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Chapter Nine: "The Bathroom"

The cool air in the hotel was a refreshing change from the heat of the late afternoon sun in the park. Sarah shivered slightly with the change in temperature, causing her nipples to harden into stiff points that poked through her still damp shirt from the water rides they had ventured onto prior to leaving the park.

Nick noted the hard nipples of his daughter through her t-shirt and couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement course through his body. He quickly admonished himself.

Apparently the desk clerk, "BOB", as he wryly noted from the name tag, had observed them as well and was ogling his daughter appreciatively. Sarah had smiled back at the clerk and a flutter of flirtatious glances and smiles passed between the two.

Nick caught the exchange and felt a surge of anger. He felt belligerent at the clerk for staring and even angrier at his daughter for flirting back. He cleared his throat abruptly and his eyes flashed as they made contact with the clerk's eyes, who in turn blushed and returned his full attention to checking his patrons in.

Nick tried to understand why feelings of anger had just come over him. He asked himself, "Would a normal father be upset if a good-looking young man flirted with his daughter? He was after all, about her age. Didn't she have the right to be attracted to someone her own age? It wasn't like he could keep her to himself forever."

Nick continued his contemplation in the elevator as they were ascending to their room. He tried to reconcile with himself. He was only feeling protective of his baby. He was just starting to realize that she was no longer a baby. She would be leaving him one of these days. That thought tore at his heart strings. Then the more lascivious thoughts of her sleeping with another man entered his mind.

Someone else would be enjoying her body. Running his fingers through her hair; kissing those luscious lips and those incredible breasts with the huge, hard nipples; smelling her; rubbing his cock against her swollen pussy lips before slipping inside her tight, wet twat.

God, he was driving himself crazy! He really was a sick man. Fathers shouldn't think about their daughters this way. He sighed in irritation and pushed at the elevator button repeatedly, as if to make the elevator move faster.

When they finally reached their floor, and had entered the room, Sarah sighed happily as she saw what would be their home for the next few days for the first time. She threw her bags on the floor and tore through the room like a c***d would on Christmas, examining every crevice.

"It's perfect!" Sarah exclaimed. Her father grunted. He was acting irritable and cranky. She chose to ignore him and decided instead to concentrate on checking out the room.

It was just as she had hoped. With the exception of course for the double beds in the room. But, aside from that, the room was spacious and almost luxurious. She bounced on a bed and noted it was both firm and plush –the mattress thick and cushiony. There was a couch, a couple of overstuffed arm chairs, a mini bar and large flat screen TV. And the view!

She sighed and clapped her hands together as she ran to open the sliding doors that led to an outdoor patio. It was spectacular. The veranda had chairs and potted plants and overlooked the city and beach. The sun was still in the sky, but she could see the city lights beginning to sparkle. She stood outside a few minutes, breathing in the salty air and feeling the wind blow her hair, whipping her pony tail against her cheek.

Sarah wandered into the bathroom as her father checked his work messages. She stopped in the doorway and took in the expanse of the room with awe. It was a large room with an inviting Jacuzzi tub. The lip of the tub was certainly large enough for a person to sit. Or lie back against. Perhaps even two people, she thought wickedly.

At least if one of them were leaning back, there certainly would be enough room for someone....her father...to be ...hmmm...let's see...kneeling in front of her between her legs suckling on her swollen clit; standing in front of her as she lie back as his thick cock slid into her tight wet hole or even perhaps fucking her from behind as she leaned against the wall with her legs spread apart, her breasts swaying with every thrust into her slick pussy. She sighed deeply, and murmured her approval, lost in her fantasies.

"Hmmm? Nick prompted his daughter. "What's that?"

Sarah's internal reverie was broken. She turned to look at her father, who had come to see what she was admiring. "Look, Daddy," Sarah said as she walked into the room. "Isn't this a gorgeous bathroom?" She walked into the room, and perched herself on the edge of the tub. The tiles, a shade darker than the cream colored walls, felt cool against the warm skin of the backs of her thighs. She leaned back, extended one leg so that it was stretched out in front of her, while her other leg was slightly bent and resting on the other side of the tub. She looked at her father intently. "It's so big and roomy," she said. "Perfect for a bubble bath, don't you think?"

Nick looked at his daughter with her spread shapely legs. Her eyes had half closed and she had one hand resting on her taut lower belly, the fingers just slightly grazing the top part of her mound as her other hand had come to rest on her breast bone, pulling the fabric of her t-shirt down, accentuating her full breasts. He could see the creamy softness of her inner thighs, now exposed by the shorts that had ridden higher than they had been all day.

A vision popped into his mind of his daughter lying there naked with her pussy spread open for his full view. He would love to be between those legs sucking on her clit, smelling her intoxicating scent again. His cock stiffened at the memory of the smell of her wet pussy on his fingers.

She was at the perfect height for him to walk over, release his now painfully restrained cock and watch her suck him until he came all over those plump breasts, he thought. How he would love to taste himself on her sweet smelling skin as he cleaned her off with his tongue. He wondered what her pussy looked like. Would the hair there be the same shade as her blonde mane, or a shade or two darker? Did she even have hair there? He decided he didn't care. Either way it would turn him on to see it. Hell, he was turned on now and couldn't see it!

"It's so big," Sarah repeated. She had opened her eyes and was staring straight at him, looking at the bulge that had emerged in his jeans.

He caught her eye and felt the blush rise, coloring his cheeks. He wasn't sure if she was still talking about the tub. He coughed, and cleared his throat. "I, uhm...I uhm...think I'll go and check my messages."

"I thought you just did that," she said pointedly.

"Yeah, uhm...I did. I have to make a few calls, I mean. Return some calls from the messages I received," he said.

Sarah shrugged, stood up and walked over to him slowly. She stopped in front of him, stood on her toes and kissed him full on the mouth, but quickly. She could feel his erection press into her stomach and felt a shiver work its way through her body. "Thanks for a great day, Daddy," she said as she slipped past him, her body brushing his, sending bolts of electricity through him. Nick stood a moment, with his eyes closed, trying to regain some sense of control over his body. He heard her say, "I think I'll take a bath before dinner, Daddy."

He was still standing in the doorway when she had returned with her bag, and slid past him again. She put the bag down, which was nearly bursting at the seams, with a grunt and bent down to unzip it. He watched her curved ass, and admired the definition in her upper legs, the muscles hard with the strain of her movement.

She turned suddenly. "Are you leaving? Or are you going to watch?" she asked with a smirk.

"No, of course not. I'm leaving," he said as he backed up, out of the doorway. "I'm leaving," he repeated again, to himself.

