Happy Valentine's, Daddy!!!!

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Of all the times for Mommy to have to go out of town, wouldn't you know it would be Valentine's Day?? She's been working entirely too much, neglecting Daddy and me.

I've always considered my Daddy to be a very attractive man, mid 40's, slightly graying at the temples; very distinguised and sexy looking man. Still some what muscular for his age. Nice round ass, the kind that always gets my attention when I look at other guys.

I wonder how Daddy would feel if he ONLY knew that I've been masturbating while thinking of him at such an early young age?? How I've saved my virginity just for him?? What would Daddy do if he walked in and caught me masturbating and calling out his name? Would he give in to the temptation or would he be mad?? Well.... there's only one way to find out!!!!!

After all, it IS Valentine's Day and today is suppose to be for lovers. I slip into Mommy's closet since Daddy hasn't come home from work yet, looking at all her sexy lingerie she USE to wear for Daddy. Aaahhhhhhhh!! There it is!! A red satin teddy, v neck with lace around the breasts, matching see thru panties. I hurry back to my bedroom and try it on. Fits perfectly!!!!

All I need now is a Daddy to fill in the rest of this game... Anyone wanna play????
 
Daddy

OOC: Be glad to fill in for Daddy. Just give me a bit to get particulars in writing!!

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Driving home from work and thinking to myself that I couldn't believe my wife had to be out of town on Valentine's Day. It used to be such a special day for the two of us, usually concluding with wild passionate sex.

Maybe it shouldn't be so hard to believe, she's been so involved in work lately it felt like she hardly noticed me and our daughter.

I stopped by the florist for flowers and a card anyway, not sure if I'd save the flowers or give them to my daughter. Since her 18th birthday she had been helping more and more around the house, trying to fill in for her mother who never seemed to me home, and deserved a gift herself.

My mind began drifting to my daughter as I drove. She had become a very beautiful young woman, more so than even her mother at that age. I thought it kind of odd that I hadn't noticed her speaking of any boys yet as I was sure some had to be after her.
 
Timing Daddy's arrival just right.....

The salad is made and in the fridge, the baked potatoes are ready... all that is left now is to grill the steaks and that can be done when Daddy gets home. He works soooooooo hard all week, the least I can do is prepare him a very special Valentine's dinner. Thinking "I can always be Daddy's dessert." A mischievious grin covers my face....

I slip off to the bathroom, showering, washing my hair, shaving EVERYTHING... wanting to feel extra smooth for Daddy. Hoping that my plans to seduce Daddy doesn't fail me.

After showering, I blow dry my long black hair, fixing it on top of my head with just a little on the side hanging down. Not using any hair spray in case Daddy wants to run his fingers thru my long black hair. Applying lotion all over my body, wanting my skin to feel extra smooth. Putting on just enough make up to bring the blue of my eyes, not too slutty looking, but just enough to highlight the innocence of Daddy's little girl.

Standing in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom, I slip on a short red strapless dress, splits on each side so that my thighs are fully exposed to Daddy, slipping on the red see thru panties that goes to the lingerie, some matching heels with an anklet and no hose, since my body is completely tanned. My breasts are a 38D, very firm and no need for a bra at my young age, besides... a bra would just get in the way... I splash on just very little cologne and head to the kitchen....

Just as I make it to the back patio, Daddy pulls up. I feel all tingly inside and already feeling a slight dampness between my legs thinking and hoping for the things I want the night to hold for Daddy and me....
 
As I pulled into the drive, I decided my daughter definetly deserved the flowers more than my wife. I left the card I had bought on the seat and walked to the front door.

As I entered the house I could see that she had been getting some dinner around for us, not all that uncommon lately, but something smelled wonderful.

Then I saw her standing there in that red dress..... "Daddy do you like?" she said as I stood there with jaw agap. She looked just georgous and sooooo sexy. "Daddy?" I was totally lost trying to take in all that was in front of me. I felt like a teenager on a first date as I replied "these are for you" and handed her the flowers.

I was still trying to take in her form, her slender hips hugged by the dress, her her smooth legs as I followed down to the little anklet I bought her for her birthday (she picked it out). As I looked up I thought I could see the points of her nipples poking at the fabric of the dress.

"Daddy, do you like my outfit" she said again as I regained my focus. I smiled and told her she looked stunning. "Do you have a date tonight?", I hesitently asked since she usually didn't dress like this around the house.
 
Blushing and giggling.....

