The first thing I sensed Sunday morning was the weight of Jenny's head on my chest. It's been so long since I've slept through the night with a woman, this would take some getting used to. With my mind still foggy from sleep, I wondered if I would actually have the opportunity to get used to this. With Sunday morning came the inevitable end of my weekend with Jenny. So much had happened, more than I ever dreamed possible. I was uncertain of where we would go from here.
I slowly let my eyes blink open, and I saw the sun fluttering through the lowered blinds. The light hit the natural golden highlights in Jenny's dark hair, and I inhaled her scent deeply. She was still sleeping soundly, undoubtedly worn out from our intense experience the night before. Her arm was draped over my chest, and her soft legs were intertwined with mine.
We had been too warm the night before to sleep with anything other than a sheet, and it was covering different parts of her body enticingly. Her little feet stuck out from the end, and the sheet covered from her knees to the small of her back. It rode so low, one more inch and I could have seen the top of her round ass. Her back was rounded beautifully, and I could see the outer curve of her breast pressed against my side.
My cock began to stiffen looking at my beautiful girl, and thinking of all the new things we'd discovered this weekend. I ran my fingertips along the curve of her back, but she didn't move. I briefly entertained the idea of waking her for some fun, but the father in me decided to just let my baby sleep. She needed it.
I slowly pulled free from under her body, little by little. I didn't want to wake my sleeping beauty just yet. Once free, I padded down the staircase and into the kitchen to start some coffee brewing. I stood naked, looking out the back window, taking in the beauty of the sunny morning. I felt like a young man again, revived and so in love. And so well-fucked.
I went back upstairs, willing my throbbing erection to subside. I quietly stepped into some clothes, watching my girl sleep the whole time. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, and every so often she let out a barely audible sigh. I wondered what she was dreaming of.
I left the house and drove to the corner store, using the alone time to reflect. Our weekend may be coming to an end, but I was determined to talk to Jenny today, to find out how she was feeling about everything. The father in me knew that we shouldn't carry on with this, and I resolved to respect her wishes, no matter what they may be. But the man in me knew that now that I'd had her, I couldn't go back to the way things were.
I returned to the house with the Sunday paper and a bottle of champagne. I thought mimosas might be nice with breakfast, and Jenny and I always loved working the Sunday crossword together. When I opened the door, the smell of freshly brewed coffee enticed my senses. I put the champagne in the refrigerator to chill and was just about to pour a cup when I heard the shower turn on upstairs.
The thought of my daughter naked was more exciting than the coffee, so I made my way up the stairs to my bedroom. I walked in and felt the bed, still warm from her body. The bathroom door was open, and I just caught the sight of her feet stepping into the tub. I removed my clothes and stepped into the bathroom.
A mischievous mood hit me, and I grabbed a cup from the bathroom sink. I filled it quietly with cold water, hoping she wouldn't hear the sink with the shower running. I reached up over the shower curtain and took a guess as to where she'd be standing. I turned the cup over and was instantly rewarded with a shriek.
"AAAAGGGH!!! DAAAADDDDYYYEEE!"
I broke into a laugh as she yanked the shower curtain open and slapped at me with wet hands and arms. I stepped in with her, overpowering her as I encircled her with my strong arms. She fought against me, but quickly realized it was useless and settled. I made sure the stream hit her full on, to warm her back up. "Good morning, my good girl" I said with a kiss against her forehead.
"Good morning Daddy," She said disdainfully. "That was mean!"
"I'm sorry sweetheart, I couldn't resist!"
"Where were you? The bed was empty when I woke up..."
She said it with such a sweet pout that I couldn't help but smile.
"I just ran out to the store baby, I got the paper so we can do our crossword."
With that she smiled and cuddled further into my arms, content to be held while the warm water streamed down her back. My erection had never fully subsided, but it was back in full force as I relished the feeling of her smooth wet body pressed against mine. She lifted her head to give me a peck on the lips and then wiggled around to face the other direction. Her perfect round ass was nestled perfectly against my growing cock, and she giggled.
She reached for the shampoo and started to wash her long mane of dark hair. As she worked her fingers against her scalp, I ran my fingertips down her body, tracing the path of the soap suds. She let out a little moan and her flesh puckered into goosebumps. I wasn't sure if it was because of my actions, or because of her scalp massage, but it gave me an idea.
I reached up and pulled down the removable massage shower head. I turned it to a setting with a pulsing, more concentrated stream. I raised it to rinse her soapy head, just like I used to when she was little. I positioned the showerhead about an inch from her scalp, and she let out a long sigh. "God Daddy, that feels so good..."
Once all the shampoo was rinsed from her hair, I moved the showerhead to her shoulders and she stretched them, enjoying the feel of the massaging stream. Without warning, I lowered the showerhead and positioned it in front of her, right between her legs. I made sure the stream hit perfectly on her little sensitive nub, and she gasped.
"Fuck, daddy, God that feels amazing. Don't stop..."
"Don't worry baby, Daddy's got you."
It wasn't long before the pulsing intensity of the stream brought her close to an orgasm, and she was squirming and writhing in my arms. She was wet and slippery, making it hard for me to hold on to her, but I held fast. Her legs started to tremble, and her breath quickened. I knew she was close, so I put my free hand on her back and pushed her forward and down. Her legs locked, and I was able to get my arm under her waist just as she let go and let out a long moan. I looked down between her legs and could see her perfect pink lips clenching and releasing over and over with her orgasm.
