"So you are spending the weekend with him?"
"Yeah," 18-year-old Liz answered her friend as she stuffed a bra and panty set into her bag. "He's got a few days off and figured we should meet and hang out. He got us hotel rooms in Memphis."
"Days Inn daddy, huh. Why don't you just go to his house?" Stephanie asked.
"Cause he said they are doing extermination or something. It's just easier to meet there, anyway. I like the city and he'll take me to a nice restaurant." Liz replied, stuffing a pair of shorts into her bag, taking them out again and replacing them with a skirt. "I never know how to pack when I see him." She turned and looked in her bedroom mirror. "I haven't seen him in like six months. I wonder if he'll like my tan."
Stephanie laughed, "This is your dad you're talking about, not some horny zit boy. He won't care about your tan. He'll care if you have a job."
"You don't know my dad very well. He's always paid attention to my appearance. That's why I exercise so much- he was always conscious of my health as a kid, especially when my mom started gaining so much weight. He didn't want me to turn out the way she did." Liz turned and saw her mom walk into the doorway, and sighed. She was very happy that she was built more like her dad- tall and lean. Liz played basketball and worked out to keep her legs, stomach, and muscles toned. Her 36 C breasts were firm from the nautilus work and sat high on her chest. She smiled sympathetically at her mom, "it's only the weekend. I'll be back Monday night."
"Just be careful. And tell John – tell your father that he needs to call about your tuition money this semester."
Liz pulled into the parking lot around 5pm and saw her dad standing against his old blue Ranger, checking the messages on his phone. He smiled as she pulled into a space across the lot and hopped out of the car. "Hi dad!" Liz exclaimed as she hugged him close. "You look good!" And he did. John worked at as much or more than Liz did. Enjoying life as a single middle-aged man took work, but it paid off. He looked a little muscular to Liz- his age only showing in the slight graying at his temples.
"You don't look so bad yourself, little girl. That tan is very nice. Is it all over?" John winked, pulling the strap of her tank top aside. Liz slapped his hand and hugged him again, and they walked into the hotel together.
John checked Liz into the hotel – her own room with a queen size bed. "I need a shower, I'll talk to you in a few minutes," Liz said as she closed the door. John stood for a minute, staring at the peep hole, wishing he could see through, watch her strip that tank top off her glorious body, slide her jeans down her firm legs, revealing the cute little bikini panties that draped her curvy, luscious ass…
John shook his head. He knew it would be very hard to keep calm throughout the weekend – while sexual freedom was not only his philosophy, but practically a ritual, it certainly wouldn't be fair to impose those ideas on his daughter. He sighed again and headed to his own room, talking down the hard-on growing in his pants.
Liz slipped into the steaming, hot shower, water caressing her shoulders. She enjoyed the time away from her mom- even the time away from Stephanie. She smiled as she slid the soap across her neck. "My dad is so cute," she thought, "the way he moved the strap of my tank top like that… it's almost like he wanted to kiss me or something- don't I wish." Liz understood the taboo about daddies and daughters, but they didn't share the parent-child relationship. Besides, sex is sex, and it should be fully explored and thoroughly enjoyed. She sighed again as she slid her hand down across her thigh and mons, tracing the tiny line of hair down to her vaginal lips… touching gently. "Oh, dinner!" Liz quickly rinsed her hair and stepped out of the shower toweling off. She slid on a little blue sundress and sandals, wrapped her hair in a makeshift bun, put on a little makeup, and headed toward her fathers room.