For the first time in my life I felt nervous around Daddy, but I think it's more like butterflies that I'm feeling instead...

I take the flowers Daddy gave me and wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him tight and very close. I can feel my nipples hardening as I press my young firm breasts against his chest. Kissing Daddy on the cheek, whispering: "Daddy, the flowers are beautiful and smell sooooooooo lovely, Thank you, Daddy, I love you!!"

Feeling myself blushing, I begin to giggle at Daddy asking me if I have a date. I smile at you, looking into your eyes, "Yes, Daddy!! As a matter of fact, I DO have a date, with you!! The most handsome man in the world!!!"

I turn around slowly, prissing to the kitchen to place the flowers in a vase with some water and set them on the center of the kitchen table, lighting the candles I already had placed for the centerpiece.

"Daddy?? Since it is Valentine's and I am 18, could we possibly have some champagne with dinner tonight?? Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee Daddy???" Spoken in such a little girl tone of voice...
 
As she hugs me tight and thanks me for the flowers I can smell the perfume she was wearing. The feeling of her tight to me began to arouse me.

I can't be feeling like this. She is my daughter for crying out loud. She was also the most sensual woman I had ever seen. I was glad she kept the contact short and was sure she didn't feel the growing lump in my slacks. And referring to me as her "date", what was that all about.

"So what's for dinner Baby?" I asked as she put the flowers in a vase. Baby was a nickname I had used for her since childhood. For a time during her adolescense, she hated when I'd call her that but lately she had become more tolerant.

So she wanted some champagne with dinner. "Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee Daddy??" she nearly begged in a playful little girl tone. How could I resist, I pulled a bottle from the fridge and some glasses for us both. She waited by my side as I filled the glasses and handed her one.
 
My eyes sparkle.....

My eyes sparkle as I look at my Daddy while he pours the champagne and offers me a glass. I lean over, kissing his cheek tenderly "Thank you, Daddy... this is so far the BEST Valentine's yet."

I'm hoping that Daddy didn't realize that I felt a slight bulge in his pants when I hugged him and thanked him for the flowers early; but just being that close to him and feeling his semi hardness has definitely made me wet now.

"Daddy, I have a couple of ribeye steaks for the grill, salad and baked potatos. Hope you're hungry because these are some really BIG steaks."

I take the glass of champagne to my lips and before I take a sip, I look at Daddy and ask him if we should make a toast?? He nods and we make a toast to love and happiness for the rest of the year. My thoughts added "and to a very special bond between Daddy and his Baby."

I squat down in front of Daddy, taking his hand in mine, looking seriously into his eyes and tell him: "Daddy, when I was a little girl, I use to get upset when you called me Baby, but now, I like it. It makes me feel special and very sexy when you call me that. I hope to ALWAYS be your, Baby, Daddy." Taking your hand to my lips and kissing the top of your hand softly.

I stand back up, wrapping my arms around Daddy's neck again, hugging him tight. Can't seem to ever hug my Daddy enough. He's always been there for me since Mommy has taken on this new job.

"Time to grill the steaks, would you like to help me, Daddy?"
 
Mmmmmmm. Steaks for dinner. Yummy, and I was starving (in more than one sense).

"Of course I'll help with dinner" I replied as I brushed past her on my way to the fridge. I couldn't help but notice how firm Baby's ass was as I bumped into her lightly on my way by. I knew I shouldn't be having these feelings about my daughter but I was begining to see her more and more as a hot young woman.

Wait a minute, was she flirting with me??? Couldn't be, she was just trying to make her sorry old dad feel nice on Valentine's Day. I certainly didn't mind the attention. I also couldn't deny that I had a few thoughts of carressing that fine body of hers. Every once in a while I'd catch a glimpse of Baby running around the house in something skimpy and my imagination would run with it for a few moments. Funny but I hadn't thought of it before.... but those moments seem to have been more and more often lately. Hmmmm...

Enough of those thoughts, I'd be hard as a rock before dinner was even warm. Another swig of the champagne and I headed to the grill with the steaks. Baby was taking a sip of hers as well......ooohhhh those pretty red lips gently touching the glass as she took a drink..

And she "hopes to ALWAYS be my Baby"? What did she mean by that? While I cooked the steaks my mind was filled with thoughts of Baby's smooth, tan legs, exposed by the slit up her dress and the smell and feel of her body as she held me tight and the absolutly erotic way she drank her chapagne from that glass and.... Wow, lost in thought I didn't realize I was tenting the hell out of my pants. I checked to see if Baby had noticed and adjusted myself to make it less obvious.
 
