A Daughter’s Weekend Getaway Pt. 1

The air outside was hot and dry. It was the middle of July in Colorado, which meant that trying to stay cool was a next to impossible feat. I was upstairs in my office, still in my black slacks and white button down shirt from work, sitting at my desk, with a fan pointed directly at my face. The breeze was almost warm but it still felt better than the stifling heat that was outside.

I was trying to focus on getting some last minute work done, but the heat was too intense. I decided to walk around for a few minutes and try to cool off. As I walked out of my office and down the hall towards my bedroom, I caught a glimpse of something bright out of the corner of my eye. I stopped and turned to face the window across from me. I stepped closer and peered out the window.

Below me, I could see Savannah, and her friend, Mandy. Savannah was wearing a bright yellow sundress and Mandy was in an equally bright red romper. The two of them were on the front lawn and clearly laughing and having a good time, despite the ungodly heatwave we were going through. I stopped and watched them for a minute from my high perch.



Savannah was the pride of my life. Her mother and I had had her just about sixteen years earlier. She was our first born child, but certainly not the last. In fact, we had four kids altogether. Savannah was the oldest, followed by two younger brothers, and one baby sister who was only seven.

Savannah had always been a daddy’s girl. I guess that’s what happens when you’re the first born girl. I would go beyond the ends of the earth for her, and for any of my children for that matter, but Savannah would always hold that special place in my heart.

As she grew up and got older, she would come to me with just about anything and everything. As the years went by and she hit puberty, I certainly noticed. Not only was she in her bratty teenage years where she thought she knew everything and didn’t need mom or dad, but her body was changing too. Her once tiny pre-pubescent breasts were filling out quickly and I knew she would have the same large breasts that her mother had when she was all grown up. She was fifteen and already in a C-cup bra size. Her butt was beginning to fill out as well. I’m sure part of that was due to the sports that she played and all of the working out she did to stay in shape.

My blonde haired, blue-eyed baby girl was quickly turning into our beautiful young lady. I had never really thought about Savannah in an inappropriate way. After all, her mother and I had a great relationship and were more in love than ever before. There was something though, and I can’t quite figure out what it was, that was always nagging at the back of my mind.

Today, standing at the window, staring down at Savannah and her friend playing in the grass, I realized what had been clawing at me. My beautiful daughter was no longer a little girl. She was growing up right before my eyes, and my eyes had finally taken notice. I tried to turn and walk away; to head to my bedroom and change out of my work clothes, but I couldn’t take my eyes away from my daughter and her friend playing in the grass.

I must have stood there for at least five minutes, just watching the two of them have fun; doing somersaults and flips and just tugging at each other and having a good, carefree time. At one point, Savannah did a cartwheel and her yellow sundress momentarily flew up above her head. I couldn’t help myself, and my eyes caught a clear glimpse of her private area. What looked like a thin, string like pink thong was barely covering her budding sexuality. I had no idea that my daughter even owned something like that. ‘Her mom must have bought those for her’ I surmised to myself.

At that moment, I forced myself to pull away from the window and head to my room to change. As I walked to my bedroom, I punched myself for what I had just seen. Of course I had seen Savannah naked as a child many, many times, but something about this was different. I couldn’t quite place my finger on it.

I did my best not to think about it, and quickly changed out of my suit into a more comfortable pair of clothes; a loose fitting t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants that were older than Savannah was. I left my room and decided to head downstairs to make myself a drink. I wasn’t in the kitchen for more than thirty seconds when the front door burst open and the two girls came crashing through, holding each other upright and laughing uncontrollably.

“Hello, sweetheart,” I said with a smile. “Everything OK?”

“Oh! Hi dad! I didn’t even know you were home! Yes, we’re alright, just laughing at something that happened today.”

“Care to fill an old man in?” I questioned her jokingly.

“Nothing that would make sense to an old man,” she replied and shot me a wink.

“Alright, alright, I get it. Don’t make me feel any older than I am!”

Savannah just smiled and then went on to ask, “Dad, I have a question.”

“Sure sweetheart, what is it?”

“Well…” she started out, “I know that Friday nights are usually our family movie nights, but since mom is out with the other kids… I was wondering if it would be OK if Mandy stayed the night tonight…?” Before I could say anything, she continued, “We can still have a movie night! It will just be the three of us. Would that be OK, daddy?”

“Mandy? Are your parents alright with you staying over?” I inquired.

“Oh yeah!” She replied. “They don’t mind at all! And I haven’t had a relaxing night doing nothing in a long time!”

I thought about it for a minute before I finally gave in to my daughter and her friend pleading and giving me puppy dog eyes. “OK! Ok!” I exclaimed.

Both girls jumped and cheered, “YAY!” simultaneously. “To be honest, dad, we had figured you’d say yes. Mandy already has her overnight bag with her!” Savannah laughed at the fact that she knew I would say yes to just about anything she wanted.

I just rolled my eyes and went back to making myself a drink. “Why don’t you two go get ready and pick out a movie and I will cook us all up a quick little dinner before the movie.”

The two of them skipped out of the kitchen and off towards Savannah’s room. As they left, I turned around and caught the slightest of glimpses of Savannah’s skirt bouncing up and revealing her ass. I tried not to stare, but I knew if she turned around I would’ve been caught red-handed. I put in a frozen pizza into the oven and went to sit on the couch and wait for the girls.

A few minutes went by and the girls came bounding down the stairs still giddy and laughing. I looked over the couch as they bounced into the kitchen to get themselves a drink. Mandy was wearing a small black top with a pair of blue checkered sweatpants. Savannah had on a similar white top and a pair of thin pink booty shorts.

The oven went off and I got up to go get the pizza from the oven. As I walked into the kitchen, my eyes could not peel themselves away from my daughters backside and long smooth tan legs. I felt something happening to me, and I knew that it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. I tried to avoid them as best I could and quickly got the pizza out and cut it and handed each girl a plate. “Well, did you two decide on a movie?” I asked.

“Yes we did and it’s one we’re sure you’re going to loooove” Mandy replied with a very sarcastic ending.

‘Oh great,’ I thought to myself, ‘probably some romantic comedy or chick flick or something.’

Boy, was I right. Not even ten minutes after the movie started and I was already bored. I sat on the couch and slowly ate my pizza while trying to stay awake through the movie. The girls were laying on their stomachs on the floor in front of me, laughing and eating small bites in-between their laughter. At one point I even had the audacity to ask them if they were even watching the movie. Savannah whipped her head around and shot me a nasty glare, assuring me that they were.

As she turned back around, I noticed her lift her hips slightly off the ground and adjust her position. When she did that, her pink booty shorts fell between the crack of her butt, and created an almost canyon like effect between her two butt cheeks. At that point, my interest was no longer in my pizza or in the movie. I could not take my eyes off of my daughter’s succulent round ass being barely hidden by some pink fabric.

I could feel that there was a tent rising in my sweatpants and I did my best to think of other things, but it was to no avail. I nonchalantly adjusted myself and pushed my throbbing member down between my legs. My foot must have brushed against one of the girls because they both turned around and asked me if I was OK.

I reassured them that I was fine and told a white lie about how much I was enjoying the movie. They seemed content with that answer, but after a few more minutes had passed, my cock was once again rising in my sweatpants. This time as I was adjusting, I suggested we pause the movie for a minute as I needed to use the restroom.

“Girls, get yourselves another drink while I go to the bathroom. I might be a couple of minutes.”

I let the girls get up first before I stood up.