The feedback I received both by email and on Lit has persuaded me to write a sequel.
I will ask a similar question. Should I take this further and examine the aftermath? It's in you the readers' hands!
Again I have photos of what I was wearing so if you want them, send me some interesting feedback
Thanks
Sammi x
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Both James' and Sammi's hearts were pounding and their pulses racing as they ended the kiss. Their anticipation of what was surely about to happen reached new heights as they walked slowly across the large, marble tiled poolside towards the ostentatiously luxurious villa in the hills behind Marbella in Spain. His arm was round her shoulders; his fingers were gently stroking her bare arm. Hers was round his waist; she was softly squeezing his hip. Her head was resting on his chest. They reached the house, went in through the floor to ceiling patio doors closing them behind them and embraced. It was dark and welcomingly cool in the house. Their mouths met and again they kissed. It was as deep and long and as adventurous and passionate as before, but now they were more relaxed for they knew the other would accept and respond to the embrace and kiss. They had more time to explore and convey their intent, desire, arousal and sexual need for each other. But at last they broke.
"Oh my God Sammi" James groaned holding her head against his chest.
"What is it dad?" She queried as foreboding built up in her.
"This is so wrong" he muttered stroking her golden hair and revelling in the feel of his daughter's slim, youthfully firm, but womanly rounded, nearly nineteen year old body against his.
"No, no it can't be wrong" she said panicking a little, taking his face in her hands and planting little kisses on his cheeks, chin and lips.
"But it is, I am your father for fuck's sake."
"And I am your daughter for fuck's sake" she retorted.
"I'm sorry Sam."
"For what?"
"For what I have done."
"It's not what you have done dad, it's us, both of us together. It's what we have done."
James was so worried at what they were doing, but also so pleased. He had become increasingly sexually interested in his daughter over the past few months. The seminal moment for this had been at her eighteenth birthday party when they had been dancing and he had got an erection. During the last few months as Sammi waited to go to university the atmosphere had become nearly unbearable for both of them. There had been so many times when something happened, a glance, a touch, standing very close together even a word that made one or the other of them or both want more to happen. But nothing had. They were too concerned and too worried about getting it wrong, about reading the signals and the other's interests incorrectly.
But more was happening now.
"Oh Sammi are you sure?" James asked pulling her even closer and kissing her again.
He was a good kisser. He knew that, after all he'd had loads of practice with both Kelly, his wife Sammi's mother, and a host of other women over the years. Sammi had never been kissed like it before. The way he used his mouth, lips and tongue, the way he sucked on her lips, nibbled them and the tip of her tongue and the way he investigated the inside of her mouth probing and plunging with his tongue was completely new and incredibly arousing for her.
Hanging onto his neck tightly she ground her slim body against his and moaned. "Oh dad, oh, oh, yes,yes."
Her modest breasts were squashed against his chest and were pulled more firmly to it by the pressure James was applying from his hands on her back and waist. That pressure and her own movement were also crushing her flat stomach against the outline of her father's erection, which reared straight up his stomach. To Sammi it felt as beautiful as it felt big. The two guy's she'd slept with since she was eighteen she was sure were much smaller than her father.
"Are you sure Sammi, are you sure my darling?"
"Yes dad, yes Jamie" she said using the name she had coined for him over the last year or so. "I am so totally sure."
James hand found his daughter's buttocks. He squeezed the deliciously soft, yet firm cheek sending tremors of desire through her; none of the young guys she had petted or been to bed with had done that and she loved it. She slid her fingers inside his dark blue, short-sleeved shirt causing some buttons to burst open so that his chest was as good as bare. She ran her fingers through the hairs and across his nipples. That felt good for both of them. They resumed their kiss. As they discovered their own particular way and pattern of kissing so their bodies became attuned to each other. So they became closer and so what was hers became his and what was his became hers. They went through that magic and so special spell of their bodies seemingly fusing together and becoming one. Sammi's breasts became part of James chest, their thighs fused into one mass of smooth flesh and his erection, which was at the centre of their erotic coupling, became part of Sammi's stomach.
James hand at last, almost as an afterthought, almost as if he had forgotten about it earlier and almost as if it wasn't that important, found Sammi's breast. Confirming instantly what he had suspected, well had known really, that she wasn't wearing a bra, he cupped it and squeezed it making Sammi groan, push herself against the hand and revel in the sensational feelings that her father was causing to roar through her young body.
This time the kiss went on and on. This time it was accompanied by their investigative hands; his caressing her breasts and buttocks' hers his chest and bum. And this time it was also accompanied by them using their body on their partner; Sammi's breasts squirming against James' bare chest and his erection thrusting gently yet persistently and enquiringly against her pubic mound and stomach. As much as his surging dick was asking questions of his daughter, her tummy squirming back against his rigidness was giving her father all the answers he had dreamed of for so long. His movements were asking if he could fuck her, hers were demanding that he did just that.
Sammi or their movements had slipped James' shirt over his shoulders and removing his arms one by one from her body he shrugged it off. It then hit him just how chilly it was and he realised that the air conditioning would have been roaring away all day. He also realised that there were no lights on in the house and that the room was only very dimly lit from the patio lamps.
"Let's go upstairs" he whispered into her ear.
Smiling, her extreme nervousness now gone, she replied. "Mmmmm I thought you would never ask."
"Let me get some light in here and turn the AC down."
His erection ballooning in his white shorts James fiddled with the panel just inside the front door and all the lights came on and the AC went off.
