It's different with Dad

My father has always been what most girls dream of, but very few get. There whenever I needed him, always supported me even if some of my ideas were... half baked... at best. Once when I was little, I was sick and had to stay in the hospital for a few nights. He stayed every night with me just so I wouldn't wake up alone there. I am very lucky.

Having recently moved into my first apartment I couldn't be more excited. I always knew I didn't want roommates or a live in boyfriend. I've always had to share space at home and this was going to be all mine!! Any music I wanted to blast, any cool art I wanted would be hung on the walls. My first taste of total freedom and I loved it.

I have always struggled a bit with body issues. Unlike most girls who struggle with being overweight, I've always been underweight. Long arms, long legs, but skinny as a rail. I got called "toothpick" and "rectangle" for my lack of curves.

Sometimes that insecurity manifests itself in strange ways. I recently decided I wanted an epic suntan this summer and since my apartment comes with a community pool, that became my new leisure activity. But after only one weekend by the pool and the countless looks from guys followed by creepy pick up lines I was done. "Come here often?" "Yeah, mostly because I fucking live here." There has to be a better way.

I rang up my mom and we arranged for a day by their pool. They only recently had it installed and my mom was taking full advantage, laying out there every weekend and taking advantage of those Hispanic genes that I proudly own half of. The next Saturday I headed up there and spent the afternoon working on my tan with Mom while having some drinks by the pool. Dad was puttering around the yard as usual when summertime hit.

After a few hours and a few drinks, I turned over on my chair and saw Dad at the sliding door looking out at us. For a moment he seemed off, intense almost. I assumed he was looking at Mom, who has dressed on the skimpy side my whole life. But when I looked over, her back was to him and he couldn't possibly see her. Then it hit me...

... he's looking at me.

I was stunned for a moment... frozen with confusion. Why's he looking at me like that? Did we just make eye contact? Why is he still there? But then something more confusing happened. I got flushed... warm... my heartbeat picked up involuntarily. I found myself looking right back at him... and the more I matched his gaze, the warmer I got. Finally my mom said "I'm going to get in the water, it's so hot out!" I stood up to join her in the pool... I could almost feel my Dad looking at me as I walked away. By the end of the day, the intensity had passed and I headed home and thought little of the day.

During the week I met up with a guy I had gone on a date with the week before. We had dinner out at a nice restaurant, we talked some but I wasn't really feeling him too much. He had some thoughts he shared about politics and gender roles that turned me off pretty quickly. He bragged too much about himself and dismissed too quickly my ideas about subjects. Soon my mind drifted back to last weekend by the pool... wondering if I had imagined it all in a haze of White Claws and sunlight. As my date rambled on about migrants and Ukraine, I started to inventory him and comparing him... to Dad. This man did pretty poorly by that standard. At the end of dinner, I walked myself alone to my car and went home.

Later that night I found myself in bed, restless, slightly frustrated by my date and not able to focus. I was skimming through a bit of an... adult novel and I felt my hand drift down between my legs. Yes... this will definitely help my restless nature. As I read more flowery writings about the act of fucking... my fingers slid between my lips to stroke my swollen clit.

Before long I reached into my drawer for my rabbit toy and had started finding an outlet for all that energy that was built up. My mind drifted back to the words and characters in the book I had been reading and I could feel that tension, the familiar pressure building towards a release. As my mind danced and drifted in made up images to turn me on more... a new image came into my head all on its own.

Dad. Watching me... staring from the window. My mind started editing on its own what happened. Now suddenly I'm noticing his arms, his hands, the swelling and tightness in his shorts. I'm imagining undressing for him, watching his reaction as I show off my tiny breasts and my narrow but round ass. I'm imaging him getting hard, touching himself while he watches his best girl undress for him... yes... that's it Dad...

The orgasm that ripped through me was surprising in its strength and duration. My pussy continued to clench and grip at the rabbit long after most of my orgasms would have faded. By the time I was able to catch my breath and slide the toy out, it was too late for my poor sheets. A wet spot full of slick juice and heavy cream had slid down from inside of me and created a wet spot on the sheets. When I felt like I could trust my legs, I went to the linen closet for a clean towel to put on the bed before going to the bathroom to clean up my mess.

