By Darius Thornhill
Authors note: This is the second episode in the "Let's Fuck Our Daddies Club" series. If you enjoy this one the other chapters are available by clicking my username. Whilst they all work as stand-alone stories I think it more fun if you read them in sequence. Please rate the stories and comment. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Enjoy!
Chapter 2 -- Daddy Dreams - Flic's Story
How does one seduce one's father? I had to have a plan, but fate had dealt me a fortunate hand. Shortly after I got home daddy said he had to go on a work trip to Manchester. I asked him if I could tag along. I told him I'd always want to see Manchester and explore its music and art vibes.
"Sure Felicity," he said. "I'd love the company - if you don't mind spending the days amusing yourself." Apparently he'd have to do the odd evening out entertaining clients, but the rest of the evenings we'd spend together.
That sounded ideal to me. He told me he'd book a two-bedroom suite in a central hotel for us. One of the benefits of having a rich Daddy who runs his own business!
A week or so later we set of to drive in the Range Rover to Manchester.
For the journey I wore my very shortest skirt, the one daddy said, 'looked like a wide belt', and under it I pulled on my purple satin panties with the white lace trim. Then I added a loose cotton top with wide armholes so my boobs would be visible. No bra -- I didn't need one for my perky tits.
As I walked towards the car carrying my small overnight bag, I saw daddy do a double take. He'd obviously clocked my skimpy outfit and my firm nipples poking through the top, which was just what I wanted, but he quickly looked away.
I stowed my bag in the boot and settled into the wide, comfortable passenger seat. It was a warm day and as we headed out to the motorway we chatted about the trip and what we might do. Eventually I told him I felt a little tired and said I'd probably fall asleep.
"That's OK," he said. "It'll take a few hours. Get some rest. You'll need it with all the activities you've got planned."
He little knew how true that was!
I arranged myself on the front seat where I was apparently going to fall asleep. Of course, I had no intention of actually sleeping. I laid the seat backrest back so I could stretch out with my head on one side. Like this I could see what daddy was doing but he didn't know he was being watched.
I pulled my legs into a yoga-like crossed legs position showing the full length of my legs and inner thighs. My knickers were almost visible to him. I noticed my father looking over for a few seconds and then quickly back to the road. I smiled to myself. He was checking out my body again. This was going to work!
After a few minutes of feigned sleep I started whispering, apparently dreaming.
"Oh yes," I mumbled. "Don't stop... mmm... yes just there...ooo!" I saw daddy look over at me again, a longer look this time. I was glad the car had all the modern safety devices like lane control fitted as he definitely wasn't concentrating fully on driving.
I wriggled a little in the seat so he could see my panties clearly. He kept glancing at me and then back to the road. I moaned some more.
"Mmm that's nice daddy," I whispered just loud enough for him to hear. Just in case he wasn't sure what I meant I added "Yes just there. I know its naughty but I want you to!" All the time I was gently moving my hips so he could have any doubts about what I was supposedly dreaming about.
The thought of my body exciting my own father turned me on. It wasn't long before a small dark patch appeared in my panties as I became more aroused. The aroma of my excitement pervaded the car and my father started to look more and more uncomfortable.
With a final whispered "Oh yes daddy, yes! I want you!" I turned onto my side facing away from him so the cheeks of my bum with the skimpy purple panties pulled tight between my cheeks were clearly visible to him.
I heard a cough and a splutter. 'Poor daddy' I thought. Then I felt his hand on my skirt trying to pull it down to cover me up. His touch felt warm and manly, which turned me on even more. The damp patch grew larger. The atmosphere in the car became more electric. Suddenly there was aloud beeping.
"Damn!" swore my father. I feigned a sudden wake up.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Just the satnav darling. I was going too fast through the roadworks. I lost concentration there for a moment. We'll pull into the next service station and get a coffee."
That was OK with me as by now I needed to change my panties anyway.
A few hours later we arrived at the hotel. After settling in we went out to a local restaurant where we ate a good meal and chatted about everything and anything. I'd made sure I wore skimpy clothing that showed off my tits and nipples as much as possible. Daddy was good at not looking too much but when I wasn't looking he'd grab a quick peek.
When we got back to the hotel I kissed him good night on the cheek making sure he felt my young breasts pressing against him. I wanted to keep reminding him of how his daughter had become a very sexy young lady.
The next few days went by as I enjoyed vibrant Manchester City during the day while he was at meetings. The evening pattern was usually the same -- a long chatty meal and then a hug good night. I noticed that his hugs were becoming longer and longer while I pressed my body against his. When we'd had a couple of drinks the hugs were almost too long for a father / daughter good night hug. I made sure he felt my warm lips on his neck. Sometimes I thought I'd felt the brief pressure of a hardening cock pressing against my tummy, quickly withdrawn.
Then the night came when he had to go out with his clients. He said he'd be back late and apologised.
"That's' OK Dad," I said. "Just make sure you come and kiss me goodnight when you do come in."
"Sure thing darling. I'll be back around eleven o'clock," he said, giving me a brief hug before leaving me alone.
