At Home Late CH 21

At Home Late CH 21

“Daddy,” I said when I finally pulled away. “I have wanted this for so long.”
“Really?” he asked. “Really,” I assured him.
We hadn’t gone any further in the hot tub. I could tell that he was still unsure of if
we should go any further. The champagne in combination with our hominess had
gotten us over the initial uneasiness of what had happened, but I knew that it
would take time for more to happen. That wouldn’t be an issue though. I had all
the time I needed on this Edenic island paradise to make that happen. After we
got out, we decided to take a walk around the island just to take in some of the
sights.
The odd looks from couples, mostly closer to Daddy’s age than mine, was
humorous. To them, he was an older man, and I was his young trophy wife or an
adulterous affair. By the end of the weekend, I had hoped that they would have
been right about the latter. Daddy felt a little more uncomfortable about it at first
“This feels weird,” he said as we passed a couple who had been staring at us
particularly hard.
“Why?” I asked
“Because they think we are a thing.” He said. “Well,” I teased, looking around to
make sure nobody was near. “I think we officially are now Daddy” “Shhhh,” he
scolded. “Don’t say that.”
“Oh my god, Daddy,” I responded. “Nobody is around. Plus people will think it’s
just a weird sex thing. Which I guess it kind of is.”
He blushed at that and went silent.
“Oh lighten up,” I said. “Nobody is around.”
“It’s not that,” he said. “We just shouldn’t have.”
“Why?” I asked.
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“It isn’t right,” he responded. “We’re both adults,” I said.
“But your mother,” he trailed off.
I
“Doesn’t seem to care about you like that anymore,” I spat without thinking.
He recoiled at the words. “Which is stupid,” I continued.
We had followed a long sandy trail off of the sidewalks and were now standing in
dense vegetation. From the main concrete path, we would have been barely
visible to anybody passing by. Daddy seemed to be considering something as his
eyes stared along the winding dirt trail that led deeper into the vegetation.
“Look,” I said. “I’m not saying that Mom doesn’t love you, Daddy. We both know
that she does.”
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I walked around him as I spoke until we were standing face to face.
“What I am saying,” I continued. “Is that it seems that she isn’t taking care of you
the way that I have imagined taking care of you for years.”
“Years?” he asked, his eyebrows rising.
“Years, Daddy,” I told him. “And I’m not going to be the one to get between you
and Mom in any way. I am just offering you a solution to a problem that you
have.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself close to him
“I am offering to be yours for whatever you want, whenever you want,” I said. “If
you want that.”
It was all out on the table now. I had offered myself entirely to my step-father,
and it was up to him if he would take me up on it or not. I wanted him to, of
course, but I couldn’t make that happen.
“So what do you think, Daddy?” I asked in a husky voice
I already knew his answer. I could feel it in the form of his firm manhood pressing
against my stomach. He could put up all the verbal resistance that he wanted, but
it was quite evident that Daddy wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I
pressed my body in closer to his, reveling in the feeling of that monstrous cock
between us.
“Daddy,” I said. “I think I know what you want.”
I reached down and pulled his rock–hard manhood out of the top of his shorts.
Leaning close, I whispered into his ear.
“Will you put this inside of me, Daddy?” I asked.
Something changed inside of him at that moment. I could almost see his
expression change to one of primal need. Pushing my arms up, he pulled the
sheer cover–up off my body and threw it to the ground.
“Right here, Daddy?” I asked. Butterflies rose up in my stomach as I glanced back
to down the dirt trail towards the concrete sidewalk. A couple wandered by
through the treeline, and the neediness between my legs became a throbbing
hot desire.
“Right here,” he said. His voice was lower and dripped with sexuality. Something I
had never heard from him before.

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