8 comments/ 94859 views/ 20 favorites We Need to Talk By: We Need to Talk "Bleu cheese, please." I replied, setting the pizza on the counter as she turned toward the fridge. Her shorts were fitted but not tight. But still they revealed a very firm and rounded bottom. "Damn, looking again, " I scolded myself. Megan closed the fridge, turned my direction again with hands full, revealing the chilled nipples pressing ever so slightly against her top. She had salad dressing in one hand and two bottles of beer in the other. Setting the dressing on the counter, and extending a beer my direction "thought you could use a cold one with your pizza. Nothing tastes better." "Thanks ma'am," and offered a nod. I twisted the beer cap off and took a deep and satisfying swig of the cold beer. "Ahhhh." Megan tipped her head, looked at me with a big smile, "You've done that for as long as I can remember." And then did the same with theatrical flair to mimic my actions. She burst out in raucous laughter and fell against my chest, slipping her free arm around my waist. She held the full and gentle hug for just a minute, but just long enough to feel the warmth of her skin on mine and smell the same full freshness of her hair, and slid away allowing her slender fingers to linger on my waist. "I'm starving!" she exclaimed, snapping me back to reality, and reached for the pizza cutter, dividing our meal into generous portions. Pulling up two stools, we sat at the counter chatting of the day. Dinner was pleasant but a little awkward when my thoughts returned to the e-mails. "You cooked, I'll clean." she offered, as she cleared the counter, wrapping the leftover pizza for another time. "I'll check what's on cable tonight, and catch up with later in the den," but first there is something I need to check on, and made my way to the computer in the bedroom. The screen flashed back to life and I logged into the website "Beauty" . The opening page was fairly non-descript, but an announcement indicated that there would be nudity and adult content, requiring the standard disclaimer "over 18" requirement. Somewhat apprehensive, I moved the cursor to "Enter" paused and then clicked. "Oh my," was all I could say when the home page came into view. There on the monitor was my Megan, but not the Megan I know. She is beautiful, I know that already. But here on the screen she was stunning and sensual with an assortment of glamour photos of her wearing lingerie, and others of her nude but discretely covered. I couldn't resist moving from one photo to the other. "What does all this mean?" I wondered nervous but curious. As I adjusted to the shock, I saw tabs at the top of the page, "Services" "Rates" "Contact" and moved the cursor up clicking on "Services". "Oh my" laughing inwardly for my inability to say anything else as the services were displayed: Escort- In-call /outcall GFE (Girlfriend Experience) Kissing-LFK / DFK (Light or Deep French kissing) Full Service CBJ- Covered blow job **BBBJ for established clients – Bareback blow job "Oh my..." " Damn, I did it again" this time not sure whether to laugh, cry or go beat off. I wondered how best to find out more about this, to see how involved she really was, without letting her know that her secret is out. I thought an e-mail using another name, with an old but active account that would not identify me to her might be the safest. So, with a certain level of nervous anticipation, sent her a simple message: "Dear Beauty: I just saw your web page and wanted to let you know that you are…" How should I call my daughter? "hot…" no, backspace… "sexy and beautiful. Write back if you are interested and if you like older"… backspace… "mature men." "You can't take it back." I reminded myself with the cursor hovering over the "Send" button. "SEND" "Breathe Rick…" feeling a burn in my lungs reminding me that I had been holding my breath, and then finally filling them with fresh air. "Now what?" saving the page to "Favorites" before logging off and returning to the den as promised before she gets suspicious. The flicker of the TV screen greeted me even before it came into view. Megan was seated on the couch, having changed back into the soft fluffy robe. Her feet were curled up under her. "Hey, I thought maybe you got lost or fell asleep." She kidded as I sat in the open space beside her. "As usual, not much on tonight except on pay-per-view" offering a running commentary of her channel surfing while I was busy in the bedroom. "I got a little too much sun today, and my clothes were scratchy" gesturing to the robe, without my inquiring. "A movie would be fine. Your choice." And watched as she manipulated the remote knowing full well that she would choose a chick flick, a trait that she picked up from her mother. "OK, I'm all yours." nodding mild approval with her selection. "Just let me get comfortable," slipping