It was no secret that my folks were getting up in years, so after decades of sacrifice and dedication, my siblings and I decided to put together a family reunion to honor our parents. My older brother and sister took it upon themselves to do most of the planning, so all that their 46 year old baby brother had to do was basically just show up. That was fine with me. When it came to parties, I had always been the guy in charge of the paper plates and napkins, and was never looked toward to take care of any of the really important details. So after countless emails were sent bouncing around from one coast to the other, the decision was made to hold the reunion in our childhood town, which was luckily just over a hundred miles from where I was living.
The itinerary was planned to the minute, and it filled an entire three day weekend. With only a 6 week notice, I decided to reserve a couple of hotel rooms now, so we wouldn't be left out in the cold later. My son was otherwise occupied with his duties in the military, so it was going to be just my wife, Susan, and our daughter, Sara, joining me for the celebration. A couple of hours online led me to a decent, mid-level hotel, and I booked us two adjoining rooms; both non-smoking and equipped with king size beds. I made the reservation to begin two days early, on Wednesday, as I thought it might be nice to cruise around and share some of my childhood memories with my immediate family. Having satisfied my responsibilities for the event, I sat back, relaxed, and ignored the hundreds of pointless messages that continued to be sent to keep me updated on every little detail of the big party.
Out of the blue, and with only a few days left before we were set to leave, my wife told me that she needed to make some last minute changes to our plans.
"Sorry, Bill. I need to go out of town first thing Tuesday to take care of some things at corporate, so I won't be here on Wednesday to leave with you and Sara. I'll be back on Friday afternoon, so I'll just drive up myself and meet you there Friday evening. I know you wanted to show me around where you grew up, but at least you can still take Sara! Besides, ever since college it seems the only reason she calls you is to ask for money, so it might be nice for you two to spend a little quality time together. I hope you understand!"
"Of course I understand. I knew when I decided to marry a powerful, corporate executive that there would be sacrifices!"
Susan had her usual dead-pan expression in response to my unique sense of humor. "I was a cocktail waitress when we got married. And now I'm just the assistant to the Director of Marketing."
"Exactly" I replied just as straight faced as Susan. My wife rolled her eyes pretending that my humor was lost on her, but the truth is that she is one of the few people who actually got me. "And I'm not nervous at all at the thought of spending two days alone with my teenage daughter, so don't you worry about me! Does she still like 'Chuck-E-Cheese'?"
"She's almost twenty, pops! Just pretend like you're with me and I'm sure you'll be fine!"
Susan left Tuesday morning, and I had just over 24 hours before picking up Sara at the airport, and beginning what was shaping up to be a very long five days. It was important to me to take full advantage of an entire day all by myself, so I slept in, hung out in my boxers while watching daytime television, surfed some porn on the internet, jerked off a couple of times, ordered some pizza, and then finished off a six-pack before finally passing out on the couch. It was, to put it simply, the perfect day.
Even though I enjoyed projecting the image of being an irresponsible slacker, I ran my life quite the opposite, and Wednesday morning I was packed and ready to go when I arrived right on schedule to pick up Sara outside of baggage claim. I was still enjoying the last moments of temporary bachelorhood as I pulled up to the curb, so I thought I'd spend some time studying this unbelievable brunette who was standing all by herself while I waited for my daughter to find me. Her straight brown hair spilled down to just below her shoulders, and her tight black slacks fit perfectly as they clung to the curves of her firm, round ass. Luckily, she made a turn in my direction, and my eyes were instantly drawn to her full chest, which was working hard to pop the buttons off of her tight, white top. My ogling came to an abrupt end, however, when I heard a familiar voice coming from a most surprising place.
"Hi, Daddy!"
When my study in perfection started walking toward me and calling me "Daddy", I had to suddenly reset my brain before I could appropriately greet my daughter.
"Oh, hey, well... Hi, Sara! Wow! Boy do you look great! If you've been focusing as much attention to your studies as you have to your appearance, you must be top of your class!" I was proud of my 'compliment with purpose'.
"Thanks, I think. It's nice to see you too... Are we stopping at home first, or are we driving straight there? I kind of wanted to change before we hit the road." It sounded like I was being given an option, but I knew that I really didn't have a choice.
"Well, I wasn't planning on it, but I suppose we could make a quick stop before we leave. Just don't get mad when you find that your bedroom is now my office!"
"And where is all my stuff?" Less than five minutes, and already she was whining.
"It's probably cluttering up some other poor guys house. But don't worry. Your mother and I kept your diary, and I promise we didn't read one single page." I looked over and gave Sara a smile while trying to stir up a reaction.
"Still cracking yourself up, I see! I almost forgot how funny you think you are! So how long is it until Mom joins us?"
"Fifty-five long hours, sweetheart! Think you can handle it?" I pulled into the driveway but kept the car running. "Now hurry up and change so we can get out of here!"
"Yes sir!" And just like that Sara was running to the house with her bag in hand, undoubtedly prepared to take her time while she changed into something a little more... well, I wasn't really sure what.
The sound of the opening car door awoke me from my unscheduled nap, and Sara threw her bag onto the back seat before once again taking her place as my passenger. Her feet were bare, as were her legs, and her smooth skin was glowing with a healthy tan. Her shorts were as form fitting as her slacks, except that they rode a little lower around her waist. Her school letters were silk screened on the front of her half-shirt, but they were distorted from being stretched too tight across her firm, full chest. Her tan midriff was visible below the short hemline of her top, and her toned abs didn't allow even the slightest roll over the top of her low-riding waistband. If there was an award for having the hottest daughter, I would be a shoe-in.
We shared in comfortable conversation as we started the 150 mile journey, but Sara eventually fell asleep and left me to quietly enjoy some barely audible music from my CD collection. She was still passed out when we arrived at the hotel, so I grabbed and then shook her leg to get her to wake up. Her firm thigh muscles told me that I must be paying for a gym membership, and I was glad to know that at least some of my money was being well spent. We gathered our bags, checked in at the front desk, and made our way up to our rooms. Sara was happy to find that she had her own room, but even so, the first thing she did was prop open the door between them, minimizing our amount of privacy. She tossed her bag onto her bed and then quickly ran into my room to bounce around on mine, messing up the comforter and the tightly tucked in sheets in the process. I had forgotten what an adventure it is to stay in a hotel when you're a teenager and her enthusiasm and youthful energy was all that I needed to remind me.
"It's still nice out, Daddy...Is it O.K. if I go to the pool for a little bit? I don't want to lose my color before the reunion!"
"Sure! And if you don't mind, I think I'll join you. I don't want to lose my color either!"
"Pale is not a color, Dad! Now if you're gonna go with, you better hurry up and change!"
Hurry up and wait was more like it, but I was used to the routine from my years of marriage with my wife. When Sara went back to her room to change, she left the door between our rooms open, and although I couldn't see her, I could hear her rustling around while she put on her suit. I was fiddling with the television remote when she excitedly bounced back into my room.
"C'mon! Let's go!" she pled while pulling at my arm.
"Don't you have a towel or robe or something to cover yourself up with on the way down?"
"No. I had to pack pretty light, and I could only bring just the bare minimum of stuff. But I'm sure you'll protect me if I cause too much of a commotion between here and the pool, so I'm not worried!"
