Chapter 2
Later , soft music and candles set the mood in the little out-of-the-way
restaurant as they waited for desert. "Daddy, you didn't want me?" Michelle
asked. She adjusted her fork absent mindedly on the clean white table cloth. "I
wanted you so much this afternoon. It hurt my feelings when you didn't think I
was sexy."
"Darling," he confessed, "You are sexy. And very pretty, too. But I'm
your father."
"But I waited for hours, and I was so turned on. I still am, you know."
She tossed her unruly shock of black hair from her face, and turned her green
eyes on him. Her voice became confidential, and she leaned closer, putting her
hand on his arm. He couldn't help but notice her long nails were polished the
same out of fashion shade of bright red as her lips. "You know why it took me so
long to get ready?"
"I thought you were just cooling off," he said.
"Yes, sir. I was." She leaned even closer, pressing her soft breast
against his biceps. He knew instantly there was no bra under that pink T-shirt.
Her breath was warm in his ear, sending chill bumps down his neck. "But I wanted
you so much I had to masturbate. I kept thinking of you the whole time, wishing
it was your penis in me instead of my own silly fingers.
"And I couldn't really get satisfied by myself. I still have to have you
in me." Her voice became even softer, her breath even warmer. "I'll bet you're
real big, aren't you?"
Miraculously, the waiter arrived with apple pie al-la-mode, saving him
from having to reply. The sweet ice briefly soothed the tightness his hoarse dry
throat. "Daddy, my feet are so tired from walking through those stupid airports
all day, won't you rub them for me?"
Instantly, without waiting for a response, two tiny girl feet appeared
in his lap, sans socks. "I couldn't bear to put those dirty socks back on, and
my feet are so hot in my tennis shoes. Please rub them." She wriggled her toes
against his cock under the table cloth enthusiastically, causing his member to
swell involuntarily from the sensation.
Her feet were smooth and soft, almost as soft as her breasts, he
thought. And her toes look perfect with that red polish on their nails. She sat
primly, spooning small bites of her ice-cream and pie. She wiped her mouth
daintily as he massaged her soft feet. Her soles moved slowly up and down
against his growing erection, rubbing exquisitely, and at the same time
innocently, against his thickening cock as she sipped the ice-cream. Both of
them pretended not to notice for long minutes as his erection hardened and began
to throb beneath her feet.
"Eat your ice-cream, Daddy. My feet are fine now, and your ice-cream is
melting and getting your pie crust all soggy." He reached absently for his plate
and spooned up a bite, hardly noticing the rich flavor. It could have been wet
paper. Even without his hands massaging her bare feet, she let them remain in
his lap, moving them slowly and rhythmically against his erection. He tried to
concentrate on finishing his desert. It was almost tasteless.
"I didn't wear any underpants either," Michelle commented. "Do you think
my luggage will be in tomorrow?" Dan shook his head affirmatively, fearing to
speak because of the tightness in his throat. By the time his plate was almost
finished, he was clenching his thighs together to keep from coming in his pants.
Just as he knew he couldn't hold back another second, Michelle squeezed his cock
one last time between her bare soles and pulled her feet away. Smiling smugly,
she bent to tie her shoes under the table.
"I liked doing that to you," she commented as she tied her laces. She
looked up through a fringe of dark bangs and smiled, reaching up into his lap.
The pretty dark haired sixteen-year-old raked her nails briefly across the
swollen bulge in his pants. "You were almost going to come, Daddy, I could feel
it. Don't you wish there were something you could do about it now, poor old
Daddy Doggie?
"Daddy. I wanted you to fuck me today. While I was all tied up. I was so
horny waiting for you to come in and see me all tied up and sexy. I almost went
crazy from being so turned on. And I couldn't even touch myself while I waited.
My pussy was on fire, and I couldn't do anything about it. I waited hours for
you to see me and get all hard and horny, then take your big hard cock out and
fuck me." Her nails raked across his erection slowly. He felt her nails scraping
across every thread. "That's why I stopped before you could come. Mostly to show
you how I felt this afternoon, and maybe punish you just a little, too. I'm
still horny you know, and now you are too, so I guess that makes us even,
doesn't it."
As she finished tying, she stood and looked her stunned and hopelessly
aroused father in the eyes. "But we can make up for it later." Her jeans were
tight, and the seam below the zipper was squeezing high up between the outer
lips of her prominent mound. He watched her bottom swing in her tight blue jeans
as she stood and headed for the exit.
So, she thought it hadn't affected him to find her helplessly spread
eagle. And after her little cock teasing, he wanted her doubly bad. He pretended
to fiddle with his wallet and check book under the knowing smirk of the waiter,
hoping his erection would subside before he had to stand up.
