Daughter’s Hidden Desires – A father’s electronic spying unleashes hidden desires

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“You changed already?” She asks, walking to the closet to hang up her dress. She’s not wearing a bra, but I can see the outline of her thong through the yellow nightshirt.

“I figured you’d be a few minutes, so I just changed out here.” I answer, trying not to stare at the bumps her nipples make on the front of her nightshirt.

“You’re quite the daring risk taker.” She jokes as she turns out the light and slips under the covers on her side of the bed. We lie there on our backs for a few minutes, neither of us speaking.

“I had a good time tonight, Don.” Connie says, breaking the silence and thrilling me by continuing to use my first name.

“So did I, Connie.” I answer. “It’s the best evening I’ve had in a long time.” I tell her.

“Thank you.” She says, leaning over towards me. I turn my head towards her, just as she was ready to plant a kiss on my cheek. Our lips meet instead and we just stare at each other for a minute, before Connie kisses me on the lips. “Good night, Don.” She smiles and rolls over away from me.

“Good night, Connie.” I continue to lie on my back, contemplating that kiss until I fall asleep.

I must have moved around some during the night, because I wake up spooned against Connie’s back, with my face buried in her hair, and my arm draped over her waist. I don’t know what time it is, but my cock feels like a typical morning hard-on, and it’s sandwiched between Connie’s ass cheeks. Fuck! I start thinking about how I can move back to my side of the bed, without waking her up. As I lay there surveying my situation, I realize my hand is on her bare stomach. Her nightshirt must have ridden up, which means my pajama covered cock is pressing against her bare ass cheeks, split by the thin material of her thong. These thoughts only manage to arouse my cock even more and I gently lift my arm and start backing my hips away.

“Mmmmm.” Connie objects, covering my hand with hers and placing it back on her stomach. “It’s okay, Don.” She whispers.” Go back to sleep.” She says, as she scoots her ass back against me and wiggles around until my cock is back between her ass cheeks. She pulls my arm more tightly around her, placing my hand just under her bare breasts. I settle back against her warm body, listening to her breathe, feeling her heartbeat against my hand and trying not to hump her ass with my ever hardening cock. I’ve seen her naked a hundred times, never imagining that I’d ever get to touch her, even if it is somewhat chaste.

The next time I wake up, I’m alone in bed and I hear the shower running in the bathroom. I flip onto my back and wonder if I had been dreaming. A few minutes after the shower stops, the bathroom door opens. By looking in the mirror over the dresser, I can see Connie in the bathroom, drying her hair. She’s wearing a red tank top and white shorts and looks like a cover model. When she sees me watching, she smiles. It’s not a seductive, alluring smile, but a big, broad, happy-to-see-you smile. I return hers with a huge smile of my own.

“Do you need to get in here?” She asks, inclining her head towards the toilet, while looking at the tent my cock is making in the sheet.

“I’m okay, if you want to finish your hair.” I tell her, making no attempt to hide my hard-on. I figure at this point, it doesn’t really matter.

When she’s done in the bathroom, I grab my shaving kit and my clothes and head that way. When I walk past her, she touches my arm and lightly kisses my lips.

“Good morning.” She says. “How did you sleep?”

“Great!” I tell her. “How about you.” I ask, as I continue into the bathroom.

“I slept great, too.” She says. “I felt so safe in your arms.” She smiles.

Safe? Safe from what? Safe because she knew I wouldn’t do anything or safe because I’d protect her in a strange place? What an interesting word to use.

We leave our bags with the concierge, and walk around Manhattan for a couple of hours, before catching the train. We start out walking next to each other, then Connie loops her arm through mine for a few blocks and then we end up just holding hands.

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