Sarah Miller crouched at her front door, her backpack at her feet and her belongings strewn all over the doormat.
"Keys...keys... come on, where are you?!" She furiously muttered to herself as she rummaged to the very bottom. Realising that she had left her keys in her work locker, she groaned in frustration and thought about her options.
Her boyfriend Richard wouldn't be home until morning so she couldn't wait, so she decided to get an Uber to her parents where her spare house key was.
Opening the app, she sighed as the closest car was 25 minutes away. Reluctantly she ordered the car and proceeded to wait.
Five minutes into her wait, a sudden clap of thunder signalled the arrival of fat drops of rain that quickly soaked Sarah to the skin, she huddled as closely to the house as she could and waited for the car.
The twenty minute ride whizzed by and she had barely dried off when she was getting out of the car and into the rain again.
Sarah sprinted up the path and eagerly rang the doorbell, she waited less than ten seconds before she heard the lock click and saw the familiar outline of her father through the frosted glass.
"Hi Daddy, I'm so glad you're home, I left my keys at work, I was just hoping to get my spares." Sarah mumbled hurriedly.
Paul Miller smiled as he took in the sight before him, opened the door wider and stepped to one side, inviting her in.
"Sarah, sweetheart, come in, you'll catch your death out there." He grabbed a towel from the laundry basket next to the front door and offered it to her as she stepped inside.
"Thanks Daddy...is Mum here? I know she's still pretty mad about our fight, so I don't want to stay any longer than I have to" She said as she begun to shiver from her wet clothes.
"Sarah it's fine, she's staying with your brother in London this weekend. So what I'm going to do is run you a bath, we've still got those coconut bath bombs you love so much. And I'll set some pyjamas out for you. You can stay the night here."
Sarah merely nodded as he guided her up the stairs to the bathroom.
Before long, Sarah was stretched out in her parents huge bathtub, enjoying the warmth that radiated through her body, heating up her very bones. She could hear her father wandering the house going about his business. She thought to herself how good he had looked, he had definitely been exercising lately. Paul Miller was not a tall man by any means, however, years in the army had sculpted his body into that of the picture of masculinity.
Warmed up enough, Sarah stood up and stepped out of the tub, she dried her long brown hair with a large fluffy towel and wrapped herself in one of her fathers bathrobes. She pressed her nose to the robe and inhaled her fathers manly scent. She headed into her parents room where she found pyjamas set upon the bed.
Sarah flopped on the bed and laid there for a minute, as she relaxed, her finger trailed up and down her body lazily, lightly brushing over her small pink nipples.
It was at that moment that she found herself unbelievably horny.
