Wife leaves, daughter and dad find love in each others arms. (Enjoy)..
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I stared at the picture on top of his casket. It was of dad and I the day I’d graduated from college. By the angle of the picture it was impossible to know I was 7 months pregnant with daddy’s baby. Dad with his arm around my shoulders, so proud of me. No one at the funeral knew the intimacy of our relationship. They only knew him as a devoted husband, family man and business owner.
While it was nearly everyone else’s favorite picture, it certainly wasn’t mine. I thought of my four favorite pictures, stored on a flash drive along with several others similar in nature. I would look at them on my computer screen when I was missing him the most. No one else had ever seen them, but it didn’t matter. They were my favorite pictures, no one could take those memories from me.
I would have rather had the picture of me on my knees at 18, hands on dad’s thighs, pulling his cock nearly all the way into my mouth. It was a side shot, dad had put the camera on a tripod, set the timer, and I began sucking. When the flash went off I ignored it, I kept sucking his cock until he came in my mouth. Not being able to swallow all he had, much of it ended up on my face, dripping off my chin. Another of my favorite pictures.
My deeper love for dad began when I was 11, the year mom left, it came to fruition the winter of my senior year. Mother had left us for what was supposed to be the love of her life. She’d met and became enamored with a young player on the local triple A baseball team. He was supposed to be the next up and coming big star, of course he lavished mother with lots of attention and what she called “nice things”. Mom was a knockout, but I could never figure out why this guy was so interested in a woman ten years his senior. I think she was bored and found an excuse to bolt.
The young man got moved up to double A team and mom followed, divorcing dad in the process. Things didn’t work out though, he never made it to the bigs and was soon off everyone’s radar. Mother became excess baggage and the guy dumped her somewhere on the west coast. I hadn’t heard from my mother in over 5 years. Nor did I care to.
I was a senior and had just turned 18 when things began to change between dad and I, in my thinking, and in how close I became to dad. I had been going out with Tommy for about a month before my epiphany. Tommy was nice, usually polite, but focused on himself most of the time.
Our relationship was strained at best, me being guarded about the liberties he wanted to take. I kept things to no more than kissing, which was usually at the door saying goodnight. I ended the relationship, deciding that if I was going to have a physical relationship, I was going to put all my efforts into winning the man I loved most, my daddy
When mother left, dad made me the focus of his life. He attended my high school athletics, all the functions I was involved in, he was always there for me. Widows, divorced wives with kids in high school, and several milf’s had pursued dad as a lover. His response was always the same, “I have the only girl I need in my life, Gail.”
It made me feel special to hear my dad say I was his girl. I hung out with my friends during the week, but on weekends dad and I were nearly inseparable. We would grocery shop, he would go dress and clothes shopping with me. Yes, including my underwear. When I was older I even got him to venture into Victoria Secret with me a few times to help me pick out this or that. He always blushed when I would ask his opinion on some garment, but I could also see the gleam in his eyes when I showed him something he liked.
Dad decided he wanted to take me out for an evening together and take me dancing as a belated birthday present. He’d had to be away on the actual day and promised we’d do something special later. He bought me a lovely bouquet of red carnations, my favorite flowers. Dad took me to dinner Friday evening, giving me the flowers at home before leaving.
When I first saw the flowers I was ecstatic, dancing around, yelping it up, saying thank you, thank you, thank you. I jumped into his arms and placed a long soft kiss on dad’s lips. The kiss caught us off guard, smiling, laughing a laugh of embarrassment. The moment was awkward. We were feeling something inside we knew was there, but had ignored for a long time
Ed:
This is my 18 year old daughter, what was that all about? Sure, I’ve kissed her on the lips before, but those were pecks, this one made my knees weak. My God, I felt her lithe body against me and it felt wonderful.
Gail:
I just kissed my dad, passionately, I’d never even kissed my boyfriend like that. Then again, my boyfriend has never brought me flowers, of any kind. I love my daddy, to my very core, it must have been my appreciation. Although, there are feelings in my body I can’t ignore any longer.
Trying to break the ice I spoke up, “What should I wear daddy, are we going somewhere swanky?”
“I’m going to wear dress slacks, shirt and tie with a sport coat. It would be nice if you dressed up. How about that red silk blouse with the grey pleated skirt, the one that kind of billows out when you spin? I think that would be lovely.”
“Should I wear stockings too daddy” I’ve been dying to wear the new garter belt you bought me, along with the red bra/panty set. I just haven’t had anywhere to wear them. I have some red 3″ heels to top it off.”
