Taking My Daughter and Her Friend to Work for the Week – Chapter 4: The next morning

2017 sex stories: Taking My Daughter and Her Friend to Work for the Week – Chapter 4: The next morning

The Next Morning

I showered, then dressed in a tee shirt and cargo shorts. Entering the living area I started a pot of coffee brewing in the small kitchen area. Opening the suite door, I retrieved the newspaper, intending on reading it until the girls awoke.

The aroma of brewing coffee filled the room. I was pouring myself a cup of the strong brew when I heard the girls bedroom door open then softly close. Turning around, Amy was stretching her arms high above her head. The sheer negligee rose high and I could see the soft auburn hair on her mons. Again I was mesmerized by the view of her body and found myself unable to prevent myself from staring. Of course a stirring in my groin commenced.

Morning Daddy.”” She greeted me. “”Gosh that coffee smells so good.”””

Morning Honey, here, take this cup and I’ll pour myself another. I handed her the cup of hot java. “How did you sleep?”

I slept like I was in a coma. It must have been all the wine. She took the cup, set it on the counter and gave me a tight hug.

Thank you again for everything yesterday. She pressed her warm body into mine and getting on her tip toes gave me a kiss on the lips. Then she continued hugging me as my cock became harder and harder against her.

She released me and I saw her briefly glance down at my crotch. I was now convinced she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

You’re welcome. What do you guys have planned for today? I asked, trying to act nonchalant about it.

I think were going to lounge around the pool. Maybe do some more shopping. She answered.

Cool, is Shelly awake yet?

She was just starting to stir. I’m sure she’ll be out soon for a cup of coffee.

As if on cue, Shelly opened the door and entered the room. Still in her sheer negligee she was also a sight to behold. I poured another cup and handed to her.

Thanks dad, and thanks for everything yesterday. She smiled a coy smile and winked as she took her cup.

The girls then sat together on the couch and turned on the TV. I sat across from them and began reading the paper.

As they chatted and sipped the hot brew, Amy reclined into her usual coffee sipping posture on the couch. Her knees tucked up and her feet resting on the edge of the coffee table. At home this was usually done in her in her normal sleeping attire, loose boxer style bottoms and a tee shirt.

Here in the sheer negligee, as it pulled up high in the sitting position, her sex was completely exposed as she rocked her legs back and forth. Of course I couldn’t keep myself from glancing over the paper at her luscious pussy. At one point, as she was making a specific point to Shelly, she held her knees apart for a good amount of time. Her beautiful slit was in my full view and I again found myself staring. Her auburn pubic hair perfectly framed her pink pussy lips. It was an exceptional sight to say the least.

Feeling eyes upon me, I broke the stare at my daughters sweet looking pussy. Shelly was intently watching me staring at Amy. Again the coy smile at me. I quickly drew my eyes down to the newspaper.

We finished the coffee and I announced, “Time we head to breakfast.”

Sounds good to me. Amy said uncurling from her position on the couch. “We’ll get changed and be right out.” They both headed into their bedroom.

Soon they emerged both in shorts with tee shirts on. With their nipples straining the thin material, both obviously braless, we headed down to the dining room.

The hostess seated us in a semi round booth once again. This time Shelly sat at my left and Amy to my right. The hostess had somehow only grabbed two menus.

I’ll be right back with another. She said.

That’s okay. Amy told her. “I can share with my dad.”

She leaned into me, to look at the menu, her firm breast rubbing my bare arm. I could feel her hard nipple on my skin. Mr. Woody once again began hardening in my shorts.

The waitress came and took our drink order. Three coffees, two orange juices and a cranberry juice.

Okay, I’ve decided. I said and tried to pass the menu to Amy.

Just a sec dad, I’m almost done deciding. She continued her browsing of the menu and the tit rubbing on my arm.

I’ve decided. she finally announced.

You know what you’re having Shel? She asked her friend.

I do. Answered Shelly. “I’m going to have the large smoked sausage link with two extra large grade “A” eggs, basted, crispy hash browns on the side and creamy grits.” She looked directly at me. The innuendo did not slip by me.

Wow, that does sound good. I think I’ll have that too. Amy said. “What are you having dad?”

You know what, I think I’ll do the same. I answered looking straight into Shelly’s twinkling eyes.

The waitress returned with the coffee and juices and we ordered. Then chatted while sipping our hot coffees.