Sarah had already returned to busying herself with removing her toiletries from her bag. He noted the bottles of scented lotions and soaps she removed from her bag, and what appeared to be some type of silky lingerie lying on top of her clothing, peeking from the opened folds of the bursting bag.

Sarah stood, and removed the damp t-shirt she was wearing. As her shirt came over her head, she noted her father still standing in the doorway. "Dad!" she called out, in protest. "What are you doing?"

Nick's eyes grew wide, and he had the expression of a deer caught in the headlights. "I uhm... I need to use the bathroom before you get in the shower," Nick said, fishing for an excuse.

Sarah sighed with impatience. "I'll hurry," he assured her.

Sarah walked to the door, where Nick was filling the doorway so she had no room to move around him. He was transfixed at the sight of her full breasts practically popping out of her bra, the fullness of her breasts accentuated by the demi-cups that pressed her breasts together and up, the large, rose colored areolas visible.

She decided to throw caution to the wind, and threw her arms around her father, pulling his neck toward her, and pressing her forehead against his, so that they were eye to eye. Nick's body grew stiff. He didn't know where to put his hands, so awkwardly left them at his side, feeling the cool, silky skin of the sides of his daughter's naked belly. "You're a silly man, Nick," she said with a girlish laugh.

Nick's cock strained painfully against his pants. The nearness of his daughter in a half naked state with her nearly exposed tits pressed against him was pushing him over the precipice, of which he was quickly losing footing.

Sarah pulled herself away from the awkward embrace suddenly, with the expertise of a woman who knows when to be brazen and just when to play coy. As she slipped past him, her hand grazed the outline of his engorged cock, feeling its length and thickness, and his desire for her. "Don't be long now," she called out, playfully. She walked into the bedroom, still shirtless.

Nick closed the bathroom door with shaking hands and unzipped his pants, releasing his throbbing penis. He stood over the toilet, holding his dick in his hands, knowing there was no way he would be able to piss with his cock in the state it was in. He was sweating, he noted, as a trickle of salty liquid slid down his forehead and landed on his upper lip. He needed release. The temptations of the day had begun to wear him down. He was in a shit mood, irritable and angry. And turned on to the point of being crazed. He knew he shouldn't be excited by his daughter, his own flesh and blood.

The other side of him argued, how could any man not have a reaction when a woman is pressing her tits against him or sliding her hand across the length of his cock as she walked by? Or when she's pressing her ass against his aching cock? His recalled Sarah's earlier actions on the carousel.

He stood there, his dick in his hand, standing over the toilet, and started to stroke his hard cock, seemingly not of his own volition. His hand gripped the base and slowly slid down the long length of his shaft again and again. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of his head.

On his next stroke up, he engulfed the engorged, purple head of his cock and caressed it with his cupped hand, smearing the thick pre-cum across the entire head, and then down the length of his dick. He imagined it as the wetness of Sarah's pussy, and started to stroke himself more vigorously as he moaned. A strangled sound came from him and his eyes flew open, as he remembered his daughter was just outside the door. His heart thumped in his chest and he hoped she didn't hear him.

His eyes landed again on Sarah's bag. He couldn't help himself. Curiosity got the better of him. He bent over, still stroking his cock, maintaining the rhythm, and picked up a silky garment. It was a black lace panty. The front was nearly see-through. He imagined his little girl wearing the piece of lingerie and his strokes sped up, increasing with intensity so that his hand was rapidly pumping his throbbing prick. He brought the lacy panty to his face and rubbed the sheer material over his cheeks and nose, and against his lips, imagining his face and mouth rubbing against his baby's mound as he was getting ready to dive into her sweet pussy.

A flash of recognition that he should not be doing this ran through him but he was beyond the point of no return. Nick brought the panty down to his aching cock and jerked off with it, the fabric making contact with his dick now, rather than the skin of his hand. It was almost too much to bear and he gasped as he felt his balls constrict.

Now he had both hands on himself, one pumping his shaft while the other massaged and squeezed his balls. "Oh fuck," he groaned. "Oh fuck!" The pressure was building up in his sack and he was going to erupt any second. He didn't even think to remove Sarah's panties from his cock so that they wouldn't be ruined.

"Urmph, mmhhm, urggggggggh!" he groaned as quietly as he could as his cock jerked and twitched as it shot his hot, thick load into his baby girl's panties, the image of his cum erupting onto his daughter's panty clad pussy as she lie back caressing her own breasts, pulling on her own nipples taking over his mind.

He continued to pump his cock as he watched the last squirts thrust from his now relieved cock, and realized suddenly that he had just jerked off into his daughter's underwear, ruining them. "Shit!" he muttered. "Shit, shit, shit," he repeated, overwhelmed with horror at the recognition of what he had just done. "What the fuck am I going to do now?"

"Daaaaaad!" called Sarah, right outside the door.

Nick quickly zipped his pants up and stuffed the cum sodden panties into his pocket. "Coming! Coming!" he called out in a rushed voice.

Sarah had been outside the door; listening to the sounds she knew her father was trying to keep quiet. Her pussy was dripping with excitement as she imagined her father standing there stroking his hard on. The hard on that she gave him! She could feel the slickness build between her legs and knew she couldn't wait until tonight when she hoped to have broken her father down to get some satisfaction.

She ran her hands over her breasts and felt her nipples harden in response. One hand slipped inside the cup of her bra and began to fondle her breast, kneading it slowly with the palm of her hand as she twisted her long pointed nipple with her fingers. The other hand slipped down between her legs and caressed her pussy through her wet panties, feeling her own heat emanate from within her slit.

A finger slid itself along the length of her slit, and between her lips, pulling the fabric of the panty into her pussy. She used the silky material to provide friction as she found her swollen nub and circled it with the tip of her finger. As she heard the unmistakable sounds of a man cumming, Sarah closed her eyes and pictured her father's huge cock twitching as he spurted gobs of thick, white spunk on her clit as she held it open for him to jerk off onto. She needed to cum badly now and knocked on the door impatiently.

Nick finally opened the door after he had splashed cold water onto his face. He found his daughter standing there wearing nothing but her bra and panties with a flushed look on her face. "Sarah!"

"I had to...I wanted to sit on the bed and my shorts were wet. You took forever!" she said as she stood in the doorway, one hand on the door frame above her head and one on her hip. "I kept my underwear on though. They're pretty wet too," she said softly as she looked Nick directly into his eye.

Nick noticed her nipples were rock hard and poking through the fabric of her bra. His eyes traveled the length of her body. The panties she wore were white and matched the translucent material of her bra. He could see a shadow from the patch between her legs and the slit of her pussy outlined. He again felt himself aroused.

