“Beautiful, pumpkin,” Chuck says, his cock responding as he returns the hug, breathing in her delicious scent.
“Yeah, this dress even makes my boobs look good.” She smiles. Predictably, her dad looks right at her chest, which is why she made the comment. She wants him remembering how it felt when he touched her.
“I told you, you don’t need any help in that area.” Her dad reassures her, his eyes never leaving her cleavage.
“Guess what I made for dinner, daddy,” Ellie says again.
“What sweetheart?” He says, looking up at her face.
“Reservations!” Ellie laughs. “Tonight you’re taking your little girl out for dinner and some dancing. Are you up for it, old man?” She asks with a giggle.
“I’ll try to keep up,” Chuck says, stepping back to take another look at his teenage daughter. Mid-twenties, he thinks. Anyone would think she’s at least in her mid-twenties. Her hair, her make up, it all makes her look… so… womanly. Where’s my little baby girl? She was just here a few years ago. Damn!
They talk casually through dinner; Ellie picking at a salad while her dad devours a steak. He has a couple of glasses of wine and she sips at a diet coke. He asks about school and boyfriends while she asks him about work. Ellie is elated with how much it feels like a real date.
“Lets go downstairs to the club,” Ellie says after Chuck settles the dinner tab. “I want to dance with my handsome daddy.”
“Lead the way,” Chuck half bows as he gestures towards the door. Ellie walks towards the staircase, her flared dress swishing seductively with each step. Chuck notices the eyes of several male patrons following her walk across the restaurant and he steps up to take her arm just before they descend the stairs.
“Let’s dance.” Ellie says once they’ve found a table and ordered drinks. Ellie had led him to a table in the back, away from the DJ where it wouldn’t be too loud. Chuck takes a drink of his wine and stands up reaching his hand out to his daughter.
Chuck watches excitedly as Ellie shakes and shimmies on the dance floor; her tits bouncing wildly and her shapely thighs exposed when she spins around. What amazing images these will be the next time he and Jenn role-play.
The few times he manages to take his eyes off of his daughter, he notices he’s not the only one watching her sensuous movements. She seems to be the hit of the dance floor. When she moves in close and rests her hands on his shoulders, he puts his on her hips, feeling the rhythmic movement as they swivel back and forth. Between dances he drinks more wine and begins acting more and more like a dance partner less and less like a dad.
The music stops again and they walk back to the table with his arm around her waist. Their chairs are close together so they can talk over the music. When he looks at her, all he can see is the top of her tits, reminding him of how they looked and felt that day in the hotel. His cock is at full arousal and he’s having trouble paying attention to the conversation. Chuck glances around the club to see if the other customers are still paying attention to his date… er… his daughter.
“That does it,” Ellie says, crossing her arms across her chest. “I’m definitely getting my boobs done.”
“What?” Chuck’s eyes instantly jump back to the tops of her breasts, visible over her folded arms.
“You’ve been looking at every woman in this place, comparing their boobs to mine all night.” She says, leaning forward so he’s the only one who can hear her.
“That’s not true,” Chuck declares. “I’ve been watching the other guys check out your body. You have the most amazing body in the room!”
“Okay, if that’s true… and if you weren’t my dad,” Ellie leans even closer, exposing more of her compressed cleavage, “would you choose my boobs over anyone else’s in the room?”
“Absolutely!” Chuck’s eyes are locked on the swell of his daughter’s tits as she breathes. Ellie is watching a couple who have been dancing in a dimly lit corner of the club, obviously engaging in more than dancing, out of view of the rest of the customers.
“Convince me, while we dance,” she says, standing up and taking his hand. A slow power ballad from the eighties is blasting from the speakers and Ellie leads her daddy to the same corner of the dance floor that the other couple just vacated. Wrapping her arms around his neck she fits her body against his and starts swaying with the music. Chuck pulls his daughter close, breathes in her perfume and closes his eyes.
“As a date… not as my dad… would you really choose my breasts?” She whispers, accenting her words by pushing them firmly into his chest.
“Yes.” He breathes.
“Would you be gentle with them?” She asks, rhythmically rubbing her body up and down against his.
“Very gentle,” Chuck says, imagining the feel of his daughter’s tits nestled in his hands. His hard cock is compressed between their bodies and he wonders if Ellie can feel it. Somewhere in his mind he knows this is wrong, but he pulls her more tightly to him, putting more pressure on his throbbing cock.
“Would you suck my nipples and make them hard?” Her mouth is right next to his ear and she’s practically climbing up his body, grinding her pussy mound against his stiff cock.
“I would suck and nibble and tease your nipples until you begged me to stop.” Chuck says, momentarily forgetting where they are and that she’s his daughter.
“Would you rip my dress open to get at them?” Ellie almost purrs into his ear.
“Hell, yes!” His hands have slipped to her ass and he’s squeezing her cheeks through her dress.
“Oh God! I’m getting wet just thinking about it,” Ellie says, nibbling on her daddy’s ear. “Feel how wet I am, daddy.” She pleads, grinding harder against his cock.