Sara rushed in front of me as we hurried down the hall. The motion from her fast pace caused the lower portion of her bikini bottoms to wedge in between her cheeks, and I could now see that her dark tan covered even those areas that were usually left unseen. The waistline of her swimsuit rose high over her hip bones, and the thin triangle of material up front plunged sharply down before disappearing between her legs. It became clear that her breasts had no need for support, since the bikini top was held in place by only a tiny, elastic band which barely kept the two triangles of material in place. Sara was bouncing from one foot to the next as we stood together in the air conditioned elevator, and even the jet black swimsuit couldn't hide her nipples as they became visibly stiff and started to press out against the thin fabric. While I stood there trying not to admire my 19 year old daughter, I wondered if this is what Susan meant by 'quality time'.
I was happy to see that the pool was deserted, and the privacy allowed Sara and I to splash around and dunk each other like we did when she was still a kid. After a few minutes in the pool, Sara decided to lie out and capture the last of the day's sun. Her wet bikini clung to her skin as she walked out of the water, and it could no longer conceal the delicate landscape underneath. Sara was unconcerned with her appearance as she walked carefully across the wet pool deck, and I looked up to the windows surrounding the courtyard wondering if anyone else was watching my daughter. She stretched out on a reclining chair, rested her head on a folded up towel she had found, and let the sun dry both her suit and her skin. I spent the next hour nodding in and out, and was relieved when Sara finally decided she was ready to eat.
Once back in our rooms, we agreed that we both wanted to shower before finding a nice restaurant to have dinner at. I grabbed my toiletries and closed myself into the large, nicely appointed bathroom. I shaved my face before stepping into the oversized, 2 person whirlpool bath, and I proudly maintained control over my pending erection while I washed off the day's activities. The jetted tub wasn't mentioned in any of the descriptions of the rooms, and I knew my wife would appreciate the surprise. I had to leave the steamy bathroom to dry myself off, so I wrapped a towel around my waist while I unpacked a pair of slacks and a light cotton, button up shirt from my suitcase. I was dressed and ready to go in less than ten minutes, and while sitting in front of the television I began to wonder what Sara's ETA might be.
I stood up from the bed and walked toward the open privacy door. While standing well within the boundaries of my room, I poked my head through the adjoining doorway to ask my daughter for an approximate ready time. I was left silent when I saw her leaning over her bed, completely naked except for the towel that was wrapped around her head. She was singing to the music that was crackling out from the small, bedside clock radio and was totally focused on the clothes she was pawing through, unaware of the fact that her dad was standing there watching her.
Her breasts were hanging almost motionless as she pulled her clothes from her bag. Her small nipples were still hard, and they helped bring the smooth curves of her boobs up to a focused point. Her sun darkened skin was uninterrupted by tan lines, and her toned stomach led the way down to her smooth, cleanly shaved pussy. For just a split second it felt like I was looking at my wife, way back when we were still young and carefree. I managed to escape from the doorway without being noticed, and in my shameful arousal I decided to sit quietly and wait for as long as it takes. The image of Sara was fixed in my brain, and even though the T.V. was on in front of me, I had no idea what was lighting up the screen.
My trance was broken when Sara finally entered my room. I assumed that she was still not ready to go, since all she was wearing was a sheer, lacey bra and matching thong panties. Unable to find a solution to what seemed like quite a problem, she stood before me to ask for my guidance. I forced myself to look her straight in her eyes while we talked.
"Daddy, would you mind if I wore the same outfit that I had on when you picked me up at the airport? I really wasn't able to pack a whole lot of nighttime clothes, so basically it's the only thing I have that I can wear for dinner."
I thought the outfit she was standing there in was perfect, but decided that even jokingly it would be a pretty inappropriate thing to say. "I wouldn't mind, honey, as long as it doesn't stink! I mean it was pretty warm today, and I know how sweaty you can get!"
"Ya, right! Nobody stinks as much as you! How do you think I found you when I was waiting at the airport?" She was initially proud of her quick comeback, but then stopped short with a concerned look on her face. "Dad... you're not really serious, are you? Do you really think I stink?"
"No, I was only teasing. You know that. Now go get yourself dressed before I decide to order some pizza. I'm starving!" I forgot how sensitive a teenage girl can be, and felt guilty that I let my kidding around go a little too far.
I waited until she turned away before I let my eyes wander, and I immediately focused on her ass as she walked back into her room. The thong of her panties was barely visible between her tight, little butt cheeks, and as I watched her I wondered if she was purposefully teasing me, and maybe even enjoying herself a bit, while she was putting on her little show. I patiently sat on my bed and began thinking about my wife, and it helped me to remember that this goddess I am with is actually my adorable, little daughter, and not some sexual fantasy brought to life. Sara finally came back into my room dressed and ready to go, and when I looked in her eyes I once again saw the unmistakable sparkle of my beautiful little princess.
We found a nice steakhouse to eat at, and we joked back and forth while we waited in the crowded entryway for a table. I watched as almost guy around us admired the young beauty at my side. Sara took it in stride having gotten used to receiving a lot of attention, but I was a little surprised and put off by the constant stares she had provoked. She could tell I was bothered, and she grabbed my hand to try and reassure me.
"They're only looking, dad. It's just what guys do. I don't think they can even control it! I'm sure you still look at women from time to time."
I relaxed a little when she made me remember that while picking her up at the airport, I too was checking Sara out before realizing that she was my daughter. Knowing what they were thinking, however, made me tense back up.
"I only look at your mother. That's my story and I'm sticking with it!"
"Too bad, I bet there are a lot of women who would really get off catching you checking them out!" Apparently my daughter aced the class, 'Stroking Your Father's Ego - 101'.
"Ya right! Women hate it when guys stare at them!" It was a lesson I learned the hard way many years ago.
"They say they do, but actually it's quite flattering. Think about it, if a woman is out with a bunch of girlfriends, don't you think she would prefer that it was her that was getting whistled at?" It seemed that she had aced her Debate class as well.
"I guess you're right. But it's just different when it's my daughter being leered at."
"Maybe if they think we're a couple it might stop some of them from looking." She then grabbed my arm and leaned in close to me, completing her facade with a kiss on my cheek. She then raised her voice a little to make sure she could be heard. "Patience, my dear, I'm sure they'll have our table ready soon. Just make sure you save room for dessert when we get back to our room!"
She winked at me and I responded with a slap to her butt, wondering if any of her admirers believed the act she had just put on for them. We remained standing close together while arm-in-arm, and I proudly ushered my date into the dining room when we were finally called for our table. We took our time eating, and we talked non-stop up until the restaurant was ready to close. I left a generous tip on the table to apologize for hanging around so long, and we walked all the way to the car without seeing any other customers.
It was very late when we finally got back to the hotel, and we were both exhausted when we each stumbled into our separate rooms. I turned out the light and stripped down to my boxers before crawling in between the cool bed sheets. Sara's light was still on, and I could hear her moving around as she got ready to go to sleep. Though my eyes were closed I could tell when her room had become dark, and I lied there feeling relieved that we were getting along so well, and that we were still very relaxed and comfortable together.
Not yet completely asleep, I opened my eyes when I felt something disturb my bed, and I was surprised to see Sara leaning over me trying to see if I was still awake. I turned to look at her and she jumped back a little when I moved.
"What's up, honey? Can't sleep?"
"I guess not. I just have a lot on my mind."
My eyes adjusted to the light and I began to see my daughter more clearly. All she was wearing was a loose fitting tank top that ended just below her waist, and she seemed unconcerned as she stood there wearing nothing else. Deciding that she might want to talk for a bit, she took a seat at the corner of my bed with one foot tucked under her and the other foot hanging off the side. Her hairless mound was in full view, and I hoped that the cloak of darkness would hide my uncontrollable staring. Both the neckline and arm holes of her tank top were stretched out and hanging down low, leaving her tits in full view as she moved and stretched while she made herself comfortable.
