This series has lots of sex between father and adult daughter. They meet sex loving mother and adult son that live in the same building. Sex with all 4 together. Girl/girl but no guy/guy. There is also role play, some light anal, and mature in the mix. LOTS of breast play. There's even some romance! But again, I write what I like to read, lots of sex. So be warned if that's not your thing. Everyone else, enjoy part one!
"There's some eye candy in 4A," my coworker whispered, "but there's also a screaming brat alert four rows back." She sighed.
A lot of us flight attendants hated flights into Orlando and the parks, and it was just the luck of our crew to do just that. It was usually full of kids that were sugar bribed to behave, that tossed it all back up at the first sign on turbulence.
I finished my preflight check and had a look at 4A. "He is a hunk," The shock on her face was priceless as she watched me walk back and say a couple of words to him before giving him a kiss.
"Alessia! Whaaaaat," she said somewhat astounded.
"My Dad, it's my Dad," I said, laughing.
"Yes, I can see the resemblance but he doesn't look much older than you!"
"He's not really. Let's see, I'm 28 so that makes him 46."
"Whoa, he was a young Daddy at 18."
He was young but always cared for me. Watched out for me. Mom got knocked up and resented us both for ruining her life. Dad more than made up for her lack of love. I lived with her, but saw him more. Definitely depended on him more.
I had a few moments to talk to him while we passed out drinks from the cart."Dad it's great to see you. We are always like two ships passing in the night," I said sadly.
"You look great, honey. I'll be in Orlando for a week, but I suppose you'll be off into the skies again right away."
"Actually no I have a few days off! Can you wait for me when we land?"
"Of course!" He was busy with having his every whim met once my coworkers discovered it was my Dad. That he was drop dead gorgeous helped too, I thought, laughing to myself.
He was waiting for me at the end of the jetway. "I have a place near downtown Orlando if you'd like to stay with me. I know you're working but you can have a key to come and go."
"Oh honey I can't turn that down. We have a lot of catching up to do." He texted to cancel his hotel reservations and we headed to my car.
I pulled into my parking slot next to the Spanish inspired building. My apartment was a real find and there was a constant waiting list for the twelve units. We walked through the lush tropical courtyard and past the shimmering pool.
"It was love at first sight," I told Dad. "Not huge so we all know each other. The U shape gave us privacy and security since we could see all the other units, six up six down. We're all relatively close in age and some are also flight crew."
A couple of the girls at the pool checked him out. That was pretty common growing up. He is tall and tanned, black hair with silver temples. The type of presence that commands attention and success in business.
"I can see why you love the place," he said, as I unlocked the door. The interior followed the same Spanish influence with arches and heavy architectural touches.
I led him to the guest room. "Only two bedrooms and unfortunately one bath."
"I don't mind. It's very nice and you've done a wonderful job making it home. He hung his suit jacket in the closet. "Would you like to go out or eat in?"
"Out? I have a fav Mexican place I think you'll love!" I said. "Oh, Friday evenings we all cook out and hang out by the pool. Would you like to join me tomorrow night?" He agreed and we headed out to eat.
The next morning I ran into my neighbor at the mailbox. "Who is that gorgeous hunk I saw you with last evening?! I haven't seen him this morning so you must have worn him out last night," she laughed.
It was always fun growing up because no one took him for my Dad since he was so young. For some reason, I didn't mention that Dad was 18 when I was born.
"He was on my flight and followed me home!" I mean it wasn't a lie. Really.
"Honestly Alessia, you have all the damn luck!"
We shopped for the vegetables for salad for the barbecue, and Dad who is apparently quite the chef, picked up a few things as well. We were content to relax in the apartment and catch each other up with our lives until it was time to prepare the salad.
"I'll give you a hand, Lessie." I smiled at his childhood nickname for me and had a wave of warm fuzzies wash over me.
The kitchen is small so we we ended up in each other's way mostly, but neither of us minded. It had been so long since we'd spent time together, it felt good being close.
Swimwear was the attire for the barbecues and Dad ran out to get some pool shorts while I got ready. My bathing suits didn't vary. I wore bikinis, mostly brief, but various colors. I loved my body, took care of it and liked to show it off. A lot of teasing and tantalizing went on when we had these Friday night barbecues. There might be some groping in the shadows, underwater shenanigans, or intimate dancing, but even though it wasn't with your regular partner, it was okay because they were there. Somewhere with someone. Some chose to sit, drink and visit and were comfortable with that. We had a great group here and I hoped it would never change.
I didn't feel Dad would be shocked. As good looking as he is, I'm sure he's a player,. I found the vision of him fucking more than a little arousing, but I'm not sure where that came from. A place where I've never gone in thoughts of him. I actually didn't mind, although he might object, I thought to myself, chuckling.
His pool shorts were perfect. Not those super long and baggy like a lot of guys wear but closer fitting. His eyes skimmed my body, taking in the three triangles of my suit.
