It was late when I pulled up in front of the beachside condo. I'd just come from school, and I was relieved to have passed the exam I'd been studying so hard for these last few weeks. Friday nights used to be earmarked for dates or nights out with friends from my high school cheer squad, but now that I was in my freshman year at the local community college, my life had taken a more serious turn.
I still practiced yoga regularly to stay in shape and have some social time with friends, but the highlight of my week was at the end of a Friday night, when I came to see my dad for the weekend. It was a ritual we'd started a couple of years ago, when my parents had divorced, and I never missed a weekend. I relished any opportunity I had to spend with my daddy.
Growing up, my daddy had been my best friend in the world. He always made me feel like I was the most special girl, the only light in his life. As I got older, I realized that my parents had fallen out of love a long time ago, and when they separated I was more relieved than anything else. I loved them both and wanted to see them happy, but I shared a special bond with my daddy, and I was secretly glad I wouldn't have to share my time with him anymore.
At 5'4", I'm a petite girl, with curvy hips and smallish breasts. My freckled ivory skin and dark hair and eyes reflect my Irish heritage, but the rosy glow in my cheeks and glints of gold in my eyes lend an air of warmth to my overall look. I enjoyed cheerleading and softball in high school, and you never knew whether I'll show up in a baseball tee and converse or a sexy dress and heels. Tonight I wore a long sleeved dress, with a deep V in front and a short, flowy hemline. Tall chunky-knit boot socks and sturdy black rain boots kept me warm and dry, protected from the late fall weather.
I put my car in park and gathered my things, eager to get started with our weekend. Friday night was movie night. Daddy always made homemade popcorn just the way I like it, and I could hear my stomach rumbling in anticipation. Daddy opened the door before I even made it up the front walk, eager to see me as always.
"Hi daddy!" I greet him with my usual smile before launching myself into his arms for a big hug. He always smells so good, like he just got out of the shower. Daddy isn't extremely tall, neither of my parents are, but he is considerably taller than me, so I have to stand on my tiptoes for a kiss. My lips make contact with his cheek, just barely brushing the corner of his.
"Hi kitten! How was your exam?"
"I passed!"
"Of course you did, my smart girl. I never had any doubt. Come on in, it's a perfect night to celebrate!"
At 38, daddy is much younger than most of my friends' parents. He is distinguished looking, with gorgeous brown eyes and grey flecks in his short-trimmed beard and at his temples. He was dressed in his usual outfit of jeans and a black shirt, looking casual, but handsome as ever. I could smell the popcorn from the open doorway. I licked my lips.
"Mmm, that smells delicious, thank you daddy! What movie have you picked for us tonight?"
"It's a scary one!" he told me with a grin, and grabbed my weekend bag. "Why don't you go upstairs and change and I'll get it started?"
He carried my bag to my room and left me to change into something more comfortable. I could smell the popcorn and heard the pop of a cork as he opened a bottle of wine for us. I'm not yet 21, but daddy never minds if I have a drink or two on our date nights.
I started to undress, and I appreciated what I saw in the mirror. I'm not fat by any stretch of the imagination, but I have nice curves and soft areas that I think are very sexy. My skin feels smooth as I run my hands over my breasts and thighs. I rummage through my bag to look for something to wear, but I realize that with the stress of preparing for my exam, I forgot to pack any pajamas.
"Daddy?" I call down the stairs. He appeared a few seconds later, without answering my call. He caught me by surprise, and I quickly held my discarded dress up in front of my nearly naked body. Daddy turned red and let out a strained cough.
"Sorry baby, what do you need?"
"I forgot to pack any pajamas, do you have something I can borrow for tonight?"
"Sure kitten", he says, "I'll be right back." He turned to leave, so I dropped my dress to the floor and walked to the closet for the robe I kept there. I caught a glimpse of something in the mirror hanging on the back of the closet door, daddy was staring at my ass! I was wearing lacy cheeky panties, which I'm sure accentuated my round bottom nicely. He couldn't see my face from this angle, so I made a show of slipping the lace over my ass and legs slowly before stepping out of them and kicking them aside. I could see a tell-tale bulge forming in daddy's pants, and my pussy clenched in response. I slipped into my robe as he turned and walked out of the doorway.
I couldn't believe what just happened, daddy was watching me and it turned him on! Even more unbelievable, it turned me on too! My nipples were rock hard. I chalked it up to my disappointing sex life and natural biological responses, and tried to put it out of my head. I'd have to get a little relief later before my mind really started running away with itself.
Daddy returned a second later with a pale blue button down shirt, one that he usually wears for work meetings. It's big on me and I had to roll the cuffs several times, but at least it was long enough to come down to mid-thigh. I decided to keep my chunky knit socks on, they came up over the knee so they'd provide some extra warmth. After brushing out my hair and putting away my things, I made my way back downstairs for the movie.
"All ready daddy!" I said as I made my way down the stairs. He was sitting on the couch with a giant bowl of popcorn and two glasses of wine on the coffee table. He had a throw pillow in his lap.
"Aww, is that for me? You're so sweet daddy. I haven't laid my head in your lap in years. I used to love when you'd stroke my hair. Will you do that for me tonight?" I grabbed my favorite blanket and laid down with my head in daddy's lap. There was a fire roaring in the fireplace, it was such a cozy set-up. I squirmed around a bit trying to get comfortable, there was something hard under the pillow. I thought it might be the remote, but after a bit of squirming himself, daddy picked the remote up off the side table and pressed play on the movie.
I realized that during my squirming, my shirt had shifted and now revealed quite a bit of cleavage, and it dawned on me that that lump under the pillow wasn't the remote at all. Strangely enough, the knowledge didn't creep me out. I began to feel a familiar tingling in my pussy, and I was conflicted. Soon enough, daddy started stroking my hair, and that calmed me down. We settled in for the movie.
About halfway through, our wine glasses were empty, so I got up to refill them both. Daddy paused the movie and excused himself to go to the restroom. When he came out, I was pulling a cigarette out of my purse. He gave me a pointed stare.
"Does your mother know you're doing that?" he asked.