off my shoes and settling deeper in to the plush cushions of the couch. About an hour into the movie Megan pressed the remote. "I gotta pee" as she jumped up from the couch, scurrying down the hall towards the bathroom. "Me too, since you have the movie paused, " and did likewise in my bathroom. The light from the paused screen was no longer flickering , but illuminated the den sufficient to make my way without stubbing my foot, even thought the table lap had since been turned off. Megan was waiting with remote in hand until I was seated, "Comfy?" pressing the "play" button without waiting for a reply. "My eyes were sensitive from the sun," offering yet and other simple explanation, again without my inquiring. I suppose that the ability to speak and read unspoken responses is one of the traits families acquire. After a just a few minutes of resuming the movie, she reached down to retrieve a bottle of lotion presumably something she brought back from her trip to the bathroom. Eyes on the screen , she mindlessly began to rub it on her smooth tan legs, higher and higher, pushing the robe up higher as she applied lotion to her thighs. Watching the movie was second on my list when her hands applied the lotion to the inside of her thighs. "I'm so dry after all that sun," was all she said as she turned her back to me a dropped her robe to waist level, modestly protecting her bare breasts. "Would you mind?" implying that she would like for me to rub some lotion her bare shoulders and back. "Sure" I replied trying to remain nonchalant or even moderately disinterested. How could one resist? I thought. My mind started up again. Perhaps it was the moment… no, bad excuse. Perhaps it was the intimate time alone… no, we've been alone like this before with never an inappropriate thought. I knew. I knew very well that it was the excitement, temptation and intrigue of the e-mails and the web page. A man, any man be it husband, father, preacher or teacher would have difficulty keeping his thoughts pure after seeing erotic photos of a woman (or daughter) and then having her partially undressed and alone in his house. Now, looking is one thing, but where a guy takes it from there is where it really matters. And for some strange and careless moment, I didn't care where things went from there. "Daddy, my shoulders…" realizing that I was holding the lotion, my daughter was bare from the waist up in front of me, and I was staring off into space. How do I tell her that I know her secret, and have seen the images that every other man has been lusting over, and then enjoying her in person when they meet? Mustering up self control, I began to apply the lotion to her soft and sun warmed shoulders. Her body was slender and feminine but firm and muscular. Stroke after stroke, deeper and deeper I applied the lotion first to her neck and shoulders, then to her back. "Mmmmmm, that feels so good" and she pushed her back into my hands. Her back was turned towards me but her face was towards the TV. I could see that her eyes were closed as she moaned again, offering a sign of approval and appreciation. At one point, I was so tempted to slide my hands around her waist to cup the bare breasts. It would have been so easy, but bad. "Would she really mind?" I wondered "After all, it's not she hasn't already been with who know how many other guys… strangers even." "NO! You're not just any guy, and this would be so wrong…" "So then why does it feel so natural, so right?" "NO!" I said to myself again with every ounce of self-restraint, capping the lotion and leaning forward to place it on the table in front of the couch. As I did, Megan turned forward and raised her robe, but first offering me a momentary view of her bare youthful breasts before the folds of fabric covered her chest. "Oh my…" "Thanks Daddy" unaware of her exposure, she settled back into the couch resuming the movie, and nestling in closer than before. The movie trailers began and Megan stirred to get up from the couch. My eyes were open but I could not recall anything more of the movie since viewing her body earlier. She stood and stretched, extending her hands to the ceiling and raising the hem of her robe revealing only the lower curve of bare buns. "Get a hold of yourself man. You've seen a lot more than that before. " I scolded myself, and she kissed my cheek and padded off to bed. That did it. I was now a man obsessed with a beautiful young woman. A woman in my house. My own daughter. I heard the toilet flush, and then the closing of her bedroom door. My mind took off replaying the events of the evening and imagined her, without the robe, naked in bed. Oh, what a sweet obsession. I closed up the house for the night, and went to my room. Flipping on the lights revealed the beckoning monitor on the desk across from my bed. Logging on and bringing up the web