Over the next two weeks we booked fight tickets to Juneau for spring break, along with a single king room at the Hilton. Dad put feelers out concerning the possibility of selling his business in the future. I talked with my nerd friend discovering he charged $500 for a birth certificate and $1000 for a certificate of marriage.
We made a trial run to Indianapolis for a weekend to see how we did on me calling him Ed, and him calling me Gail instead of baby girl. It was a fun weekend, neither making a mistake on names. Hotel sex was great, I had brought along a teddy that snapped in the crotch, asking Ed to fuck me doggy with it on and the crotch open later. We found a lingerie shop where I bought two pair of crotchless panties and a bra with openings at the tip so my nipples would protrude through.
Daddy had another surprise for me, we went to a jewelry store and bought a matching engagement/wedding ring set. If we were going to act married, we needed to look married. We had them sized right away, I was so happy and proud, I hadn’t stopped looking at them since the moment I put them on. As we walked I softly told him, “Tonight I’ll show you what your new wife is capable of in the bedroom.”
He wanted me to wear the bra that night along with a pair of the crotchless panties. Daddy was operating way outside his comfort zone, my attire, or lack thereof, had him so turned on he fucked me three times before morning. Missionary, doggy, and on my side. His hand was in my crotch when I woke, I uttered, “No daddy, no more, my pussy is already sore.” Without realizing dad hadn’t woken until I spoke. His hand had automatically gone to my love garden sometime during the night. The teddy would have to be used another time.
I wasn’t walking too well Sunday morning, we ordered breakfast from room service. Dad called requesting a later checkout time, we wouldn’t need to leave until one. As we were walking across the lobby the floor manager complimented “Ed” on his beautiful wife. Though dad was 38, he looked as though he were in his late 20′ or early 30’s. He had me dressing more like a professional business woman than a teenager, knowing I would need to act older to make our plan work.
I really didn’t mind. At school or with my friends I dressed like every other kid, but evenings on the town with dad, or time spent out of town I dressed entirely different. I got to wear expensive dresses, skirts and blouses. Underneath the expensive attire I was dressed in the sexiest underwear imaginable, knowing it pleased my daddy to wear it.
Shoes, jewelry and accessories were a part of the package. I wondered why my mother ever left, dad had pampered her the same way. One thing I did know, I would never take him for granted, never embarrass him on purpose, and my body would always be available.
The next night we were having dinner out locally when daddy commented I looked good enough to take home and eat. I responded, “Then why don’t you.” He settled the bill and we left immediately.
The trip to Juneau was upon us, dad deciding we would drive to Nashville instead of Indianapolis, to be sure we didn’t bump into anyone we knew. I wasn’t wearing my rings at school or around town, so I asked daddy if it was okay to wear them on the trip. Not only was it okay, he insisted, telling me to put them on during the drive to the airport.
Arriving in Juneau we got settled into our room. I wanted to stay in and order room service, dad over rode that, wanting to take me out to a nice restaurant. He told me he’d like me to wear the green dress with the shaped bodice and flaring pleated lower half. He laid out a pair of exotic patterned stockings, a black garter belt, and white lace panties with a matching bra.
I was so pleased he had insisted we go out, the meal was excellent, ambiance comfortable, and a softly lit dance floor. The live band was playing mostly slow music, we danced every slow dance, getting lots of looks as I eagerly rode his thigh on each song.
Back at our room we were horny as hell, I had played with his cock under a blanket for most of the flight. The first class attendant gave us the look once, I flashed my rings at her, she leaned close to me and said, “Just be sure you’re quiet.” He didn’t cum during the flight, but damn near.
Then at the night club just before we left, my hand was under the table on his stiff dick. I excused myself to go to the lady’s room. When I returned I slipped my panties into his palm.
I whispered, “There’s baseball bat in your pants, and my bare pussy is anxious to have that inside her. I’ve been a dirty little girl, I took my panties off, I think you should take me to the room and fuck me silly.”
In the room dad wasted no time stripping me, I had grown a nice patch of fur on my mons, dad loved breathing in my scent and playing in it. When he was nude I reached for him, pulled him into a kissing frenzy, then whispered my little kitty needed attention, I thought a good tongue lashing would suffice. I’m not sure if it sufficed, but it certainly got us ready for a long slow fuck, no hurry from either, just gentle stroking for nearly 35 minutes. Our climax was equally subdued, the normal grunts and moans from both, my hips usually bucked, they did this time as well.
Lying in bed sated I said something about showering. Dad replied, “screw it, the amount of money we’re paying for these next ten days they can damn well change the sheets every day. My dick is done for the night baby, would you like me to get you a pair of night panties?”
I told him I would like that, I wanted to keep as much of my his cum in me as possible. The following days were filled with getting to know the city, checking out the university, determining job prospects, and looking at real estate. The nights were filled with lovely dinners, dancing a few times and as much fucking as we could muster the energy for. I refused to take my rings off for any reason. I was Mrs. Edward Dickens and I was going to let everyone who might wonder know it.
During the flight home we discussed the pros and cons of our trip, reaching the conclusion that the pros far outweighed the negatives. The job market was wide open in graphics, dad was surprised that in a city of 32, 000 there were only three large graphic shops. Starting a new business wouldn’t be an issue. University of Alaska had a satellite campus with a full curriculum, groceries were high, but that could be worked out, housing was or wasn’t expensive depending on where you wanted to live. It is the state capitol, so services should be decent. Juneau was looking like an answer to our dilemma.