This town is new to me. Only last month I lived in Florida. Now I live in North Carolina in a small town 15 miles north of the university. My friends were surprised that I bought a tiny house of 500 sq. ft. instead of a traditional 2000 sq. ft. one. But they shouldn't be since unlike my friends I have no mortgage or car payment. The freedom to invest or travel or to do whatever I want to do with my income came about as a result of choosing to live below my means. Everyone in my subdivision has made the same lifestyle choice. Our entire subdivision lives in a tiny house - it is like a movement here. The houses in our area are like little jewel boxes. All the homeowners are mortgage free making the community atmosphere relaxed and laid back.
Two months ago, I came here to begin training for a new position as a database administrator. Since I am an only child of two only child parents both whom had parents who were also the only child, I don't have many family members. After I was grown, was reasonably sane and able to support myself, Mom decided to follow her dream and move on. My mother moved to a rural area in Oregon to live on a small farm. She had always dreamed of living in a farm setting and going back to nature. Mom and Daddy had never married because my mother never wanted to be a wife. Daddy was totally opposite of Mom he wanted to get married but was willing to accept her choice not marry. When she moved he was distressed but not surprised about her decision. After Daddy became available several women expressed interest but as far as I know he did not go out with any of them.
He's a rugged man who has always reminded of a 60's era television cowboy - a stoic man of few words. Daddy is 6'2" and weighs around 210 pounds. In 1986 he took a position as a traveling welder. While I was growing up on the third Wednesday each month his truck and camper would pull up into our driveway. He would stay at home a few days each month. His company's work schedule suited my parents permitting them to live as they wished while maintaining a home life for me. Over the years his career has progressed he currently works as a project manager for a bridge maintenance company. He has driven an F-350 truck with a long bed camper for the last couple of years. When Mom decided to move to Oregon, there was nothing to sell since the house that I grew up in was rented. We helped her move to a farm that she had purchased. My parents were similar in that both of them made small footprints on the earth. However, their similarity did not extend to kind of lifestyle that they wanted. She wanted an unencumbered relationship but my father wanted a traditional man woman love match. So, Daddy and I told Mom good-bye leaving her to live her new life on the northwest coast and we headed back east.
Daddy had invited me to ride back in his camper across the country with him. He would drop me off to my apartment in Florida. My vacation had two more weeks left before I had to go back to work. I looked forward to spending time with him. We decided to stop at the Grand Canyon along the way. The first night of our trip we stopped at an RV campground that had a park like setting. He pulled truck down near the pond. The other campers were far enough away that we could see their lights but not hear them. We set up the camper for the night. The comfort and home atmosphere of being with him at night under the stars was soothing. After we cooked some shrimp and pasta for dinner, we sat outside listening to Daddy's favorite kind of music. My college classmates used to call some of his favorite selections baby making music. As I lie on the lounge chair sipping my wine relaxing and unwinding to a mellow buzz, I started to understand how women could more easily conceive as they listened to the romantic seductive rhythms and lyrics while humping their favorite man. At 27 my biological clock was ticking loudly in my mind. I had hoped to be married with children by then. Unfortunately, I had gone through a break up and there was no one new on the horizon. But there I was primed and ready for the right man to knock boots with. I had been hoping to meet an unmarried good guy who was looking for a good woman like me for his wife.
Slowly, the wine, the relaxed atmosphere and the darkness of the night worked together to put Daddy and I in a talking mood. I shared my hopes and dreams with him as he did with me. We were so similar in what we were looking for. It was as if I had described him and he had described me. All of a sudden it was as though scales had fallen from our eyes as he saw me as a desirable woman for the first time. There he was an attractive virile man. We sensed at the same moment that a current of sexuality and romance was flowing between us. I felt self-conscious for the first time with my father. I began to sneak looks at him, to study his smile, body, the curve of his shoulders and thighs. More importantly I noticed every time he moved feeling my eyes going to his crotch trying to gauge the size of his member. At the end of the second day of our trip an intriguing thought kept popping up tickling my brain. I wanted kiss Daddy and hold him in my arms imagining that he felt the same way about me. Soon I got a hint from him that maybe I was right. I was standing at the kitchen sink rinsing a glass when Daddy walked up behind me slipping his arms around my waist. He kissed the back of my neck. His hardened bulge rubbed against my buttock setting my nerves on fire.
Really it didn't take much to ignite the passion within my canal, it has been more than 6 months since my last sexual encounter. There was a pulsating sensation that began with his kiss on the back of my neck. He didn't pursue it any further. As I said he gave me a hint. I was reluctant to reveal my desire for him because I was afraid that maybe I had misunderstood or wanted a man so badly that I only imagined that he wanted me the way that I wanted him.
My confidence level where men were concerned was not very high because I had been through a bad breakup 6 months ago. Really I have an ordinary face, shoulder length brown hair but a rocking hot body. Because I work in IT mostly with men, I dress in layers so no one ever sees the fabulous results that exercise and eating right has produced giving me a tight and shapely figure. My ex fiance was surprised when he saw me naked for the first time. He was like a male dog chasing a female dog in heat. We had an epic sex life for nearly 5 years. If he had not caught the eye of a rich older woman who gave him a lifestyle that most people only dream of I know we would have married. But enough about him he has moved on and I would not take him back even if he begged me.
I was unsure whether Daddy would be upset about his daughter coming on to him. I knew he would love the femaleness of my body if he ever chose to get intimate with me. He had gotten up early to go shopping for the day's food supply. While he was out I decided I would test my theory. I would take a shower then come out naked for him to see me. If I had correctly discerned his interest in me he would make a move. If not, he would excuse himself, leave and we would go on as usual.
