I could not get hisbig dickout of my mind either. I knew that I had to have it or I'd go crazy, even if I had no idea what to do with a dick since I had never touched one, let alone sucked one.
I know that people fantasize when masturbating; I have when I play with my pussy. I dreamed of being with Brad Pitt while I touched myself. No chance of that ever happening. I didn't know if my father was just fantasizing about incest or what. Helen? Me? Any girl?. He had never touched me any way that was sexual or made any kind of direct suggestion. Honestly, the thought of fucking my father and his big dick was turning me on. I imagined that my dad is soft, gentle, and very sensual, not brutal like the ugly old German guy was with that tiny pretty little girl.
It was then that I decided to give my Dad arealsurprise birthday present; he will be pleasantly surprised or shocked out of his skull. If he is surprised then we will both get what we want. If he is shocked, then I'll apologize and make the best of the situation and I'm sure that he will be understanding and supportive.
We were running the track the next Saturday morning. We did our usual routine and after our run, we were sitting under the shade of our favorite cottonwood tree. My father did not perform his usual run. I said, “You were running a bit slower than usual today, Dad. Are you feeling sick still?” I knew he was not sick yesterday.
“Nah,” said my father, “just sore in my shoulders and back. Late yesterday I did some tree trimming, you know those branches that were hanging over the driveway.”
Yes, I did notice that now that he mentioned it. I moved my position where I was sitting behind my father and began to massage his shoulders. I asked, “Does that feel better?” My father was not buffed up but had tight smooth muscles. He was so sexy to touch and tomorrow I would touch more than his shoulder muscles. My father let out a few 'oohs and ahhs” and was like, “That feels wonderful. Since tomorrow is my birthday, let's celebrate tonight and go to our favorite restaurant. That is if you don't have any other plans. Any birthday gifts for me?”
“Pampas!” I shouted, “I love that place! My only plans are to be with you, Dad.”
I wrapped my arms around his chest and gave him a big hug. Looking over his shoulder, I thought that I saw a rise in his running shorts but he quickly placed his water bottle over his crotch area.
“And I have a nice birthday surprise for you too,” I said.
He grinned. “Really? I can't wait.”
I decided to wear the slinky black dress that I wore to the junior high dance earlier in the year, the one where I had no date and no boys asked me to dance, but that was okay. I mean, I think I was looked hot in it so maybe the boys were just too scared. Hopefully, my luck will be better tonight. I found some pearls that my mother had left long ago. My father called to see if I was ready and I stepped. I had my make up perfect with a bit more mascara than I normally would wear, black dress, black stockings, white pearl necklace, and matching pearl earrings.
“Oh boy oh man oh brother where art thou,” said my Dad, “you are so beautiful, so grown up looking.” He leaned forward to smell my perfume and said: “Wow! Well let's go. We'll be the hottest couple there.”
We arrived at Pampas and I held my father around his waist as we walked in. We sat a table in a secluded corner of the restaurant. Pampas is one of those all you can eat meat places, where the waiters keep bringing various meats-steaks, chicken, pork, turkey-until you tell them to stop, We made small talk throughout the evening and I flirted with my Dad more than I normally do. I even brushed my leg across his a few times. The food was excellent and the service was superior, as always. My father enjoyed his birthday meal and company. We left the restaurant and drove home. I held my father's hand as we walked into our house. I told my father to sleep in tomorrow and we could run later in the day. I gave him a kiss that was about three or four degrees more than daughterly and said, “Sweet dreams, Daddy dearest.”
I woke up about 6 that next morning. It was my Dad's birthday and he was 31. I went into the kitchen and made some extra strong coffee. While the coffee was brewing, I went into my bathroom and checked myself in the mirror; the makeup was good from last night and my perfume was still lingering. I quickly brush of my long black hair and I thought, here we go. I poured the coffee into two special mugs and added extra milk into mine.
It felt funny to be running around the house nude with my father here as I usually had on a night shirt or more on. I slowly pushed my father's bedroom door open with my shoulder as I had my hands full.
He was still asleep. I placed the mugs on the night table, propped an extra pillow on his opposite side of the king size bed, and slid under his sheets. His sheets felt so comfortable and smelled of his favorite cologne. I picked up his coffee and reached over him to give him a kiss on his cheek.
“Good morning, Daddy” I whispered, “tis time to wake up and I have your caffeine.”
My father sat up, readjusted his pillows, and took the coffee from my hands. I reached for mine and took a sip. My father was not completely awake yet to realize everything.
“Happy birthday, Daddy,” I said, and smiled and rubbed my hand across his chest.
“Thanks, honey,” said my father as he took another sip of coffee. “This is nice to get my coffee served to me this morning. This is one of those mornings that we need to be more open with each other than normal. I slept in the nude last night and I don't have anything on.”
I giggled. “Well, I'm naked too! We are both in our birthday suits for your birthday present.”
“My birthday present?”
“Let me move over and you can give me a hug,” I said boldly. I slid over to sit on my fathers lap with my back to his chest and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I'm comfy now,” I said as I snuggled to him. “Are you?” I asked.
“Oh very,” said my father “This is very unexpected but very pleasant. After dinner last night, all I thought about was you. How grown up you were and how beautiful you are, and now we are drinking coffee, naked!”
I could feel his dick starting to grow under my lap.
“I can see you really are enjoying this,” I laughed and felt his hands rise from my waist and over my breast. “That feels so nice.”
Okay, maybe I appeared to know what I was doing but I didn't have a clue, I was taking cues off things I had seen in movies. Like I said, I had never even kissed a boy or man or anyone let alone get sexy with them.
My Dad spoke in a whisper: “I can't tell you how often I have wanted to touch you when we have hugged and stuff?sometimes I would run slightly behind you just to watch your butt move. You have a great ass, kid. I find you so beautiful.” He started to caress my nipples which started to harden. “Are you okay doing this?” he asked me.
I let the sheet slip to our waists. My father was breathing in my perfume as his hands explored my small breasts. His hands felt so good as he paused over my rather flat breasts and kneaded my large pink nipples. His penis was now fully erect and popped up between my legs. I slid the sheet completely off of us and I got my first look at his cock, up close and personal. It was so beautiful, nice and thick, and I didn't mind the musty odor, in fact it made me wet when the smell hit my nostrils. My hands started to lightly feel up and down his shaft.
“Baby that feels good,” went my father, “Hey, honey, look I just woke up and that coffee is working on me. I have to pee.”