This story was written for a young female reader of Literotica.com. She sent me an email expressing her love for my work and requested a story depicting an event between her and her own father. I hope she and all enjoy. As always, I welcome all responses. Be sure to check out the rest of my stories, both factual and fiction. ~Ryno
As my wife closed the door on her way to work, my mind flashed back to the days when she had to pull herself away from my lips in order to get to work on time. Now, a wave of the hand or maybe a quick “Bye” is the norm. I guess after a child, several promotions and many years past, it is just a bit more difficult to keep the spark alive. For now, I drift back into memories of a more loving time.
My daydreaming is interrupted by the sound of an off-key version of a song I have been hearing too much of lately. Teenage girls, when they love something they can’t seem to get enough. My daughter Kelly was no different. I have heard nothing but this song coming from her room for the last 4 weeks. Worse yet, I have been forced to hear her trying to sing it over and over and over again. Strolling into the kitchen, fresh from an hour of shower, make-up, hair and clothes decisions, she goes straight for the toast I just buttered. With a quick smile and kiss on my cheek she disappears back into her room for final preparations before heading off to school.
I look down at my empty plate and smile. It is strange the little quirks we inherit from birth. Her dancing, singing, stealing my breakfast and sweet kisses completed my morning flashback. If I had not been of sound mind, I would have thought that my wife had returned. Kelly’s mannerisms were identical to her mother’s. So sweet and care-free. So innocent and yet so sexy. My little girl was growing up, growing up to be a very lovely woman.
I decided against breakfast, poured another cup of coffee, grabbed the paper and headed outside to enjoy the crisp sunny morning. Sitting on my back deck, my mind kept returning back to my little girl. It seems just yesterday I taught her to swim in our pool and later the same day, to dive. Her cute little one-piece suit with sunflowers and flip-flops to match. She was the cutest and I a very proud papa. That suit is long gone now, replaced with a skimpy bikini that at our last BBQ had all the neighborhood boys attention. Me, still proud.
“Bye daddy,” she called out from inside.
I turned to see her close the door behind her just as her mother did 30 minutes ago.
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Working from home can be difficult without a little discipline. Today I had none. I finished my paper, drank all my coffee and cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, but had yet to step foot in my office. I decided exercise was the key to jumpstart my day. I changed into my running shoes, shorts and tank and took off out the front door. It was a gorgeous day. I waved to Mrs. Wilton who was planting yet another rose in her overgrown flowerbed. It reminded me of last month when I attempted to plant a bunch of colorful flowers in the backyard by the pool. A week later they were all brown. As I pulled them up to toss in the trash, Kelly came out to swim, but instead stood over me with her hands on her hips.
“Daddy, do think you are Mrs. Wilton?” She wore a big grin and the smallest bikini I had ever seen. “It’s ok, I still love you.” Before I could say a word, she had bent down to kiss my cheek, exposing some very deep cleavage and then turned to the pool.
As I finished my first mile, I felt a slight jump of my penis. As I was running and thinking about my teenage daughter, I was getting aroused. Yikes! I quickly picked up my pace and turned my mind to the papers that must be completed by the Friday. Yes work… work.
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Several hours later, just after noon, I sat at my desk finishing a response to a business email, still stinking of my run. I felt my muscles start to stiffen, crying out for a hot shower. Moments later, my body covered soapy Irish Spring suds, my muscles relaxed and mind cleared of business. Instead thoughts of my sexy blonde bride standing by the pool dripping with water sent blood pulsing into my penis. Using the slippery suds, I slowly stroked my penis as it continued to lengthen and harden. The image changed with my wife’s back to me as she seductively removed her bikini. In my mind, I walked closer, reached out to caress her shoulder, she turned slowly and looked up into my eyes. But it wasn’t my wife. To my surprise and pleasure, it was my daughter Kelly. My penis jerked and I felt as if I could cum right there. Suddenly I realized what I was imagining and stopped short. I shook my head and rinsed off.
What is it with me? Why all these thoughts? Perhaps it was the lack of intimacy between my wife and I. Combine that with Kelly’s growth into a sexy young woman and her close resemblance to her mother, my wife. My mind swirled with guilt and eroticism. Stopping the madness, I went straight to my office and pulled out a file that needed to be completed. Yes, work.
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