Mmmmmmmmmm.....

I feel Daddy's hardness as he brushes past me going to the grill.... feeling my pussy becoming soooooo moist... wanting desperately to rush my plans into motion, but realizing that it's going to take some time....

I smell the steaks cooking and quietly walk out the door with the bottle of champagne... I can see the front of Daddy's pants tenting out, thinking to myself "OMG, DADDY IS HUGE!!" My clit begins to throb as I imagine how Daddy's cock must look.


"More champagne, Daddy?" I ask... walking slowly over to him... Watching his strong and masculine body as he flips the steaks.... feeling his eyes watching my every move as I walk closer and closer to him... Taking my glass of champagne and raising it to my lips, using just the tip of my tongue to circle around the edge of the glass... my eyes never once leaving Daddy's eyes...

As I walk over and stand next to Daddy, I offer him the bottle of champagne, giggling as I look at him... the champagne now taking full affect of my senses... Daddy takes the bottle from my hand and I automatically place my hand on the small of his back...

"Mmmmmmmm Daddy... your meat... uh... I mean the meat smells really yummy" I grin thinking I almost blew it, hoping that Daddy didn't catch on to what I was really meaning...
 
"Thanks Baby" as she hands me the bottle of champagne. I see there are only a couple swallows left and finish them right from the bottle. By the way she was giggling I knew she'd had more than her share of that bottle but I opened another anyway, figureing we're celebrating something tonight. I wasn't sure what but it had to be something.

When she made the comment about my "meat" I became embarrased that she had in fact noticed that I was hard as could be. Then I figured maybe it was just the alcohol talking.

We walked back to the table with her arm on my back. I wasn't sure if she needed some assistance with her balance or just why her hand stayed on my back but I liked it. Her touch was really heating me up. I wrapped my hand around her back and guided her to her chair that I had pulled out for her with my other hand.

We began to eat but I was having a hard time taking my mind off her. I had never know that watching another person eat could be that erotic before. Or was it that I was just so turned on by her that everything seemed erotic. Thoughts of proper father/daughter conduct were quickly slipping away..

"More wine, Baby?" I offered as I filled both our glasses.
 
As Daddy walks with me to the table and pulls the chair out for me to sit, I begin to feel more light headed.... This is the first time I've had any alcohol and I was loving it.... all of it.... just Daddy and me, alone on Valentine's Day...

I try to eat, but thoughts of Daddy kept filling my head... I keep watching Daddy trying to eat, too... Wondering if he is having the same thoughts I'm having... Wondering what it would be like to be in his arms, not just as a little girl, but as a woman.... Wondering what it would feel like to have Daddy undress me, look at me and touch me as a woman...

I break the silence..."Daddy, you really outdone yourself on the steaks, they're delicious *hiccup* oops!!!" Then I start giggling, reaching for the glass of champagne and taking it to my lips again.... sipping on it slowly...

I get up and walk to the fridge, realizing that I forgot the cheese for the baked potatos, and as I walk back to the table and stand next to Daddy to let him have the cheese first, I stumble over my own feet and fall towards Daddy, catching myself on the table.... Daddy pulls his chair back and catches me, pulling me to his lap, asking me if I'm okay... I lean my head back against Daddy, looking up into his eyes and as I start to tell him yes, I hiccup again and then start giggling.... smiling a very flirtatious smile at my wonderful and loving Daddy...
 
As she was getting the rest of the meal from the fridge, Baby stumbled a bit. Instinctivly I scooted my chair back a bit so I could catch her. She landed square on my hard cock. Even a plastered woman would know what she was sitting on. Feeling more than a little embarassed at first I tried to adjust the way she was siting on me.

"Baby, are you OK?", I ask as she wiggles her hips slightly on my cock. I shivered as she rubbed on my cock. Did she know what she was doing to me? As I wrapped my arms around her waiste to stable her I felt the flesh of her breasts against the tops of my hands. Baby definetly was not a little girl anymore.

Baby looked at me with a look in her eyes that I recognized as pure lust. I hadn't seen that look from a woman in quite some time but hadn't forgotten what it was. As she tried to speak she hiccuped and giggled almost bringing me back to reality but the heat I felt from her bottom on my lap was clouding all rational thought.
 
As I stumble and fall onto Daddy's lap, I can feel his hardness under my ass... poking me thru my dress. I begin to squirm, not really intentional (or was it??) Not be very cautious as to how I'm sitting, the splits on each side of the dress now showing more thigh for Daddy...