I choked and almost blew out all the coffee I had just sipped into my mouth. I felt fingers softly glide up my right leg and pause at the opening of my shorts.

It was Amy’s hand. She slipped it into the opening and touched the crown of my penis. Of course it instantly began growing even more.

You okay dad? Shelly asked. She was barely containing a chuckle.

I knew, she knew, exactly what was going on. She had probably rehearsed Amy on what to do under the table. Amy’s fingers stroked my hard cock as she sipped her coffee like nothing unusual was going on.

None too soon the food arrived. Amy’s had withdrew from my shorts as she began cutting her sausage into round slices with her knife. Shelly on the other hand, I noticed from the corner of my eye, was intently moving the food around on her plate.

She arranged the smoked sausage as the penis, the eggs as testicles and the shredded hash browns as pubic hair to look like a cock and balls in a nest. Then she moved some of the creamy grits to the tip of the sausage, letting them appear as though they were oozing from the tip like semen. Once finished, she paused, looked at me and grinned before starting to eat. I just shook my head.

Amy had finished cutting her food and now her left hand was free to roam up my leg to my cock once more. Her stroking had me hard the whole time. It was an interesting breakfast to say the least.

We finished and headed back to the room. At least the ride in the elevator was uneventful.

In the room, the girls headed to the bedroom to change into their swim suits and I headed into mine to change into my golf attire.

I was out first and waited for them to emerge. Shelly came out first. Her bright orange bikini was mini at best, almost micro. The top barely covered her large areola. Her tits were almost completely hanging out the sides. The bottom just covered her sweet pussy. Of course, it was a thong style, her great ass was completely on display.

Amy came out next. Thank God her suit was more acceptable, however, just barely. It was bright lime green, accenting her red hair, green eyes and freckled skin. The color made her perky tits stand out quite well. At least it was a more conventional style and her ass wasn’t completely on display. Little did I know, that with just a slight adjustment, it would become a thong just like Shelly’s.

They each gave me a hug and kiss. I gave them each another fifty for spending money and told them they could charge anything else they needed, within reason, to the room.

We all left the room and rode the elevator down to the first floor. I headed to the valet to get my SUV, and waving good bye, the girls headed for the pool.

At The Golf Course

Arriving at the course I pulled into my assigned parking spot. My caddie Mike was waiting there for me. We greeted each other and he took my golf bag and told me he’d meet me at the practice range. Taking my golf shoes, I headed into the clubhouse to register and change shoes.

At registration I was given a nice gift package and invitations to several functions for the week. The gift package included a very nice expensive women’s bracelet. I sweet talked the ladies at registration in to giving me a second one. Now I had one for each of the girls. One of the invitations was for a private concert on Saturday evening by one of the girl’s favorite country artists, Clay Walker. I would keep that one under wraps and surprise them by taking them to that. Another was for the pro am draw party that evening. Thinking the girls might be interested in going with me to it, I rang up Amy on her mobile.

After explaining there would be free food, beverage and entertainment including a country band, the girls said they would love to attend. I told them I’d be back around five and the party started at seven. The best part, it was right there at the Ritz, in one of the large ballrooms.

On the practice range I struck the golf ball with my usual precision. Mike and I headed for the first tee and I declined a few offers to join groups for a practice round. Occasionally I would join others players and we would play a friendly gambling game. Today I preferred to go alone.

On the course, as my mind drifted back to Amy and what Shelly had told me, my ball striking began to suffer. Mike noticed this immediately. We had been a team for several years and he could tell when my mind just wasn’t into the game.

We were waiting in the fairway of the seventh hole, on the group ahead the finish on the green, when Mike spoke up.

Hey T, whats on your mind? He asked. “You seem like your on another planet. I haven’t seen you like this since that fling you had with that big boobed blonde Rebecca chick.”

It’s complicated Mike. Was my answer.

Oh shit, it is another chick. I can tell. He went on. “And, it’s not just a one night stand thing either. This must be serious.”

His assumption was almost spot on. There was no way I would completely tell him what was going on this time.

Well, let’s see, he paused in thought, “you brought Amy and her friend Shelly with you. I’ve seen the way that hot little blonde bombshell looks at you and the way you’ve looked at her. Over the years. Your staying in a suite at the Ritz. My guess is that the little gal snuck in your bed while you sleeping and, well, the rest I can leave unspoken.”