"Feel all better now?" she asked innocently.

He looked at her suspiciously. Had she heard him? It was a question they often asked one another teasingly over the years when someone had to pee really badly. He wasn't sure.

"Can I get in there now?" she asked impatiently.

Nick nodded and moved aside, pressing himself against the vanity so that she could enter the bathroom without touching him. He couldn't handle more contact. He turned to leave and closed the door behind him. He stood a moment with his hand on the knob and eyes closed as he fought to catch his breath and regain his wits.

Chapter Ten: "The Bubble Bath"

Sarah turned the hot water on, poured in a vast amount of bubble bath and stood in front of the long mirror opposite the tub and watched herself as she again ran her hands over her covered breasts and mound. She smiled a slow seductive smile, and imagined she was staring into her father's eyes as he watched her putting on a little show for him.

She slowly removed her bra and panties, releasing her full breasts, watching them swing forth as they were freed from their restricting cloth. Her nipples grew harder with the caress of the cool air against them and she took each one into her fingers and pulled on them. She slowly slid a finger into her mouth and wet it, feeling her warm breath, and then brought the hot wetness to her nipple, which reacted pleasantly, as she did the same with other.

Her right hand traveled the length of her taut stomach, across her belly. Now both hands were caressing her full hips and rounded ass. Her right hand moved lower and found her protruding mound of hair. The hair on her pussy was darker than her long blonde mane. It was the color of sand and curly. She kept it neatly trimmed so the curls were short, but they were thick and formed a pretty patch that just covered her pink pussy lips.

Sarah turned around and spread her legs apart, bending slightly at the waist. She watched herself in the mirror, her head turned over her shoulder. She could see her pussy between her ass cheeks and was turned on at the site of her damp curls beneath her rosy pink hole. She positioned one knee on the rim of the tub and stretched her arm around her back and lightly caressed her puckered asshole along the path down to her now dripping pussy.

Her hand slid slowly over the length of her slit. She could feel her own slickness and heat. Her curls were wet and slightly sticking together at the opening of her pussy. She didn't allow her fingers to enter herself just yet. She wanted to cum but she also knew how to take it slow and enjoy the buildup.

Her hands stroked the curve of her full ass and then traveled back up to her sides and moved to the front to cup her breasts and gently squeeze them. She climbed the rim of the tub so that her feet and legs were covered with the soapy water. Sarah perched herself once again on the edge of the tub and leaned back against it, feeling the cold tiles a stark contrast to the heat of the water.

The steam in the room made her feel deliciously woozy. She spread her legs and ran her hands over her protruding mound, feeling the delicious thrills resulting from her own touch. She thought of her father standing there earlier watching her as she sat in this same spot and wished he was there watching her now. She would love to show him how turned on he made her, how hot she was listening to him jerk off, how excited she was from their flirting during the day, the feel of his hard cock pressed against her when they hugged and during the one kiss he gave her. She moaned at the memory of his lips on hers kissing her hesitatingly, as his cock was right between her legs, pressing against her pussy, telling her how much he wanted her.

Her fingers lightly parted her slippery pussy lips. The pink, puffy folds gave way to her intruding finger, which quickly found her swollen clit. She lightly ran the tip of her finger across the nub, circled it a few times, rubbed the sides of the engorged hood and went further down to find her dripping wet hole. She played with the outside, teasing herself as her finger circled the entrance, went down and back up before slowly being sucked into the velvet depths of her cunt. "Ohhhhh!" she sighed, deeply. Her legs opened wider, u*********sly and a second finger found its way inside of her, joining the first in its depths.

She pulled a now semi-soft nipple to her mouth and wagged her tongue across the rosy colored point, causing her nipple to tighten into a long, hard point. Her mouth clamped down on the nipple and she sucked it, making slurping sounds and murmuring against her own flesh as her fingers inside herself found a steady rhythm.

It felt so good but she needed more. She wanted to feel that huge prick of her father's deep inside her cunt hole. A third finger joined the two, forming a curved semi-circle, stretching the tight walls of her pussy. She could feel her muscles expand, making room for the makeshift dildo. Her hips bucked upward, causing her pelvis to rise higher.

She was so fucking horny! She needed her daddy's cock inside her. It was driving her mad! She wanted to feel her pussy stretched to depths as never before. Her own boyfriends' had had average sized cocks, which were fine at the time but she found herself hungry for more. She wanted to be completely filled and fucked the way her father fucked Carly. She wanted to be with someone who was as horny and dirty and loved to fuck as much as she.

If she could get her father to give in to his desires, she was positive the sex would be incredible. He was holding back now, but she could see the passion building up inside of him. She wanted badly for them to explode together. And she loved him so much. No one could take care of daddy the way she could, and she wanted to take care of him in every possible way. She wanted to show him how much she loved him, and do things to him he could only dream about.

Sarah's hips were bucking wildly now as she finger fucked herself, and rubbed her swollen clit, listening to the sloshing sounds of her dripping wet pussy as her fingers moved in and out of her tight box. "Fuck me, fuck me. Oh yes, Daddy. Ram that hard cock deep inside of me. Feel how wet your daughter is for you. Oh fuck, yes, Daddy," she moaned under her voice, fantasizing her father was fucking her, as she neared orgasm.

"Fuck me, harder, Daddy. Deeper. Yes! Yes!" she called out as her fingers rammed deep inside her in short, fast strokes. The tension built up from her pussy and took over her entire body as she felt all her muscles contract and all sensations seemed to emanate from her cunt. "Cum inside your baby girl, Daddy. Cum in me!" she cried as her pussy walls contracted, clamping down on her fingers, and juices poured from the depths of her, soaking her fingers. "Urghhh!" she cried out. Her entire body convulsed with her orgasm and waves of pleasure coursed through her over and over.

Slowly, her body relaxed and she slumped back against the tiled wall, removing her fingers from inside of herself. Her eyes closed and she lie still a moment, hearing only her own heart beating and the water pouring full blast from the spout. The tub was full now, steaming with bubbles nearly over-flowing from the top of the tub. Sarah slipped into the water, bubbles encapsulating her as she basked in the glow of her orgasm.

Chapter 11: "The Towel"

Meanwhile, Nick had been resting on his bed, pillows propped behind his back as he tried to watch CNN. He had only boxers on now, having removed his damp jeans. He would dress in a few minutes for dinner, but for now, he would relax. He had tried to listen at the door of the bathroom to see if Sarah could have heard him but all he heard was the running water rushing into the tub, which blocked out all sounds from within.

