Oh What A Dream

Part two in the making. This is my first story. Comments and criticisms very welcome. Hope you all enjoy!

It was Sunday night and I couldn't wait to see him!

A little about myself. My name is Amaya, and I'm 22. I stand fairly tall at 5'10" with a healthy build. I'm not fat but I have meat on my bones. Brown eyes and brown, wavy hair that easily reached my waist. 34c breasts and a nice booty to go with them on account of sports in high school. Moving on..

My parents divorced when I was young and my dad was usually away on business so it was just my mom and me for the most part. After taking a break from school for a bit and living with some friends in the city I decided it was time to come home to mom and get my life on the right path and start college.

A few months into my first semester my dad had been away more than usual and I started fearing it was because he just didn't want to be around me anymore. My mom always bothered him for money and blamed it on me and with school in the works now, it only got worse.

Then something great happened. I was in my room knee deep in about ten textbooks for an assignment I had been working on for weeks when my phone buzzed. It was my dad! He was letting me know he was going to be in town tonight but didn't know how long so he wanted to have dinner and maybe hang out afterward to catch up. The little girl in me was screaming. I was so excited at the idea of seeing my dad I could pass out.

I tried to focus on my paper since I had a good 4 hours until my dad told me to meet him for dinner but it just wasn't going to happen. I was so ecstatic about seeing my dad I couldn't help but start getting ready. I hadn't seen my dad in almost a year and I wanted him to be pleased at how much I've grown up since then. It was a problem I had... Always wanting to please my father. To be good enough for him.

I let the water glide down my body as the worry started to set in while I was trying to shower. As much as I loved seeing my dad I always hated the immediate goodbyes that followed. I tried my best to shake it off and finished up so I could choose an outfit.

I've always been pretty casual. Never being one to dress up so picking out an outfit took no time at all. I decided to go with something nice but still true to my casual nature. A wavy black and white patterned skirt that went just past my knees with a white t-shirt that had a lace back.

I was always blessed with my hair, rarely having to do more than brush it so here I was with more than 2 hours left before my dad was ready for dinner with nothing left to do. So back to my paper I went.

Hoping to distract myself from the growing nerves racing between my mind and the pit of my stomach I dived into my paper as best I could and to my surprise it worked. Too much so actually. I snapped out of it when my phone dinged signaling I had a message from my father.

"Just got to the restaurant honey. See you soon."

Crap! I got so distracted by my paper i didn't even realize I was running late. I through on my ballet flats and ran out the door.

Thankfully my dad chose a restaurant that was fairly close to my house so I was only about ten minutes late.

"Hi daddy, sorry I'm late I was working on a paper for class and just got into my own world."

He stood up to greet me with a big hug kissing me on the cheek and said

"Don't fret baby girl I'm so happy to see you."

We took our seats and continued on with what turned out to be a very pleasant dinner. He told me about his travels to the California, old friends of the family he had seen along the way. Asked about school and even asked about my mother. Mind you he had a foul expression the whole time he soke of her.

After a wonderful meal and quite a bit of small talk it was time to go and I began to panic. It just wasn't enough time with him.

Walking out to his car I asked, "Any idea how long you're here for yet."

"Not yet baby girl. Waiting to hear back from my client. If I get the answer I'm looking for tonight I could be out of here as early as the morning." He replied.

"NO! You can't go so soon. I missed you so much daddy you have to stay. " I was whining now and I knew it but the thought of him leaving so soon broke my heart.

"Well see how it goes baby girl. Okay." He said.

With a pout on my full lips all I would say in response was "okay".

Since I took a cab my father offered to take me home but looked a bit reluctant and I assumed it was because of my mother. Thankfully she had been out of town chasing down a new victim on some island in the Bahamas so his frown turned upside down pretty quickly.

As he was helping me into his fairly small sports car I couldn't help but feel like someone was staring at my ass. I tried to shake it off at first but when I noticed by fathers trousers seemed to be a bit tighter in the crotch area I couldn't help but wonder. No, it had to be my imagination. I know I've grown but come one, I'm his daughter, he'd never look at me like that... Right?

I decided I wanted to test my theory a bit so as he was going around to get into the car I readjusted my breasts so my cleavage escalated a fair amount and even pinched my nipples a bit to get them hard. My nipples always got rock hard when I was turned on and I wanted to see if he would notice. Or better yet, how he would react.