“I bought you a garter belt, panties and a bra? I don’t recall doing that.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissed him on the cheek and said,
“Well, you weren’t there when I bought them, but it was your money, and I was thinking of you when I picked them out. I’m gonna shower, do my hair and get ready for a date with my super hero. My daddy.”
Ed’s thoughts:
Panties, bras, garter belts, stockings. What the hell was that all about, she’s my little girl for crying out loud. As she was walking away I thought for the first time she wasn’t a little girl any more. No longer that skinny rail I helped buy her first training bra or try to explain her monthly cycle. No, what was walking away from me was a nearly grown woman. I had purposely sheltered Gail from the world as much as possible. In some ways she was naive socially and sexually, but in education she excelled. I figured she’d learn the other things later in her college years.
We were ready at 6:30, dad of course looking dapper in his coat and tie. I made my best effort at looking beautiful, wearing the outfit daddy suggested. I had also worn white diamond shaped pattern stockings held up by the garter belt, covered with the red panties. My breasts are full but not oversized for my body. Those were covered with the red bra matching my panties. Daddy had never seen them, but I sure wanted him to.
Ed:
Her makeup is perfect, not overbearing, not too little either. Her hair is long and flowing, tucked behind her ear on either side, held together in the back with a hair piece that had been my mom’s. What set her apart the most though was her lipstick. She had chosen a color that matched her blouse almost perfectly. Those lips looked so soft and kissable, I wished I was a teenage boy again, I would most certainly chase after Gail.
As we headed down the hall daddy gently placed his hand on the small of my back. I loved the touch of my daddy, I felt like he was letting everyone know I was his girl. That simple placement of his hand on my back was all it took to make me swoon. His hand remained that way until we reached the car where he opened the door for me, I graciously smiled as I settled in. Daddy took me to a night club downtown, very posh, lovely ambiance with low lighting, candle on the table, and a wait staff that left you alone until you were ready for them.
When he pulled out a chair for me I frowned at him.
“What honey, what’s the matter?”
“I don’t want to sit over here, I want to sit in the booth next to you.” Which I did.
Daddy isn’t a wine guy, consequently I was never a wine girl. The appetizers came, we dabbled and tasted one another’s order, at one point I was feeding him bites using my fork. I thought to myself, how erotic, this is what lovers do. Daddy said he was so taken with my beauty that he’d nearly forgotten the reason he’d ask me out.
Dad handed me an envelope, I tore it open immediately. It was an invitation to a father/daughter dance at the local American Legion Hall, all proceeds going to help a family who’s 9 year old daughter was dying of leukemia. I let out a whoop and said “Yes, Yes, Yes. Oh, thank you daddy.”
There were smiles and soft laughter all around the dining room. No one seemed to mind my teenage outburst.
Following the meal, we decided to window shop a little in the cool night air. I had both arms around daddy’s arm, deliberately pushing my breast into him. He wasn’t moving away, it felt sexy, I held him tighter. We were walking by another club where we could hear live music. Daddy asked if I’d like to go in, my thoughts were, sure why not. I’d never been in a club and I certainly felt safe being on my dad’s arm.
The club was clean, nicely lit, not full of brawlers and had a large dance floor. The live band was good, and I wanted to dance, dad hadn’t danced in years, but he said he would try his best. He suffered through a few fast numbers until a slow song started. I wasted no time sliding into his arms. He held out his hand in a standard dancing position, I took it and put it on my hip, then moved the hand in the small of my back to the other hip. I snaked my arms around daddy’s neck and lay my head on his chest.
I knew daddy liked the smell of my hair, he was sniffing and softly kissing the top of my head. It made me want to please him more. My breasts were against his chest, I made sure my abdomen rubbed lightly against his groin occasionally.
I was feeling bold and slid to the left slightly, putting his leg between mine. I wasn’t humping, but my pussy wasn’t more than a hairs width away from daddy’s leg. I kept my head on his chest. At the end of the song, dad said we should sit down, I told him to stand there and hold me, they’d start another slow one. Sure enough, another slow one, Faithfully by Journey.
Since dad hadn’t pushed me back putting more room between us I became bolder on this song. I made sure I slightly rubbed against his thigh a few times, until someone tapped daddy’s shoulder and asked to cut in. Dad looked at me and I she shook my head no, he conveyed the message. The guy wasn’t going to take no for an answer and tapped again. This time I pulled away and glared at the guy.
“I don’t want to dance with you, now piss off.” Dad looked at him, “you heard the lady, piss off.”
I couldn’t help but smile, my daddy just called me a lady, not a girl.