The thought of her naked in the tub was tearing at his fatherly conscience, as was the recent memory of ejaculating into her panties. He had stuffed them at the bottom of his bag so that she wouldn't find them. He would wash them at home and place them in her drawer. He hoped they wouldn't be missed. He felt disgusted with himself and had resolved to be a better father to his baby girl.

He reached to his side and picked up a gift wrapped box. He would give this to her before they left for dinner. He had another gift for her but he would wait until that evening to give it to her. This gift was special as it was from her mother. His thoughts shifted to Karen and he felt his heart pang, remembering how good their marriage had been, how wonderful a mother and wife she was. He felt a wave of loneliness wash over him.

The only person who had ever made him feel as complete as Karen had was Sarah. God, what would Karen think of him having such salacious thoughts about his own daughter? She would be revolted, he was sure. He loved Karen and she had been a good sexual partner, but not as adventurous and did not possess as many carnal desires as he. He had indulged himself only when alone with his own sexual fantasies. Yes, she would certainly be disgusted with his sexual impropriety. He sighed.

"Daddy!" he heard. "Daddy!"

Nick bolted upright and went to the bathroom. "Sarah?" he questioned.

"Daddy, would you please hand me a towel. I forgot to put one by the tub!" Sarah called back, raising her voice so she could hear him through the door.

Nick hesitated. Should he go in? "You want me to come in?" he asked questioningly.

"Yes. Please. Don't worry, I'm in the tub. You can't see me. I just don't want to get out and slip," she answered.

Nick slowly turned the knob on the door and entered the steamy bathroom. The mirrors had fogged. The cool air that came in with him caused clouds to form as a reaction to the heat of the room. It was difficult to see but he made his way to the towels folded on a shelf above the sink. He heard water splash lightly as Sarah moved in the tub and smelled the deliciously intoxicating smells of her shampoo and soaps.

"Thanks, Daddy. I forgot to get one before I got in and I didn't put a towel on the floor. I was afraid if I got out, I would fall," Sarah said innocently.

Nick didn't think much of it. It wouldn't have been the first time he entered the bathroom when she was in it, safely behind the shower curtain so that he could give her a towel or soap or some other thing she needed. She had done the same for him many times.

Nick put down a bath mat on the floor in front of the tub. As he was standing up, the shower curtain opened and Sarah's face peeked from behind it. She smiled at him in appreciation. She looked like an angel amidst the steam, her shoulders and neck hidden beneath the foamy bubbles surrounding her. Her brown eyes were wide; her long lashes dark against her peach skin. Her long blonde hair was up in a clip at the top of her head, tendrils loose at the sides of her face, slicked down against her temples.

He retrieved the towel next and went to leave it next to the tub. Suddenly, he heard sounds of gushing water and shower rings clinking together as they slid open. Sarah was standing in front of him, naked underneath masses of frothy bubbles sliding down her glistening, wet body in a slow avalanche of foaming soap along her full curves.

The foamy mounds covered her actual skin, leaving the illusion of a sculpture forming as the soap is whittled away. Nick dropped the towel as he was flooded with impure and overwhelming feelings. It landed with a soft thud on the floor and he backed a few feet away, bumping into the sink, nearly tripping on Sarah's bag. His cock had sprung to life after its short slumber and he was rendered motionless with a mixture of both terror and awe. She was truly stunning.

Chapter 12: The Gift"

Sarah was cognizant of the effect she had had on her father. She too was caught up in the moment, stunned by her own brazenness. Her actions had been premeditated, planned as she soaked in the tub, but her ability to execute took her by surprise.

The two stood frozen, staring at one another, both breathing heavily, the sound of their beating hearts and the occasional drip of water running off of Sarah's body and into the still full tub the only ones in the room. Their eyes were locked, blue to brown. Lust and forbidden desire had come to a head in this moment.

Sarah inhaled slowly, deciding that she had come this far and there was no backing out now. It was clear from the tent that had risen in her father's boxer shorts that he was aroused, and attracted to her. The question of whether he would act on his desire still remained.

The bubbles still covered the majority of Sarah's naked flesh, leaving to Nick's imagination what lay underneath. His cock and head throbbed, pulsing with blood pounding both between his legs and ears. He saw not his daughter in that moment, but a beautiful woman whom he loved, naked and willing in front of him.

"Sarah," he croaked, his mouth having gone dry.

Sarah was filled with longing but maintained her control. She needed to keep the upper hand and get her father to the point where he was unable to turn back.

"Can I have the towel, Daddy?" she asked in a soft, husky voice.

He nodded, mutely and bent to retrieve the towel. He walked toward his daughter.

"Would you hold it open for me?" she asked, sweetly.

He nodded again, still unable to find words. He held open the plush, honey colored bath towel, and held it between his two arms for Sarah to step into.

Sarah slowly stepped from the tub onto the bath mat and moved deliberately into the towel, against the hard body of her father. They stood motionless for a long moment, their eyes locked, and a thousand words, unable to be spoken, passing through them.

Sarah was the first to move. Her arms slid upward and she slowly ran the flat of her palms along the expanse of her father's hard, broad chest, feeling his nipples harden at her touch beneath his t-shirt.

He was looking down at her, a look of pure lust and love mingled in his eyes. She looked at him with the same gaze, now running her hands along his shoulders, and then slowly down the length of his arms, feeling the soft hair on his forearms, the point of his elbows. Her touch was slow, deliberate and careful so as not to destroy the moment or conjure up any thoughts of stopping on his part.

Nick's skin was on fire with Sarah's touch. His arms came down as if in slow motion, and wrapped the towel against her, wrapping her lush form into his embrace, pressing her close to him. His erection pressed against her belly and his hands moved to caress her young body through the towel, feeling her soft curves beneath the thick cotton of the towel. As his daughter's hands began to tug at his shirt, pulling it upward so she could feel his belly, he grabbed her buttocks in crazed desire that had now taken him completely over and picked her up.

Sarah's legs wrapped themselves around his waist and she tore off his shirt as she felt his hardness press itself against the entrance of her mound that was now positioned in direct contact with his cock through his boxer shorts. Sarah felt her pussy begin to throb and she moaned. Nick pressed Sarah against the wall after he had lifted her up and grabbed her thighs with his hands, feeling the naked flesh of her muscled thighs, and pulled them tightly around him. The towel still remained between them.

Their faces were inches apart and his eyes searched hers, questioning, as if to ask if he should dare go further. His lips hovered above hers, waiting for her permission. He sucked in her warm, sweet breath, causing her to shiver. She nodded slightly and whispered, "Kiss me, Daddy."