The next two nights ended the same way as the last. Me losing myself in the idea of teasing Dad until I made a new mess. By Friday night, there was not a clean sheet or towel in my house. I decided this weekend would be a great time to go up to Mom & Dad's... to do laundry of course.

Saturday morning, I gathered up my dirty laundry and got dressed to go up there. I almost never wear a bra because I simply don't have to. Plus I like to show off the nipple piercings I got last fall sometimes. So I put on a pair of shorts and a baby doll t-shirt and headed out.

When I got there I had a ton of baskets to carry in and Dad came out to help me bring them in, just like he always does... help out when there are things to lift and carry. On my last basket in, I was setting it down on the floor and Dad came in. He started to say something and then just stopped. When I looked up at him, I noticed he was just staring, his mouth hanging open just a bit. I saw where his eyes were pointing, right down my shirt. I looked down and sure enough I had flashed him.

The memories of my last few nights of dirty thoughts interjected themselves and I took a second to glance at his crotch. Yeah, I can definitely see his cock through his gym shorts. It might even be getting hard. Fuck Victoria... compose yourself. I looked at him, straightened up and said "Ooops... sorry Dad" and looked into his eyes and smiled. He mumbled "you're good" and scurried out of the room. I worked hard to stifle my laughter while he walked way as briskly as he could.

The following weekend, I gathered up clothes for another trip up to my parents' house, but this time I stayed in front of my closet for a little while wondering what to put on. Has this gone too far? Is today the day I start to play shy and demure? Nope... I grabbed a tank top and looked at myself in the mirror. Clearly if he made any effort to look, he was going to get another full show.

When I got there, I started loading things in the washer and as I thought, Dad came by and took another long look. I can't lie, I got soaked knowing he was looking and shifted just a bit to confirm my new aroused state. I gave him a few extra seconds before standing up to turn the washer on. Once running, I slipped past Dad in the doorway, noticing his arm coming out of the bottom of t shirt. I saw the swell of his bicep and instinctively reached out and grazed it on the way by. I wasn't sure, I but thought for a second he might have flinched. With my teasing done, I hung out with my mom until the laundry was done.

We danced this dance for a few more weekends. I made sure he got a full view of my perky little breasts and he drank it all in every time. Soon I got offered a washer and dryer of my own and my trips to the parents' house for laundry ended.

Dad called the next week and wanted to know if I wanted to get something to eat with him. Mom was going to be out of town with a couple of girlfriends and I had no plans Friday night, so he picked me up and we headed out.

He took me to a seafood restaurant we had both seen on social media over by the beach. The crab legs were fantastic and I think I ate my weight in them, all while having lots of laughs and sangria.

It got late and we were definitely hogging a table so Dad suggested taking a little walk on the beach to help our food settle. It was a warm night with barely a sea breeze and I was happy to go. Plus I wasn't ready to let go of him or his attention just yet.

We got a ways down the beach and Dad mentioned how much he loved to swim when the ocean was warm and calm. That's when an impulse hit me and I blurted out "why don't we go swimming now? We have plenty of time."

If I was surprised by my sudden impulse to go night swimming while slightly buzzed, I was down right shocked when after Dad mentioned that we didn't have bathing suits, that my next idea was to go skinny dipping. Call it the sangria talking... call it the unsatisfying sex and the very satisfying Dad-centric fantasies I was having... but whatever it was had taken over my mind and part of me felt like I was just along for the ride. I stripped down to my panties and headed down to the water, never needing to look back to know Dad was following.

After a few minutes of swimming around and talking, I got a small chill from a breeze and shivered, covered in goose bumps. When I turned around I saw Dad had swam over to me and reached out, taking me by the waist towards him.

Surprisingly my brain stayed quiet and offered no resistance... not surprisingly my body allowed him to pull me in to an embrace. He was so warm and comfy I instinctively wrapped my legs around him and held on tight.

It was just seconds before I felt him, urgently pressing against my folds. In another rare moment, my mind and body were unified in their response... more... more... please God more... and I started rocking my hips so I could feel more of him pressed against me. Each time I pivoted against him, a lightning bolt shot from my pussy to my heart... causing my breath to catch and hitch over and over.

