Although I've written this story from a personal point of view, it's a complete work of fiction. Any characters depicted herein are at least 18 years old.
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"Excuse me, sir, would you like to try our new drink?"
You're in a superstore. A very attractive, curvy, blonde young lady smiles at you and a offers a small sample of alcohol. She's wearing a figure-hugging dress, cut low enough to arouse without being indecent. The drink is almost as delicious as she is, you take the special offer voucher and place a bottle in your trolley in the hope that you can recapture an image of her later that evening, drinking her good health, whilst sat next to your rather plump wife and hoping to god you don't get a boner.
Sounds familiar? Good!
Suzie is my daughter, 22 years old and working for a promotions company. She works hard and is very popular with management and customers alike. She's confident and, above all, she's successful; her salary and bonuses reflect her success. That particular drink sold out completely in the four days she was at the store.
It was pure luck that brought her into sales. She was always good at school, popular with girls because they could confide in her, often just a listening ear when problems arose. She was popular with boys for a totally different reason. She won a place at university, studying psychology, but just couldn't settle away from home and gave up part way into the course.
Suzie was never one to sit around; encouraged by a boyfriend she had at the time she studied massage at a local college. I might add that she was intending to work with a beauty salon, not a backstreet brothel - never Suzie, she picked her boyfriends with great care.
And so it came to pass that a good friend of mine noting her diligence, enthusiam, charm and, yes, her body, told her of a vacancy with the promotions company for which she now works.
Suzie, my Suzie, always a smiley happy girl all through childhood. Intelligent, good at school and always eager to work hard. Today, though a pint-sized 5 feet tall, she's a keen swimmer, plays several sports when she has time, is a slim size 10 with medium length ash blonde hair, twinkly blue eyes and 32c breasts.
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2011 was a bad year. Christine, my wife and my best friend for 26 years left me. She had taken up her interest in art again and enrolled for a course of evening classes to improve her skills. Despite being my best friend, intimacy between us had dwindled year on year. She met a man 7 years younger than her who was also on the art course and started going for a drink with him each Wednesday evening after the course ended. The drinks at the pub changed to drinks at his home and ... well you know the routine without me boring you with details. She moved in with him in August of that year.
Naturally I was devastated. Suzie, despite having been at university and later moving in with her boyfriend, realised probably before I did there were problems. I guess real problems started when Suzie first went away to university. Up to then Christine and I weren't alone in the house. Not having Suzie around meant not having to work together to feed, wash and iron clothes, clear up after her and taxi her around (at one point I threatened to have 'cash machine' tattooed on my forehead and Christine already had a sign 'Mum's taxi' hanging in the front window of our car).
The first time daughter Suzie, then 18, came home at term (trimester) end before Christmas, I'd just had a disagreement with her mother, who had gone out in a temper. I was sat on the sofa looking and feeling totally pissed off and I'd opened a bottle of Chardonnay -- yes guys I know it should have been beer or whisky but I like Chardonnay -- and I was drinking it from a half-pint glass. My little grown-up daughter came and sat on my lap.
"Daddy, don't look so gloomy," said Suzie, taking the glass from me and drinking 2 mouthfuls.
"She'll be back before long. You know you two always make up."
Perhaps I was too honest and open, but my little grown-up daughter was very good at listening. I needed to unburden.
"Making up isn't what it used to be. Maybe a half apology. No kiss and no hugs I'll bet when we go to bed."
"Oh daddy. Here, you've always got me." She put her arm around me. Without thinking I moved my head to rest on her chest. She kissed me on my cheek.
Suzie went to fetch another glass, a half-pint one, shortly followed by another bottle of wine. Being a student, Suzie wasn't bothered about labels; any wine would do. There were genuine tears in my eyes as I explained further what I'd just said. There was little intimacy now between Christine and I. When I'd finished I felt I'd really told Suzie too much but, as I said earlier, she's a very good listener. I had unburdened a lot. We had almost finished 2 bottles.
"Oh daddy, I'm really sorry to hear ..." Alcohol enhanced, the kiss on my cheek became a kiss on my lips. Maybe I shouldn't have but my hand went under her top, just stroking her side. Christine was denying me everything and I needed to touch. I needed it so badly. Slowly but surely my hand moved up until it reached her bra.
Strangely, Suzie didn't say a word but kissed me again, full on my lips, trying to ease my lips apart. I relaxed my mouth and so did she. She pullled away, reached behind and unhooked her bra, took another long drink and moved my hand upwards, touching her left breast. The alcohol must have dulled my sense of responsibility for I left it there, slowly circling round a very firm nipple.
Suzie shivered a little. Realising her reaction I quickly pulled my hand away.
My daughter, my dear little grown-up daughter caught my hand and returned it to where it had been.
"No, Suzie, this isn't right."