As Daddy wraps his arms around me, I feel his hands on my breasts, not realizing that the top of my dress has fallen down. I tilt my head back, looking up into Daddy's loving and lustful eyes, returning the same lustful feeling that he's giving me... At first, I start to reach for the top of my dress to cover myself up but then think twice about that... I was enjoying Daddy's hands resting there, even if he didn't realize what he was doing... or maybe he did...

I was feeling rather bold from the champagne... looking directly and intensely into Daddy's eyes... "I love you, Daddy" I told him, as I kissed him tenderly on the lips, letting my lips linger on his.... He smiles and says: "I know you do, Baby." I look at him with more lust and love than ever before... "No, Daddy... I mean I really LOVE you!!" Hoping that now Daddy understood what I was trying to tell him. How could I just come out and tell Daddy that I wanted him to make me a woman?? That I wanted him to teach me all he could about sex?? That I wanted him to take my virginity right then and there??

I start feeling some what embarrassed by my actions and my feelings, standing up from Daddy's lap and making an attempt to clean my side of the table. What ever appetite I had now was NOT for food, but for my Daddy ONLY....
 
"I LOVE you Daddy"?? I knew what she meant by that but did she really mean it or was the champagne doing the talking. I knew that I wanted her so badly but....she was my daughter.

Did she have any idea the kind of territory we were treading on? I wanted so badly to take her in my arms and carry her off to bed, to tenderly and lovingly show her what love was about. Not like some hormone crazed boy her age but the loving that only a man, a tender, caring man can give.

When Baby got up and adjusted her dress I realized that it was her bare breast that had been pressing my hands. I internally groaned in excitement as I realized that her thighs had also been exposed, nearly to her hips. For a moment I could almost see myself leaving a trail of kisses all the way up those thighs.

As she began clearing the table, I came back to reality a bit. I tried to help her clean up as best I could while trying to cover up the stone shaft in my pants.
 
As I got up and started cleaning up, I heard Daddy moaning. Wondering if he was moaning because of where his hands had been and he had just realized it?? Wondering if maybe he was beginning to look at me as a young woman now instead of his baby girl?? Wondering all sorts of things and not being able to shake the thoughts from my head...

Daddy got up and was helping me clean up, bless his heart. He always helped me in the kitchen and with other household chores since mommy was gone most of the time now. I even found myself wondering why she even bothered coming home at all since she was only home for a day or two and that Daddy and I were making it pretty much on our own.

The dishes are cleaned, food put away safely in the fridge, all the condiments placed in their rightful spot, even the table has been wiped off clean. I rinse my hands at the kitchen sink, reaching for the lotion and applying some to my hands, rubbing it in slowly, staring off into space. I feel Daddy as he comes up behind me, hugging me from behind, whispering: "Baby, are you okay?" I turn around slowly looking into Daddy's eyes again, thinking "God I could get lost forever looking into his eyes." "Yes, Daddy, I'm fine, but I'm not feeling so well, do you mind if I call in a night and go lay down?? I think I've had a wee bit too much champagne."

By now I'm feeling guilty for consuming too much alcohol, feeling as if I've ruined the night for Daddy. Without waiting for Daddy to answer me, I lean forward, kissing his cheek, telling him that I love him and walk off to my bedroom. I walk in, forgetting to close the door all the way and throw myself on the bed, sobbing in my pillow... feeling soooooo bad about Daddy not being able to enjoy his dinner because of my drunken stupor, not realizing how far my dress has ridden up the back of my body.
 
"Everything OK Baby" as I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waiste, resting them on her taute tummy. When she turned around and looked in my eyes I found myself lost in them more like a lover than a father.

I heard her voice but what she was saying didn't really register. I was so lost in the moment I was about to lean in to peck her on the lips (at least that is what my mind was thinking.. a father/daughter peck on the lips) when she leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Going to lay down" I did hear. Maybe that would give me a chance to get a grip in my feelings.

A few moments after she left for her room I thought I should check on her to make sure she got herself into bed OK after all the champagne. I walked quietly toward her door, not wanting to wake her if she had gone to sleep already. I saw that her door was open a bit and looked in quietly, not making a sound.