Their mouths found one another, and they lost themselves in a kiss that had been held too long in abeyance. Bolts of electricity coursed through their bodies as their lips touched tentatively at first, then harder and more urgently as his lip sucked her bottom lip, her tongue traced his upper lip until he caught it and took it between his pursed lips and suckled it like a nipple.

Sarah gasped with the intensity of the pleasure, spurring Nick on to take her tongue further in his mouth and press his body harder into hers, moving his hips in a slow, back and forth motion. His hands found the clip on her head, removed it and threw it to the floor, causing her hair fell down in thick waves. He ran his hands through its softness, and pressed the back of her neck so her mouth and face were as close as possible. He was completely gone, lost in passion for his daughter. "Sarah...Sarah...." He moaned repeatedly into her mouth as he moved to her jaw line and neck, kissing and sucking her sweet, perfumed flesh.

"Oh, Daddy," she said breathlessly as she massaged the scalp through his head with her fingernails. "I love you. I love you so much." She was excited by her father's increasing ardency.

He murmured into her flesh, "I love you too, Sarah. I love you, baby girl."

"Take me into the bedroom," she said, as their mouths found one another again. Their tongues were playing like fireflies dancing in the night, flickering everywhere.

He nodded and lifted her off the wall he had pressed her against, feeling the full curve of her buttocks beneath the towel in his hand, all the while kissing her. They moved like that out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, where they collapsed onto the bed he had been watching CNN on just a short while ago.

He was on top of her, pressing into her body with his weight, his hardness. She wrapped her legs around his, pulling him deeper against her and began to move her hips in small circles, causing him to groan with pleasure. He could feel the pre-cum oozing from the tip of his head, wetting his boxers.

Minutes of urgent kissing and touching just visible flesh were driving him crazy. He needed more. He wanted to remove her towel and finally see what was hidden underneath, touch her, explore her, taste her. He pulled himself a few inches from her and supported himself on his elbow so he could look at her, his angel. "You're so beautiful, Sarah," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

Her hand reached upward and cupped his face. "So are you, Daddy," she whispered back, causing his eyes to fill as he gazed at her adoringly. Her hand gently slid the length of his jaw line. She could feel the rough stubble of his five o' clock shadow against the smoothness of her palm. She longed to feel that roughness against her breasts, and thighs.

She could hardly believe that he had kissed her, finally giving in to what had been happening between them. Her pussy was slick with excitement. She could feel the juices pouring down her legs, wetting the soft curve of her inner thighs. She was aching to feel him touch her there- a finger, a tongue, anything! But she wasn't going to be the one to remove her towel. He would have to do the unveiling.

He bent again to find her mouth and their kiss was long and sensual. It was full of longing and deep love. He moved his hand down, and explored her full breasts, pressed down underneath the towel. Sarah closed her eyes and moaned at his touch. His hand moved further down to caress her stomach, belly and hips. His eyes traveled with his hand's movements. His palm came back up to rest on her belly, hovering above the space that would be her mound beneath the towel. It was as if he was trying to gain courage to touch her there.

Sarah placed her hand on top of his. Nick looked up, his eyes meeting his daughter's. Their hearts were beating wildly and neither seemed to be breathing. It was a long moment, one of decision of whether to cross another line, a boundary father and daughter do not normally cross.

Sarah's mind was made up, however and she pressed her father's hand down and lower, sliding it across her belly until the two hands were moving together, his no longer needing prompting. Their eyes maintained their gaze as Nick's palm found his daughter's protruding mound above the towel. Sarah arched her back, bringing her pussy up against Nick's hand. He ran his hands across her, pressing the towel into her, then cupping her mound with his hand and massaging her pussy through the towel.

Sarah closed her eyes and moaned, causing Nick to gain further courage and slowly massage the space just above her opening. Nick was shaking with uncontrollable desire as he bent his head to kiss his daughter deeply, while his hands found her slit and spread her pussy lips apart with his finger so that the towel slid between her wet lips. He pressed down, finding her nub and massaged it through the towel as she spread her legs further, allowing him deeper access.

He needed to feel her with his bare hands. He was shaking hard now, breathing shallow breaths as his hands again traveled upward, until they were at the top of the towel, tracing the place where it met her naked flesh, as if trying to decide whether he should remove the towel.

She looked at him expectantly, her eyes glazed over with lust. He bent to kiss her, more gently this time. His hand traced her eyebrows, nose, and lips as he looked at her. "I want to see you," he said. It was a simple phrase that spoke volumes. She nodded.

"I want to make you more comfortable. Lie back on the pillow," he said, as he reached up and over her head to grab the pillows positioned where he had been leaning against them. As he did, the gift box he had hidden underneath them when Sarah had called out to him from the bathroom tumbled across the bed.

He froze in the middle of placing the pillows beneath his daughter's head, carefully moving her hair so it wouldn't catch and pull at her scalp. His eyes blinked wildly. He looked as if he was trying to understand, to make sense of something slightly out of his grasp.

Sarah looked at her father in confusion, and then turned her head to see what he was staring at. She noticed the beautifully wrapped gift box lying on its side and then felt her father pull slowly away from her, removing his hands from her body.

The box had been a blow to Nick's reality, a symbol of his wife and what would surely be her disgust at his actions. He too should be sickened by himself, Nick thought. He sighed deeply. His erection slowly lost its vigor as he succumbed to the rightly moral values of being a father that Karen seemed to be communicating to him through her gift.

Sarah sat up, wrapping the towel closer around her. "What's wrong, Daddy?" she asked in a quiet, concerned voice.

Nick looked at her, tears in his eyes, and picked up the toppled package. "This is from your mother." He handed her the box.

Sarah took it in her hands, gingerly. She was quiet a long time and then asked, "How? I don't understand."

"Before she died, she asked me to give this to you on your eighteenth birthday. She knew she wouldn't be around at the time, and she wanted you to have this as you became an adult," Nick answered slowly, and sadly.

Sarah nodded slowly, tears in her eyes now as well. "Should I open it?" she asked questioningly.

Nick nodded. Sarah carefully pulled at the bow and lifted the tape from the corners slowly, so as not to damage the paper. She had a habit of saving the paper from gifts that were very special to her. This one was surely one of those.

Intently and with great measure, Sarah opened the deep red velvet box. She gasped when she saw what was inside. It was her mother's pearls. She had admired them when she was a c***d. Once, her mother had let her wear them, whispering to her that they would one day be hers as she carefully clasped the necklace onto her c***d. She hadn't seen or thought of them in years.

"Would you put them on me, Daddy?" she asked, a c***d once more.