I felt his hands moving me, guiding me back and forth with gentle persistence. I loved his quiet control over me and my body in the dark solitude of the ocean. I loved it even more when he freed himself from his boxers and for the first time I felt the skin of his cock against my skin. My pussy clenched instantly, as if trying to hold back the flood of juices that could never be prevented. I needed more... I wanted more.

I reached down between us a slid my thong to the right. Instantly electricity shot through my body as I felt the crazy mix of soft skin and hard cock slipping over my clit, down past the opening of my pussy. He took his time, making sure I could feel every inch of him. God he's smooth and long and thick and oh god the tip just hit my clit again... my mind was losing itself in a million forbidden sensations.

I have no idea how long we went on like this, but it wasn't long before the constant stimulation of my clit and the warmth and the sangria and all my filthy fantasies took over and it was all I could do to say it...

"Dad... I'm so close"

A wave hit me just as he said "let it go" and my pussy instantly obeyed. I clenched and squeezed and pushed over and over again as his entire length slid back and forth through my swollen lips. I couldn't remember the last time I came so hard and for so long. Just when it felt like it would never end, the clenching slowed and weakened, the tension left my entire body and I began to fall back just a bit.

I felt Dad shifting and one of his hands moving between us. I started to the feel the tip at my opening and for the first time all night my brain sounded alarms I couldn't ignore. I stopped him before he could and slithered down off of him. I started to head toward the beach, both awash in the afterglow of my orgasm, but also confused about what had just happened. I looked back and saw Dad moving slowly... as if staying in the water might help him hold on to the moment before it vanished.

I felt a pang of guilt because I was totally lying to myself by acting like I didn't want to hold on to the moment just as much as he did. I turned and walked back towards him. Slowly enough so I know he could take a long look at my nude torso and my nipple piercings while I walked toward him. When I got close enough, I slipped my hand back into the water and found his still swollen cock.

I had never considered that my dad might have a big cock. But as I slid my hand down to the base, I realized I was having a little trouble wrapping my fingers all the way around it. I'm no expert, but he was definitely a thick 7 inches... more than enough to stuff my tiny little petite girl pussy. The thought of that drenched me again while I slowly stroked him. I looked up at him and said "Dad how do you hide this?" He didn't answer, just looked at me longingly while I glided my hand back and forth on his swollen cock, being sure to slide my fingers along the head before slipping back down to the base.

After a few strokes, I felt him swell even more and start twitching. I looked him in the eyes and wanted him to know he could stop thinking and just enjoy my hand working his cock. I said in my softest, my dainty tone..."Let it go Dad... please let it go for your best girl." He immediately exploded in my hand as I tightened my grip to be sure I pulled every drop from him. Eventually I slowed my stroking and when I was sure he had nothing left in him, I let go of him.

He looked up at me and looked a little embarrassed and was searching for some profound words that must be the right thing to say after you just had your cock milked dry by your daughter. Before he could embarrass himself, I said "Dad... just... be." A look of relief crossed his face and we walked back up to the beach together.

On the way home, I could tell Dad was trying to make me feel comfortable. He turned up the heat even though I knew he wasn't cold. He played my favorite playlist on Spotify and he left long moments of silence between us. Maybe he was grasping "just be" for once?

As we got close to my place I dreaded the awkwardness that was coming. I didn't want to have the "night's over and now what do we do" moment with my Dad. My mind and body had recovered into an appropriate frenzy of anxiety considering what had happened. I dry humped my dad, then jerked him off in public. I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I had betrayed my mom. Most of all... knowing all those things... I realized I would do it again in a heartbeat. What did that mean?

We got to my place and I knew I had to take control of the situation. I leaned over and gave Dad a big hug and kiss and let him know I was definitely tired and going straight to bed. He immediately slipped back into his protector role and let me go, staying the whole time until I got inside my place to be sure no kidnapper was waiting in the bushes.

I got inside, changed into a tank top an panties and climbed into bed, just as I told Dad. But sleep didn't come for a long time but eventually my body overruled my mind and I fell asleep.

If I had only known what was coming in the future, my mind might have raced well on into the morning light.