Daddy's little girl

"Let's do it," I said.

I steered you toward the exit of the mall, "We need to stop by the house so I can get clothes."

We got to my car and I popped the trunk open and put the bags inside. I walked to the passenger side of the car and opened the door. My hand absently drug across the small of your back, "if we hurry maybe we can get there by dinner time."
 
We were going right now? I didn't know where this spontaneousness was coming from, but I liked it. I got in the car quickly and we made the mad dash home. You quick got clothing for the weekend and we were off.

Throughout the car ride I held your hand as we talked and listened to the music. My conscious was gnawing at me. Was going away alone a good idea? Weren't we supposed to be finding an outlet? I tried to ignore it, because selfishly i wanted something to happen.
 
I called my shop and let them know I was taking a few more days. I scrawled a note for Helen, and left.

We drove through the day, a lot of it hand in hand. When Helen called I slid the ignore button and kept going.
 
Its evening when we finally get to the bed and breakfast. Mom must have called ten times. I eventually turned my phone off. We check in and are given the room key.

It was probably the most fancy place I had seen before, I'm a bit skeptical that it would only be 200 a night, but I don't question it.

The first thing I noticed about the room was how fancy it looked. It had an old lost in time feel to it which I loved. The second was that there was only one bed. I took some of the new clothes we brought and hung them in the closet and then checked out the master bathroom.
 
The room for all of it's fancy decor had a small assed bed. I wasn't sure how we were going to sleep in it. I guess you will take the bed and I will take the lounge.

We put up our clothes and look around, "this is going to be nice, baby girl."
 
I pout when you say that you are going to sleep in the lounge chair. I sit down on it and it creaks underneath me. "Daddy, as nice as it looks, this thing would have MY back all twisted in the morning. We can share the bed. Remember when it would storm really bad and I couldn't sleep? I'd always sleep on top of you. We can just cuddle on the bed." I know what I am asking for is a lot so I add, "I promise, nothing bad will happen daddy. I'll be a good girl."
 
Oh heavens, what Shelly was suggesting was dangerous. Holy fuck hiw was I going to keep my shit together, and more importantly out of her tight cunt.

"That is going to be hard on both of us baby girl."
 
"Please, Daddy?" I ask, playing with my hair as I look up at you. I'm not really sure how much I believe we could actually behave... maybe I didn't think we could at all. Still, I know I wanted to cuddle you as I fell asleep.

"We don't have to decide it now. Lets go down stairs and have dinner first." I suggest.

(Ok, going to sleep now. ~scampers off to bed~)
 
"Yeah, dinner sounds good baby girl," I replied. "Before we go, I want to wash up a little."

I headed into the bathroom and washed my face, and beuahed my teeth. I heard my phone ring with Helen's ringtone amd decided to answer it. Knowing the bitch she knew where we were but not why.

A short argument later, 15 minutes, and Helen was placated enough that she hung up without screaming at me.

I looked over at my beautiful baby girl and askedx "Ready?"
 
As you were in the bathroom getting ready and talking to mom, I quickly changed. I put on the black bra and panties and over that a nice evening dress for dinner. Nothing really fancy, just something that hugged my body and the skirt flared out. My hair was pulled back in a French braid. I even put on earrings and a necklace.

I sat on the bed and waited for you. When you came out I smiled. "All set, Daddy." I take your arm and we go down stairs just in time for dinner.
 
I stepped out and saw my baby girl all dressed up, and looking hotter than any man's daughter should, especially his own kid. Almost instantly, my cock swelled in size and pressed angrily against my jeans, trying to reach this woman-child and change her life forever.

I stepped up and stood before you and whispered, "You are a vision."
 
I smiled and blush softly as we make our way downstairs.

"Thank you Daddy... you looks very handsome too." I kiss your cheek, perhaps a little too close to the corner of your mouth. We enter the dining room and we are quickly taken to a table by a window and we can see out into the garden which is lighten and has various other ornaments.

I sit across from you. There are no dinner menus because they have meals planned ahead of time, however, there is a small wine and beer list.
 
