I took a shower and dressed in one of the one-piece swimsuits I had bought. When I came out of the bedroom, Daddy took one look and said, “You’re not wearing that green bikini?”
I laughed. He had made it clear that he didn’t want me wearing anything so scanty to the beach. Teasingly I said, “I will if you want. Everybody can see what is all yours.” I think I actually winked.
“Go put it on, Sweetie,” he croaked.
I stood with my mouth hanging open for a moment, just to make sure he wasn’t kidding. Then I turned and headed for the bedroom. The bikini was still in the floor, where we had discarded it last night. My body was already shaking with excitement. My pussy was already beginning to tingle. I put the tiny outfit on and walked back out.
“You look incredible, Pammy. You inherited all of your mother’s curves.” He paused. “I know I should not talk this way.”
I moved closer to him and put my arms around him. “This is our secret, Daddy. Nobody will ever know.” I had a tear run down my face and Daddy kissed it away.
I had a cover-up to wear over the top of the bikini. Even though we were at a private beach, there were still a great many people around and I was a bit self-conscious as I removed the cover-up and laid down for Daddy to rub suntan lotion on my back.
He generously rubbed all over my back and legs, between my legs and, much to my delight, my buttocks, which were totally bare except for the tiny thong between my butt-cheeks. Then I rolled over and he made no attempt to avoid touching my breasts, or even between my legs.
His swim-trunks couldn’t hide the fact that his cock was hard. I didn’t think anyone was near enough to notice, but neither did I care. I was already so turned on by the thoughts of what might happen later that I didn’t care what people thought. I assumed that people would think he was an older guy with a young girlfriend. Wouldn’t people be shocked if they knew that he was my father? FUCK that was such a turn-on!
We walked the beach. I could see people staring at me. I was nearly naked! Daddy asked, “What does if feel like to show off your body to all these strangers?”
I smiled, “What does it feel like to be holding hands and walking with a nearly naked teenager?”
He stopped and looked at me. All of me. He said, “It feels wonderful and exciting and it makes me feel alive, Honey. I love you so much. Can I say something, honestly, without hurting your feelings?”
I was perplexed. What could it be? “Of course. We have to be totally honest, right?”
He looked sad for a moment. “I just keep forgetting that you’re not your mother. We used to come to the beach and we were so much in love.” He looked at my body again. “But your mom would never have worn that!” He laughed. “But she would have looked great in it!”
I hugged him and took his face in my hands, kissing his lips, telling him how much I loved him. “I want to be her for you, Daddy. If that makes this more right, just imagine that I am her. I don’t mind. Not at all.”
He sighed. We continued our walk in silence. He didn’t let me know what he was thinking, though I asked a couple of times. His pensive expression bothered me a bit, but he was holding my hand and he seemed content, if not happy.
We spent the afternoon at a movie. It was too hot to stay at the beach all day, so I dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt (movie theaters are SO cold) and we headed to the mall for a movie. To my surprise, Daddy rested his hand on my upper thigh and occasionally would kiss my cheek. He remarked that it reminded him of when he and Mom would go to the movies.
We drove back to the condo, and I dressed in my little black dress, again, for my date with Daddy. When I emerged, he was dressed in nice slacks, a short sleeved white shirt, and a colorful tie. He looked delicious. I had an urge to drop to my knees and suck him off right there and then. All in due time.
“Pammy, you look gorgeous!” he said, his eyes shining. He grasped my hand.
We went to a very expensive restaurant. That was something my mother had loved, even though it was rare that they ever spent much money on eating out. Daddy ordered a bottle of wine. I would have no idea how to order wine. I wonder where he had learned. He had seafood. I had chicken. It was delicious. The wine made me tipsy, but I couldn’t tell that it affected Daddy.
Daddy talked a lot about family and things that happened a long time ago, mostly before I was born. Things I knew little about. Things that would have interested my mother. He was finally coming to grips with her loss. He was allowing himself to talk about her and the things she loved. He was healing and so was I.