Nick took the pearls from his daughter's hands and gently placed the string around her neck. He positioned them carefully on her, turning the necklace around once the clasp had been closed. He delicately touched the pearls and then the skin next to them.

Father and daughter looked at one another. The moment was heavy, filled with emotion of what they had both lost. The passion that had filled those moments ago had been infringed upon by Karen's memory. It was not gone, but sundered, by the forcefulness of a deep sadness that overshadowed their lust. Each wondered, would they be able to find again that place of u*********s, overwhelming desire, without heed to consequence?

Nick stroked his daughter's cheek and then leaned in to kiss the top of her head. "I'm going to get cleaned up now. You better get dressed. We have reservations in an hour."

Sarah nodded and felt Nick's weight on the bed lift as he stood and then left the room. He returned to the bedroom momentarily after retrieving her bag from the bathroom and obtaining his own.

Sarah had still not looked up and he felt his heart tear into a thousand pieces. What had he done? Underneath the cold water of the shower, Nick leaned against the tiles, water streaming down upon him and sobbed silently, his shoulders wracked with the depth of his sadness and his conflicting thoughts and emotions. He loved his daughter so much. Why did he have to have such feelings for her? How could he go back to being just her father after touching her, tasting her lips, feeling her supple body?

Sarah sat on the bed a long while and then walked onto the veranda to look out over the ocean as her thoughts went to her mother, and back again to her father. It was difficult to come to terms with her feelings for her father in the face of her mother's memory.

The fact of the matter was that they were here and she was not. Her mother had left them alone and they had found one another. She couldn't help the fact that she needed her father unlike she had ever needed another man, another person. She couldn't help the fact that he would be the only man who could ever satisfy her. She couldn't imagine loving another as deeply.

Nature would have to take its course, regardless of what happened, she decided. One thing was for certain though. She wasn't going to give up and let her father go, and lose everything they could have. She had never just given up on something because it was difficult. If she wanted something, she would have it. And she wanted her father.

Chapter 13: "Dinner"

By the time Nick had emerged from his cold shower, which had served to cool his flaming appetite to a manageable level, Sarah had dressed and was waiting for him on the veranda. At first he did not see her, and was filled with momentary guilt at the thought of her running off as a result of his actions. "Sarah! Sarah?" he called out as he walked through the room.

From behind the parted sliding door curtain, he heard a small voice. "I'm out here."

He sauntered through the room and ventured outdoors, the warmth of the early evening engulfing his body, countering the cool temperature of his skin. His hair was wet, combed back and he had shaved and changed into a pair of khakis and button down shirt. He haltered just outside the opening of the door as he spotted his daughter at the far end of the porch, her arms folded on the ledge, as she stood looking out at the ocean.

His breath caught.

Her thick, blonde hair had been pulled into a twist at the top of her head with a tortoiseshell comb. Soft wisps of hair that had come lose were blowing gently with the wind. She wore a simple bias cut, v-neck halter top black linen dress, stockings and heels. The pearls were at her neck, an iridescent glow radiating from the lustrous beads.

When she turned, he again inhaled sharply. Her frontal view was even more stunning than her profile. The dress was cut tastefully low, displaying her ample cleavage. The dress clung to her full hips sensually. She smiled a slow smile.

"Sarah...you look...absolutely...stunning," he managed to finally say.

She laughed and replied, "You don't look half bad yourself."

She walked over to him and straightened his collar, smoothing down his buttoned shirt front. "Passable," she said nodding with a furrowed brow, feigning seriousness.

He bowed slightly. "Thank you, madam." He looked at her, as if scrutinizing her. "You're missing something."

"What?" Sarah looked down; inspecting herself for anything she may have neglected to put on. When she looked back up, her face twisted in a questioning look, he was holding out a small gift box, wrapped in silver paper, topped with a large graceful bow.

"What's this?"

"Open it and you'll find out," he answered, laughing lightly.

"You've already given me too much," she implored. "Nonsense. I could never give you enough, Sarah. Plus, it's your birthday. I get an extra special reason to spoil you today." He held the box out, pushing it into her hands.

Sarah carefully opened the paper to find a smaller box, similar to the one her necklace had been in. She opened it up and threw her arms around her father's neck in excitement. "Thank you! They're beautiful. And they match the necklace!" she exclaimed.

Sarah ran into the room, and began to insert the pearl drop earrings, replacing them where her silver studs had been. She ran back out onto the veranda to show off her new earrings.

Nick was beaming; thrilled his daughter loved the gift he had chosen for her.

"They're perfect, Daddy!" she said breathlessly as she again wrapped her arms around his neck and showered his cheek with what felt like a thousand kisses.

Nick's heart was warm and filled with love for his only daughter. He hugged her tightly and tried to keep thoughts of how good her warm, curvy body felt against his own; how delicious her hair and neck smelled; how he could feel her soft, full breasts pressed against his chest and the small of her back through the thin linen of her dress where his arms held her. As he felt his cock begin to stir, he pulled away from her gently and held her at arm's length.

"You look beautiful, Sarah. I'm so pleased you like the earrings," he said. "Let's start heading to the restaurant. It's just down the street. It's a beautiful night, we can walk there."

Sarah nodded and said, "Let me fetch my purse."

He watched the curve of her ass and the feminine sway of her hips as she walked away. He shook his head for what must have been the twentieth time that day, and followed her into the room.

As they left the hotel, Sarah linked her arm through her father's and smiled up at him.

He smiled down at her, his heart beating hard in his chest. They walked in silence a few moments. Nick could feel the rise of the breasts lightly touching his arm as she inhaled the salty sharpness of the sea air.

"Mmmmm. I love the smell of the ocean," she said blissfully.

Nick cleared his throat. "Hungry?" he asked.

"Famished!" she exclaimed. He nodded slightly, unsure of what to say next. He couldn't remember the last time he felt such discomfort in the presence of his daughter. He usually had more to say to Carly, who wasn't exactly a connoisseur of conversation.

Entering the restaurant, Nick could see the heads of several men turn and stare at the beauty on his arm. He clasped his hand around Sarah's and pulled her closer, protectively, instinctually.

They were escorted to their seats, at a table in the back of the restaurant. The plush chairs were spaced at a 90 degree angle, providing an even cozier setting in the dimly lit room. Nick took the privilege of holding his daughter's chair out away from the maitre de. He touched the small of Sarah's back, motioning her to sit, his hand dr****g slightly, coming to rest on what he discovered was bare skin beneath her dress. He shivered.

Nick ordered a bottle of Riesling and smiled at his surprised daughter. "It's a special occasion."