"Are you gonna share your troubles, Sara, or are you just gonna sit there naked at the end of my bed?" I figured I would be as bold with my words as she was being with her immodesty.
"Naked? I'm wearing a shirt! Is this bothering you? I mean...well I guess I really didn't even think about it..."
"No, it doesn't bother me", I said lying. "I guess I just need to get used to being around my daughter again. It's been a while since you've been home, and to be honest, you have changed quite a bit."
"Changed how?" Sara leaned over and crawled across the bed, finally lying on her side facing me with her hand propping up her head. Her loose shirt had fallen away, and it left one of her tits completely exposed. She held her legs tightly together, and it caused a slight bulge around the thin, bare slit that extended up from her hidden pussy. Her unconscious exhibitionism was causing my bulge to become a little more than slight, and I was glad that it was concealed under the messiness of the comforter.
"Well, you've become much more mature, graceful, self-confident, and, well, womanly." I chose my words carefully, and I thought it sounded a lot better than telling her that she was nothing short of every man's sexual desire.
"You don't think I'm ugly?"
"Hell..., I mean heck no! Why would you think that? Especially with all the attention that you obviously get! Trust me Sara, you are anything but ugly!"
"Well, I guess I just feel so plain around the other girls at school. They're always wearing these cute little outfits and acting all special, and sometimes I just sit and cry when I'm getting dressed in the morning! It's just not fair!" Sara punched her fist down on the bed and her chest taunted me while it jiggled in response.
"Is that all? Well we still have a whole day together tomorrow. How about I take you to the mall and we get you all fixed up with some things that are a little more appropriate for a sexy little coed like yourself!"
"Thanks, Daddy! I love you!" Sara threw herself on top of me and gave me a tight hug through the thickness of the comforter. Then, after a quick kiss on my cheek, she jumped up and disappeared into her room. I could barely make out her ass through the darkness, but I saw it perfectly when I closed my eyes, which only added to my inability to fall asleep. After a fair amount of tossing and turning I reached down and grabbed my cock, guiltily finding some fast relief while I thought about my daughter's uninhibited display. I fell asleep soon after, and I didn't wake up until the sunlight began to stream in through the small opening between the shades.
I got up, emptied my bladder, and put on a pair of sweats before going to check on my daughter. I wandered into her room to see that her curtains were already open, the tank top she was wearing last night was lying crumpled on her bed, and there was a thin strip of light coming out from her partially opened bathroom door. I walked over and knocked to let her know I was there and I waited for her response.
"Good morning, Daddy! You can come in if you want!"
I pushed open the door and saw Sara sitting in the same kind of tub that I had in my room. It was full of bubbles, and the jets were whirring as they continuously stirred up the hot water she was soaking in. She smiled, grabbed up a hand full of bubbles, then threw them toward, and hitting me right on the front of my sweatpants.
"Ha-ha! It looks like you had a little accident, pops! "
"I'll show you a little accident!" I reached down through the bubbles and into the water to splash some up at her face, but in doing so my hand grazed over her chest. I could feel my fingers lightly run over her breast and then flick across her stiff nipple. I immediately realized my mistake and I jumped back completely embarrassed. "I am so sorry, Sara! I didn't mean to do that!"
"It's O.K. Dad. No biggy, really. I promise I won't tell Mom that you felt me up!" Her shitty little grin let me know that she now had one over me. "So, are we still going shopping today?"
"Yes, just as soon as you are ready, so probably sometime this afternoon! I think I'll go downstairs and grab some muffins and juice while you finish in here, since I can be ready and out the door in a matter of minutes!" She gave me a thumbs-up and I excused myself, leaving the door cracked open just like I found it. I stopped to look in the vanity mirror that was just outside the bathroom, and I could see Sara in the tub through the reflection. She sat up to put her back against one of the jets, and the top of her chest rose out of the water leaving a fluffy mound of bubbles spilling down slowly into her cleavage. I decided to leave her room before I saw too much, and I made sure to change out of my wet sweats before going to get us some breakfast.
I returned from the hotel lobby with a disappointing assortment of muffins and juice boxes, and I set them on the small corner table by the window before alerting Sara that I was back.
"Honey! Breakfast! Get it while it's..., well, come and get it!"
Sara immediately walked through the partition doorway to see what I brought for us to eat. Her hair was already dry and her makeup was complete, but the robe she was wearing suggested she was still struggling with deciding what to wear. Her robe had short sleeves and a short hem, and the loops that were meant to hold the belt around her waist were empty and unused. She relied on her hand to keep her robe closed, but her carelessness kept her anything but covered up. With one hand holding a muffin and the other grasping a carton of orange juice her robe fell open, and it was now the responsibility of her ample cleavage to keep the sides from opening even further and exposing her entire chest. Though her tits remained covered, she was exposed from her belly button down, and I could make out the faint appearance of tan lines surrounding her pussy, that she must have got while lying out when we first arrived.
"Thanks Daddy! I promise I'll be ready by the time you are! I was just trying to find something to wear that would be easy to change in and out of."
"And you decided on your robe? Well, I guess that would work, but mall security might stop us before we make it into any of the stores! At least now I know what to wear so we can match!"
"You just keep cracking yourself up Dad... But seriously, I am thinking I might not wear a bra because I really don't want to keep bothering with it all day."
"Well if you're not going to wear one, than neither am I! May I ask if we are still wearing underwear?"
"I know I am, you weirdo! But I have no idea about you!" Half annoyed, Sara bounced back to her room and left me so I could go take a shower.
The hot, pulsing water felt very relaxing, and I tried to think about my wife as I soaped up my body. Sara kept coming into my mind instead, and while I stroked my cock I imagined her robe sliding down off her shoulders, leaving her standing completely naked in front of me. In no time at all I was shooting my load onto the shower wall, and I was still breathing heavy when I finally turned off the water. When I stepped out of the tub I realized that I had left the bathroom door cracked open just like Sara's was, and I prayed that she didn't sneak a peek at me like her perverted father did to her.
I was quickly dressed and I walked in on Sara just as she was pulling on a pair of light cotton pants. I caught a glimpse of her small lacey panties before she stood up to zip them closed. Her top had a high neckline and was held up by two thin straps over her shoulders. It expanded out over her chest, and then tightened back up just under her ribcage, leaving her flat, tan stomach exposed. Being that she said she would be braless, it seemed like the perfect shirt to wear for our shopping trip. I was excited to spend the day walking around the mall with my sexy little girl, and I knew I was going to enjoy the envious looks from all the men who happened to cross our path while we were there.
We got to the mall just after it opened, and for a weekday morning it was already surprisingly busy. We decided start at Macy's before hitting up the smaller, louder, trendier stores. Sara made a bee-line to the young miss department, and she was carrying an armful of dresses in a matter of minutes. We found the changing rooms, and she told me not to move while she was trying them all on. She came out into the store every few minutes to let me get a look at the ones she deemed suitable, and would spin around to model them before going back to try on the next. She decided to get only one, and Sara was unwilling to model the dress for me that had really caught my eye, telling me that her robe covered up more than that "trashy little thing" did. Although I was denied, I still had my imagination, and there was an unexplained grin on my face when I paid for her dress and we continued back out into the mall.
