Daddy Daughter Day Part 2

DADDY DAUGHTER DAY PART 2
It had been two years since Rebecca and I spent our day alone together. She spent that time away at college, so we didn’t get any time to further our sexual relationship. During that separation, she also had a boyfriend. She told me about him, apparently needing my approval. I told her she was an adult now and that she needed to make her own decisions and mistakes. I met him a couple times while the wife and I visited Rebecca at school. I was not impressed, thinking he was a moron and a leach. He didn’t work and depended on Rebecca to foot the bill for everything. I voiced my displeasure at the situation many times and even told her that he must be terrific in bed to warrant keeping him around. This upset her, but she did tell me after they had broken up for the last time, he was actually terrible in bed. Citing that he was selfish and only into it for his own pleasure. She had said that he was always in such a rush, sex with him was painful. She told me I had spoiled her with my prowess. I was flattered.

When Rebecca had finished her second year in college she decided to move home and attend a nearby college. She used the excuse that the school offered a better curriculum. I was convinced, albeit arrogantly, that she just missed me.

It was a warm Saturday morning in early September. So warm, in fact that all I wore that morning was a pair of loose fitting shorts. I was sitting at my desk, proof reading the latest chapter of my newest book, preparing for submission to my publisher. The son was away at college in another state, and the wife had just left for a weekend trip with her aunt to The Mall of America in Minneapolis. They were to be gone till late Sunday night or sometime Monday.

As I sat in my leather executive chair at my desk, reading my latest transcript, I heard the shower being turned off in the bathroom. I expected Rebecca , who was in the shower, for quite some time, to be in the bathroom getting herself read for her day. At that time, I did not know what her plans were. I put my right hand on the arm of the chair, as I did frequently, and used my left to make edits as necessary.

The wife had been gone only about fifteen minutes when Rebecca came into the room wearing only a thin white tank top and loose white cotton shorts. I glanced up from my work just long enough to notice she hadn’t spent much time drying herself. Her dripping long raven hair was hanging over her large bouncing breasts and the material of her top was translucent from the water. I cleared my throat and pretended not to notice.

Rebecca stepped to the right side of my chair. She was so close that her pussy was mashed against my hand. I didn’t move my hand, thinking that if she was uncomfortable that way, she would move away, if only a little. She looked at the computer screen, acting like she was interested in what i was working on. “Whatcha doin’ Daddy?” she asked.

“Proof reading the next chapter of another failed novel,” I replied.

She chuckled, “Like the last book? Only thirteen months on the New York Times Best Seller list?”

“Something like that, yes,” I mused. I looked up at her and saw her eyes twinkling. ‘She’s up to something.’ I thought to myself.

Finally she looked toward my hand, “Your hand is touching my pussy, Daddy.”

“Uh… No, Baby. My hand was there first. Your pussy is touching my hand,” I smartly pointed out.

“Touché, Daddy.” Rebecca did not bother to move away, and I would swear her patch began to emanate more heat than a few moments before. I noticed, also, that she hadn’t dried her crotch very well when she exited the shower. The fabric of her thin shorts was moist and translucent, much like her top. I moved my hand only slightly and my sweet daughter only mashed her pussy onto my hand more.

Rebecca moved her left arm, which, previously, had been hanging limp at her side, to put it around my shoulder. As she squeezed me lightly, I felt her breast graze my upper arm. I shifted slightly in my chair as my now rock hard cock strained against my shorts. She looked down smiled and said, “Daddy… I do believe you have a boner. What are we going to do about that?”

“I suppose I could go to the bathroom and jerk off,” I suggested.

“Don’t you dare waste that sweet juice.” Rebecca wasted no time moving her right hand to my stomach and sliding it down under the waistband of my shorts and to my throbbing tool. She wrapped her soft hand around it and began to slowly stroke me. She pulled her hand to the tip then slid it back to the bottom where she lightly played with my balls.

I moved my hand, since her pussy was no longer mashed onto it, and put it on the back of her left leg. I caressed it lightly from just above her knee to inside the leg opening of her shorts, stopping when I felt the crease of her butt cheek. I repeated this movement for a couple minutes, until my daughter started squirming herself closer indicating she wanted me to go deeper into her shorts. I was hoping that was what she meant. She certainly didn’t object when I smoothed my hand over the smooth flesh of her cheek.