I had had a crush on my dad for several years. He is a tall handsome doc.
He has a ravaging humor. Everybody likes to be in his company. Me too.
As I matured, at least physically, I tried to see if he noticed it. I had a so-called fabulous figure. My tits were large and firm. I wasn't too skinny but no extra fat either. My face was what one might call beautiful. But no matter how I tried to see his expressions when seeing me I could detect no significant reaction. Obviously he considered me just an ordinary young lady.
We lived together in a nice house by a lake. My mother died in a car accident when I was fourteen. We had a long time of mourning together, both missing her tremendously. But life must go on and so our everyday life evened out.
Our holidays we spent together either spending a week in Florida in the summer or a couple of weeks in Aspen doing some downhill skiing. The weekends we spent enjoying the solitude by the lake quite outside our house. We read a lot, often the same books in turn. It is most interesting to change opinions about the books. We enjoyed being together a lot. The only thing that intrigued me was that our friendship was so totally platonic. We actually never touched each other. I was longing for my dad's embraces and gentle touches. They never had come. We were only very good friends.
From time to time I took up the question. Dad's reaction was always evasive, he just explained that it didn't seem right. I should just be content with the knowledge, that he loved me more than anything in the world.
As I had my eighteenth birthday I got from dad a big present card. I decided to try to spend the money in a way that would please both of us. In effect that meant new clothing. I thought it was time to have some adult garments.
The result was a total set in red, starting from red high-heeled shoes ending in a red hat to go with it all. Further I bought a new bikini for the lake-life.
Looking at myself in the mirror in the shop, I felt very satisfied. Now my father had to notice that I am a woman. He did.
It was Friday night. I rigged myself in the new outfit and waited for dad to come home. As he stepped in through the door I went to meet him, without the hat though.
Daddy looked stunned.
"What, do we have a lady in the house?" he asked with a broadening smile on his face.
"You always have," I answered mirroring his smile.
"Yes, but as you have been in jeans and such, I have always considered you my little wonderful girl, not realized that you are a beautiful young woman," he said.
"You really are blind, thanks anyway for the compliment."
"We must go to club and celebrate your birthday and show you off to my friends," Daddy suggested.
"That would be lovely. Do you like my birthday present?" I asked turning around.
"It looks terrific. You seem to have good taste".
Soon we sat in Daddy's car on our way to the club.
"Could we afterwards drop in somewhere where we could dance?" I wagered.
"Let's see what time we are ready at the club," he replied.
We had a very nice dinner. Every now and then some of Daddy's pals came up to our table, had Daddy to introduce them, then explaining that they wanted to ask something of my father. They all chatted with me explaining how grateful Dad should be having such a lovely daughter. In a way it was nice, if in the long run slightly boring. But this was what Daddy obviously wanted when bringing me to the club.
At one point Dad decided to leave the car. This meant that we could freely have all the drinks we wanted to have. For me it meant that I started to feel a bit dizzy around eleven. Not too much, but still.
"Which place did you have in mind for the dancing?" Daddy asked at midnight.
"How about 'Club 37'?" I asked. "It's a place where the clientele isn't too young."
"Yes, I've been there. It's a nice place. Let's go there," Dad decided.
He settled the bill and we moved on. It was only a ten minutes walk. I felt that this walk did well to me, my dizziness.
We got a table in the back of the club. People looked at us as if they thought something bad about the couple, the man so old that he could be my father. Or was it only my imagination? Now I realized one benefit with the kind of clubs we had visited earlier that night. There you could be entirely relaxed. We ordered drinks and sat at our table for a while watching the going on.
One advantage at this new club was that nobody came over to chat. Now we were in splendid seclusion. As a slow peace was being played Dad asked me for a dance.
"I have never danced to anything so slow," I exclaimed.
"Time for you to have a new experience then," he said taking my hand and we walked to the dancing floor.
"There are other experiences I would like to have with you," I thought, but of course didn't say that out aloud.
We started to dance. At first it felt awkward, Dad keeping his arm around me and leading my steps. But the rhythm was good and I started to like this old-fashioned style of dancing. More people came on the floor, and slowly, as involuntarily, Daddy kept me closer to himself. Soon we were dancing front touching front. I noticed at one point that my breasts were pressing against Dad's chest. Dad had his eyes closed as if enjoying the moment. It felt good. The music stopped, but we remained on the floor.
As if waking up Daddy explained: "It's normal with two dances in a row."
The next tune was a fast one so we had a "normal dance" being apart and doing the compulsory movements. He did it well too, but I realized that I missed the closeness. After that peace we returned to the table.
"You can't dance too many dances in a row either, then you get too hot," Daddy explained. "Hot in what way?" I thought.
We ordered new drinks and sat there smiling at each other. It was lovely to be out with Dad as couple.
There was more disco music coming up and after a while daddy asked; "Would you like another dance baby?"
"Let's wait for a bit," I replied.
"Oh, so you didn't like dancing with your old man?" he said with a mock hurt expression on his face.
"I love it, just wanted a rest," I countered.
We planned the Saturday afternoon by the lake. Swimming might be possible, the days had been warm and sunny. The water temperature might be sufficient.
Now came a slow peace again.