Despite being land-locked for miles and miles in every direction, we managed to stumble upon a surf type clothing store, and Sara pulled me away from the men's side so I could escort her through the women's half. I followed my daughter while carrying her Macy's bag, and she walked around scooping up an assortment of summer type outfits. Not a moment too soon we made it to the back of the store where we finally ended up in front of the dressing rooms. There were no separate fitting rooms for the guys and girls, and the small cubicles were covered by loose, sliding curtains that ended about two feet above the floor. The attendant was more concerned with his texting than his customer service, and after finally realizing that we were there he showed Sara to the first, and most visible, fitting room. He pulled the curtain closed, and I was left to watch the lower half of her legs as she moved around behind it.
She turned around a couple of times before I saw her pants slide to the floor, standing still for a moment before lifting her feet to pull on a pair of shorts. She came out looking like a model in her matching top and shorts, and I knew my credit card was in trouble when she nodded at me in approval after already deciding to buy the very first thing she tried on.
She continued her fashion show, and she made more than one girl mad when their boyfriends were distracted by her posing and modeling. There was a three-way mirror standing just outside the changing rooms, and she took her time looking at herself from every angle before moving to the next outfit. With one more shirt to try on, Sara didn't quite close the curtain all the way shut, and I could see her backside through the thin opening as she removed her clothes, put them back on their hangers, and then slip the last garment on over her head. Instead of putting her pants back on she peeked at me from inside the room, boldly came out wearing just the shirt and her small panties, and then teasingly cocked her hip before jumping back behind the curtain. I looked around but couldn't tell if anyone had caught a glimpse of her daring little exhibition. When she finally came out of the fitting room her arms were full of 'keepers', and she batted her eyes at me while she waited for an answer.
"Just get what you want!" I said, not even vaguely aware of what the damage might be.
She then looked down at the bundle in her arms and pulled out a pair of shorts. "These made my butt look fat!" and she set them aside before ushering me to the cashier. I pulled out my credit card and without looking at the total I scribbled my name on the receipt. Sara handed me the overstuffed bag and I followed her back into the mall.
The next store was much like the last except that it was strictly for women, and there was an entire wall filled with nothing but swimsuits. Sara rushed over, pulled off a matching top and bottom, and was already in the dressing rooms before I was able to catch up. She came out wearing a white, barely there bikini, and it was decorated with some sort of indiscernible lettering across the front.
"I saw this in a magazine and it is totally hot! Can I please, please, pretty please get it?"
"Are you actually gonna wear it?" I asked, alluding to the lack of tan lines on her sun darkened body.
"Of course I'll wear it! I'll even wear it this afternoon at the pool, I promise!"
"O.K. ", is what I said out loud, but "Only if no one else is around" is what I was really thinking. After failing to convince the clerk that the bikini was off the clearance rack, I crammed another charge receipt into my wallet and we continued on our way.
A few stores down Sara found a Victoria's Secret, and she walked in without any kind of warning ahead of time. I kept my eyes on the floor as I followed her around, not noticing what items she had picked out before heading off to try them on. I stood there alone and uncomfortable before being approached by one of the young, attractive clerks.
"Are you Bill?" she asked, already certain that I was. "Sara asked if you could go to her room so she can show you something. Please follow me."
I walked down the row of dressing rooms, and the clerk pointed out Sara's before turning to leave. I waited until she was out of my sight to knock on the door, and then Sara peeked out to make sure I was alone before opening it further. She stood there in a white, totally sheer bra, with matching underwear pulled up over her own. Her nipples were completely visible through the fabric, and they were held flat against her breasts even though they were both rock hard. She raised her arms to lift up her long, dark hair with both hands, and then tilted her head while flashing me her brilliant smile.
"It's a set, and it's pretty expensive, but I really don't have any nice underwear. I promise I'll do anything you want if I can get these!" Her sparkling smile then turned into a wicked grin.
I didn't know what she had in mind, but it didn't really matter anyway. "Get two sets", I offered. "One to show and one to go is what I always say!"
She gave me a hug and kiss right there, but I couldn't enjoy it wondering if anyone was watching our less than acceptable spectacle. I left the dressing rooms and took my place back in the store, but I didn't feel at ease until Sara returned to join me. I was determined not to make eye contact with the staff while we checked out, and I felt like I successfully avoided embarrassment when we finally left the store. As we made our way back through the mall, I was relieved to hear Sara suggest that we cut our shopping trip short and go swim for a couple of hours while the sun was still shining over the pool. After a short walk to the car, I stuffed the shopping bags into the small trunk and we hurried back to the hotel.
Sara rushed into her room and quickly stripped down to her panties before realizing that I was still carrying the bags. When I walked in I found her standing with her hands covering over her bare chest, and she was sporting a look of foolishness on her face.
"O.K., hand 'em over!" she demanded without lowering her arms.
"So you're gonna wear your new suit right now?"
"I told you I would! Now could you please leave so I can get dressed? I'm a little shy, you know." she said with a cute smile.
"Sorry, dear. I forgot." There are a lot of things we pass on to our kids, and I was happy to see that I passed along my humor.
I was just pulling up my trunks when Sara walked through the door, and she unconsciously watched me while I loosely tied the laces at the waistband. She walked around my room proudly and seemed to enjoy displaying herself, feeling very confident in her stylish new purchase. I had to bite my tongue, and I didn't say one concerned, fatherly word when we left our rooms and headed for the pool.
The patio was un-shaded and the cement deck was already hot. Sara said she was going to lay out for a while, but that she first needed to cool off with a quick dip. She slipped into the water then stepped right back out, and except for the small letters scattered across the front, the white bikini had become almost completely transparent against her flawless skin. She seemed to be unaware of this slight defect in her suit, and I didn't mention it not wanting to sound like an over-protective parent. While it was wet the bikini left every bit of her body totally visible, right down to the defined folds of her hairless mound. As I looked her over I was left once again fighting to control my impending erection.
"I'll be right back, honey. I'm gonna go get my laptop so I can do some work while we're down here."
She looked up at me and nodded, and I made a fast retreat to the solitude of my room. I walked in and immediately stripped off my shorts, then fell across the bed and started stroking my already stiff cock. Sara was driving me nuts, but I controlled my urges and paced myself as my brain slowly crafted a detailed, incestuous fantasy.
I imagined standing in the shower, and being suddenly surprised by my naked daughter when she walks in unannounced to join me. I began to think about freely exploring her amazing body, first with my touch, then with my mouth, and all the while enjoying the feeling of her firm, soapy grip around my unyielding erection. My thoughts took a dangerous turn when I fantasized about her turning around and pressing her firm ass against me, and then bending her over to allow the tip of my cock to slide along her bare, slick pussy. That was all it took to send me over the edge, and I slowly returned to reality as my body released yet another full load. Remembering that I was only supposed to be gone long enough to retrieve my laptop, I quickly went into the bathroom to clean myself up. Still naked, I walked back out into the room, and was startled to see Sara standing quietly next to my bed. I cupped my hands over my now soft cock, and she stood there facing me seemingly un-phased by the sight of her naked father in front of her.
"Umm... You caught me!" I said while grasping for an explanation. "I was just changing my shorts. Why did you come back up?"
"Well, right after you left this guy came over and was just standing over me acting a little weird and asking me a bunch of questions, like who was I here with, what room was I in, if I wanted to go have some drinks with him, crap like that. He just kept staring down at me and it made me feel sort of nervous and uncomfortable, so I decided to just come back up."
"I'm glad you did. I'm sorry if he scared you. I shouldn't have left you alone." My hands were still covering my nakedness, and I was wondering if Sara was going to say anything about it.
"Don't worry dad, it's not your fault. Some guys are just creeps like that. And by the way, I was thinking that maybe tonight we could go and get some take out, and eat dinner here and watch a movie or something. We've been out all day, and it sounds kinda nice to not have to worry about getting all dressed up and be able to just lie around for a while. That is unless you already had other plans?" Sara continued to look at me as she spoke, and I continued to cover myself up.
