My father has always been what most girls dream of, but very few get. There whenever I needed him, always supported me even if some of my ideas were...half baked...at best. Once when I was little, I was sick and had to stay in the hospital for a few nights. He stayed every night with me just so I wouldn't wake up alone there. I am very lucky.
Having recently moved into my first apartment I couldn't be more excited. I always knew I didn't want roommates or a live in boyfriend. I've always had to share space at home and this was going to be all mine!! Any music I wanted to blast, any cool art I wanted would be hung on the walls. My first taste of total freedom and I loved it.
I have always struggled a bit with body issues. Unlike most girls who struggle with being overweight, I've always been underweight. Long arms, long legs, but skinny as a rail. I got called "toothpick" and "rectangle" for my lack of curves.
Sometimes that insecurity manifests itself in strange ways. I recently decided I wanted an epic suntan this summer and since my apartment comes with a community pool, that became my new leisure activity. But after only one weekend by the pool and the countless looks from guys followed by creepy pick up lines I was done. "Come here often?" "Yeah, mostly because I fucking live here." There has to be a better way.
I rang up my mom and we arranged for a day by their pool. They only recently had it installed and my mom was taking full advantage, laying out there every weekend and taking advantage of those Hispanic genes that I proudly own half of. The next Saturday I headed up there and spent the afternoon working on my tan with Mom while having some drinks by the pool. Dad was puttering around the yard as usual when summertime hit.
After a few hours and a few drinks, I turned over on my chair and saw Dad at the sliding door looking out at us. For a moment he seemed off, intense almost. I assumed he was looking at Mom, who has dressed on the skimpy side my whole life. But when I looked over, her back was to him and he couldn't possibly see her. Then it hit me...
...he's looking at me.
I was stunned for a moment...frozen with confusion. Why's he looking at me like that? Did we just make eye contact? Why is he still there? But then something more confusing happened. I got flushed...warm...my heartbeat picked up involuntarily. I found myself looking right back at him...and the more I matched his gaze, the warmer I got. Finally my mom said "I'm going to get in the water, it's so hot out!" I stood up to join her in the pool...I could almost feel my Dad looking at me as I walked away. By the end of the day, the intensity had passed and I headed home and thought little of the day.
During the week I met up with a guy I had gone on a date with the week before. We had dinner out at a nice restaurant, we talked some but I wasn't really feeling him too much. He had some thoughts he shared about politics and gender roles that turned me off pretty quickly. He bragged too much about himself and dismissed too quickly my ideas about subjects. Soon my mind drifted back to last weekend by the pool...wondering if I had imagined it all in a haze of White Claws and sunlight. As my date rambled on about migrants and Ukraine, I started to inventory him and comparing him...to Dad. This man did pretty poorly by that standard. At the end of dinner, I walked myself alone to my car and went home.
Later that night I found myself in bed, restless, slightly frustrated by my date and not able to focus. I was skimming through a bit of an...adult novel and I felt my hand drift down between my legs. Yes...this will definitely help my restless nature. As I read more flowery writings about the act of fucking...my fingers slid between my lips to stroke my swollen clit.
Before long I reached into my drawer for my rabbit toy and had started finding an outlet for all that energy that was built up. My mind drifted back to the words and characters in the book I had been reading and I could feel that tension, the familiar pressure building towards a release. As my mind danced and drifted in made up images to turn me on more...a new image came into my head all on its own.
Dad. Watching me...staring from the window. My mind started editing on its own what happened. Now suddenly I'm noticing his arms, his hands, the swelling and tightness in his shorts. I'm imagining undressing for him, watching his reaction as I show off my tiny breasts and my narrow but round ass. I'm imaging him getting hard, touching himself while he watches his best girl undress for him...yes...that's it Dad...
The orgasm that ripped through me was surprising in its strength and duration. My pussy continued to clench and grip at the rabbit long after most of my orgasms would have faded. By the time I was able to catch my breath and slide the toy out, it was too late for my poor sheets. A wet spot full of slick juice and heavy cream had slid down from inside of me and created a wet spot on the sheets. When I felt like I could trust my legs, I went to the linen closet for a clean towel to put on the bed before going to the bathroom to clean up my mess.
The next two nights ended the same way as the last. Me losing myself in the idea of teasing Dad until I made a new mess. By Friday night, there was not a clean sheet or towel in my house. I decided this weekend would be a great time to go up to Mom & Dad's...to do laundry of course.