The dining room was small, intimate was the word, and a murky pool of low light, punctuated by the settings on each of the tables. The light playing off of Shelly was amazing and she glowed like an angel.

The waitress came over and got our drink order which was as simple as a wine to go with the dinner. She left and was back a few minutes later with a bottle of white wine, a chardonnay,

"Baby girl, you were made for dresses like that."
 
I blush when you give me the compliment. You didn't say anything to the waitress about me being under 21, and neither do I. I've had wine before, so it wasn't a new experience. I sip from my glass, trying to keep an air of elegance while I do so.

"Thank you for buying it for me." I say, "I feel really.... grownup in it." Grownup wasn't the word I had originally wanted to say. I wanted to say sexy.

I don't remember daddy daughter dates feeling like this. This felt like an actual date between a man and woman.
 
I look at my baby girl and say softly, "After seeing you in it, I should have bought them for you before now."

I reach across the table and take your free hand and stroke the back of it slowly with my thumb.

I wasn't paying attention to our surroundings as I ask, "Are you wearing the lace black lingerie set?"

The waitress placed the plates of Cornish hen down and with a smile said, "You can move your chair next to her if you want sir."
 
I blush more when you ask, and blush even more when I realize that the waitress might have been close enough to hear you ask me that. She tells us that we can move closer and i scoot closer to you. After she leaves and I lean closer and whisper in your ear.

"Yes... I'm wearing them." I grab my glass and take another sip of wine, more than before.
 
So close, yet so far. I could smell your cleaness, feel your warmth. I imagine seeing the lingerie on you again, and the thought made blood rush toward my loins.

I place my hand on your lap, at the hem of your new dress. I squeeze your thigh gently, and said, "You are so beautiful. "
 
I get turned on as I feel your hand on my thigh. I imagine you slipping your hand up my skirt and touching me. "You make me feel beautiful, Daddy."I smile at you like some love sick and lust filled fool. Our body language certainly didn't seem like we were father and daughter as the sexual tension continued to build and the more I drank the more relaxed I felt.
 
I remove my hand only long enough to take a bite of food and put it back. The wine was tasty but not my style, and I order a beer when the waitress comes over to check on us.

As she leaves, I wrap my hand down around your thigh and whisper, "Spread your legs a little baby girl."
 
I nearly choke on my wine as I sip on it when I hear you tell me to open my legs. I cautiously look around, making sure no one is watching. I was thankful that there was a table cloth.

I open my legs a little. I can feel your hand go around my thigh and inside I feel like I'm melting. I try to calmly eat and enjoy my meal and wine.
 
The inside of your thigh is the softest thing I have ever touched. I run my fingers up and down slowly, my food forgotten. I get half way up between the hem and your crotch and payse there.

I pinch your thigh and twist at the same time.
 
The higher your hand goes the more I open my legs. I can feel myself getting wet and you haven't even touched me other than my thigh!

I hold my breath and try to keep quiet when you pinch and twist the flesh on my inner thigh. Our waiter was walking past when she noticed the strained look on my face.

"Are you alright miss? Is the food ok?"

I quickly take a breath, "The food is great!" I smile, "Just having a slight cramp but I'll be fine."
 
I whisper, "Good girl," as I repeat the pinch.

I am curious as to whether the spanking and how turn on you got were from me, from the act, or what.

Pinching the other thigh, I ask, "Do you like this baby girl?"
 
"It's a little uncomfortable, Daddy." I say honestly. I wince again when I feel you do the same to my other thigh, you had started before I spoke, so I wasn't upset as you experimented. "But I liked it when your fingers were lightly touching." I try to say it quietly.

I try to eat more of my food. After a while they take the plates away and bring dessert. By now my face is flushed from both the wine and you.
 
I run my finger up toward your crotch, stopping just before I get to the black lace panties. I twirl my finger around idly drinking my beer.

I look at the dessert disinterestedly and glance to you.

"Let's go," I say. Standing my, my hard cock os mere inches from your soft lips.
 
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