"That actually sounds really nice honey."
"Cool! And now, since you're obviously not going to thrill me with an accidental hand slip or anything, I guess I'll put something on so we can go get our dinner. But before I go to my room, even though I'm your daughter, let me just say that you have a really nice body! And judging by the reflection in the vanity mirror behind you, my daddy has a totally hot butt!" She was already blushing when she turned and ran into her room, and I just stood there for a moment grinning from her unexpected comment.
Sara stayed by herself in her room while she doddled around getting dressed. It was about 45 minutes before she came to get me, and she looked so good it was a shame that we were just going for take-out. Her outfit was one we had just bought, and it was still covered with creases from being folded up on the store shelves.
"I didn't see an iron anywhere, I hope I look O.K."
"Picture perfect, sweetheart, are you ready to go?"
"Yep, and I'm sorry about what I said before, you know, about your body and stuff..."
"You are? Well I'm sorry to hear that. It's the nicest thing anyone's said to me in a long time!" I was relieved that some of the inappropriate attention had gone the other way, and I could easily sympathize with her embarrassment.
"I guess I mean that I'm sorry in the sense that I was embarrassed that I said it, and not in the sense that I didn't mean it. Does that make sense?"
"Uh... sure Sara, and thanks for clarifying that for me... I think..." There was so much more I wanted to say, but I decided to just let it drop instead. It wasn't until we were in the car that she finally began to feel relaxed again.
We found a chain-type Chinese place not far from the hotel, and we were loaded up with plenty of food and drinks when we got back to the room. We shared our meals while we ate, and I let Sara have a beer that she had no trouble finishing by the end of dinner. While we repackaged our leftovers, Sara changed our small talk to something a little more deliberate.
"So when you and mom are sitting around the house together relaxing, what do you usually wear?"
"Well, I guess my boxers and maybe a t-shirt. No shirt if it's hot out. Why?"
"I just wanted you to be able to be comfortable for the movie, and not have to worry that you were with your daughter." Sara grabbed the bag of half-full food cartons and put them into my room's mini-fridge. Then she turned to go into her room. "So now that I know, I expect to see you in your best briefs and tightest 'T' when I get back!"
Looking forward to just lying there and more-than-likely falling asleep, I readily complied with her request. I cued up a movie from the hotel's pay-per-view list, turned off all but the small lamp on the corner table, grabbed another beer, and then reclined on the bed while waiting for my daughter. Instead of walking in to join me, she just shyly peeked out her head from inside her room.
"Daddy, I feel kind of bad, because I got something today that I didn't tell you about. I always wanted something like this, but I never had one. I've been feeling like I lied to you, so I decided to tell you and show you what I got. I hope you're not mad..."
She was still peering at me through the doorway while she waited to see if I would be upset. I tried to sound stern as I prodded her for more information. "I was pretty much at your side the whole time we were shopping. What could you have snuck by me?"
"Well you weren't really paying much attention at Victoria's Secret, and I found something and tried it on without you knowing. The bra and panty set wasn't really that expensive, I just wanted to hide the cost of this other thing." I was crazy with curiosity, but I tried to remain parent-like as she confessed her deception.
"If you knew it was something that bad young lady, then maybe you shouldn't have gotten it. Especially if you thought that I wouldn't approve. I didn't know that Victoria's Secret had anything that would be considered objectionable... So are you gonna show me what I bought for you, or are you just gonna keep on hiding it from me."
I thought she was holding the garment in her hand, but instead she had it on. Sara walked into my room and slowly stepped toward me as I was sitting upright while leaning back against the bed pillows. Although she was cast with shadows from the lamp and television, I could easily see what she was wearing.
"What do you think? Do I look like a tramp? I'll take it back if you want me too. I'm really sorry for lying to you, daddy!"
Sara was about 5 feet from the side of my bed, and she held her arms straight at her side while her eyes were fixed down toward the floor. Although I usually wouldn't have stared at her while she looked like this, she was now giving me permission to thoroughly inspect her, and I felt obligated to take a good, hard look.
She was dressed in a one-piece teddy, and it had a deep v-neck with high rising sides up from her hips. It was a light pink, loose fitting sheer material, and her naked body was completely exposed underneath. Her nipples were just a shade darker than her nightie, and the two hard little pebbles shot straight out from her full, weightless breasts. The only part of the outfit that was pulled tight was at her crotch, and the see-through fabric followed along her thin separation before extending up to cover her flat stomach.
"Turn around, let me see the back."
"There's really nothing there, dad." She was still looking down.
"Well, I paid for it, so I guess I should see it." I sounded upset, but I was really enjoying myself much more than I should.
Sara turned away from me and then stopped to let me see her back. She was right. There was basically nothing there. A string rose up from between her tight cheeks, and it connected to a couple of other strings that held the material up front in place. She clenched the muscles in her ass a couple times while she stood there, and then turned back around for my decision.
"First, if you had asked me, I'm sure I would've said 'yes', so there really wasn't any reason for you to hide this from me." I continued to look her over while I presented my case. "Second, you don't look like a tramp. There's nothing wrong with a woman wanting to look sexy. And three, before I give my approval, where, or with whom, did you plan on wearing this little outfit?"
Sara lifted her head and looked at me before answering my question. "To be honest, I didn't really have any idea when I would wear it. I just wanted it. It seemed like something a girl would get when she wasn't a kid anymore. And I feel like I'm not a kid now. So... is it O.K.?" Her face was now showing a bright smile.
"Ya..., it's O.K. Just promise that you won't show your mother. She'll be pissed that I didn't buy one for her!"
"Maybe you should! Then she and I could match... and then maybe we could have some hot mother and daughter pictures taken..." Sara began to strike some poses while imagining the possibility. "What do ya think? Would she go for it?"
"You'd have to be the one to convince her to do that! I can't even get her to show me the picture on her driver's license! Now is that what you're planning on wearing, or are you gonna change into something less comfortable?" I didn't want Sara to change, but I was curious about what the alternative might be.
"Actually, I was planning on wearing my pajamas. If you can wait one more second, I'll go change real quick. And, if I get you another beer, can I have one too?" At that point she could have asked for her own platinum charge card and I would have said yes.
"That sounds fair to me! Just hurry up!"
Sara was gone for less than a minute before she walked back in. It was then I found out that her pajamas were the same stretched out tank top she was wearing last night, and just like then, she wore nothing else along with it. She stopped to grab a couple of beers from the fridge, and when she bent over to reach down inside, I could clearly see her pussy peeking out from beneath her delicious ass. With beers in hand she closed the small door, stood up, and then walked over and jumped onto the bed beside me. Like me, she positioned herself with her back against the pillows, stretched out her legs, and then cracked open and handed one of the beers to me before opening up her own. She decided to bend up one her legs at the knee, and when I looked over I was once again given an unobstructed view of her smooth, clean, pink pussy. One of her shoulder straps had already fallen down her arm, and her nipple, which was now soft, was peeking out above the sagging neckline.
"Why even bother wearing anything at all, Sara?" I asked without trying to hide the fact that I had noticed her near nakedness.
"Well, since you said you were going to wear your boxers, I figured I should probably have something on to. Actually, I'd prefer to just lie here in the buff and cover myself with a sheet or something. That's how I like to relax." Sara took a couple of big gulps from her beer and waited for me to respond.
