My name is Samantha. I am 18 years old. I am an only child. My parents had me very young so my mom Hayley was only 34 and Tyler, my dad, 36. My story begins with a reunion my parents wanted our family to go to. My crazy Aunt Margret was going too so we drove in her old station wagon.
My mom and dad were highschool sweethearts and have always only been with each other. I didn't know it yet but my parents hadn't had sex in a year. The only thing I knew was that since I turned 18 I noticed my dad in a whole new way.
He was fit, muscular and trim. At 6'5 he towered over me and mom. His strong facial features kept him from being beautiful. He was ruggedly handsome and I was seeing him as a man more than a daddy. It didn't help that he was very well endowed and since summer I had seen him several times with a ragging hard on.
My mom was a little weird and, in my opinion, kinda immature. She was a pharmacist at the local drug store. She was a so called 'free spirit'. She believed in transcendence, pot and self realization. I wouldn't say that she let herself go but... Well... She kinda had!
She doesn't shave her pits, legs or pussy, an idea I find gross. Her once long glossy raven hair was sprinkled rather heavily in grey. She dressed in shapeless outfits and basically ignored my dad.
In the last four months dad and I have really bonded. We were always very close, I'm a daddy's girl, but we found new ground since my birthday. I discovered that I love to work out. I love the burn of a great routine and that something dad and I have in common. We run together every morning and workout together several times a week. I tried to get mom into it but she just laughs "oh Sammy! It's not my thing."
After several months of real work my body was trim and hard in my butt and tummy. My legs had slimmed out and my waist curved in real small. I was careful to leave my DD36 alone so they were soft, pert and firm. More than a few times I thought I caught dad staring at my bum but I couldn't be sure.
Both dad and I had blond hair, mine was a little lighter. It fell to my waist and was soft and glossy with a tendency to curl a little. My dad was a freelance writer so he worked at home a fair amount. I kept my hair in a high ponytail since the day daddy commented that he liked it that way. With school out I was spending a lot of time with my father. Swimming, tennis, workouts and snuggle time on Sunday's reading the paper.