I finished adjusting myself just as my father slid into the driver's seat so now I just needed to find out how to get his attention to my breasts. Then I saw it, a bottle of water in the cup holder. I knew this car was fairly loud when it started and if I timed it perfectly this would certainly get my father to look and there's no way he wouldn't be able to resist a good hard look.

I grabbed the bottle and asked if I could have a sip. He shrugged his shoulders as he reached for the ignition so I quickly opened the top and held the bottle to my lips as I waited for the motor to kick on. When it did I pretended to be startled and jumped, spilling almost half the bottle onto my white shirt.

My father went frantic apologizing for startling me and looking for things to help dry me off and before he could realize what he was doing he was patting down my supple breasts with some napkins. Soon though, he realized what he was doing and who he was doing it to and pulled his hands away, but not his eyes.

I looked down and between my white shirt and white bra, the outline if my brown areola was clearly visible, and my nipple stood out like an eraser on a pencil. As I suspected my dad was practically hypnotized by them. Staring with his mouth open until a family walking to their car passed by us and broke his gaze.

"I'm so sorry baby girl, let's get you home." Was all he managed to croak out.

I was in a daze on the way home as we drove in complete silence. I didn't know what to think. Was it my dad's gaze I felt on my ass getting into the car? Could I have imagined the strain in his pants or the way he stared so intently at my tits? And why was all of this making the pit of my stomach get that warm feeling you get when you're really turned on? I was going crazy. That's the only rational explanation.

I was so deep in thought I didn't even realize we had pulled into the driveway of my house.

"Do you want to come in for a bit daddy? Please? Mom is gone and I'd love to watch a movie or something and catch up some more." I pleaded.

My dad still seemed pretty distracted but as soon as he saw how much this meant to me he finally smiled and said, "lead the way, but only if you make me your special cheesy popcorn."

After coming to the conclusion that I had gone completely crazy in the car and my lack of luck in the bedroom lately didn't help matters I was ready to whip up some popcorn and snuggle up on the couch with my dad for a movie. That was until about 20 minutes later when my eyelids felt like weights and I started dozing off with my legs resting on my dad's lap.

My father noticed me nodding off and offered to leave but I refused telling him how much just being near him meant to me. So he merely smiled and put his hands on my legs getting more comfortable.

I must have given in an fallen asleep cause the next thing I remember is my dad gripping my foot and whispering my name...

"Amaya? Are you sleeping?"

There was something in his voice, something that told me he knew I was asleep but was testing me to see if I would wake up. Realizing this that familiar warmth in my stomach returned and I pretended I was still asleep. Despite my pounding heart and the sweat gathering on my palms.

"Amaya, sweetie did you fall asleep on your daddy?"

Deciding I was asleep and was going to stay that way, I could feel my dad's hands start to caress my legs softly. Starting at my ankles and my calves, he started to slowly work his way up. My calves to my knees, my knees to my thighs. So slowly from my thighs to my inner thighs, pushing my skirt up gently as he goes.

As goosebumps for all over my body I hear him whisper,

"That's right baby girl. I knew it was daddy you were moaning for in your dreams. Dumping water all over your tits for me then having wet dreams about me... What's a poor old man to do with a sexy little body like your sprawled out for me like an offering?"

I couldn't believe it! First of all apparently I wasn't crazy. Second of all scratch that. I must be crazy because the next thing I know a moan slips out. I'm enjoying this! My father working his way between my legs and the wetness between them is growing!

He slows down just before he reaches my aching center and gently begins massaging my inner thighs. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears, my breath is ragged and my hips are beginning to roll as my body is begging for him to move closer.

"God baby girl how you've grown. I can smell your sex already and it smells so sweet. I don't know if I can resist taking what I've wanted for so long. My sweet baby girl. I know that pussy is tight and built just for me. I want to split that little pussy of yours open baby girl."

He gently lifts my legs off of him still trying not to wake me as be slides off the couch and onto the floor. Quickly, he replaces his hands to my inner thighs massaging again until finally, painfully slow, he works his was to the ends of my legs. To the soaking center of my sex and as he takes one finger and traces the outline of where my lips meet I almost come apart. Before I can't stop myself the silence is broken by me moaning, begging daddy to touch me again.

His hand freezes and I can feel his body tense. Shit! He knows I'm awake. I turn to face him and see the terror in his eyes as he quickly snaps his hand away.

"It's not what you think, I can explain!" He starts.

I put a finger to his lips to stop him.

"It's okay.." Is all I say before I grab his hand and shove it back between my legs.