"Fine, however you want to get comfortable is fine with me." She then instantly jumped off the bed and started toward her room. "What are you doing?" I yelled after her. Sara came back as quickly as she left, and her answer became obvious.
She was stark naked, and she walked to the corner table to turn off the lamp before returning to the bed. I caught a glimpse of her while she was lit up when reaching under the lamp shade, but I turned my eyes away when she returned to my side. She slipped under the sheet beside me, and then she motioned with her hand to tell me to start the movie. Full from dinner, a little woozy after a couple of beers, and tired from the long day, I fell asleep almost immediately, which I assumed I would when I closed my eyes with the start of the opening credits.
I woke up around 7:30 a.m. with the television still on and displaying the latest selection of available movies. Sara was lying in the bed next to me, curled up on her side, naked, with the bed sheet pushed down to just above her knees. I got up, and then pulled up the sheet to cover her before getting dressed to go down and get another one of the complimentary breakfasts. I was thinking enough to bring my cell phone, and received a call from Susan while I was in the hotel lobby.
"Hi Bill! We were done early, and I got home late last night, so I left this morning and I should get up to the hotel to join you two in about an hour or so! I can't wait to see you and be able to relax for a few days!"
"Perfect! I'll tell Sara when I get back to the room. You can tell me all about your week when you get here. Drive safe and I'll see ya' soon! Love you!" I was anxious to get Susan off the phone and get back upstairs to prepare for her. I barely heard her say "Love you too!" when I was flipping the phone closed.
I got back to my room, and Sara was still lying on the bed. She was watching some morning news show, and seemed perfectly comfortable as she sat there with her hands clutching the top of the sheet that was now pulled to just above her waist. Her bare, exposed C-cups were unaffected by gravity, and they remained planted firmly on her chest even though she was leaning back. Her dark pink nipples were relaxed, and I paused for a second while thinking of all the things I could do to bring them back to attention.
"Good morning Sara!" I said enthusiastically trying to offer a little motivation. "Your mom called and said she's gonna be here in less than an hour, so maybe you could eat while you're getting dressed?"
"But I thought we were gonna have the whole day with just us? I was just thinking about what we could spend our time doing together!"
"Well, now it's going to be the three of us, so you better get yourself ready, K?" I began to feel a little panicked thinking about Susan walking in to find Sara naked in my bed. "Why don't you come get a muffin and some juice and then take a quick shower or something?"
Sara got up out of the bed and casually walked over to me, and then stood there naked as she carefully picked out a pastry and beverage. She was pouting when she turned away to go to her room, and she refused to look at me as she left.
"I think I'll go to the pool when she gets here so you two can be alone for a little bit. Hopefully it will be early enough so no one will be there to bother me. I need to get rid of these tan lines on my back, anyway." she said while disappearing into her room.
"Just as long as you're wearing something when she gets here..." is all I thought after watching her shake her ass at me while walking away.
I was wearing a nice pair of shorts and a polo shirt when Susan arrived. Sara had stayed confined in her room while she waited for her mom, and she rushed back over when she heard Susan walk in. She was in her new bikini, and her mother was surprised by how much her daughter had changed since she'd seen her last.
"Good God, Sara! Look at you! When did this happen?"
"During college, I guess!" She stepped away from Susan's hug and let her mom admire her some more.
"Well if I knew you had become centerfold material, I would have never sent you off alone with your father! I hope he behaved himself!" she said looking toward me with a wink.
"All except for his bad jokes!" Sara interjected. "How do you put up with it, Mom?"
"Well, I figure if your dad can put up with my little quirks, I can do the same! So what's up with the bikini?" I was glad her question didn't dig any deeper into the activities of the last two days.
"I'm gonna go lie out at the pool for a little bit and work on my tan. Maybe you and dad could come down after you settle in?"
"Maybe, but right now all I want to do is get cleaned up. I haven't taken a shower since yesterday morning!"
Sara gave me a forced, almost jealous smile before heading off down to the pool, and I was looking forward to getting some relief from my built up frustration while alone with my wife. Susan excused herself to the bathroom and then yelled out to me with a sound of excitement.
"Hey! A whirlpool bathtub! I know the first thing that I'm doing!" And with that I heard the sound of the water as it began to splash against the bottom of the empty tub. Susan stayed in the bathroom while it filled, and she started up the jets just after the water had gotten deep enough to cover them. Her over-exaggerated sounds of relaxation began right after she tightly closed off the faucet. "Hey Bill? Why don't you come in here and we can talk about our weeks!"
I entered the bathroom and looked down at Susan while she relaxed in the churning water. Unlike Sara, she wasn't hidden by any soapy bubbles, and I began to take notice of the similarities between the two of them while we talked. They shared a matching bra size, and although my wife was showing the effects of two kids and a few more years, her breasts were still full, and they looked great under the buoyancy of the bathwater. Her small tummy helped to add a sexy curve to her midriff, and while she kept her bush trimmed, it was still full and dark enough to conceal her wonderful pussy underneath. Feeling unashamed as I stared at my wife, my cock began stirring in my shorts while I watched the jets tease her nipples as they forced streams of warm water across her chest.
"So honey, how was your week at corporate? Did you get everything done that you needed to?" I wanted to keep the conversation focused on her as much as possible.
"Sure... but I'm glad that Rory decided to come with. It was because of him that I got done early. If he wasn't there it would have been hell..." Susan closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the tub. "I wish the trip had been better planned, but I guess it's pretty typical for that place..." Susan grabbed the small bar of soap from the corner of the tub and began to rub it over her naked, submerged body.
Rory is her boss, the Director of Marketing, and she talks about him a lot whenever we discuss her work. I've never met him, but from what I've learned he's divorced, black, about five years older than me, and he often leaves the office early to go play in his league football and baseball games. Apparently he has spent the last 8 years working hard to move up through the ranks of the corporation, and according to Susan he's the best boss in the whole world.
"What was wrong with the planning?" I asked her while sitting and shifting on the closed toilet seat.
"Well, since Rory decided to go at the last minute we only had one room reserved, so we ended up having to share it while we were there. It was pretty close quarters, but we managed to stay out of each others way. At least there were two beds. Otherwise it could have been a little awkward." She then opened her eyes and looked up me smiling while still moving the soap over her skin.
I started to think about the last few days I spent sharing a hotel room with my daughter and began to feel a little uneasy about Susan's trip. I tried to ask questions that wouldn't reveal my growing sense of concern.
"It must have been tough having to be around your boss the entire time. I hope you got to use the shower first in the morning. I know you like to take your time getting ready."
"No. He was up and out the door before I even got out of bed. He likes to always be the first one at the office. It was really very nice to have the room to myself each morning. I didn't have to worry about keeping myself covered!" Susan threw her arms up over her head when she said that, and the small bar of soap slipped out of her hand and slid under the vanity. "Oh well! I was done anyway! Can you help me out so I don't break my neck?"
"Of course, my lady..." I said while reaching down and offering my hand to her. I pulled her to her feet, and she pressed her wet body against me while giving me a long, passionate kiss.
"Follow me kind sir..." Susan then walked out of the bathroom gesturing with her finger for me to follow along, and then she stopped when she got to the side of the bed. "Why don't you get out of those damp clothes and come join me?" She then fell onto the bed, landing on her back with her arms spread out and her feet still on the floor.
I stripped out of my clothes and climbed onto the bed next to her, lying against her body while running my fingers across her chest. Her nipples sprung to attention, and I noticed that they were a little bigger, and a little darker, than our daughter's. She started back with her week's activities while I continued to fondle her bare breasts.