From the moonlight coming in her window, I could see her form laying face down on the bed, still in the dress. As my eyes moved down over her body to her waiste....Her dress was all the way up around her waiste,..red lacy panties that clung to her round firm ass cheeks that were connected to... those incredible tanned thighs that had my attention all night... that led me down to the anklet I had bought her that shimmered in the moonlight.... I was stiff as a board and even my thoughts were coming in bits and pieces as my hunger for her sweet flesh grew again.

"Baby are you ok" as I stepped slightly closer. I then heard her sobbing and sat on the edge of her bed, placing my hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong Baby, what's wrong with Daddy's girl?"
 
"Ooohhh Daddy!!!!" I say as I continue sobbing like a baby, sitting up, throwing my arms around him. "I'm sooooooo sorry I messed up your dinner from having too much champagne, I really wanted tonight to be special for us... I wanted tonight to be just perfect for"... and then I catch myself.... Trying to change the subject I ask: "Can you ever forgive me, Daddy.. pleaseeeee?? I promise I'll make it up to you." Still crying on Daddy's shoulder... feeling his hand on my shoulder, how strong his touch is but yet how gentle, tender and loving it is, too.

I look up into his eyes, feeling Daddy wiping the tears away. He leans over kissing my tears as they fall down my cheeks. I tenderly press my parted lips against his, letting them linger, giving him just a soft butterfly like kiss at first.

Very much aware now that my dress has ridden up above my waist, knowing that Daddy has seen the matching red panties, feeling a bit embarrassed again but yet soooo very turned on. Knowing that right at this moment I have to be point blunt with Daddy, but not sure that I can.

I keep my lips slightly pressed against his and then I whisper: "Daddy??" Thinking how in the world can I possibly tell my Daddy that I want him to make love to his baby girl tonight??
 
Seeing my little girl so upset brings back fatherly thoughts again as I gently wipe the tears from her face. Seeing her unhappy always has saddened me.

"Messed up dinner?" I ask, "How in the world could my Baby think she messed anything up. I am so touched that you thought so much of me to plan this evening for us to be together." I suddenly realized how much effort she had put into this evening for the two of us. It had been years since her mother had put such effort into any aspect of our relationship.

As she pressed her lips to mine I felt like a shock went right through me. Her lips lingered on mine as I kissed her back.

"Daddy?" I could feel her breath on my face as she spoke. I was so into my Baby at that moment that all else seemed lost. What was she trying to say? I held her to me a little more solidly. "What is it Baby?" I almost whispered as I gazed into her eyes and felt her looking right into my soul.
 
I feel Daddy as he holds me tighter to him, my breasts pressing against his chest. Feeling my nipples hardening even more than they already were. I hear Daddy ask me what it was I wanted to say. I get so close to telling him, but then I chicken out.

"Daddy?? Can I just sit on your lap like I use to when I was a little girl and you hold me?" Daddy knowing how safe and secure I always felt when I was that close to him. How could he resist his baby girl now?? He couldn't. Daddy sits further on the bed, reaching for me and pulling me in his arms on top of his lap. The one thing Daddy and I both forgot was my dress still up to my waist and the only thing between our bodies was Daddy's clothing and my skimpy red see thru panties.

I begin to feel Daddy hardening again under me as I start squirming on his lap. I start breathing heavier, thinking about being this close to Daddy, feeling his cock just beneath me. Should I reach down and touch it? What would Daddy say or do? Would he get mad and stop me?? Would he allow me to continue?? I laid my head over on his shoulder, my eyes closed as a soft moan escaped my lips thinking about being with Daddy. Just then I heard Daddy say: "Uh, Baby? Are you SURE you're okay?" Feeling Daddy caressing my back as he holds me.

I look up, taking a deep breath, turning some what to face him: "Daddy, I don't know how to say this, but... I don't want to be a little girl any more. I want to be a woman, Daddy... but I want to be YOUR woman. Not anyone else's. Daddy... will you please make me a woman?? Tonight, Daddy?"

Feeling all flushed with embarrassement and excitement, I almost turn away, but for some reason can't seem to take my eyes off Daddy. Seeing the look of concern, love, trust and yet lust in his eyes. I raise my face up towards Daddy, kissing him firmly yet tenderly on the lips, feeling his lips part as I slide my tongue just inside his mouth; feeling our tongues beginning to dance with each others... Then, Daddy stops me....
 
"Daddy, I don't know how to say this, but... I don't want to be a little girl any more. I want to be a woman, Daddy... but I want to be YOUR woman. Not anyone else's. Daddy... will you please make me a woman?? Tonight, Daddy?"