She raised her eyebrows in sultry look that made his cock twitch. What the hell was he doing ordering a bottle of wine for him and his daughter?

"This is a lovely restaurant," Sarah commented, resting her hand lightly on Nick's forearm. She could feel the strength of his arm beneath the cotton of his shirt, and could not resist grazing her fingers across the length of his arm. Heat emanated from between her legs.

Nick nodded, thankful the heavy cotton tablecloth was long enough to cover his twitching. He turned his attention to the menu. "What will you order, love?"

Sarah pursed her lips, slightly chewing on her bottom lip thoughtfully. "The zucchini blossoms sound delicious to start with...and I think I will have the risotto alla primavera." She looked up from the menu. "And you?"

"Clams oreganata and the....veal francaise with the polenta gratin and mushroom bolognese," he said definitively as he closed the menu, placing it back on the table. Not knowing what to do with his hands, he reached to tear a piece of bread apart from the crusty loaf, dipping it in the rosemary and garlic infused oil.

Sarah placed her chin upon her hand, and gazed at her father adoringly.

Nick pointed to the bread basket. "Try some. The crust is sensational."

She lifted her chin expectantly at him. He tore a piece, dipped it in the nutty tasting olive oil and carefully brought it to his daughter's lips.

Sarah accepted his offering.

Nick watched as her lips enclosed around the bit of bread, her lips extending to softly touch his fingers, her velvet tongue brushing his skin, sending bullets of fire through him. He was momentarily transfixed by her mouth, and at first did not notice that her hand had come to rest on his upper thigh as she leaned forward during her taste.

A clearing of the throat brought back Nick's attention as he tried to cool down the waves of heat circulating within him.

Sarah smiled at the waiter and took pleasure in the flustered behavior that she created within her father as she listened to him order for the both of them, stopping often to clear his throat. His normally cool and collected manner had dissipated.

The hand on her father's leg moved so that she had his inner thigh clasped lightly within her hand, squeezing his muscle with tender, sensual movements. She smiled inwardly as she felt his quadriceps tighten and his opposite leg begin to shake nervously as he continued to place their order, his sentences halting.

As the waiter walked away, Nick drained his glass of wine in one swallow. He needed to calm his nerves. The sensations created by his daughter's hand on his thigh were intoxicating, nearly paralyzing. He recognized that the touch was intentional this time, but felt little ability to remove her hand. Nor, did he want to, he admitted reluctantly to himself.

Sarah sipped her wine, swirling the liquid slowly in her glass, savoring the delicate peach flavor which was neither too sweet nor too dry. "Delicious," she commented.

Nick nodded in agreement and topped off Sarah's glass, and then his own. He coughed. "I was thinking after dinner we could stop at the hotel bar. They have a jazz band playing tonight. "

Sarah's eyes lit up. "That would be so much fun!"

"What would you like to do tomorrow?"

"Could we go back to the park and go on the safari maybe?" she suggested. "And to the beach?" she added.

"Sure, that sounds like a good plan. Do you remember the time when you were little and an ostrich came right us, and started to peck at the bugs on the outside of the car? You practically jumped right into my lap! You wouldn't tear yourself away from me for the rest of the ride." Nick chuckled at the memory.

Sarah laughed along with her father, before saying, "I always felt safe in your arms." She squeezed his thigh, the side of her palm now against his balls. She imagined the weight of them in her palms and shivered.

"You're too old now to sit on my lap though," Nick pointed out, growing slightly serious.

"I don't think a woman is ever too old to sit on a man's lap," Sarah remarked, her words carefully chosen and said in a low voice as she leaned forward.

The innuendo was not lost on Nick and he glanced down to look at the sides of her breasts, exposed slightly, the cleavage deepened with her new position.

"Do you like the necklace on me, Daddy?" Sarah asked in a seductive tone, her father's attention on her breasts not unnoticed.

"They're beautiful."

"The necklace or my breasts?" Sarah removed the hand from her father's thigh, and slipped it under the string of pearls, sliding her hand under one of the straps of her dress, lifting it just enough so that her nipple was exposed for his view.

Nick felt a flush rise, burning his cheeks, his eyes growing glossy and watery from the prickly heat burning behind them. His eyes were glued to the pink, tightly puckered nipple on the end of a full breast, the flesh creamy and inviting.

"Well, um...." His mouth had gone dry, and he licked his lips.

"Unless you have a pearl fetish, I'm going to guess you like the look of my breasts."

Nick felt the burn rise high on his cheeks. Prickles of cold sweat formed on his back and neck. He hooked two fingers inside his shirt collar, trying to loosen the grip he felt forming in his throat.

The waiter appeared, and settled a plate in front of each of them. Nick was grateful for the distraction.

Sarah however, saw this as another opportunity to seduce her father. She knew full well her father's pleasure of good food. When she was young, it was her mother who had provided him with delicacies to delight his senses, and it was she who after her mother's death, had taken over the role of cook, creating delicious dishes that had pleased her father.

They often cooked together, finding reprieve in the sound of a chopping knife against the cutting board, experimenting with spices until they gave just the right amount of flavor to a dish, and designing concoctions based on taste, texture and just their senses.

Sarah delicately picked up the zucchini blossom, and bit into it, savoring first the crispness, and then the soft silkiness of the ricotta, and the sharpness of the Parmigiano on her tongue. She offered the other half to her father, holding the blossom to his lips, carefully weighing it on her fingers as he took a bite. He murmured his appreciation as he closed his eyes, tasting the morsel.

Sarah dipped her finger into the remaining bite, the creamy interior reminding her of the day she watched her father's own cream spurt onto Carly's stomach. Her eyes lit with mischief as she lifted her covered finger to her father's mouth. "Do you taste a hint of nutmeg?"

Nick saw the gleam in his daughter's eyes and felt the familiar throbbing between his legs at the sight of her cream covered finger. He teetered on the edge of sucking her pretty finger, desire taking hold of his body.

Sarah left little room for him to waver.

She brought her offering closer to his mouth and then touched his bottom lip, tracing a line along its full curve with the finger of her other hand, as if saying, "Open up."

"Taste," she demanded quietly.

Nick obliged, and opened his mouth, accepting both her finger and the ricotta dollop she had on top of it. He closed his lips, stopping at the bottom tip of her pointer finger. But she slid her finger into his mouth deeper, slowly penetrating his warmth.

He felt delirious.

Sarah felt her nipples pucker and a throb begin between her thighs. She imagined the heat of his mouth suckling her breasts, her swollen clitoris. A shiver worked its way up her spine.

"Nutmeg?" she asked again. Her finger played with his tongue, circling the tip playfully.