"So I really enjoyed having the freedom in the mornings to walk around carefree, and to be able to wait until the last minute before putting on my clothes. It kinda helped to make up for the hassle I went through at night." Susan joined her hands with mine as she began to trace her fingers over her stomach.
"What do you mean, hassle at night?"
"Well I wasn't exactly planning on being there with anyone, so I only packed my work clothes. I figured the evenings would be spent alone, and I wouldn't have to worry about what I was wearing. And you know that I can't get comfortable in bed if I'm wearing anything. So after spending the entire day and evening in my office clothes, I had to crawl under the blankets and take them off before I could finally relax and go to sleep." Susan then pushed my hand down her stomach and placed it on top of her furry mound. I ran my fingers through her soft tuft of hair and then began teasing her by lightly sliding them along her pussy. She began to breathe faster and quietly gasp under my expert touch.
"Well I'm glad you figured out a way to make the best of the situation. It's certainly reassuring knowing that your modesty is still intact, and that you trust me enough not to hide anything. I'm glad to hear that Rory respected your privacy, as well."
"Actually, Bill, there is one thing that happened that I should probably tell you about."
"Uh-oh, I don't like the sound of this." I withdrew my hand from between her legs, but she immediately grabbed it and pushed it back in place to continue its manipulation.
"Don't stop! It feels so good when you touch me! So, anyway, Tuesday night after we went to bed, I took off my clothes under the covers and was lying there unable to sleep. There was a lot of traffic noise outside, and as I lied there totally pissed off, I remembered that I had packed my earplugs in my makeup bag. I heard Rory breathing deep and knew he was asleep, so I decided to get up and go to the bathroom to get them." Susan was now playing with her nipples, and she grinned as she became more and more aroused.
"So you got up even though you were naked?"
"Well I wasn't about to try to get all dressed again, and the room was practically pitch black, so I figured I could just make a run for it. But then, after I took about three steps, I jammed my toes into one of the legs of the table that was along the wall and I totally screamed from the pain. It woke up Rory, and he flicked on the light next to his bed as he sat up, and then he just looked at me and asked what happened." Susan was now breathing really heavy, and moisture began to ooze out from between her slick folds. Her arousal from telling me her story was beginning to have the same effect on me, and I pressed my stiff cock against her hip as I prepared to hear the rest of the details.
"Luckily, I was facing away from him, so all he could see was my butt while I hopped into the bathroom. I yelled out that I was O.K. and that he should just go back to sleep, but when I found my earplugs and opened the bathroom door, the light was still on in the room, and Rory was sitting there waiting for me."
"What did you do? I mean I hope he at least looked away..." Just then, Susan got up and positioned herself right on top of me, straddling across my hips as she pushed my cock deep inside of her. She began to rock back and forth, and I instinctively reached up and rubbed my hands over her sweaty, heaving chest.
"No, Bill. I have to tell you, he was just sitting there watching me as I walked out of the bathroom and back to my bed. Then he asked me what had happened like it was perfectly ordinary for me to be standing there with one hand over my chest and the other trying to cover my pussy." Her words became faster as they followed the rhythm of her movements, and she looked at me with a wicked smile knowing that I was just as turned on as she was from her recount of the evening.
"How did you feel while he was staring at you?" I interrupted her story, but I couldn't help but ask for some extra details.
"At first I was mad that he would try and pull a maneuver like that, but then I started to feel kinda tingly when I realized that I was completely naked in front of my boss. And I want to be honest with you so don't get mad... instead of getting back in bed I asked if he wanted some water, and I walked back to the sink and filled two glasses, then walked over carrying one in each hand and set his down on the table next to his bed."
"So he saw you! He saw you totally naked! I can't believe that you walked around naked in front of him! He saw everything, didn't he?!?!" I was pushing up against her trying to get my cock as deep as possible inside her wetness.
"He not only saw me, I let him see me! His eyes just kept roaming over my body while I walked around, and it felt so exciting to let him look at me! I can't believe that Rory actually saw me naked! My tits were rock hard, and I knew he could tell that I liked it! I mean he flirts with me all the time at work, but I never imagined something like this would happen! He even kept the light on until I was back in bed and covered with the sheets. I tossed and turned all night wishing that you were there to fuck me!"
"Well I'm glad that he didn't try to do that!"
"No way, I would've killed him! I'm all yours! You know that! But there is one more thing... In the morning, when he was getting ready, I was awake but pretended to be asleep. I turned to face toward the bathroom and kept my eyes cracked open just enough to see. And when he came out of the shower he wasn't wearing anything, and I got my chance to see him!" Susan and I changed positions, and she laid back and spread herself out across the bed displaying her body to me while I held myself up and over her.
"And what did you see?" I asked before sliding myself inside her wet pussy.
"I saw his cock, Bill!" Her eyes got big as she remembered what she had seen. "I never imagined that Rory was hung like that! His body is so dark, he is totally built, and he has an incredible dick! He was walking around the room, and at one point he came over pretty close to my bed, and then turned around and moved away."
"Did you think about getting fucked with that big, black cock? Did you want to grab it in your hands and wrap your lips around it?" I was now thrusting myself deep inside her, and she was lifting up her hips to meet me.
"Oh yes! I would have let him do anything he wanted to me! But you would have had to be there with me! Would you like to watch me get fucked by his huge dick? I would love it for you to watch him take me and enjoy my body like you do!" We were moving together and we could feel the excited tension coming to a peak.
"Yes Susan! Let him fuck you! Can you feel his huge cock inside you... can you feel him filling you..." We then exploded together releasing the week's worth of frustration we both apparently shared. After a few moments I moved myself and lied down beside her, and my hands continued to rub over her body as they slid easily across her sweaty skin.
"Well, I guess you really enjoyed my little story, didn't you?" She turned her head so she could face me and look into my eyes.
"Story? What do you mean?"
"C'mon Bill, do you really think I would let something like that happen? Rory wasn't with me... I just thought I'd make something up and see what you would do! I must say, I was pleasantly surprised by your reaction. Maybe we should fantasize more often... you know you're not the only one who enjoyed that story!"
I was relieved to hear that it didn't really happen, but still curious about what prompted her unexpected scenario. I began to wonder what kind of relationship she had with her boss, and if fucking him was something she had thought about while she was working so closely beside him. Susan reached over and took my cock in her hand while slowly stroking along its soft length.
"So Bill, do you have any stories to tell me about your week? Knowing Sara, I bet you had your hands full!"
All of a sudden my cock sprang back to life, and I lied there for a moment wondering how much I should tell Susan, and how much of it I could pass off as fiction. I began to once again slide my fingers along her wet crease as I summoned up the courage to share the highlights from the last couple of days.
"Well, needless to say, it hasn't been easy staying in a hotel room with a teenage girl. I thought that getting Sara her own room might give us a little privacy, but I don't think she likes to be alone much."
Susan continued to lie there letting me rub along her pussy, and she kept a firm grip around my stiff cock. "I guess it's normal for a girl to want to stay close to her father after not seeing him for a while. Should I assume that the door between the rooms has stayed open the whole time?"
"Now that you mention it, ya, I guess so." I tried to seem appropriately oblivious to the fact.
Susan rolled me closer to her and she moved my free hand up to her chest. I was now doing double duty as I manipulated both ends of her aroused body. "You know, I noticed that Sara's bed is still made up and ours looks to be a total mess. I know that our daughter didn't get up first thing this morning and make her bed, so I imagine that you had some company last night, am I right?"
