My Daughter's Education

My orgasm came crashing into me... it was such a relief to have that release but hyped my body up even more... my hips rose all the way off the bed as I felt my woman hood quiver with my climax. A wave washed over me like a warm blanket of heat, I swear I flooded my top bedsheet... Just as I was starting to calm down and slow my breath... my phone buzzed...

It was DAD...
"OH shit!" I yell to myself. For a minute I fogot people were here... why is he calling?

I pick up the phone and answer still a little out of breath "hello?"
 

"hello?"

"Hey sweetie," I said. "Steaks are done and I'm tossing a salad now, so dinner will be ready soon. Why don't you come down and set the table?"

I paused a moment. "Are you okay? You sound like you're breathing heavy."
 
"Yeah dad... I was just doing some quick aerobics before my shower." I lied on the phone.
"Let me jump in there real quick to soap down and I'll be down there in like 10 minutes."

As I was hanging up the phone I thought "He could toss my salad any day..." and I grabbed a quick par of clean clothes to rush to the shower.
 
I thought it slightly odd that Emily would go from sunbathing to aerobics, but I didn't try to puzzle it out. I'd discovered that teenage girls were as much a mystery to me as a grown man as they had been when I was in high school.

With Emily busy cleaning up, I set the table for us. I'm sure Meredith would be pleased to hear that we had a proper dinner. Whenever she left town, she assumed I'd order pizza every night.

I also opened a bottle of Malbec. After a thought, I set out a glass for Emily, too. Despite her age, I thought she was mature enough to handle it. After all, she'd be off on her own before long, so better that she learn how to drink responsibly.
 
The shower felt good, especially after such a release...

Emily toweled down and threw on a robe. Dinner smelled really good, and she didn't want to miss it so she cinched the robe tight and came down the stairs..

"Hey dad...mmmm... This smells great."
 

I raised an eyebrow as Emily settled into her seat. Her blonde hair was now a dark gold due the slight dampness. The rest of her was bundled up in a green terrycloth robe, suggesting that she had come almost straight from the shower. That raised the further possibility that she might not have stopped to put anything on underneath said robe.

This was actually somewhat in line with her character. Back when Emily first started to develop, she and her mother had repeated arguments about the need for undergarments. Emily preferred to lounge around in nothing butya tank top and shorts. Meredith insisted that it wasn't ladylike for Emily to go braless - even if it was only at home. Many arguments and slammed doors ensued, but Emily eventually relented.

Now that Mom was away, perhaps Emily was relaxing her compliance with the rules. As a parent, perhaps I should say something? But after chiding her about the swimsuit, I wasn't sure I was up for another round of playing "Dad the Uncool". I decided to hold my tongue for the moment.

I poured Emily a glass of wine. "Try this. I think you'll like the bouquet."
 
Emily was suprised her dad had nothing to say about the robe, she was glad because she didn't want an argument, plus she was kind of hoping he didn't mind anyway.

She took the wine, she didnt drink it much her and her friends were more likely to drink wine coolers or liqour. This was different. She took a sip, then another
 

I raised my glass to her. "To family," I toasted. I then drank deeply of the glass.

"By the way, since your mother isn't here to keep me in check, you'll.need todlet me know if I'm sounding tipsy. If you let me drink too much, you'll have to carry me up to bed." I winked playfully at her. "I'm not sure you want to try hefting me up those stairs."

I sliced into my steak and chewed on the meat. "So, you hot plans to hang out with what's his name
this weekend?" I could never keep track of Emily's relationships. Most didn't seem to last long, which I
hoped meant she was being a good girl.
 
The thought of a drunk dad made me giggle.

Then he brought up my love life, the thought of not having a sexual partner (I certainly wasn't telling him that!) for the last few weeks really bummed me out. My vibe and hands were getting some overtime...

"No Daddy," I guess not... "We kind of broke up." I put a piece of meat in my mouth and let the flavor fill my cheeks.
 

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," I said. "Or should I be glad you dumped the jerk because he's totally not good enough for you?"

"Well, then I guess we can spend some time together this weekend. Did you have anything you wanted to do, sweetie?"

I refilled my glass. Yes, this was definitely a nice vintage.
 
"Well he WAS a jerk.." I agree.

There isnt much I want to do, but maybe have another glass of wine please?" I ask sweetly
 

"Okay," I said, pouring her some more. "But last one. You're not used to this stuff, so best be cautious."

I myself was feeling a light buzz from the wine. Mmmm. Too bad Meredith wasn't home. I was really in the mood for some loving. I might need to break out the Fleshlight yet again.

I pushed back from the table and rubbed my belly. "That was a good meal. My compliments to the chef!" I chuckled at my own joke. Definitely a bit tipsy.