"Sssh, daddy. That felt really good. You have a very gentle touch, unlike some guys my age. I know it may feel wrong but I'm here for you, here to listen and here for you to touch.
My daughter's breast felt good, really good; warm, soft, smooth and firm. My cock knew that too. For the first time in weeks I was becoming aroused. Her nipple responded to my touch. Suzie shivered again, pleasure messages were being sent to her brain.
She pulled away again, this time to remove her top and free her bra. Both fell to the floor. The movement of her ass rubbed through my pants and against my cock. She had little difficulty in knowing how hard it was.
"See, you're enjoying this. I'm enjoying it. That's only got to be good."
"But ... " I started. She wagged a finger and put it to my lip.
"But nothing. Chill daddy. Mum has been a real pain. You have been good to her all these years. You have helped and supported me all the way and I need this every bit that you do. Now show me what you shared with mum when you were first married." And with a giggle, "You can remember can't you?"
"Yes I can! Are you sure you ...?"
"Try me."
I thought for a moment or two. "I guess the first thing that really got me going when I married your mum was her figure. To see her naked in the bedroom. She would pause after getting undressed, stand a while, twirl around, let me see her naked before she got into bed."
"Like this?" Half pissed as she was, Suzie stood up and started to unbuckle her skirt.
"No, Suzie. What if mum comes back in?"
"Shush! Mum was in a shit mood. It will be at least another hour. Now do you want me to ... or not?"
"Oh Suzie, yes. Please. I've wanted to look at you for a long, long time." The drink was doing the talking for me. The drink seemed also to have removed Suzie's inhibitions.
Suzie's skirt, helped by a little wiggle, fell to the floor. She giggled -- you know like some girls do after alcohol. Her tights and panties peeled off, she stood naked in front of me. I rapidly drew in my breath. What I saw was beyond my wildest dreams and it was going to enhance my dreams for some time to come.
My daughter, my sweet little girl, was now the most beautiful young lady in the world. Ash blonde hair to her shoulders, round face, cute nose, blue eyes and wonderful lips just smiling for me. Lightly and evenly tanned all the way down from her occasional sunbed sessions. Taut, firm breasts with mid brown perky nipples perfectly complemented by the slightly darker areaola, smooth neck, shoulders and perfectly proportioned hips, lightly muscled arms from her love of swimming and tennis, naturally grown long nails with just a touch of varnish.
A tight slim tummy, smooth hips outlining her pussy, short blonde pubic hairs hardly masking any detail, short but elegant and equally light-muscled legs. My eyes were drawn back to her vee, that divine slit only slightly hidden by hair and this didn't go unnoticed by Suzie.
I could have lovingly gazed at her all evening but she came and sat on my lap again. We worried not about being father and daughter as Suzie taught ME how to kiss. My hands never left touch with her sides, her breasts, her legs and thighs. She swivelled slightly to give me access to run my hand up the inside of her thigh to her sex. I noticed her wetness and returned to run my fingers across that most delicate area.
Coming to my senses again I abruptly stopped, broke the kiss and sat upright.
"Your mother may come in at any time. We must stop. This is wrong."
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Suzie was just buckling her skirt as we heard the front door. Bra quickly fastened and top back on, Suzie was just smoothing her clothing down as Christine walked unsteadily into the room. She too had drunk rather too much.
Nothing much was said by all three of us. Suzie went to her room and switched her TV on. Christine and I strained conversation before she went to bed, shortly followed by me. As I lay in bed the scent of Suzie's sex was still on my fingers, a dark, deep musky slightly pungent smell. An intensive sexual smell that rapidly brought back my arousal. Christine was soon sound asleep, hastened and deepened by the alcohol. I lay on my back, gently stroking, inhaling Suzie's highly sexual perfume. I tried to cum but the fear of rousing my wife left me unsatisfied.
The air still wasn't clear the next day. Suzie intervened where possible to get Christine and I talking again which, given both Christine and I had hangovers, proved nigh impossible. That night in bed was much the same as before, except I didn't have Suzie's unique female scent to ease me into sleep.
The following weekend came far too slowly. Christine announced she was going Christmas shopping. I took that to mean that it included my usual socks and a box of Chocolate Gingers. She said she would lunch in the shopping mall and call at Emily's on the way back.
"Expect me home around teatime. I'll ring, and you can have something ready for me."
"Like a sharp axe?" I muttered. Fortunately she didn't hear.
As soon as Christine left I heard Suzie go into the shower. Ten minutes later I could hear the hairdryer and she was soon downstairs. I still wasn't feeling great, having been ignored most of the previous few days. My dear daughter, however, was in an upbeat mood. Despite the winter cold outside, she had quite a short skirt on and no tights. Smiling, she came over and sat on my lap.
"I'm here to cheer you up, daddy," she said.