I couldn't figure out where Susan was going with her questions and I wasn't about to head down the wrong path, so I offered little in response to allow her to lead the way. "Well, I fell asleep watching television, and when I woke up today she was lying here next to me, so I guess she must have gotten scared or something."
"I hope she remembered to bring her p.j.'s."
"Yah, about that, it seems that she takes after her mother in that regard."
"You mean she crawled into bed with you naked?" Although Susan sounded upset, she quickly took her place on top of me and sat straddling over my shaft without allowing it to penetrate her.
"I was asleep, remember? I didn't even know she was there until this morning, and I covered her up once I got out of bed." It was getting harder and harder to lie there looking at my wife while imagining my daughter.
"Well I hope you got a good look at her. I know I plan on it the first opportunity I get! I can't believe how gorgeous she has gotten! So does she take after her mother in any other ways besides her sleepwear?" Susan adjusted her body to finally ease my cock in between her dripping folds. She looked into my eyes while she pulled at her nipples and waited for an answer.
"Take after you... like how?"
"You don't have to play dumb. Besides, you're just not that good at it. You know what I mean, and I really want you to tell me. I promise I won't get mad!"
I've heard that before, but since she was being so insistent I thought I'd risk it. "Actually, from what I remember, physically she looks almost exactly like you did at her age."
"Then she must have a great set of tits, because mine were spectacular before our kids did their damage!"
I decided to take a chance and offer up a more detailed description. "I would guess that they are a 34C or so, and she doesn't really need a bra because they're so firm that they just remain planted in place no matter what she does." I braced myself for a slap but was greeted instead with some enthusiastic, sexual grinding.
"Mmm, just like mine used to be... So what do her nipples look like?"
"They're a little smaller than yours, and maybe a shade lighter. But they seem to get hard just as often. I guess sensitivity runs in the genes!"
"And what about the rest of her body?"
I took the opportunity to ease my conscience while we were busy fantasizing, and I was no longer holding back as I described our daughter's body to my wife. "Sara shaves her pussy, and her lips are just as visible and pink as yours. Her ass is incredibly tight, and I think she spends a lot of time at the gym. She has an amazing set of legs, her stomach is flat, and her skin is smooth and tanned all over."
Susan stopped moving for a moment as she took in everything I had just foolishly spilled out. "If I didn't know better, I'd say that you got more than simply a quick look at her body. That was quite a description!"
I grabbed onto my wife's hips and re-started her motion on top of me while I prepared to further my confession. "I did... When she bothered to wear anything at all, it was barely enough to actually cover her up. I think she might have even enjoyed walking around here exposing herself in front of me. And it's not like I wanted to look, she was just always there!"
Susan leaned down over me, and her breasts hung low as they slid back and forth across my chest. "And was our little nudist able to get a look at her handsome daddy?"
"She did catch me coming out of the shower once, but I kept myself covered with my hands so she didn't get a real good look. She made a comment about wanting my hands to slip, but I wasn't about to stand there and show myself to her."
Susan sat back up and began to really take charge as she forcefully moved herself on my rigid cock. My sudden lack of enthusiasm just as my wife was ramping things up let her know that I actually felt bad about what I was telling her. "You're telling me the truth, aren't you? Sara was really being a trampy little tease while she had you here all to herself, wasn't she? I bet you were even awake when she joined you in bed last night, weren't you? Does she also take after her mother with her ability to fuck?"
My body made a slight jerk under the excitement of my wife discovering the truth. But instead of jumping off the bed and retreating to the bathroom, Susan's rocking and grinding just became stronger and stronger. "No! I mean she was teasing me, I guess, but I didn't touch her! Honest! And you can't blame it on me! You're the one who had to take off on business and left us alone! I was just trying to be a cool dad!"
"It's O.K. Bill. I'm actually a little relieved to hear it. Now that I know, I have some confessing of my own." Susan slowed her pace and grinned as she looked me straight in the eye.
"Confessing? O.K., I'm nervous."
"Well, what I said before about my boss, I mean Rory..."
"Yes..."
"He really was there, we really shared a room, and he really saw me naked."
My reaction surprised me, and I began to mirror my wife's energy as we pushed against each other. "So all of that about him turning on the lights, watching you while you got him some water..., that stuff really happened?"
"Every bit! And I really spied on him while he was getting ready in the morning! And yes, he really is hung!"
Susan and I were now just simply fucking as we considered one another's activities of the last couple of days. "And did you really want to fuck his big black dick?"
"Just like I'm sure you wanted to fuck Sara's tight little pussy!" I hated to admit it, but Susan had me there, and I couldn't be upset for her having the same kind of indiscreet thoughts that I had. My wife had managed to completely manipulate me as she not only gave hers, but got my confession as well, and I had to give her 'props' for extracting our dirty truths while still maintaining peace in our relationship.
Our lovemaking continued as we asked each other more specific details, and we both embellished our answers as we took our fantasies a little further. We finally exploded together under the freedom of our shared imagination, and we were both exhausted by the time we were through. We then lied there together on the bed giggling back and forth while our hearts slowed down and we caught our breath.
Neither Susan or I heard Sara's card key slide in and unlock the door, and our daughter walked in unannounced to find her parents lying together naked on top of the hotel bed. With her usual rock steady manner, she offered a pithy overview of the scene in front of her.
"So, is seeing my parents in bed together supposed to damage my psyche, or give me a healthy understanding about marriage and relationships?" Sara was standing between the front door and the bed, and her hair was still wet from the pool as it hung down around her shoulders. A continuous stream of tiny droplets fell from the tips of her dark mane, and they sped down along her tanned skin before being absorbed by the thin white bikini that was clinging to her beautiful body.
Susan leaned up on her elbows to get a better look at her daughter, and under the security of my wife's presence, I remained on my back and didn't bother to cover myself up. "Well," Susan offered, "if you had walked in about five minutes earlier you might have been damaged, but because of good timing I'm hopeful that this will be a positive growth experience. Now why don't you get out that wet suit and dry your hair before you soak the carpet through to the floor!"
Reacting to the jealousy she was feeling over the attention that I was now giving to her mother, Sara stood right there in front of us and pulled off her bikini top, and then just as defiantly slid out of her almost transparent bottoms. With both pieces in hand she turned around and wrung them out in the sink of our in-room vanity, and then faced back toward us as she wrapped up her wet hair in one of our towels. Before she left our room for her own she stopped at the mini-fridge to grab a beer, and then she turned up the clock radio as loud as it would go after she, for the first time, closed the door that separated us.
Susan turned toward me, and she seemed more entertained than worried when she offered a surprising reaction to our daughter's display. "You were right, Bill! Sara does have one hell of a great body! I can see why you were all worked up earlier!" Then she suggested a scenario that left me feeling curious, concerned, and once again aroused. "It's a shame that we have to spend the rest of the weekend making a showing at your family reunion. I was just thinking how fun it would be to invite my boss up to join us for the next couple of days. Then you could see what had gotten me all worked up as well! And I can't imagine that it would be a problem for either one of them if Rory had to stay in Sara's room with her. So what do you think, babe?"
Susan spent the next 45 minutes trying anything she could think of to get me to take her up on her idea. Drawing upon every last bit of her recently acquired marketing skills, she used both her body and her mind to convince me of the many benefits to not only myself, but also to our immediate and extended family if I agreed to her suggestion. Not only was she a quick study at work, but she was also a quick study in bed, and she immediately began concocting a reason for our absence from the party after her over-active imagination had turned me on enough to finally say "Yes". As I lied there in bed I had no idea what was in store for us over the next two and a half days, but I was certain that it was going to be much more memorable than a group photo taken at a dysfunctional family picnic.