13 comments/ 60265 views/ 39 favorites Weekend with Dad Pt. 01 By: DaddysTastyTreat All characters in this work of fiction are over the age of 18. ***** It was a Friday morning. I must have slept through my alarm because I could hear my mom giving her farewell greeting to my dad before hearing the front door close. I looked at my alarm clock... it was blinking 12:00. "Great," I groaned, and rolled out of bed. I picked up a pair of obscenely short shorts and my tanktop, both of which I stripped off the night before, before climbing in bed, my nightly ritual. About a year before I had decided I enjoyed sleeping in the nude. I thought nothing of it. I enjoyed the feel of the cool sheets on my naked body. I rushed down the hallway into the kitchen, grabbing a coffee mug from the cupboard. I checked the clock on the stove. I had exactly 18 minutes to be in class, in my seat, otherwise I was tardy. I groaned again. My dad stood in the doorway of the refrigerator, looking at me from above his mug, sipping, his eyes crinkled in the way they do when he smiles. I felt something in me stir. To be completely honest, I loved the way my papa looked at me, the way his eyes roamed my body, the way his eyes said "I appreciate what I am seeing. I like it. It is mine." "Oh dad, I'm so late!!" I squealed as I pushed my body between him and the open fridge, making extra effort to rub my ass against the crotch of his pressed trousers. "I wonder why my alarm clock reset itself!! it's blinking "12 am" as if there were a power outage last night!" I finished garnering my coffee and finally filled the mug with steaming, hot caffeinated liquid. The milk and sugar to coffee ratio jus right, I took a sip and sighed. I perked up again when I felt my dad press himself into my back, his chest and crotch and everything in between pushing me into the counter. "You're going to be late, little girl," he murmured into my ear. I nearly melted. I loved when my dad called me his little girl. it made me smile every time I heard it. but right now, at this moment, it made me blush, from deep within, and I could feel his proximity, his crotch burning into my bottom. involuntarily, it seemed, my body pushed into him, molding into his every curve. "I know daddy, I know! But what can I do? At this rate I'll already be late, so I may as well get to school put together, with my wits about me. But I will get a move on once I finish my morning coffee." His face was pressed into mine now, and he turned his head slightly to give my temple a kiss. He spoke again, his lips caressing my skin as he did. "Why don't I give you a ride this morning, like old times. I don't have to leave for a while yet, so take a breath, honey." He kissed me again and gave my bottom a pat before picking up the morning paper and walking into his home office. The warmth spreading inside me was not from my morning coffee, but from this building urge, building need to release... something. Inspiration struck mid sip, and I set down my coffee and ran to my bedroom. I flung my clothes from my body and flopped down onto my bed, spread my legs and then got to touching, caressing, teasing myself. I tried to remember every detail of what just happened, how my daddy felt pressed into my back, that lovely pressure, that sweet feeling of being pinned into the counter. His crotch, how warm he felt, was there a stiffness? Before long, I was breathing heavily, my pussy was leaking, my clit was so hard I thought it would pop, and then... sweet release. two of my fingers were knuckle deep inside my sweet hole, my index finger of my other hand on the hood of my clit, and I felt my pussy quivering, throbbing, as if they were sucking on my fingertips. I thought I heard a creak, the floorboards outside my door giving way to weight of... what was that shadow underneath my door? Was my mind playing tricks on me? I jumped out of bed and wrapped my towel around me, opened the door and ran straight into my dad, who looked as surprised as I. "Oh!" He cried out as I stumbled into him. He straightened himself, and grabbed me, steadying me, his strong arms wrapped around me so that his palm was resting on my bum. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought I felt an added pressure in his fingertips, as if he were gripping my behind, grabbing, groping, copping a feel. Suddenly I was acutely aware of the lingering smell of my pussyjuice on my fingers. I looked up slowly into my daddy's smiling eyes, and opened my mouth to speak. Before I could he said, "I was just coming to tell you to get a move on it. You're already late, but I needn't be late as well... glad to see you're going to hop into the shower. Get a move on it girl!" and he released me, watching me stumble to the bathroom. I closed the door, and though I didn't hear the lock click, I dropped my towel and opened the glass door to the shower. I hopped in and turned the water to medium-hot. I am very efficient in the shower, and can manage to wash and condition my hair, clean my body, and brush my teeth in a matter of minutes. While rinsing my body, and washing my privates vigorously (I didn't want to go to school smelling like sexual arousal) I thought I saw a shadow from the corner of my eye, as if someone were watching me shower from the door way. I was tempted to swipe the fog off the glass door, but wanted to let him watch me. I hoped my daddy was peeping, watching my naked wet form, getting turned on by his own offspring. The thought made me want to flop down on my bed again, but I finished up my shower and shut off the water. The shadow was gone. Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed my towel and noticed the bathroom door was slightly ajar. I made no attempt to close it, after all, mom was at work and I *wanted* my daddy to see me. I toweled off and wrapped myself in the linen, setting out for my room. I could feel daddy's eyes on me as I walked past his office door, and hitched up my towel to flash a little bit of ass. I closed my bedroom door and walked to my closet, hanging my towel from my bedpost. I grabbed a pair of skimpy panties, the boy-cut kind that is almost like a thong, letting my asscheeks show, and put on a sturdy bra. I am not a fan of push up bras, and because I wore a 36C, didn't really feel the need to accentuate my breasts. I liked bras that held them in place, sturdy, stable, strong. Because I was so late, and because my dad was putting the pressure on me to hurry up (I could hear his footsteps approaching) I threw on a grey pleated skirt, a white tee shirt and grabbed a green cardigan. knee length white socks and black mary janes... "Great," I breathed as I looked at my reflection. "I look like I'm in house Slytherin." I opened the door and narrowly missed running into my dad again. "I'll be done in just a sec!" I hollered. Mousse in hair, hair brushed. boom, done. I looked up and saw my dad in the mirror as I applied a eyeliner to the tops of my eye lids. "Almost donnnne" I sang, applying mascara quickly. Nude lip gloss. Good to go. Before I could turn around, my dad pulled a green head band from behind his back, one that was sitting on my dresser, with my hair accessories. How sweet that he had picked it out. "I thought this might look nice with your outfit, honey." He said, his voice was coarse, almost gravelly. It was one of my favorite things about my dad, his serious, sexy, deep voice. "You look really..." His eyes lingered on me, slowly scoping me up and down and then up again, "cute today. It's almost a school girl look." I put the headband on and watched my curls adjust to accessory. It completed the look. "Dad! This is perfect! Thank you Daddy!" I turned and gave him a kiss to his cheek as I wrapped my arms around him. Well, I was aiming for his cheek, but he leaned down to kiss me as he returned my hug, and our lips met. My eyes widened with shock, as his did. We pulled apart quickly, fumbling our apologies. "Well... ahem... I guess, uhh, we should get going." My dad said, his arm was around my waist as he ushered me from the bathroom. I rushed from the house and dad locked up. He unlocked the car and I jumped in. Just then, my phone rang. I missed first period and my mom, undoubtedly got a call from the school about my absence. I looked at my phone, bingo, mom was calling me. "Hey mom!" I sang as I buckled myself into the car. "Hey little miss!" my mom sang back. I could hear the bustling of people in the background. I realized just then that my mom was in the airport, waiting for her plane to Chicago. I was saddened that I didn't get to say goodbye before she left for her business trip. "Care to tell me why the school secretary called to inform me of your absence from school?" She said, her voice still playful and bright. She knew if I were playing hookey I wouldn't answer my phone so eagerly. Before I could reply, my dad's voice boomed, "She woke up late, Sarah. I'm taking her to school now." My mom said "ahh," as if to say "mystery solved." "Well, you're doing so well in school, I'm sure you could miss one day. But, now that you're on your way, too late for that!" She laughed as I said "aww mannnn!" "I thought you'd already left this morning sweetie, otherwise I would have woken you up! I should have known when I saw your car in the driveway. Well, I'd better let you go. I'm lad I got to talk before I leave, though, I'm going to miss you, but I'll be home soon enough. I love you honey, tell your dad I send my love." We said our goodbyes, and then I heard the phone call drop. We were close to my school by the end of the phone call. "So, you'll pick me up later, dad? After school?" I questioned as he pulled into the VISITOR PARKING. I unbuckled and leaned in to kiss him goodbye. "Yeah, I'll be here at 3. You have a good day okay sweetie?" He received my kiss and pecked me back on my cheek. "Okay Pops!" I jumped out and twirled to wave goodbye, feeling my skirt twirl with me, hoping I was flashing some of my sexy cute panties, in fact, almost certain I had by the way my dad's eyes widened and his mouth up turn into a snarl of a smile. He winked and waved as I skipped to the office for my tardy slip. I was almost giddy, I couldn't wait until three o'clock, when I would have my dad to myself for the whole weekend... END PART ONE