Okay. She is not really my daughter by blood, but she is my adopted step-daughter. I have been there since day one when she was born, literally. I have the honor of being listed on her birth certificate as the "attending physician." You see, when her mother started going into labor, she called 911. At the time I was a young fireman/paramedic and responded to the call. We rushed her mother to the hospital, and with less than 4 blocks to go, she gave birth to a baby girl in the back of the ambulance. Her mother named her Kayla. About a week later, I stopped by to drop off some presents the guys at the firehouse got her, and to ask her mother to drop by the station for a picture with the newspaper, and the unveiling of the pink stork decal on the side of the ambulance.
From that day on, I saw Kayla every day. Her mother and I started dating, and eventually we married. By that time, I was so in love with the both of them that when her mother asked me to marry her; I didn't even hesitate to say yes. Her mother was two years older than me. We went to the same high school, so I knew of her, but we never hung out. I was a shy, nerdy, band geek, and she played sports and was a varsity football cheerleader. After she graduated she became a heavy partier; always drunk, always high, always had her legs spread. Alcohol, drugs, and sex with guys and girls was her life. She doesn't remember most of it. She had no idea who Kayla's dad was. After I graduated high school I attended college, got a bachelor degree in fire science and able to land a modest paying firefighter/paramedic job. Since I was nerdy, and a band geek, my experiences with women were non-existent. I wasn't a virgin when I got married though. Kayla's mom took my virginity after our third date.
In 30 years of marriage, my wife introduced me to all kinds of freaky sex. When masturbating is the only form of sex you had in high school and college, everything is freaky. When I masturbated I only shot maybe three ropes. My wife changed that. I went from no sex to having sex three or four times a day. Before she took my virginity, she measured me. I was just over 10 inches long and just under 3 inches in circumference. It was my wife who got me into the leg and foot fetish. The first time my wife made me cum was in between her shiny nylon thighs. I began to look forward to the week she would be on her period. The week would be filled with nylon and bare feet footjobs. After seemingly teasing me for hours I usually shot about 10 ropes. Once it was 16. On that day I was treated to a slow lazy hand job and blow job that lasted over two hours, while I kissed and smelled her nylon feet. This became her favorite position and her favorite sex activity.
My wife got cancer and she fought hard, but chemo treatments made her sick for days. We even tried holistic medicine, but the cancer finally took her from me. But that is not the story I'm going to tell. By the time my wife died, Kayla was 32 years old, married and with two children of her own. I was a month short of my 56th birthday. We are going to start long before that.
I adopted Kayla by her 8th birthday after she whined to her daddy constantly that she didn't have the same last name as her mom or two younger siblings. By this time, she established herself as daddy's little girl. After her 8th birthday we started daddy/daughter date night. Once a month it would be her and I going to see a movie or I would take her out for pizza. When Kayla entered high school, she got involved in sports, cheerleading, and played the trumpet. She was constantly busy, but always set aside time for daddy/daughter night. Our dates became longer in duration, as it was now dinner and a movie, or shopping and a movie. Things started to change a little after her 16th birthday. She would hold my hand and kiss me on the cheek on our dates. She started to wear pantyhose almost every day whether she was wearing a dress or jeans. On our way home from our dates she would take her shoes off, slide over in the seat next to me and wrap herself around my arm. She would put her feet up onto the seat or onto the arm rest on the passenger door and tell me how much fun she had being with me tonight. She would tell me how much she loved me and how happy she was that I was her dad. I'm certain she feigned falling asleep on my arm almost every time, but I didn't mind. I liked being with her, and being alone with her. She was growing into a beautiful young woman. In between watching the road, I got to peek at her nylon or bare feet. Only her mother, who did wonderful things to me with her feet, had better looking feet than my daughter. Sometimes I wondered if Kayla was already sexually active, but I would never ask her that. To me, she was as pure as a fresh snowfall. Some nights after her mother would go to bed and I would stay up late to watch the news, she would appear out of her bedroom in just a night shirt to "talk" with me during the news. I was treated to a half hour of watching her put lotion on her gorgeous bare legs and bare feet; definitely inherited from her mother.
After her 18th birthday, daddy/daughter date night eventually came to an end. She moved out on her own, and would stop in once or twice a month on my off days to have coffee and chat with me. I always looked forward to those days. She would call beforehand to make sure I was home from shift and to also check to make sure it was just going to be us. She always would say she missed just being with her dad. During those times, I was treated to a leg and foot display. She would constantly dangle her shoe off the end of her nylon toes, or when she wore flip-flops or sandals, bounce her bare feet and wiggle her toes. She caught me looking plenty of times, but she never said anything about it. She would just smile at me and continue with the conversation. Once, she held her nylon foot up to my face almost touching it to show me the run in the bottom of her stocking along the sole of her foot, then asking for a couple dollars to buy a new pair since she was broke with payday two days away. I ended up giving her a 50 and told her to buy other things she might need as well. She wiggled her nylon toes at me before putting them back into her shoes. With her little girl voice that she used whenever she wanted something from me; I got a "thank you daddy. You're the best." She finished her coffee and our conversation, put the money in her purse, gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek, and with a "see ya later dad" She was gone.
Kayla started dating a guy she worked with, and I was impressed with the tremendous amount of respect he showed for her; and towards us as well. Our coffee conversations eventually turned toward marriage and family. It was during one of these conversations Kayla informed me she wasn't all pure like fresh snow. At the time, she was 3 months shy of her 21st birthday. While I would have bet she was no longer pure, she told me she was still technically a virgin. She didn't have actual intercourse with a boy yet, but broke her hymen using one of her friends' dildos when she was a sophomore in high school before cheerleading practice. She proceeded to tell me names of some guys she jerked off in high school, and some girls she fucked with a strap-on after obtaining one by going to an adult toy store when she was underage.
"All I had to do was give the clerk a twenty and a panty pop. He was old and kind of gross, so I did a reverse on him so I wouldn't get his stuff on me. My girl friends and I, we take turns who is going to be the male. So not only do I fuck them, but they fuck me too."She paused and continued on: "Matt absolutely loves it when I jerk him off using the pantyhose I wore that day. Sometimes I facesit him, and sometimes he smells my feet or sucks on my toes when I give him a handjob or blowjob. When I get a pedicure he practically begs me to use my feet."
I nearly choked on my coffee. She added on to the shock factor by slipping off her shoes and showing me her pink nylon feet with silver toenails. "You can see them anytime you want dad. I got a pedicure yesterday and Matt must have shot a gallon of his sperm onto my feet last night."
I was in a state of shock. "Kayla. Why are you telling me all of this? These are things I really don't want to know about."
