Father/Daughter Bonding_(1)

My daughter, Kayla is the apple of my eye, the very definition of a “daddy’s girl”, but at sixteen she has found different interests and our father/daughter time has diminished greatly. The times we spent watching horror movies together have been replaced by her going to the mall with her girlfriends, cheerleading and going on dates. So I have to say I was elated and a little more than surprised this past weekend when my wife went out of town to spend a week at her mother’s house and my daughter asked me as we ate breakfast that Saturday morning if we could “watch some scary movies tonight, just like old times.”
“Absolutely we can, angel,” I said to her while grinning from ear to ear.
“Great!” she exclaimed “Kendra and I are going to the mall this afternoon and I’ll pick us up a couple of movies while we’re there.”
After breakfast I headed outside to take advantage of the beautiful spring day to do some much needed lawn work and as I was shirtless and planting the spring flowers in the natural area by the front porch Kayla’s friend Kendra arrived at the house. We spoke briefly until Kayla opened the door to greet her friend and they went inside. As the door closed I could have sworn I heard Kendra say to my daughter “Your father is sooo damn sexy” but I decided that was just my wishful thinking as I have to admit I’ve had some naughty thoughts about Kendra in the past. And who wouldn’t? Kayla and Kendra could almost pass as twins. They’re both about five foot three and one hundred and five pounds of brown haired, green eyed walking dynamite.
They were still at the house deciding what they were going to wear to the mall when I finished my yard work and passed my daughter’s room on the way to my room to take a shower. Kayla’s door was closed but I know what I heard this time. Kendra and Kayla where talking about me and I stopped at the door to listen.
“Kayla I swear, your dad’s tattoos and bald head, he really turns me on.” Kendra said to my daughter.
“Shut up Kendra,” my daughter giggled “that is my daddy you’re talking about.”
“I bet he’s hung like a mule, too,” Kendra continued.
Having my ego sufficiently stroked and not wanting to get caught eaves dropping by my daughter I continued down the hallway to my room and jumped into the shower. I fantasized about fucking my daughter’s friend while I cleaned myself, toweled dry and stepped naked to the bathroom sink to shave my face and head.
My bathroom door opened and my daughter stepped in.
“Christ, Kayla!” I exclaimed in shock as I turned to grab my towel and wrap it around me, but in my surprise I turned toward my daughter instead of turning my back to her and I could have sworn I saw her eyes drift down to my eight inch cock before I could get the towel around me waist.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry daddy” Kayla said as she raised her hand to cover her eyes. I appreciated her effort to pretend she hadn’t seen me but it was too late, I knew she had even if I was wrong about her intentionally glancing down.
“It’s ok, sweetie, I’m covered up now.” I said and she lowered her hand “what is it angel?”
“I was just going to tell you that Kendra and I are going to the mall now but I’ll be back with some movies for us to watch.”
“Okay angel,” I said “Have fun.”
Once they left I got into bed to masturbate while fantasizing about my daughter’s friend but got to a certain point in my fantasy and the image of my daughter in my bathroom glancing at my cock flashed in front of me and I stopped. Kendra’s father Jack was a friend of mine and I would be pissed if he were fantasizing about Kayla. I had to show him the same respect I would expect from him.
Then the evening came. Kayla brought home two movies one I had seen, the re-make of “Texas Chain Saw Massacre”, but that was okay because I love the movie, and one I hadn’t “The Last House On The Left”.