sight took only a moment. There she was, right in my own room, tempting me to know more about her lurid activities. Returning to the tool bar, I selected one, and then another after reading every detail. I had already viewed the photos earlier, but after the last tab, returned to the photo gallery. There within the window was another folder marked "xoxo". I opened it and just about fell off the chair. "Oh my…" as I viewed a dozen explicit photos of my daughter, fully nude and exposed in poses of orgasmic rapture. She was using her fingers in one, a dildo in another, giving head to a guy with his cum on her lips and in the last, a 69 embrace with another woman – Natalie! her roommate from college. Scooting back my chair, I slid my pants down around my ankles and began to stroke, no… furiously beat off my cock. In less than a minute, streams of cum were shooting onto my stomach. "So hot" I thought to myself. How does this escort thing work? I wondered. Sure, I've heard stories as every guy has, but really, how many guys actually do it? I never did before, and in the same thought wondered if I ever would. I mean, I love my wife. Would it mean that I didn't love her if I did see an escort? "This is moving way too fast." I said out loud, but still viewing the image on the monitor, and the results of my lust now dripping down my stomach. "Let's see if she responds, and what she says," I reasoned. "Again, there is no harm in looking and innocent flirting. Is there?" I asked myself, wondering how objective I might be at that very moment. The monitor beeped and darkened as it played the log off music and shut down. "Sleep will be slow tonight," as I stared off into nowhere and eventually succumbed to my fatigue. Wednesday morning's alarm was not a welcome sound. Rolling over into my pillow, I tried to snuff the obsessive vision seared into my memory. Megan was incredibly beautiful, but I knew that. She was also a smoldering siren, something I had not accepted or even considered until this week. Dragging myself from bed and to the shower there was hope that the steam would help clear my mind bring some level of solace to this suffering old man. Well… 43 isn't old, but compared to 20… "ahhhhh" as the hot water seeped into my scalp and soothing rivulets ran down my back. Grabbing a fresh pair of slacks and another polo shirt, I headed toward the kitchen , keenly aware of the aroma of fresh, STRONG, coffee brewing. Thank goodness for coffeemakers with timers. I pulled up a chair and opened by laptop at the kitchen counter. "Beep" sounded the chime announcing new mail as my inbox opened. Today's paper was already open next to my laptop, a daily routine, and I had scanned the first few headlines waiting for the inbox to download. I was such a creature of habit and so predictable to the two women in my life. Well, at least until this week, when my world seemed to be spinning out of control. After scanning through the last pages of the paper and stopping to take another sip of coffee, I folded it neatly and turned to the monitor to check messages: business, business, business…."Reply from: Beauty" stopped me in my tracks. "Dear Andrew:" my middle name used for the contact e-mail, " Hi sweetie. It was nice to hear from you. . I hope took a look at the website, and liked what you saw. And yes, to answer your question, I really do like older gentlemen. In fact I promise to be gentle and will treat you extra special… wink, wink. I'm available to get together later this week. Here is my number, so give me a call if you're up for some excitement. Xoxo-Beauy "Why not? This could get interesting, even if nothing happens," and hit the reply: "Hi Beauty: Good to hear from you too. And yes, I did see the website. You are lovely. I would be interested in seeing you this week if schedules permit. Are you busy Thursday evening? I would be pleased to book a room at the Riverpointe Hotel, say… about 8:PM if you're available. An e-mail reply would be fine. PS- remember your promise to treat me gentle. I have a few miles on me, but the motor still runs smooth. Regards: Andrew "SEND" Preoccupied in thought, I didn't hear Megan as she padded barefoot into the kitchen, "Hi Daddy." I looked up see her walking towards me. She was wearing a baby blue satin nightshirt, eyes half open, with her hair tousled just as before. Her skin was glowing tan after sunning the last few days, which offered a rich contract to the blue satin nightshirt and flaxen hair. "Mornin' Sunshine." came my reply. She offered a loose hug and nuzzled in sleepily against my chest and shoulder as I lowered the laptop monitor, hoping that she hadn't viewed or recognized the e-mail message. I enjoyed the casual embrace and thought back to simpler times, before I complicated love and lust. "But I really do love her." Megan slid away, grabbed a glass and opened the fridge