I paced around the room, then went to the kitchen and got two bottles of water from the refrigerator. I stood there thinking about the last two days. I never imagined that what had happened was possible. It was astounding to me.
I went back to the living room and turned on some music. I found the jazz satellite station and adjusted the volume.
I turned the ceiling light off and turned the lamps on opposite sides of the room on. They cast a soft light through the shades. I wanted the mood to be languid for her. I sat waiting with a pounding heart.
"I like that music, Daddy."
I scooted over and patted the couch next to me.
"I do too baby. It sounds so smooth and mellow, just the way I feel tonight."
"Oh Daddy, that gave me goosebumps to hear you say that. See?"
She held her arm to me as she sat down. I took her hand and examined her arm. I kissed her wrist, then kissed my way up her arm to her shoulder.
"Stand and show me how you look, princess. Do you like your first sexy lingerie?"
"Oh yes. They make me feel sexy and special."
She stood and walked in front of me, then turned to me and waited. The black stockings contrasted with her tan skin and made it look whiter than it was. The stocking tops squeezed her thighs .
My eyes poured over her legs. Her smooth, firm, muscular form was encased in the sheer black nylon. I was fixated. I looked up to her face and saw her smiling.
"Do you like, Daddy?"
"God, Baby. I am speechless. You are a goddess....so lovely...so sensual...so beautiful."
She turned and modeled for me.
I drank in her sexuality and felt nervous as I studied her body. Her breasts were pushed up by the bra and I could see traces of her pink areole. I looked down across her taught belly to the garter belt that clung to her waist.
Her panties were pulled tight against her pussy and as she turned, I could see the vague outline of her labis, even through all of her thick bushy pubic hair.
Her buttocks looked firm and round in the shiny black silk. The lace trim enhanced her skin and called attention to her vulva which was barely covered.
I could have looked at her all evening.
I became aware of the music as I sat frozen under her spell, and I stood and took her in my arms. She melted into my embrace and we danced slowly to the music. I leaned down and felt her hair on my cheek.
My arms held her tight and I felt like I would burst from the excitement of holding my beautiful daughter; my sweet baby, whom I had loved all of her life, and whom I now wanted sexually and needed physically.
My mind was full of so many different thoughts and images of soft pleasures with her. So many ways I wanted to show her I loved her and so many ways I yearned to make love to her.
We danced as one without knowing what was playing. That was the first time I experienced bliss. A peaceful yet urgent feeling that made me want her both lustfully and tenderly.
I felt in my heart that she had returned to become part of me. Not that she had been away, but that the part of her that came from me had recognized her origin and had blended back into me.
I felt like we were one, and my heart was full of love for her sweetness.
I leaned down as she tilted her face to me and we kissed...such tender kisses, full of meaning and so rich and delicious. Each time I broke away from her lips to look at her, I couldn't wait to taste her again, and then we kissed continuously as we held each other.
No longer dancing, we stood in the middle of the room, loving each other.
I led her to the couch and helped her lie down. I knelt on the floor next to her. I slid my arm under her back as we resumed kissing. Soon my hand moved to her face and I stroked her cheeks as I stared into her eyes.
I moved my hands down to her feet and I held her right foot in my hands and my thumbs pressed into the soles of her feet as I flexed them, massaging and relaxing her. She sighed and lay back, giving me permission to touch her.
I took each of her feet in my hands and kissed and licked the bottoms of them, then sucked her toes one at a time, then all at once.
She raised up on her elbows and watched as I enjoyed her feet. When I had kissed them wet and had given each toe attention, I rubbed the flats of my hand across the bridges of her feet.
My fingers curled against her feet and my thumbs pressed into her arches, then I moved up to her ankles and caressed and massaged and rotated her feet in slow circles. Then, taking each calf in turn, I stroked her muscles and flexed and massaged them, relishing the sensation of the stockings sliding under my hands.
I bent her knees and then straightened them out as I gave them the attention I was giving the rest of her legs. I moved up to her thighs and flexed and applied my fingers to her muscles, alternating my movements to create constant and varying pressure.
As I reached the elastic band of her stocking tops, I slid my fingers under, and moved my hands under her to the back of her legs. I leaned down and kissed her panty-clad pussy...just a brief almost casual kiss, but one to telegraph my intentions.
