Ian was really looking forward to this weekend away with Susie, his daughter. As they sat side by side on the plane heading for Spain, he closed his eyes and thought back to how it had all come about.
Susie was just nineteen, and liked to think that she was independent. She was just coming to the end of her first year at University. For the last couple of years, Susie had chosen not to go away on the annual family holiday with her younger brother and her parents. The previous summer, the rest of the family had gone to Spain, and had spent the day in Barcelona, a city Susie had always wanted to visit. When they got back, Susie was quite jealous of them for having been there, and on the spur of the moment, Ian had promised to take her there for a long weekend.
For various reasons, the long weekend had never happened – until now. About a month a go, the topic of the trip had come up again. Ian was due a few days off, and so – without telling Susie – he had stumbled about on the internet, and booked them some flights and two rooms at a decent looking hotel. Although he hated the internet (and computers in general!), it had all seemed to work out okay, and he was actually quite proud of himself for having booked the holiday that way.
He could barely contain himself when he surprised Susie with the tickets a few days later. The excitement had built over the next few weeks as they had both looked forward to the trip. The two of them had always got on well, and Susie actually got on better with her Dad than she did with her Mum, particularly in the last couple of years since she had got over those difficult, early teenage years.
They had caught the early flight to Barcelona on the Friday morning, and had until their flight back, late on Sunday afternoon, to enjoy themselves.
Ian smiled at Susie as he caught her looking across at him. They laughed, for no other reason than they were happy to be getting away for a few days, able to spend some time together.
Susie shut her eyes and relaxed, thinking about her Dad. He was okay, she thought to herself. Generous, a good laugh, kind. And not bad looking either, she concluded. Actually, she thought, he was very good looking, in a certain kind of way, and she knew that at least a few of her friends fancied him like mad. She laughed to herself at the thought, preferring men her own age, but understanding the attraction of someone older.
Ian looked at his daughter, as she sat, totally relaxed, her eyes closed. Susie was quite beautiful, just like her Mum at that age. She had had her red hair cut for their break, but it still hung around her shoulders, framing her face. She really was quite lovely, with her big brown eyes, full lips and pert nose.
Like many girls of her age, Susie was wearing a tight sleeveless top, with the narrowest of straps, which clung to her body, curving softly around her full breasts. Susie's tanned midriff was bare, the gold cross in her pierced belly button glinting softly. Her skirt was – according to her Mum – too short. Looking across at her, Ian suddenly felt uncomfortable at how his eyes were drawn to her long, slender, tanned legs.
The flight wasn't that long, and by the time they had been fed a typical airline breakfast, had a couple of cups of coffee, and bought Susie some duty free perfume, it was time to start descending towards Barcelona. As soon as the Captain announced their approach to the airport, Susie grabbed Ian's arm, her excitement evident on her face, her breasts squashed against him as she lent over to try and see more out of the window next to him.
Once the plane landed, and came to a halt at the terminal, they were amongst the first to leave the plane. They dashed through the airport, hoping that their luggage would arrive quickly. They were in luck – it seemed that only minutes after they reached baggage reclaim, their cases were on the conveyor belt in front of them. Minutes later, they were in a taxi heading for the city centre.
The taxi driver picked up on their excitement straightaway, and was soon chatting away in his broken English, pointing out the various sights as he drove. He offered them a sight seeing "detour", and as it wasn't much more than the fare itself, they took him up on his offer.
He drove them up to the highest part of the city, and they gasped at the panoramic views in all directions, of the docks and the cruise ships lined up in one direction, and of the city in the other. He showed them the historical sights, where the famous football stadium was, where the Olympic village had been, and so much more. By the time they reached the hotel, they couldn't wait to see more.
Ian paid off the driver, and then led the way through to the hotel reception, proud to have his beautiful young daughter on his arm, proud of the admiring looks she was getting. Susie clung to his arm as they waited in the short queue at reception, both of them chatting away happily.
When they reached the reception desk, Ian gave the receptionist their name, and then waited while she found their paperwork. As she looked through it, they both became aware of the looks the receptionist was giving them. Susie giggled.
"She thinks I'm your girlfriend," she told Ian, hardly able to hold back her giggles.
The receptionist gave Ian the booking in form to sign with a frosty smile, and asked to see their passports. Ian handed over the passports, and then looked at the form the receptionist had asked him to sign.
"I'm sorry," he told her a few minutes later, "there's been a mistake. I booked two single rooms, not one twin room."
As the receptionist took the form back, Ian rummaged through his bag and pulled out the e-mail confirmation he'd received. He also had the screen print from when he booked the hotel over the Internet.
"Look – there," he pointed. Susie looked as well.
"Dad," she cried. "It is wrong – look at the boxes you ticked. You've booked one, two bedded room, instead of two, one bedded rooms. She pointed at the e-mail.
Ian stared at the paper in front of him, it suddenly dawning on him what he had done.
"You can't be trusted with computers, can you?" Susie told him, only half joking as she saw their weekend being spoilt in front of them.
Ian told her not to worry, that he would sort it out. But, as the receptionist explained, the hotel was fully booked. If they wanted two rooms, then they would have to look elsewhere. Ian looked helplessly at Susie.
"We'll take it," she announced firmly. "After all," she told her Dad softly, trying to make him feel better, "There are two beds – and a bathroom to get changed in."
They finished booking in, gave the still disbelieving receptionist Ian's credit card details, and then followed the porter to the lifts, and the eighth floor. He opened the door to their room for them, and placed their cases just inside. As Ian tipped him, he gave a knowing wink. Susie squeezed her Dad's arm, telling him to ignore the porter.
Ian followed Susie into the room. Like so many hotel rooms, there was a short corridor, with the bathroom off to one side. Susie popped her around the door to look inside. It was actually quite big, with a partially sunken bath as well as a separate shower cubicle.
When she came out, she saw that Ian had stopped. She walked up behind him, and took in the rest of the room. It was quite large, with sliding doors out to a balcony which overlooked the city, and a large double bed. She stopped, her eyes frozen on the bed.
Ian recovered first.
"Don't worry," he told her, "It's probably just two beds pushed together – I'll get the hotel to move them."