to retrieve a pitcher full of orange juice. She poured a glass and drank it all, still standing there with the pitcher in hand, and then poured another before shuffling over to the empty stool beside me. Blinking away the sleepies in her eyes, she turned and smiled, knowing that I was amused by her morning routine. "Are you working at home all day today?" taking a sip of juice and waiting for my reply. "Well, most of the day. I need overnight a package, but should be back by 10:00. I was just about to leave, so I'm glad you got up first." Megan yawned, closed her eyes and stretched her arms, pulling the thin satin taut against her breasts revealing the full shape and curve, with nipples clearly evident. She held it for a moment, an eternity to me, and then sighed deeply, opening her eyes wide to prove too herself that she was now awake. "Oh, that felt so good, " she announced and asked "Do you mind if I check my e-mail while you're gone?" more as a courtesy than a question. Without waiting for a reply, "I'm going for a run, just so you know, in case I'm not here when you get back." "Oh, and hey, I'll fix dinner tonight. We'll have something good and actually sit at the table," she kidded as I was headed for the door. "Wonderful! I'll look forward to it and will be sure to drag myself from the office early to spend some time with you" accepting a peck on the cheek as she headed towards her room the change for the run. My mind wandered as I drove to the Fed-Ex store to package and ship materials to a client, returning within the hour to find the house empty as expected. Megan was out for a run as promised. The laptop was open and on, but at least this time she closed the e-mail. "Beep" came the notification that I had e-mail waiting. There it was, a message from Beauty: " Hi Andrew: Thanks for the reply sweetie. Tomorrow night at 8PM sounds great… Riverpointe Hotel… very nice, in fact the nicest in town. There is no need to call. Just send a text with the room number and I'll be there… if you're ready for me.. . purrrr. Get some rest tonight. You'll need it • Xoxo Beauty" "How am I going to handle this, and will I,… should I… really go there?" I wondered. I heard the door and then Megan's light footstep as she strolled into the kitchen. Her face was aglow with perspiration, and her shirt clung to her wet body, accentuating every curve. "Hi Daddy." She gasped, trying to catch her breath after a vigorous run, and wiping the sweat from her face with her shirt sleeve. She pulled off the shirt to reveal a skimpy sports bra, and then dabbed at the sweat on her chest with the shirt. I watched in wonderment as she grabbed a water bottle to down half the contents in a single swig and then pour the rest on her chest. It spilled onto the white sports bra, revealing the outline of her nipples. All I could do was sigh, and try not to stare, with no success. "Time for a shower" she announced, and headed down the hall, offering a reminder, "We're still on for tonight… fresh grilled salmon… 7 o'clock. " "Okay, sounds great. I'll be there. " I replied as I watched her gracefully move down the hall. It was difficult not to stare at her long legs reaching up to the silky running shorts. The mid-day sunlight silhouetted her slender frame when she reached the bathroom door, giving the illusion that she was unclothed. "Mmmm, I really wonder what she looks like, and what she does with it?" as she moved out of sight through the doorway. I heard the shower running and tried to salvage something of the business day. Returning to work was a task, and only a half-hearted effort at that for the remainder of the afternoon, but time waits for no man, and the work doesn't do itself. I managed to focus for a while and make some progress, until about 6 PM when I saw Megan headed my way with two tall glassed of ice tea. She was barefoot, wearing a long floral skirt and skimpy fuscia tank top with spaghetti straps, and lots of tan skin showing. She looked like one of those girls from the sun tan lotion commercials, or even better in my opinion. "Here you go sir. I believe it's quitting time." as she extended a glass of tea my direction. "Well, thank you ma'am," I offered, really not needing much encouragement to stop working. I mean really, what man in his right mind could resist such and offer? "What do you say we head to the patio and put our feet up, it's such a nice evening?" following Megan, kicked off my shoes, slipped on my sandals and padded towards the slider. A gentle breeze was blowing. Megan was already seated on a lounge, feet up, head back and savoring the ice cold tea. "That girl knows how to relax," I observed, and followed her example. Taking a sip of tea and leaning into the lounge, I felt the day start to drift away, sip by sip. Within moments we began idle chit-chat about this and that but nothing in particular.