Jonty Brand looked over at his wife sleeping next to him. Once again she had spent all day twitching her sexy nubile body in the tightest clothes she could, only to leave him rock hard and disappointed when it finally came to going to bed. He wanted the end, the business, a damn good fucking. What he got was a cuddle and then she fell asleep. He was tired and frustrated at all this, so much so that his thick prong was painfully hard between his muscled thighs. His wife just seemed to have lost interest in sex completely. It was the usual tale -- she had been a randy fucker right up to the moment they had gotten married, and then afterwards had completely lost interest in sex.
He sighed and tossed and turned next to her, the heat of the warm night burning up his body. Jonty knew that he would have to get up out of bed, put something on, and then sneak down the hallway to the bathroom. Once there he would pull himself off thinking wild passionate thoughts of some chick he had seen at the Mall or maybe even his wife.
The annoying thing was having to get clothed. The first couple of years of their relationship he would just have gone straight down the hallways naked, his manhood loud and proud in front of him. But then young Natalie had come along, his very daughter, and since she had turned a teenager he had to cover up. Now she was eighteen, and Jonty wasn't sure that she was even home. But still that hurdle existed -- why couldn't he just go to the bathroom without having to dress up?
Sighing, he sat up. For once, for this one night, he was going to risk it. If Natalie was home then the chances were she was asleep in her room. If she wasn't then he had nothing to worry about. Why bother clothing for a brief half minute walk?
She Jonty slipped out of bed, being very careful not to disturb his sleeping wife. Sneaking to the door, he cracked it open slowly and peered out into the corridor. It was empty and all of the lights were off. Feeling like a teen again he snook out of the room, padding down the hallway on his toes.
The most nervous bit was when he reached his daughter's door. It was slightly ajar but mostly dark inside, with a bit of moonlight glow. Jonty couldn't help but think about Natalie at this point. She was a gorgeous teen, just the way he had wanted her to be. But he never thought that her sexy young body would be such a problem for him. She had long, strong legs kept toned and in shape but all the running she did. Her hips were wide and curvy, tailoring to a tight waist that had a little bit of a six pack but not too much. Her breasts were large, probably at the 36D size he had placed on them by now. Her face was simply made, with big eyes that sparkled with laughter most of the time and a cute turned up button nose. Her lips were fleshy and thick. All of this was complemented by her glossy black hair that fell almost to her waist. Just as he had planned her. She had the best of him, the best of her mother, and the rest was the best he could afford to buy. Add in a little luck and he had the perfect daughter.
At school she had been hanging around the top of her class, and now in college she was still in the top ten percentile. In short, she was wonderful. Any man's dream. Even her father's!
Shit! Allowing his mind to wander, Jonty had trodden on the squeaky board he knew was half way down the corridor. He froze into place, his breathing coming in gasps that were partly caused by the pressure of the situation and partly by the sexual thoughts that tormented him.
Then he laughed at himself. Which is why he was totally unprepared when the door next to him opened to reveal Natalie standing there. The father's eyes went wide and he immediately moved to cover his turgid organ.
"Natalie!"
"Dad!" She gasped.
Then, impossibly, Jonty realised that the teen was also naked. Both of her hands had gone to cover her groin in a move that mirrored his, so her tits were bare. And what a pair of tits! Jonty couldn't tear his eyes from the succulent young melons that were presented to him, pushed forwards but the upper arms of the teen. Gasping despite himself, he tried to recover a modicum of his fatherly control.
"Natalie, what are you doing out of bed at this time of night all... naked."
The teen looked shocked, ashamed, and then realisation dawned on her. "I could ask you the same, dad!" She laughed.
"I... had to go the bathroom." He stammered. "To relieve myself."
His daughter's eyebrows raised, and her gaze flickered down to his groin. "So I can see, dad."
Jonty flushed deeply, realising that his daughter hadn't moved. He also knew that she must have rustled him, because he had been talking directly at her tits the whole time.
Jonty didn't know what to reply. But he found himself laughing too.
"Okay, okay, so I'm a guy with the drives of a guy. Does that surprise you in your old dad?"
