Your father called you up and told you he was coming to town. He arranged for you to meet him in the lobby of the hotel in which he was staying.
You can tell your Dad is happy to see you when you see him waiting in the lobby for you, and you know he loves you, but there's something hidden in his gaze too. You greet him and your Dad doesn't just give you a paternal buss, but kisses you open-mouthed and at the same time he possessively cups your breast.
Dad! you exclaim, surprised, but he just ignores your reaction as you sit down. As you talk, you notice he's touching you, stroking your arms, touching your hands, rubbing his hands on your legs. You keep looking at his lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss him again, wondering if he's going to.
And then he does, and it takes your breath away. You can't believe you're making out with your own Dad in public!
Dad, we can't, you protest.
Why not? he asks, still kissing you.
People will... you trail off as your Dad silences your protest with another kiss.
They don't know, he tells you, but they might wonder about us.
You realize he's right, and it turns you on so much.
Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy, you whisper as you kiss your father, not too loud, but hoping maybe you'll be overheard.
Baby, your Dad tells you, Let's go upstairs. And you know that there won't be any chance to back out from there, and your own father will take you.
Your Dad guides you to the elevator, his hands on you intimately. You turn your head back and kiss him as you wait, loving the disapproving looks you get from the older wives, knowing that even if they don't know he's your Dad, he's at least old enough to be your father. They can tell from the way you're touching and kissing that he's going to fuck you.
On the elevator, your Dad holds you to him and you stretch up and kiss him, while the others pointedly ignore you except they can't help seeing your reflection in the mirrors. At each stop as people get off, you get more and more passionate. Finally, as the last people get off on their floor just as they step off, your Dad lifts you up pushing you against the side, kissing you passionately as you wrap your legs around him and he presses himself into you.
Oh, Daddy, you say clearly as the door closes, knowing they can hear you and see your Dad humping you against the side of the elevator.
Dad: 50 years-old, 6', 190#, muscular, dark hair greying at the temples.
You: ?
You can tell your Dad is happy to see you when you see him waiting in the lobby for you, and you know he loves you, but there's something hidden in his gaze too. You greet him and your Dad doesn't just give you a paternal buss, but kisses you open-mouthed and at the same time he possessively cups your breast.
Dad! you exclaim, surprised, but he just ignores your reaction as you sit down. As you talk, you notice he's touching you, stroking your arms, touching your hands, rubbing his hands on your legs. You keep looking at his lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss him again, wondering if he's going to.
And then he does, and it takes your breath away. You can't believe you're making out with your own Dad in public!
Dad, we can't, you protest.
Why not? he asks, still kissing you.
People will... you trail off as your Dad silences your protest with another kiss.
They don't know, he tells you, but they might wonder about us.
You realize he's right, and it turns you on so much.
Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy, you whisper as you kiss your father, not too loud, but hoping maybe you'll be overheard.
Baby, your Dad tells you, Let's go upstairs. And you know that there won't be any chance to back out from there, and your own father will take you.
Your Dad guides you to the elevator, his hands on you intimately. You turn your head back and kiss him as you wait, loving the disapproving looks you get from the older wives, knowing that even if they don't know he's your Dad, he's at least old enough to be your father. They can tell from the way you're touching and kissing that he's going to fuck you.
On the elevator, your Dad holds you to him and you stretch up and kiss him, while the others pointedly ignore you except they can't help seeing your reflection in the mirrors. At each stop as people get off, you get more and more passionate. Finally, as the last people get off on their floor just as they step off, your Dad lifts you up pushing you against the side, kissing you passionately as you wrap your legs around him and he presses himself into you.
Oh, Daddy, you say clearly as the door closes, knowing they can hear you and see your Dad humping you against the side of the elevator.
Dad: 50 years-old, 6', 190#, muscular, dark hair greying at the temples.
You: ?