This was just an idea flying around my head, and my first attempt at any kind of erotic story, so please, go easy on me
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It had been a hard three years for Felicity. At University she studied as much and as hard as she could, sacrificing any kind of social life for her Degree in Sexual Therapy. The course had covered aspects of Psychoanalysis, Sexual Deviance, and Philosophy, now, upon graduating, she was returning home. Felicity was thinking of what she could do now, finding a place to live, a job, and entering the horrors of the adult world. For now, she knew it was safe, as she would stay with her father, James, for a while. Her mother had passed away six years ago after contracting Meningitis, and died almost eighteen hours after the first symptoms.
Felicity waited at the Bus Station for her father to pick her up, knowing she had about twenty minutes to kill, Felicity decided to catch up on some lost sleep and sat in the Canteen of the station and began to doze off. She had been having a re-occurring dream for a while now, a disjointed selection of images of having sex. Each fragment was a different stage of the act, and the images were as if in slow motion. She could feel the hands caressing her body, the kisses on her breasts, and the hand between her legs, the sounds of her moaning in ecstasy would echo around the warped narrative of the dream.
“Hey there Felicity,” a voice said.
She jerked awake and saw the owner of the voice. “Dad!!” Felicity darted up from her seat and threw her arms around her father, squeezing him hard. He returned the bear hug, lifting his daughter off the ground.
After embracing each other for a while, they parted and James took his daughter’s bags for her, and both began to walk to the car.
“So,” James continued smiling, “How’s my graduate daughter then, I’m very proud of you.”
Felicity blushed, “I’m ok, just tired from the journey.”
Upon arriving home, Felicity went straight to her room. Her father had told her she had bought her some presents, and they were lying on her bed. On her bed was a box, with a note attached to it, Felicity read it... ..”Never sure what to buy you women, only other person I bought presents for was you mother, Love Dad.” Felicity gave a little giggle, and opened the box, inside was underwear, a purple silk G-string, and a matching purple silk bra. Felicity smiled, and layed them out on her bed, she wanted to put them on, her father did not often buy her gifts, and thought she should wear them as a gesture of thanks. She began to strip, putting her clothes neatly on her dresser, then she put on her father’s gifts and looked in her full length mirror. She had never wore silk before, and noticed that the material felt great on her skin. She grasped her breasts and pushed them up, adjusting the bra to make it a perfect fit. Then standing there she smiled contently and thought to herself, “Thanks Dad.”