CourtesanBeryl
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Jun 30, 2001
- Posts
- 162
Natalie
No wonder this hotel is geared towards honeymooners! The room service menu can compete with our finest restaurants back home. Dad has the bellboy bring the serving tray to our small terrace and set it on the small table. We are both wearing our bathrobes with nothing underneath, the perfect picture of a couple in love. It's the first time I'm glad I don't look very much like my dad! The bellboy leaves us quickly and gets a good tip for it.
"Nat… Open that bathrobe, I want to watch your tits while we eat…"
"But Dad… Can't people see us?"
"They'd have to climb up the palm trees to see your titties! Don't worry… I bet everyone is rushing back to their rooms…" He is right: dark clouds are gathering above our heads. There's thunder in the air
I can not resist Dad. I untie the bathrobe and the belt falls on the floor with a soft sound. I feel his eyes feeding on me and it makes me blush. He grins: "I'm having a meal with the most beautiful girl in the world.."
We eat the most delicious cold meal: club sandwich, fries, shrimps… We have some fresh beer too and it is refreshing, with the suffocating temperature and humidity of the late afternoon. Dad looks at me and smiles gently:
"Come here, Nat..."
I leave my chair and stand at his side. I watch him scoop some whipped cream off his dessert. He cups my breasts with his left hand and covers my nipples with the smooth dairy. I'm giggling: it reminds me of games we had when I was a kid. He used to make himself a moustache with whipped cream moustache and had me lick it off!
He unties the belt of his own bathrobe and pulls me down to have me sit on his naked lap: his hairs tickle my labia.
He encloses my left breast with both hands and licks the cream away.
"Ummmmm… Did anyone ever tell you how good you taste?"
I giggle again.
He does the same to my right breast and looks at me with glittering eyes: "Usually, it's the cherry that comes on top of the cream, but I prefer when it's the cherry that's underneath the cream.."
I blush and say mockingly: "Ooooh Dad!"
He pushes me up and has me sit astride; my labia are now bobbing freely. He looks down at my pussy and sounds amused: "It's laughing at me! Should we cover that pussy with cream too?"
I can't resist the pleasure of titillating him with an innuendo: "But Dad… What cream do you mean?"
"Whipped cream of course!… We'll see for the other cream… Let's go back to the bedroom. Lay down on the bed and spread your thighs darling to show me that beautiful pussy of yours…"
As soon as I am laying down with my knees flexed over the mattress, Dad crawls up between my legs and covers my button with whipped cream. It feels so soft, so nice… He lowers his head to enjoy the delicacy. He sucks gently on my clit, making my slit tighten up.
"Ooooh Dad, it feels good… so good… Ummmmm"
A thunderbolt explodes very close to the hotel; Dad lifts his head and looks at me:
"See? What was I saying?"
"I know… You're always right…" I giggle. "Dad please, could we go to the beach tonight? For a midnight bath?"
"We'll see… First, you have to be a very good little girl…"
No wonder this hotel is geared towards honeymooners! The room service menu can compete with our finest restaurants back home. Dad has the bellboy bring the serving tray to our small terrace and set it on the small table. We are both wearing our bathrobes with nothing underneath, the perfect picture of a couple in love. It's the first time I'm glad I don't look very much like my dad! The bellboy leaves us quickly and gets a good tip for it.
"Nat… Open that bathrobe, I want to watch your tits while we eat…"
"But Dad… Can't people see us?"
"They'd have to climb up the palm trees to see your titties! Don't worry… I bet everyone is rushing back to their rooms…" He is right: dark clouds are gathering above our heads. There's thunder in the air
I can not resist Dad. I untie the bathrobe and the belt falls on the floor with a soft sound. I feel his eyes feeding on me and it makes me blush. He grins: "I'm having a meal with the most beautiful girl in the world.."
We eat the most delicious cold meal: club sandwich, fries, shrimps… We have some fresh beer too and it is refreshing, with the suffocating temperature and humidity of the late afternoon. Dad looks at me and smiles gently:
"Come here, Nat..."
I leave my chair and stand at his side. I watch him scoop some whipped cream off his dessert. He cups my breasts with his left hand and covers my nipples with the smooth dairy. I'm giggling: it reminds me of games we had when I was a kid. He used to make himself a moustache with whipped cream moustache and had me lick it off!
He unties the belt of his own bathrobe and pulls me down to have me sit on his naked lap: his hairs tickle my labia.
He encloses my left breast with both hands and licks the cream away.
"Ummmmm… Did anyone ever tell you how good you taste?"
I giggle again.
He does the same to my right breast and looks at me with glittering eyes: "Usually, it's the cherry that comes on top of the cream, but I prefer when it's the cherry that's underneath the cream.."
I blush and say mockingly: "Ooooh Dad!"
He pushes me up and has me sit astride; my labia are now bobbing freely. He looks down at my pussy and sounds amused: "It's laughing at me! Should we cover that pussy with cream too?"
I can't resist the pleasure of titillating him with an innuendo: "But Dad… What cream do you mean?"
"Whipped cream of course!… We'll see for the other cream… Let's go back to the bedroom. Lay down on the bed and spread your thighs darling to show me that beautiful pussy of yours…"
As soon as I am laying down with my knees flexed over the mattress, Dad crawls up between my legs and covers my button with whipped cream. It feels so soft, so nice… He lowers his head to enjoy the delicacy. He sucks gently on my clit, making my slit tighten up.
"Ooooh Dad, it feels good… so good… Ummmmm"
A thunderbolt explodes very close to the hotel; Dad lifts his head and looks at me:
"See? What was I saying?"
"I know… You're always right…" I giggle. "Dad please, could we go to the beach tonight? For a midnight bath?"
"We'll see… First, you have to be a very good little girl…"