At Home Late CH 16

I dropped my bags on the floor at the entryway to the bedroom and walked over
to the hot tub
“This is pretty nice, Dad,” I said. “Is this in all of the rooms?”
“Oh, no,” he said. “Upcharge.” “How much?” I asked.
“Too much,” he responded just as my eyes settled on the bottle of champagne
with a ribbon and card next to the hot tub. Beside it sat two champagne flutes.
“Oh, they provided bubbly,” I said as I grabbed it up from the hot tub. “Care to
kick off our little vacation with some time in the hot tub?”
“Actually,” he said. “That sounds pretty great.”
“I’ll go change in the living room,” I said as I grabbed my bags.
Closing the door to the bedroom, I quickly dug my new bathing suit out of the
bag and pulled off my jeans. In an instant, the heady smell of my sex–soaked
panties filled the room. I could tell on the airplane that the dream had gotten my
juices flowing, but it surprised me that it had gotten me so aroused. I quickly
pulled my underwear off and stuffed them In the pocket of my jeans before
putting on the new swimsuit. Hopefully, Daddy wouldn’t notice in the short time
it took me to get into the hot tub. Rolling the jeans up I stuffed them into a
separate compartment of my bag and knocked at the bedroom door.
“Can I come in?” I asked.
“Not unless you are looking for a show,” came Daddy’s response.
“Well, we are married now, right?” I joked.
There was no response back. After a minute he called back at me again.
“Alright, the coast is clear.”
I opened the door and made a beeline for the hot tub. I climbed over the edge
and sunk my body up to the waist before Daddy could say a word. It was only
after that when I turned to look at him that I noticed the surprised look on his
face.
“That swimsuit is…” he trailed off for a minute. “There’s not much of it, is there?”
“Do you like it, Daddy? I asked, completely ignoring his comment about my lack
of coverage.
“Yeah,” he said, shaking some thought out of his head. “I guess I’m just never
going to get over you being all grown up.”
That last bit caused a bit of curiosity in me, and I found my eyes wandering
downwards to Daddy’s swim trunks where could see a notable outline of his
manhood. For a moment I considered that seeing so much of me might have
been getting Daddy turned on before I pushed that thought to the back of my
head. I wasn’t going to let my imagination and long dormant crush run away with
my thoughts.
Crossing the room, he joined me in the hot tub. As he sunk his body in, he let out
a groan of pleasure, and a shiver went down my spine. I knew that, regardless of
if I wanted it to, my mind was cataloging that away to fuel my desires at a later
time. I grabbed the bottle and handed it to Daddy along with the two
champagne flutes.
“Pour us some?” I asked.
“Us?” he asked. “You can’t drink!”
“Actually,” I started with a mischievous drink on my face. “Pamphlet on the way in
said that drinking age here is eighteen. So I think I can.”
“I think you can’t” he shot back as he poured a single glass for himself.