My dad (True story).. This is my first story. Constructive criticism please 🙂
There is no better feeling than waking up on that first day of summer vacation. Being a sixteen year old girl on the California coast, you live for these days. As I hop out of bed the first thought that enters my mind is catching a wave. I go in the bathroom to brush my teeth and slide into my favorite bikini. Like many girls I stop to admire myself in the mirror. I stand at 5’6″ and weigh around 115 pounds. My breasts aren’t huge, but a nice firm B cup. I think my greatest asset besides my sandy blonde hair and grayish-blue eyes is my firm little ass. Being a volleyball player, boys at school always tend to compliment me on it. I take a quick pee and slip on the bikini and I’m out the door… Or so I think! My father stops me in mid stride at the bottom of the steps.
“Oh Sara dear” I hear my father say.
“Yes daddy” I reply
“Honey I realize you are all jazzed up for summer”… Jazzed up? Whatever… Anyway he continues… “I have a bit of bad news for you” ughhhh…. Here it comes….
“Yes daddy” I reply trying to sound as miserable as possible, but to no avail. He continues…
“Honey your mother won’t be back for a few days from her business trip and unfortunately an old school friend of mine passed. And I know you are almost seventeen, but your mother and I feel it best that you come with me for the calling hours and funeral.” No biggie I think to myself… Perhaps a bit prematurely… As I think this he continues…
“The funeral is in Nevada three days from now”… What the fuck!?! There’s no beach in Nevada!
“Please, please, please don’t make me go daddy!” I beg in a futile attempt. But… Before ya know it. Here we are in my mothers Volvo SUV in eastern California somewhere.
We decide to stop for the night to grab some dinner and get some rest since we were over half way there and my father hates driving at night. We stop and grab a quick meal at some shitty little steakhouse… Good call pops!… And make our way to the nearest, non-roach infested hotel we can find. We check in and head up to the room… Shocker! One freakin’ queen size bed! My father attempts a change but the staff informs him only single bed rooms are left. Whatever… We will make due. My father heads to the bar for a few drinks while I jump in the shower. About two hours goes by and no daddy dearest. I run to the hotel bar and wouldn’t ya know there is dear ole dad talking to some 20 something little slut in a horrible outfit. My father has always been a bit of a ladies man. He is full Sicilian and standing six feet tall is what you would consider tall, dark, and handsome. For some reason I never really noticed it until now how hot he really is. I felt like a jealous girlfriend! I saunter over to him from behind staring the little fake blonde straight in the eyes. I throw my arm around his neck and ask him who the new friend is… Needless to say she melts away into the scenery rather quickly. By the looks of my dad, perhaps one too many. Time to go daddy-o! I escort my father back to our room and tell him (in my “parenting” voice) that it’s time for bed. Like a good little puppy he nods and makes his way to the bathroom. I slip off my flip flops and slide beneath the sheets in my little boy shorts and wife beater. I hear my father start the shower and almost bust his ass getting in… I get a slight chuckle from this as I ask…. “Ya alright in there big guy?”
The response… “Fine… Smart ass!” and then… “Oh shit! Sara can you bring in my body wash for me? It’s in my travel bag.”
“Sure daddy” I reply. That’s when it happened. I walk into the bathroom and it was like I was hit by a bolt of lightning! My father, standing in the shower washing his hair had just given me quite the profile view of him courtesy of the glass shower door. I stood there mesmerized by him. My eyes transfixed on his wet cock. I felt a stir in my pussy. I stood there for what seemed like an eternity before I was snapped back to reality by my fathers voice.
“Hey. Thanks sugar.”
“Ugh… No problem dad” was all I managed to spit out of my tongue tied mouth.
I darted out of the bathroom and back to bed feeling a little embarrassed but a lot more turned on. Under the covers I began to rub slowly on my shaved little mound. While my other hand probed my nipple that sat on top of my tan little B cup breast. God! What was going on? I’m rubbing my pussy and thinking of… My Father!!! I felt kinda confused but a whole lot more aroused. I imagined sucking his soft cock till it was a rock and slowly sliding him in between my tight wet lips. Feeling him sink all the way in until his balls rested on my asshole. God I bet he can fuck like an ani…
“Umm Sara… Is it okay if I come to bed now? Or do you need a few minutes?” Came my fathers voice. Holy shit! Busted finger fucking myself by my dad… In the bed we were about to share!
I stumble to find words… “No it’s okay” I blurted out.
My father climbs on his side of the bed quickly and turns his back. That was extremely awkward but I was soo damn horny I didn’t really care. What I did care about was getting myself off. I waited until I heard my fathers breathing become heavy before sneaking into the bathroom for another play session. What was going on with me? Where did these thoughts come from? I felt kind of twisted but more and more I felt myself becoming obsessed with my father’s cock. I finished my quick finger bang session with a rather disappointing orgasm and climbed back into bed.