My cock throbs at the sound of those words coming from her mouth. I feel the warmth between us rise as she leans into me and kisses me firm on the lips. Not like a little girl but like a woman on fire. Our tounges met as I return the kiss for a moment.

I broke the kiss "Baby, I want you too. So very badly but do you know what you're saying?" I said softly as I tried to catch my breath. Baby was breathing hard as well and I could feel her hard nipples against my chest. I began to realize that she was as turned on as I was.

"I am your daddy, and we shouldn't be doing this" I said but made no attempt to move away, still holding her tight. I could feel the warmth of her on my throbbing and engorged cock as she kept up a slight back and forth motion on my lap.
 
Hearing Daddy telling me that he wanted me, too was all I wanted to hear. All I have longed to hear since I was a few years younger. Tears of joy fill my eyes, raising my hand to touch Daddy softly on his cheek: "Yesssssssss Daddy, I know what I'm saying. I'm saying that I love you more than a daughter should love her Daddy and have for several years now. I'm saying that I want you to make love to me, Daddy."

Leaning in closer to Daddy and kissing him again, feeling him as he pulls me even tighter against his body. Our kiss so deep, passionate, hot, such a longing between the two of us. A strong desire burning within deep of us, a desire that only we can satisfy for each other.

"Daddy, I've been waiting for this moment for so long now. So many nights I've laid in bed thinking of being with you as your lover. Wanting you to come into my bedroom and make love to me. Wanting to feel your hands touching me, your lips kissing me, your manhood entering my most private parts that I've saved for you. Yes, Daddy... your Baby is still a virgin and I've been waiting and longing for the moment that I could give this to you. I really do LOVE you, Daddy!!"

Easing up off Daddy's lap, slowly turning around facing him, feeling my dress as it falls down the rest of my body, holding my hands out to Daddy waiting for his response. My insides weak from desire and fear that I've made a terrible mistake in confessing my undying love and desire for him.
 
"Daddy, I've been waiting for this moment for so long now. So many nights I've laid in bed thinking of being with you as your lover. Wanting you to come into my bedroom and make love to me. Wanting to feel your hands touching me, your lips kissing me, your manhood entering my most private parts that I've saved for you. Yes, Daddy... your Baby is still a virgin and I've been waiting and longing for the moment that I could give this to you. I really do LOVE you, Daddy!!"

Her statement of love an lust stirred something deep in me. To hear her talking that way to her Daddy drove me wild. "I love you too, Baby" was all I could say as I took her hands and used them to help myself up. I rested my hands on her hips and pulled them to mine as I began to rub my aching hard on against her.

The warmth and moisture of her bare skin told me she was either very nervous, very excited or both. I lowered my lips to hers and we engaged in another deep sensuous kiss. A hungry, yet gentle and loving kiss. As our tounges entwined I carressed the small of her back with my hands before they began to wander all over the soft bare skin of her back that was now exposed. Holding her firmly I pulled my lips from hers and began to kiss my way down her neck, finding that ever so sensitive spot where her neck and shoulders meet that I found years ago whent playfully tickeling her. My kisses on that spot seemed to have a different effect.

I could feel her hands, at first roaming around my back then to my front, unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it aside.
 
I began melting at Daddy's touch as his hand caress my back, feeling him rubbing his crotch against the front of my body. His kisses, burning deep into my soul, stirring up even more passion that I ever imagined possible. His lips, ahhhhh... how wonderful they felt as they trailed from my lips to that very sensitive area between my neck and shoulders.

My hips began swaying with his, meeting his every movement. My hands rubbing up and down his back, slowly moving to the front of his body between us, unbuttoning his shirt, opening it, looking at Daddy's chest as his lover and not as his baby girl. My fingertips caressing his chest, circling around his nipples, teasing them.... hearing Daddy breathing heavier as I tilt my head sideways giving Daddy access to the area of my body his lips were claiming as his very own.

I felt Daddy's fingers carefully unzipping the rest of my dress, letting it fall to the floor while I raised each leg and gracefully stepped out of it; standing there in nothing now but the red lacey see thru panties, heels and the anklet that Daddy bought me for my birthday.

I stepped back a couple of steps from Daddy, taking his hands in mine, letting his eyes feast on my young and still innocent body. Seeing how my bed was much smaller than his, I whispered: "Daddy, take me to your bedroom and make love to me." Stepping closer to him, wrapping my arms around him and embracing him with one of the most passionate kisses yet, knowing the night was just beginning for the two of us....
 
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