Daddy's Little Girl: My date with Daddy
Part Two of the Daddy's little Girl series
Mistress Joanna
I'm so excited! It's Tuesday evening, and dad is coming to visit me tomorrow for our lunch date!
I haven't told him about the little surprise I have in store for him. I hope he likes it.
I take the silky negligee out of my drawer and hold it up against my naked body. I know exactly how I'm going to wear it, the way I want my hair and make up to look. Oh daddy, you're in for such a treat!
I pull the little packet of pills from my side desk. I had been to my doctor as soon as I'd returned to Uni, and asked to be put on the contraceptive pill. Daddy was so wonderful using condoms for me, but I don't want him to stress about putting one on every time we want to have sex. I smile and take one before sliding the packet back inside the desk.
***
Wednesday comes, and I barely pay attention to my morning classes. I'm so tightly wound, bouncing up and down in my chair. My tutor seems unperturbed by my obvious lack of attention, and continues lecturing. My stomach is in knots and my palms are sweaty. Not long until he's here. I can't wait to be in his arms again, to kiss him, to claim him. My pussy clenches as I think about what I've got in store for my old man tonight. He's going to be so amazed!
Finally, the morning lessons finish. My roommates have already disappeared for the rest of the day, going somewhere or another with their for-now boyfriends. For once, I'm not bitter about this fact. I'm pleased they're fucking somewhere other than my room. My room is occupied tonight.
I rush to get changed, slipping in to a low cut top that shows ample cleavage and tight jeans that hug my ass. I apply some light make up and brush my hair, letting it fall loosely down my back.
I grab my purse and leave my dorm.
My dad is waiting at the car park.
He beams when he sees me, closing the distance between us in a few strides, before grabbing me up in his arms and hugging me tighter than he ever has before.
I kiss his cheek before he puts me down.
"Oh princess, I've missed you so much!" He coos, taking a good look at me.
His smile turns from fatherly to lustful in two seconds flat. I smile seductively at him.
"Gabbie, baby, you look amazing. I know I should be telling you off for wearing such distracting clothing, but you look so hot..." I see his erection growing in his jeans. I smile wider.
"Daddy, you make me laugh. Let's go, I know this little restaurant that's far enough away that no one will recognize us, you know, if we wanted to kiss or whatever..." I let that thought linger in the air.
Dad smiles at me and opens the passenger side door, ever the gentleman.
"Thank you, daddy." I say as I slide in.
I type the directions for the restaurant in to dads sat nav as he pulls out the car park.
It doesn't take us too long to get there, and from the look of it, it's pretty dead. Perfect.
Dad parks and I jump out the car.
Inside, it's even quieter than I thought. There are only a handful of people here, all spaced out in different areas, as though being near to other people would give them an infection.
The maître d welcomes us as we walk in. I ask for a private table for two. He obligingly takes us to a small booth away from anyone. I smile and sit down, taking the menu from him.
Daddy orders a bottle of red wine, and the maître d leaves.
"What's with the wine?" I ask, eyebrow raised.
"I want to spoil my favourite girl in the World, what's wrong with that?" Dad answers coyly, smiling at me. I smile back, taking his hand across the table.
"I've missed you, dad. I'm so happy you're here."
Dad smiles warmly at me, "Me, too, princess. I can't believe we're on a father-daughter date together. It sounds so 'normal' when I say it like that, but we both know it means so much more..."
I nod in agreement. I know what he means. Father-daughter dates happen all the time, but not usually when the two are in a sexual relationship with each other.
Our wine arrives, along with two glasses. The waiter pours it skillfully, and I take a glass.
"To us!" I say, clinking my glass to my father's.
"To us. May we never be apart." My dad adds, taking a long sip from his glass.
The meal is spectacular, and the conversation flows without pause. I sit and look at my father, dressed in his loose shirt and dark jeans, his muscles visible underneath. The short sleeved shirt allows me to see his toned biceps and his large tattoos that cover his arms. I look at his chiseled face, his gorgeous eyes and unkempt hair. My body longs for his touch.
I know he's my father, but I can't help but lust for him. I suddenly have the urge to tear his clothes off and fuck him right here in the booth. I see him eyeing my body, and I know he's thinking the same.
I take my foot out of my shoe and rub it up his leg underneath the table. I see his eyes widen.
I smile devilishly as my foot skims up further. It doesn't take me long to find his bulge. He's hard, and now he knows that I know it. I lick my lips seductively, and his dick pulses inside his jeans.
"Everything okay with your meals?" The waiter asks, disturbing our sexual tension. He must realize he's interrupted something, as he stutters an apology. I smile reassuringly at him.
"Everything's brilliant, thank you. I'm practically food-orgasmic."
The waiter and my dad both look at me, stunned. I smile innocently at them, as though it was a perfectly normal thing to say. The waiter stutters again before leaving. I laugh.
"Gabriela!" My dad chastises. I look at him with my big innocent eyes and he sighs in resignation.
He calls the waiter over and asks for the bill.
***
We make it back to my dorm in next to no time at all. We keep our stances casual in case anyone notices us. Everyone here knows he's my dad, so it won't be weird for him to visit, but it would certainly raise questions if I suddenly started snogging my dad on campus grounds.
