Part 2. You can read this without the first story but you're going to miss some pretty hot stuff if you do.
I had to go back to work as did Dad, but not before we planned our next time together.
"Dad, there's a place I hear about at work that sounds like it might be fun for us. Maybe Maddie and Todd too."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, it's a private island off the east coast of Florida. It's couples only and everyone has to sign a non-disclosure agreement to not share anything they see or are involved in beyond the island."
"Hmmm, that does sound like something that would be a perfect fit."
We set a week that all four of us could do the following month. I contacted the resort and the time was available.
"We have an open plan cottage with two adjoining bedrooms that could be open to each other or be partitioned off for more privacy. Each oversize bed overlooks the crashing waves of the Atlantic Ocean, which you can also hear." I was ready to say YES! But let her continue on. "All food is provided, either in the dining room or if you prefer, in the cottage. Each cottage had a small pool and hot tub enclosed in a private garden."
We set up the reservations. "We're looking forward to your visit, Alessia," she said warmly.
The time did not go by quickly. I went back to flying full time. I saw Maddie and Todd but not on a consistent basis since our work schedules were so different.
I had a day off and wanted to get a couple of new swim suits just in case I wasn't comfortable nude in front of strangers. Who am I kidding, it was to see Phillippe again.
"Mon amour!" he exclaimed. He winked as he finished checking out a customer. A very beautiful blonde.
"Did she get your special treatment," I asked after she left. As soon as it was out of my mouth, I regretted it. Jealousy wasn't my style.
"Non! No no, not her. She, how can I say nice, does nothing for me?" he said waving to his cock. Indeed, she had done nothing to excite him. "But you cherie," he said stroking my cheek sweetly. "You have my heart too you know. I cannot say how happy I am you came back."
"You are my renard argenté," I said, hoping I pronounced it properly.
"Your silver fox eh." He contemplated that. "That's quite a compliment. Some call me old man."
"Then they have not been intimate with you and not experienced your mastery of love?"
He tipped my chin up to kiss me, flipped to the closed sign and locked the door. "I need you now mon amour."Taking my hand he led me up some back stairs.
"Welcome to my home," he said.
Absolutely as I'd expect from Phillippe. It was a study in masculinity. Leathers, textures, wood, metal, warm dark colors. Provocatively dark and lusty..
In a blink we were naked, twined in an embrace and kissing.
"Mon amour I couldn't quit thinking about you," he said breaking the kiss.
"I need you so much," I whispered. "Take me to your bed. I want to wrap my thighs around you, lock you inside me. I need to feel your weight on me."
Philippe's virility was almost overwhelming, but I needed him to be mine. My Dad would always be my lover, but he would never be mine. Not really.
"Me baiser yes fuck me," he said, his voice low and gravel. "Ma copine," he said, then remembering he was speaking French said, "My girl."
The breathtaking attraction was mutual. He lovingly laid me on the soft coverlet on his bed and knelt between my legs. His balls and cock hung heavy and swayed between his strong thighs.
His hands stroked down my inner thighs, spreading me wider. He smiled looking at my smooth shaved pussy.
"You like that daddy," I asked, and felt the puff of his groan on my soft pink lips. .
"Yes my darling," he said, his voice gravelly. "You know me too well already ma fille." His eyes were heavy lidded with desire, full of lust.
He rhythmically tongued my clit and immediately sent me over the edge. I moaned, arching my body as the orgasm racked through me.
He moved closer and I took his monstrous cock and rubbed the head down my slit. Still so wet from his mouth and my orgasm. I knew this time I could take his hard meat inside me. I wanted him on top of me. Needed his weight on me.
We locked eyes and he started speaking French as he pushed into me. I rocked up to meet him, taking his cock in one motion. He growled and ground deep. Lowering to his elbows, I could squeeze his hard muscled ass. I could kiss my taste on his lips.
"Daddy, you feel so fucking good inside me," I murmured, moaning and we slammed together. Deep gravelly grunts and he went over the edge, driving deep, locked together.
We lay, entwined together, catching our breath. I think we both dozed for awhile. I didn't care. I was in his arms.
"I would be a lucky man to be your ton pere, your daddy," he growled, pulling me closer. I wrapped myself around him, debating with myself about how honest I should be with him.
"What if I told you my daddy was very lucky, as am I, his daughter?"
He looked at me for a moment, and for that moment I couldn't read his face. I thought I made a big mistake and so many regrets flashed through my mind.
He took my hand that lay on his chest, kissed it and pressed it onto his cock, which was moving under my hand. "This is the effect you have on me, and what you just told me is doing to me," he whispered. "I've never gotten hard this quickly before. You are driving me crazy, Alessia. For many reasons." He shook his head. "But first, tell me about you and your very lucky dad?"
"He came into town on business and..." I went on to tell him the story to this point.
"Ah, I should have known Maddie was involved somehow," he chuckled. "She is such a sexy woman. I remember the first time she came into my shop... I need to tell you now that my time with you and Maddie in the dressing room has only happened a time or two earlier, when I first opened the shop." He stroked my cheek. "First with her and then with you. Since you cherie, I don't notice other women. I'm enchanted with you. Only you.
