sensitive areas as if in unison.
Soon, the version of me that was laying on the altar began gasping and panting with need. Her legs parted slightly allowing more of her body to be touched and caressed. Her mouth opened slightly, and she began to whimper. Her legs were spread wide now, and the tanned hands were starting to run along her outer lips. I could feel them gliding across my body and playing at my dripping opening. My entire body was alight with ecstasy as the hands continued to tease at my most sensitive areas. From the bottom of the altar, a new figure approached. This figure’s complexion was much fairer than the rest of them and instantly recognizable.
I had never seen Daddy naked, but his body was unmistakable. I had spent enough of my early teenage years trying to and had seen him in various states of undress. I should have called out for him to stop, but I wasn’t in control anymore. The feeling of pleasure from all of those hands on my body was too much. Seeing him hungrily look over my body with his manhood throbbing and rigid left me with no will to resist.
Begs the Man of the House
His eyes never left my body as he climbed on the altar and positioned himself between my legs.
Although I was still watching myself from above, I could feel his skin against me. Forbidden.
I sensations raced through me as I felt his cockhead position itself at my entrance and at shudder went down my spine as he pressed himself deep into me in one motion. I opened my mouth to cry out in pleasure, but nothing me out.
Then, I opened my eyes, and the entire dream disappeared. Suddenly I was sitting on the plane. next to Daddy again, and I found myself dripping with the need for him for the first time in a long time.
The rest of the flight was pure torture. While dreaming my wetness had soaked the entire crotch of my underwear, and after waking up, my eyes kept wandering to the crotch of the gym. shorts Daddy had worn for the flight. He had been asleep when I woke up and stayed that way for the entire duration of the trip which was lucky for me. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying images of my inappropriate dream over and over again. The last thing that I needed was to carry a conversation with him while those impure thoughts continued to play out on repeat.
When we arrived at the large airport in Nassau, we transferred to a small plane that could seat up to six passengers. It was emblazoned with the logo and contact information for the resort, and the pilot who met us on the runway wore a resort uniform. The seats were all empty except for ours come takeoff which was lucky for me. I was able to sit in my own row and spread out a bit while I tried to suppress what I thought I would never feel again for my father. The plane was loud enough to make talking impossible, so I was able to spend its thirty–minute duration trying to collect my thoughts.
He was one hell of a man, my step–father. He was tall and broad with the body that a man half his age could be jealous of. He had turned to exercise as an escape when from my mother’s obsession with work and it had paid off. His soft body had been replaced with lean muscle over the last year or so. It was something he had never had, being a bit bookish through college and never being interested in dating.
Coupling the improvement to his physique with his charm and sense of humor made him a
knockout.
But still, he was my father. There was no excuse for me to be thinking about him the way
was.
that I
Even as I felt shame for it though, I couldn’t help but imagine his firm body against mine and his strong hands holding me down as he had his way with me. I watched him from across the aisle of the loud little plane as he read through one of the resort pamphlets and imagined him and me in the most sinful of positions while scolding myself for how wrong it was for me to be thinking this way.
Begs the Man of the House
When the plane finally dropped beneath the clouds, I was able to shake the taboo thoughts from my head. I was amazed by the beautiful island that we would be calling home for the weekend. Lush vegetation at the center of the island gave way to pearly white beaches. It looked like paradise, and a sense of giddiness rose up inside of me. Hopefully, there would be enough down there on that little island to keep me occupied because the thought of spending all weekend obsessed with my step–father was too much to bear.
“Well I can’t really ask them for a second bed,” Daddy said. “Would kind of be a bummer if you were running a couples resort and somebody asked to have a second bed, wouldn’t it?”
We had gotten checked in and to our room within about thirty minutes of arriving on the island. Very few people were here but the staff. According to the front desk, most people would be coming later in the afternoon and into the early
y evening.
“That’s very true,” I laughed. “No worries. I’ll take the couch.”
“Actually, it might pull out into a bed,” Daddy said.
