It was Daddy's birthday and I wanted to give him a special birthday present. I reserved a beachfront suite at the Parker hotel, spent more of Daddy's money shopping for a special evening dress and lingerie, and left him a note telling him to meet at the hotel bar at 7 PM. The note was sealed with a lipstick kiss and the scent of his favorite perfume.
I had checked into the hotel early to prepare for the evening. I showered, shaved and dressed for dinner, carefully putting on my makeup. I looked in the mirror and surprised even myself. I had chosen an impossibly short, backless black dress held up by the barest spaghetti straps. I decided to go braless so that Daddy (and anyone else looking) could get an eyeful during dinner. I chose a skimpy black thong and a pair of black, open-toed 4" sandals. I wore a little more makeup than usual, trying to get the sultry eyes I'd read how to get in Cosmo, and the red lips that drive men to distraction. I also made sure to match my fingers and toes to the lipstick. I also put my hair up, accenting my next and shoulders. I was more than pleased with myself. I'd been told I was "cute" or "pretty" before, but tonight I looked hot. Fuckably hot. I only wondered what Daddy's eyes would see.
I headed down to the bar a little early to relax. If I had any doubts about my appearance, they were laid to rest by the looks I received from several men at the bar. Even the bartender -- a very handsome gentlemen in his 30s who I might have pursued but for Daddy -- eyed me appreciatively. As I approached the bar, the bartender whose name was Greg -- asked if he could get me something. I asked for a glass of Chardonnay. Looking at me with a wistful smile, he returned with my glass and refused my money. He leaned in and whispered, "This drink's on the house beautiful, but next time wait until you're 21 so I don't lose my job." I blushed at his sweet smile and thanked him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as he set down my wine. He shook his head playfully and went back to serving other customers.
I took my glass of wine and sat at the bar. I crossed my legs and sipped my wine, enjoying the attention my smooth, tanned bare 18-year old legs were receiving in the bar. It wasn't long before a 40-ish businessman in a loosened tie and the scent of several vodka martinis approached me and offered to buy me a drink. I declined, showing him my nearly full glass.
"Well, then," he asked, "what would it take to get you into my bed tonight?"
Although I hadn't expected such a blunt come-on, I managed to retort "I'm sorry, but I don't think you could afford it." I giggled slightly as I sipped my wine. "Try me, bitch...."
Before he finished Greg came over and asked the man to back off and have a seat elsewhere, offering him a martini on the house. He begrudgingly accepted and went to the end of the bar.
"So why are you here, gorgeous?" Greg asked.
"I'm meeting someone for dinner, actually."
"Whoever he his, he's quite the lucky young man. Perhaps if he stands you up, I could substitute?" he joked.
"Perhaps!" I smiled back. Perhaps, if it weren't for Daddy....Just then I felt a hand on the small of my bare back and saw my father standing beside me looking as handsome as ever in his navy Armani suit.
"Hi Daddy!"
I stood up, through my arms around his neck and kissed him with all my soul, holding him tightly. After breaking our kiss, my father held my hands and stepped back, looking me up head-to-toe. I spun lightly under his inspection.
"You look ravishing, Ali!"
I blushed, "Thanks Daddy!"
"So what's all this about?" he asked.
"'This' is called taking you out for your birthday, you silly old man! Our table should be ready."
"Then let me go to the men's room and then we'll go to our table, ok Princess?" With that he kissed he softly and walked away. I sat back down on my stool and finished my wine while Greg gave me a smile and an approving nod as he toweled off some glasses.
Daddy came back a few moments later and we were seated for dinner. My father ordered for both of us as I sat in a cloud of admiration, contentment and lust. He was a beautiful man with whom I had been hopelessly in love since I was 8 and I wanted to give myself fully to him tonight.
As dinner progressed, our conversation moved from the mundane to the stimulating to the arousing, occasionally interrupted by a waiter or busboy lingering at the table, often trying to get a good look at my nearly exposed breasts. I could tell my father appreciated their efforts as much as I did by the amused look on his face. By dessert, we were feeding each other strawberries and cream. It was an erotic show that drew attention from several diners.
After paying the check (Daddy wouldn't dream of letting me pay!), I took his hand and told him that I had a suite for us upstairs and that we were going to make love until dawn. He looked at me, smiled, and took me in his arms in the lobby, kissing me sweetly and lovingly as he caressed my face.
"Take me upstairs and make me your whore" I whispered as I looked into Daddy's big brown eyes.
He whisked me away to the first open elevator, but an elderly couple joined us before the doors closed. We stood in the back of the elevator politely holding hands, prompting the matronly woman to ask my father, "is she your daughter? She's lovely!"
I looked at Daddy who smiled and responded, "No, she's my wife and we're on our honeymoon!" My father squeezed my hand, as if to emphasize the joke.
The woman's smile turned to a disapproving scowl while her husband looked at me appraisingly, smiled and gave Daddy a nod. They exited at the next floor and our suppressed laughter escaped just as the doors closed.
