fix your make-up. We don't want the entire world to know you're a cock sucking slut. Do you suck Mike like that?"
"No! He's such a prude! He accidentally came in my mouth once and ever since then, I'm lucky to get even a taste of his cock. It's going to be so wonderful when you're living nearby, Daddy!"
As Frank Barone used to say on "Everybody Loves Raymond," "Holy crap!" There I was, a 58-year old widower about to live maybe only an elevator ride away from a horny, neglected 32-year old wife whose prudish husband was away on business trips more often than he was home, who just happens to be the daughter I'd fantasized about for more years than I dared mention, and at a fairly quiet beach. There was just one thing that concerned me, and I needed to ask Sheri about it.
