At Home Late CH 15

Daddy and I did our best to entertain ourselves through the four–hour flight from
New York to the Caribbean. After a while, I decided that I would get some shut–
eye. It was going to be a busy weekend, after all. I put my headphones on and
nodded to sleep. But what sleep I did get wasn’t restful in the least.
If I needed to describe the dreams I had been having all week long it would be
“vivid.” For some reason, this whole vacation had relit the fire that I had spent the
last few years trying to extinguish. The one that had lead to a young teenaged
version of me’s obsession with my step–father. Suddenly, at the thought of
playing his wife for the weekend, all of my fantasies had seemingly come back
from the graves of my adolescence.
In the dream I had when I dozed off on the plane next to Daddy, I was floating
above the body of a woman who laid utterly naked on an altar of stone.
Within moments I recognized the curves of her body and the angles of her face. I
saw myself! I gasped as I watched my chest steadily rise and fall with my breath
from my disembodied third person perspective.
Multiple footsteps signaled the arrival of an entourage of muscular tanned–
skinned men. They stood around me, their hands resting on the stone altar and
their eyes on my body.
I watched as they began to run their strong hands over my body. Just their
fingertips traced paths along it at first, but soon their whole hands were moving
across every inch of my body. Even though I was merely a disembodied viewer of
the erotic scene, I could feel them. Each hand slowly explored my sensitive skin,
slowly tracing its way closer and closer to my most 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.
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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.
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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 sensations raced through me as I felt his cockhead position itself at my
entrance and a 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 came 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 it in a. Fold Up own row and spread out a bit while
I tried to suppress what I thought I would never feel again for my father, was loud
enough to make talking impossible, so I was able to spend its thirty–minute
duration trying to collect 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 that I was.
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.
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
island gave way to pearly white beacwould be calling home for the weekend.
Lush vegetation at the center of the
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 evening.
“That’s very true,” I laughed. “No worries. I’ll take the couch.”
“Actually, it might pull out into a bed,” Daddy said.
“Doubtfu!,” I said. “Not really enough room out there.”
The resort consisted of a series of small huts that were made to look authentic to
the beach locale. Each one had a small living room entry area with a galley
kitchen and a massive bedroom. If you hadn’t known what type of resort it was
before arriving, it would have been pretty apparent once you checked in. The
bedroom was twice the size of the rest of the suite. Half of the space was devoted
to a tiled area with a hot tub and an entryway to a small water closet. The rest of
the space was dedicated to the massive king–sized bed.
“Think they’d be mad if we just cut it in half?” My step–father asked, cracking a
smile.
“I think that might cause an issue,” I responded.
“You know,” he started. “There’s enough space that we could probably share it
comfortably.”
My heart began pounding harder in my chest.
My Daddy, the object of my deepest and darkest desires, had just offered to
share a bed with me. How would I ever be able to do that? Just knowing that I
was going on this vacation led me to have some of the most detailed and
raunchy dreams that I have ever experienced.
“I don’t know,” I said, trailing off.
“It’s fine,” he quickly cut me off. “It was just an idea. Weird idea. Sorry.”
“No.” I said. “Don’t apologize. Just might not work out. We’ll see.”