Dearest Jimmy -
It was very enlightening to hear about your encounter with Nicole, and “Nikki” too, for that matter. I couldn't remember at first if she was the woman you were fucking when we met, but since you never got around to actually fucking that woman... well, what was her name again, Lynn something? And of course, you weren’t in college when we met, otherwise you would have been quite a lot too old for me then. You know I love older men, but for fuck’s sake, that would’ve been ridiculous.
Fortunately, as you know, my sexual awakening took a less ridiculous path, at least by our collective standards. Daddy was always the egghead PhD, busy with school and research, and he was oblivious to the charms of the women that wanted him. That included me and Mom, sadly. They had me in their forties and neither related to me very well growing up, especially when I hit my teens. By then, I was aware that Mom was out fucking every man except Daddy, and she didn’t hide that from him. I understand her pain and frustration a little better now, but it always made me mad as a kid to see her rub his face in it. When she ran off and didn’t come back, I was sixteen. I had already discovered her vibrators, dildos, g-strings, strap-ons, and all the other equipment she owned, so when she left, I had a fairly precise idea about what made me feel good. I bought replacements for all the items I liked that first weekend she was gone.
Maybe it was pity for Daddy’s plight, his situation was so sad and pathetic all at the same time, or maybe it’s because he was so goddamn hot with his graying temples, reading glasses, and slender physique. I loved watching him walk around the house in his chinos and cardigan sweaters, dorky and sexy at the same time; he was a lot more interesting than those boys at school I let feel me up. They were all just a dress rehearsal for the real thing, as it turned out.
I turned eighteen right when I graduated from high school, and I was scheduled to begin college in the summer, via an honors program. Daddy and I had actually bonded pretty well during the selection process, and we picked a school that was solid academically and nearby, just in case he needed me. Or more likely, I needed him.
Since he was (and remains) a clod about these things, I knew I would have to do more than wave my ass at him to get his attention. Our hugs had been more intense and our kisses were now full on the lips in those last few weeks before school. A promising start, but I was running out of time. Subtlety, especially for Daddy, would have been futile, and honestly, the hot weather always makes me horny (a trait I know we share, baby!).
Daddy was reviewing film samples from his grad students all during June, so I decided to slip in a movie of my own. I brought the video camera up to my bedroom after he left for class one morning. I liked to keep my pussy hair neat and trim in those days, but to pique Daddy’s interest, I decided to take it all off.
After setting up the camera to zoom in on my crotch, I lathered up my modest pubes with shaving cream and had at it. I spread my legs wide open and slowly, deliberately, meticulously removed every hair. It felt great! When I finally concluded my activities with the razor, I was soaking wet and played with myself, teasing my clit short of climax. I then walked up to the camera and said softly, “Daddy, please finish the job.”
The three longest hours of my life were waiting for Daddy to get home after I finished taping. He came in as usual, hands full of papers and films, and he bussed me on the lips. I held the kiss extra-long this time, and then I asked him if he had a second to help me with something. I had on only a tank top and short denim skirt, and I kicked off my sandals as we walked back to his office.
I told him I had made a movie of my own, and I was interested in his professional opinion. Daddy nodded and sat down. I shook with anticipation but managed to get the tape into the VCR and hit play successfully. His eyes grew wide when he saw a naked pussy on the screen, and he stammered something, but I told him it was an art film and to see it through.
I also noticed his lovely dick twitching in his trousers. The shaving went on for about five more minutes, during which his bulge grew considerably. There was no noise in the room except for our heavy breathing, me watching Daddy watch the movie.