He nodded. His head was spinning. Nick reached under the table and tried to tame the hardness with his hand. Seconds later it was covered with her hand and the memory of their ride through the haunted house briefly flashed through his mind, s**ttering any thoughts of reason he may have had left. He grew harder. He met her finger with his tongue and caressed the intruding digit before pursing his lips, and suckling it.

Sarah leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Both spicy and sweet mingled together."

She slowly removed her teasing finger from his mouth, watching it slip from his warmth, and then enclosed it within her own mouth as she slid it past her pink heart shaped lips. Nick's eyes grew wide. He watched her teeth glide against the sides of her finger as she slowly removed it from her mouth, her eyes glued to his own. Her hand came to rest on his own above his cock. She slipped her hand under his so that it was her hand pressed down on him and not his own.

"I've heard some people get high on a few tablespoons of nutmeg- a sort of drowsy euphoria. Me, I can think of other ways to feel elated," she commented nonchalantly. Her hand gripped his length, but she did nothing more than hold him, as she lifted her wine glass to her lips and drained it.

"Did you ever get high, Dad?" Her finger pointed to the bottle of wine and he filled her glass.

"Well, yes. In high school and college a few times. Pot."

"Anything else?"

"Coke a couple of times." He was having trouble concentrating, her random questioning as she stroked him throwing him off kilter. He was certain there was a wet spot on his pants.

"What was it like? I've heard it is better than sex. An orgasmic rush," she murmured. Her face was close, her body leaning so that he could see her nipple as the fabric covering it flexed.

He shrugged. "Some people say it is."

"Your clams are getting cold." She tossed her head towards the barely touched appetizer.

Nick picked up his fork as if on autopilot and attempted to eat some of his food. He was unable to taste anything, the memory of her juices on his tongue. He needed her. He wanted her. He knew there was no denying it anymore. What they were doing now, this flirting—what they had been doing all day was over the line, he knew. He wasn't sure if he could cross the next line, though. He knew he shouldn't. That much he knew.

He saw the waiter approach, and he grabbed Sarah's wrist.

She laughed and merely took his hand and placed it on her knee. When the waiter had cleared their plates, she said, "No one can see. We're tucked here in the back, our legs covered by the tablecloth. Besides, I'm sure the waiters have seen it all."

Her leg burned where his hand was and she ached to feel him touch her.

Steaming platters were carried to their table. Nick ordered another bottle of wine as he poured the last of the previous contents into their glasses. He was already starting to feel warm from the alcohol. But at least it blurred his conscience slightly.

Sarah dipped her fork into the risotto, and tasted the tender bite of the rice, the creamy consistency. The delicate crunch of the vegetables offset the texture well and she expressed her appreciation for the dish to the waiter as the next bottle of wine was served.

Nick lifted a bite of polenta on his fork and offered it to his daughter, who slid the smoothness onto her tongue. He gazed at her mouth lustily, hungry to kiss her. His hand started caressing her knee in small circles, seemingly not of his own volition. Moving his thumb higher onto her thigh, he continued the circular movement on her knee. He could feel her stocking, silky against his fingers and an image of what she would look like with her thighs spread flashed through his mind.

Sarah closed her eyes briefly, the sensation of her father's hand on her sending her mind reeling, the throbbing intensifying between her thighs. She parted her legs slightly, inviting him to go further.

Nick moved his hand merely an inch higher so it was now on the bottom of her thigh. The lace strip on her stocking met his fingers. They continued their slow caress, moving between silk and lace, silk and lace. He fed her another forkful of polenta, covering it with the Bolognese, and watched as a sautéed mushroom slid past her luscious lips.

In turn, she offered him a taste of the delicate risotto, her eyes shimmering with lust, glued to his mouth. Nick moved his hand higher. She reached out and softly grazed his bottom lip with her fingertip, wiping a touch of what lingered there. He caught her finger and drew it into his mouth, creating a vacuum as he slid his tongue onto her soft skin. Before releasing it, he lightly sc****d her with his teeth. Her nipples puckered, sending prickles of goose bumps appearing on her tanned arms.

Lower, his palm moved, now caressing her inner thigh. He imagined their softness inviting his mouth to further explore her. His mind was ravished, consumed by his need of her.

"You haven't touched your veal," she said breathlessly.

He looked at his plate briefly and then back at her. He didn't want to tear his hand away from her leg even for the brief moment it would take to carefully cut a sliver of the tender meat.

She seemed to have read his mind and gently pushed his hand off her lap, fighting back her own urges.

Reluctantly, Nick returned to his dish and the two ate in silence for several long minutes, the tension so thick in the air, his knife could cut it. The second bottle of wine drained, although he wasn't sure when that happened. He had lost track of time.

"My napkin fell." She looked at him. He searched her face, hesitating a few seconds.

"I'll get it for you." Nick pulled his pants up at the knee an inch, loosening the fabric before getting on his knee. His face was eye level with her breasts.

Sarah looked around and seeing no interest directed at them, pulled her shoulders back, effectively pressing her breasts forward. He watched in awe as she brought her thumb and forefinger to her nipples and quickly pinched each one. The hard points were clearly visible through her dress and he felt his penis pulsate, his balls constrict almost painfully. Her hand dropped to his shoulder, as if urging him on.

Nick dropped lower, obeying her command, lifted the tablecloth and crawled under. It was dark, the light obscured by the heavy cloth surrounding him. When his eyes adjusted to the shift in light, he saw the shadow of her legs, the black heels she wore pointed outward, her thighs parted, the hem of her dress in her hands, lifted high on her thighs, exposing herself to him.

He gasped as his eyes fell on the opening she offered, her womanly scent coming at him in waves from the secret place hidden in the shadows. He saw the dark thatch of hair covering her pussy and was entranced.

Sarah's hands shook as she lifted the last swallow of the fragrant wine to her lips.

With a trembling mouth, Nick looked at the place between his daughter's legs. He wanted to go further, to taste her sweet nectar, to suckle on the place between the lips covered with dark curls. He was scared, fearful, fighting with the primal need inside of him. His hands slid to her upper thighs, his thumbs rubbing her skin, circling higher and higher, hesitating. This was the point of no return.

Just as he leaned forward, ready to slide his tongue between his daughter's waiting pussy, a deep voice boomed, causing him to stiffen and jerk, almost causing him to hit his head on the table.

"Sarah!"

Sarah straightened up, surprised. "Mr. Watson!"

The tall silver haired man approached the table with an extended hand. He clasped Sarah's hand within his own warmly. "It's lovely to see you, Sarah and what a surprise to find you here!"

Sarah nodded