“Actually, it might pull out into a bed,” Daddy said.
“Doubtful,” I said. “Not really enough room out there.”
The resort consisted of a series of small huts that were made to look authentic to the beach.
locale. Each one had a small living room entry area with a galley kitchen and a massive bedroom. If you hadn’t known what type of resort it was before arriving, it would have been pretty apparent once you checked in. The bedroom was twice the size of the rest of the suite. Half of the space was devoted to a tiled area with a hot tub and an entryway to a small water closet. The rest of the space was dedicated to the massive king–sized bed.
“Think they’d be mad if we just cut it in half?” My step–father asked, cracking a smile.
“I think that might cause an issue,” I responded.
“You know,” he started. “There’s enough space that we could probably share it comfortably.”
My heart began pounding harder in my chest.
My Daddy, the object of my deepest and darkest desires, had just offered to share a bed with me. How would I ever be able to do that? Just knowing that I was going on this vacation led me to have some of the most detailed and raunchy dreams that I have ever experienced.
“I don’t know,” I said, trailing off.
“It’s fine,” he quickly cut me off. “It was just an idea. Weird idea. Sorry.”
“No,” I said. “Don’t apologize. Just might not work out. We’ll see.”
I dropped my bags on the floor at the entryway to the bedroom and walked over to the hot tub.
“This is pretty nice, Dad,” I said. “Is this in all of the rooms?”
“Oh. no.” he said. “Upcharge.” “How much?” Lasked.
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“Too much,” he responded just as my eyes settled on the bottle of champagne with a ribbon. and card next to the hot tub. Beside it sat two champagne flutes.
“Oh, they provided bubbly,” I said as I grabbed it up from the hot tub. “Care to kick off our little vacation with some time in the hot tub?”
“Actually,” he said. “That sounds pretty great.”
“I’ll go change in the living room,” I said as I grabbed my bags.
Closing the door to the bedroom, I quickly dug my new bathing suit out of the bag and pulled off my jeans. In an instant, the heady smell of my sex–soaked panties filled the room. I could tell on the airplane that the dream had gotten my juices flowing, but it surprised me that it had gotten me so aroused. I quickly pulled my underwear off and stuffed them in the pocket of my jeans before putting on the new swimsuit. Hopefully, Daddy wouldn’t notice in the short time it took me to get into the hot tub. Rolling the jeans up I stuffed them into a separate compartment of my bag and knocked at the bedroom door.
“Can I come in?” I asked.
“Not unless you are looking for a show,” came Daddy’s response.
“Well, we are married now, right?” I joked.
There was no response back. After a minute he called back at me again.
“Alright, the coast is clear.”
I opened the door and made a beeline for the hot tub. I climbed over the edge and sunk my body up to the waist before Daddy could say a word. It was only after that when I turned to look at him that I noticed the surprised look on his face.
“That swimsuit is…” he trailed off for a minute. “There’s not much of it, is there?”
“Do you like it, Daddy?” I asked, completely ignoring his comment about my lack of coverage.
“Yeah,” he said, shaking some thought out of his head. “I guess I’m just never going to get over you being all grown up.”
That last bit caused a bit of curiosity in me, and I found my eyes wandering downwards to Daddy’s swim trunks where I could see a notable outline of his manhood. For a moment I considered that seeing so much of me might have been getting Daddy turned on before I pushed that thought to the back of my head. I wasn’t going to let my imagination and long dormant crush run away with my thoughts.
Crossing the room, he joined me in the hot tub. As he sunk his body in, he let out a groan of pleasure, and a shiver went down my spine. I knew that, regardless of if I wanted it to, my mind. was cataloging that away to fuel my desires at a later time. I grabbed the bottle and handed it to Daddy along with the two champagne flutes.
“Pour us some?” I asked.
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“Us?” he asked, “You can’t drink!”
“Actually,” I started with a mischievous drink on my face. “Pamphlet on the way in said that drinking age here is eighteen. So I think I can.”
“I think you can’t” he shot back as he poured a single glass for himself.
“Daddy,” I begged. “Please?”
It was done in a tone I had used time and time to great effect. It wasn’t often that my step- father had the strength to deny me something that I wanted from him if I was actually willing to pursue it. I leaned my head on his shoulder for dramatic effect.
“It was a long flight,” I said, giving him my best puppy dog eye. Our eyes stayed locked for some time before he finally caved.
“One glass,” he declared as he began to pour. “No more!”
I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him tight as I squealed in pleasure. Not just delight at his permission to have some champagne but also the comfort of his body pressed against mine. I couldn’t believe that I was so horny that feeling the pressure of Daddy’s body
against my breasts was turning me on.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I said, trying my best to disguise the desire for him from coming through in
my voice.
He handed me my champagne, and I took a sip. I had, of course, drank before; Plenty of times. When I finished my first glass, I convinced him to let me have a little more. That happened three times, each time he declared I would get no more. Each time I asked for more he caved. Soon I found myself feeling the champagne going to my head and right afterward we found the bottom of the bottle. The entire time, as we drank, I leaned against Daddy’s shoulder. As the champagne had more and more of an effect on me, I found myself less able to push down the intrusive thoughts I had with regards to how I, deep down inside, wanted to spend my weekend vacation with Daddy. One of my hands, having found its way beneath the churning bubbles of the hot tub, had even begun gently caressing my mound through my bikini bottom.
“Daddy,” I asked. “Are you happy with Mom?”
“That,” he answered. “Is a very complicated question.”
“I wish she would pay more attention to you Daddy,” I said. “I know if you were mine, I would.”
I sealed my lips shut. I hadn’t intended the words to come out that way. Still, he seemed to either not notice it or not give it any attention.
“You
- ne. “We’re
are mine for the weekend, remember?” He asked as he leaned in closer to me.
husband and wife.
Apparently, the drink was having an effect on him as well.
“Well, in that case,” I said,
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I remember thinking ‘fuck it‘ to myself. I remember, at that moment, that everything and everybody could be damned. I wanted Daddy all to myself for this weekend in whatever way I saw fit, and I didn’t care what anybody thought about it.
“In that case, I guess I can do this,” I said.
As I spoke, I pulled my hand away from my needy mound. My hand darted through the water and quickly found its way to his manhood.
As I spoke, I pulled my hand away from my needy mound. My hand darted through the water and quickly found its way to his manhood. To my surprise he was already erect, his cock straining against the thin material of his wet swimsuit. Without any hesitation, I wrapped my fingers around his cloth covered cock and began moving my hand in a stroking motion. He made no move to stop me. As a matter of fact, he leaned back further and thrust his hips up at my touch.
“Oh God”
God,” he moaned. “That feels so good, Sweetie,”
I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. Not only did he do nothing to stop me, but Daddy seemed to have wanted this just as much as I did. My heart pounded in my chest at the excitement of feeling Daddy thrust himself against my hand as I continued my gentle motion..
“You can’t do this,” he moaned. “Why not, Daddy?” I asked.
“It’s not right, Hon,” came his response. In spite of his protest, he was making no move to stop
- me.
“Does it feel good?” I asked.
“Oh, God,” he moaned. “So good. But you’re mother…”
“She doesn’t matter this weekend,” I said. “It’s just you and I Daddy. Let me give you the
attention you deserve.”
I sounded so confident but inside my mind was a maelstrom of emotions and concerns. What I was doing was so wrong. This was my step–father and while fantasizing about him was one thing, I