"I think I'm going to go fire up the hot tub and soak for awhile," I declared. "Why don't you be a good girl and clean the table?"


 
I take another sip of wine and start to clear the table...

"ok daddy." The thought of you in the hot tub makes me tingle a little after everything I've seen today.
 

I went outside to turn on the hot tub. The jacuzzi motor hummed to life and began to churn the water into a froth. It would feel good to soak after the long hours in the yard.

I went upstairs to put on a bathing suit. Had it just been me and my wife, I'd have opted for one of the Speedos. My wife liked to see the heavy bulge of my balls and the thick shaft beneath the thin material. Of course, with just the two of us, the swimsuits wouldn't be staying on for very long anywise.

Instead I opted for a pair of trunks. I was going to have to walk in front of my daughter, so some modesty was required.

I could hear Emily in the kitchen with the dishes as I passed through the first floor again. I exited to the back deck and dipped a toe in the jacuzzi. It was only lukewarm, but another ten minutes would have it to the proper temperature. I stepped inside and sat down to enjoy the bubbling water.
 
After doing the dishes I eyed the bottle of wine... I poured myself another little amount and shot it like a liqour drink. I can see he's already in the hot tub.
"Oh what the hell..." I think to myself, I grab the bottle and two glasses tighten the belt on my bathrobe a little and walk outside to see if you want another drink.
 

Emily approached with a tumbler and a bottle of bourbon. She poured me two fingers and held it out for me.

"Oh I don't know if I should, " I murmured. I was feeling a bit buzzed already and the warmth from the jacuzzi was only accelerating that.

Still, I was in my own home. So what if I got a little drunk. "Alright, since your mother isn't here," I relented. I took the glass from her and sipped. "Mmmm, that's nice," I murmured, closing my eyes.
 
Emily sat on the lounge chair watching her dad in the hot tub. As she sat her robe sligtly opened exposing some of her cleavage. She didn't bother to close it. Dad was getting drunk. Why shouldn't she? She poured herself a little bourbon too.

"That IS good... " she repeated her dad's opinion
 
"Just a little swig, sweetie," I cautioned. "Wine with dinner is one thing, but liquor for a girl your age is quite another. Just a taste for you."

I settled back and closed my eyes again. "Water is nice and warm now, sweetie. You're welcome to join me."
 
I pause at the invite to join you in the hot tub. "Did dad forget I was just wearing a robe?" It would be a thrill to just throw the robe down in front of him and slowly sink into the water... but still I have to be a good girl and at least mention it.

"I'd love to Daddy... maybe I should go change... unless you promise to turn around while I get in."
 
I was getting a little drowsy, so I didn't quite hear Emily's question. Something about what to wear. Bleh. After all my years as a husband, I'd learned my opinion on fashion counted for nothing.

I didn't even bother to"open my eyes. "Oh, whatever you want, sweetie," I replied, waving my hand in her general direction.
 
Well THIS is interesting....

I stand up and slowly undo the belt of my robe, my daddys eyes fluttering (are they open or closed? he's drunk obviously)
I put the robe aside. My naked body enjoying the open night air. My nipples harden at the stiff breeze.
I walk to the tub and slowly lower myself in... I'ts not my first time nude in this tub, just my first time nude with another person...
"MMMM that does feel good." I say
 

I opened my eyes to see Emily neck deep in the frothy bubbles. I smiled broadly at her. "Ah, feels good. Definitely for someone like your old man. My back feels nice and loose after a good soak."

I took a drink of my Scotch and see it back down on the edge. "Just don't go staying in too long and getting prune hands. You're too young for wrinkles." I winked mischievously at my daughter. "I remember how long you liked to spend in the bubble bath when you were little."
 
I giggles "Oh daddy... I still do like to spend long times in buble baths..." I also sip a little from my tumbler. Then I scoot over to where your sitting. You feel my thigh brush up against your leg and I take one of your hands out of the water... "Do you have prune hands?"
 
"No, not quite yet," I replied as Emily played with my hand. "But give it another 15 minutes."

Emily slid closer, sitting next to me in the water. The heat of the water made her own warmth indistinguishable, but I could feel her hip pressing against my own.

I found myself enjoying the physical contact. Usually I sat in the hot tub with her mother, so it was nice to have another presence. Of course, Meredith usually had more illicit intentions when we got in here, so it wasn't quite the same.

"So talk to your father a bit. How is my little girl enjoying her summer?"

 
I sighed...
"It's ok so far." I said. shifting my body to lean against him.

"no boyfriend this summer. So It's a little lonely and boring at night, but lots of hanging out with my friends I guess."

I took another sip of liqour, it was defnintely going to my head.
 
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