Today was the day. I was finally getting to meet my Daddy. He was everything I needed. It would be our first in person meeting. I got dressed quickly and checked myself in the mirror.
I am 5'3. 250 pounds, glasses, and a rack of the biggest tits EVER. Daddy (based on his pictures) is tall, dark, handsome, and has a smile that makes you quiver. I was so ready to kiss him.
Half an hour later I was in the airport. I was a nervous fucking wreck. I kept looking at my phone. No text. As I looked up from my phone standing in front of me was my Daddy. My heart jumped out of my chest and was laying on the floor (at least that is what it sure felt like).
Smiling at me (oh fuck it's even more sexier in person) he leans down and plants a firm chaste kiss to my lips. I was done for. Every single nerve ending in my body was aware of the fire burning within.
"So little one are you ready to start our adventure?"
I gulped. Fuck. Was I ready? Was I truly face to face with the man I couldn't go a day without thinking of? I swallowed hard and smiled shyly, "Yes Sir, Daddy Sir"
Fuck that was stupid I thought to myself as my face grew bright red. I looked down.
Placing a finger under my chin he lifted my face to meet his gaze. (Goddamn that gaze was delicious)
"Babygirl, Daddy is hungry," leaning into my ear he whispered," and not for food either."
Oh God here we go. My mind was swirling and twirling. I was about to be tasted by my Daddy. He took my hand and walked me to the restroom. Right there in the airport.
"Oh my God! Here Daddy?!" I was embarrassed but excited none the less.
Smiling mischievously at me, he nods his head yes. Pulling me inside and locking the stall door, he pushed me up the wall kissing me. He really was hungry!