When we got back to the condo, we sat on the sofa and watched a movie. He held my hand. I got sleepy and laid my head on his shoulder. I wondered what was on his mind and if anything was going to happen. I didn’t want to be the one to push it, so I eventually told him I was going to bed. He said that he was going to take a quick shower and he’d be in to tuck me in. That was promising! A shower certainly wasn’t necessary for a “tuck in”! My heart started beating like crazy and I could feel my panties begin to dampen at the possibilities.
I took a brief shower, always wanting to be fresh, just in case. On a whim, I put on my best push-up bra. It made my tits look fantastic. I pulled on some black, sheer panties and figured that was quite enough.
I turned out the light and got in bed. I tried to control my breathing. I could hear the shower in Daddy’s room shut off and knew that he would be here soon. I thought I knew, but wasn’t at all sure, what was going to happen. Did I want my own father to take my most precious possession, my virginity? The answer was a resounding, ‘YES!’ I knew that I would one day marry and I knew that I would marry someone that I could respect and love and who would cherish me the way my Dad had cherished my Mom, but even my husband would never understand the bond that my Dad and I shared – the mutual grief that we had and the mutual consolation and pure love that healed us. What we were about to do (I hoped) was almost beyond explanation – it was an offering of love so intimate as to almost defy comprehension.
The door opened and I saw my Father enter. He wore only boxers. He was freshly showered and smelled wonderful. There was very little light from down the hall, but Daddy could see me. I lay there in my sexy underwear, the bra pushing my breasts up, my near-naked teenage body revealed to his appreciative gaze. He stopped and stared. “Baby, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, as he closed the door. We were in absolute darkness.
“Daddy,” I gasped as he got in bed, taking me in his arms. “I am so nervous.”
He kissed my lips. “I am nervous, too, Pammy. I love you so much.” We kissed, our tongues battling with each other. I was so turned on that the nervousness disappeared quickly, replaced by the pure, rapturous love I felt at that moment and my body’s demand for sexual release. As we kissed, I could feel the hardness of his penis as he rolled me on top of him.
I was kissing his face and neck and ears and gasping for breath, almost hyperventilating. He lay me on my side and kissed my neck and ears and the tops of my breasts. “Oh, Daddy! Oh that feels so goooood!” I moaned.
He reached and expertly unclasped the bra from between my breasts. He peeled it back, giving access to my eager body. He licked the underside of both breasts, then slowly and thoroughly licked one nipple. “ohhhhhh, mmmmmmmm, Daddy! Oh please, do the other one, too.”
He expertly licked at the other nipple, making my pussy gush even more lubricant. Then he suckled it and I almost had an orgasm. I fucking loved it. Daddy continued to suck and lick my breasts, fondling them, telling me how perfect they were and how they drove him crazy.
“On the beach today, your breasts… your TITS… were driving me crazy!”
“Daddy, what language!” I almost laughed out loud, “Suck my tits! They are yours. I want you to suck my tits every single day!”
He got to his knees, grasping the tiny panties by the elastic and pulling them down my legs and off. I whispered, “I love being naked with you, Daddy. I love you. I love giving myself to you.” I was so caught up in the intimacy of the moment that my voice was full of emotion.
As he made his way toward my wet pussy, I teasingly whispered, “Daddy! Are you going to kiss me THERE?” The answer was a quick peck on my throbbing clit. “Oh please, YES!” I cried.
He eagerly went to his task. He kissed and licked, licked and kissed. My hands were in his hair and my eager loins were bucking into his face. “Daddy, that feels so goooooooooood! I’ve never, ever, felt anything that good before!” I gasped, readying myself for an earth-shaking orgasm.
Then he stood and removed his boxers. I could not see him, but I could still tell what he was doing. He stood by the bed, took my hand, and put his rock-hard, Man-sized, penis in my hand. I instinctively leaned forward and kissed it. “Oh Daddy, it’s so big. I love it. But will it fit? How?”
He got between my legs, licking my already-drenched pussy and began inserting a finger into me. It felt good; I had fingered myself before. This was not new. I had masturbated with various objects, too. Then he put two fingers in. “That feels good!” I gasped.
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