'You want me to come out like this?' she asked.
'God no!' he erupted.
'I'll be out in a few minutes,” she assured him. 'Enjoy your drink.”
He was muttering to himself as she eased the door closed. Taking a bottle of perfume, she dabbed some behind her ears and on the insides of her wrists. Then, with a shiver of excitement, she put a chilly drop between her breasts. A touch of lipstick and her make-up was finished. Then she slipped on the soft, lime green robe. It wasn't transparent, quite, but would show the shadow of her body if she stood in front of a light.
She arranged the neckline so the inner slopes of her breasts showed. Then she slipped on dainty green slippers that matched the gown. A deep breath made her chest rise and fall. The sight dispelled her lingering fears that he wouldn't be effected by her. She was confident that she could melt a statue.
'Hi, Daddy,' she said cheerily. He looked up from the newspaper. His eyes widened admiringly.
'Like it?' she asked. She turned quickly, made it flare out and reveal her graceful legs. It swept out behind her and nearly exposed her pussy.
'Beautiful,' he croaked. 'Where'd you get it?”
'It was on sale,' she assured him. 'It was a close-out. I bought it for my trousseau.”
'I thought trousseaus were saved for wedding nights,' he noted, his eyes burning into her.
'That's an awful long way off,' she answered.
'I hope not”
'Supper in just a few minutes,' she noted, sweeping into the kitchen. She could feel his eyes following her.
She had spent most of the afternoon fixing his favorite meal. After checking that it was nearly done, she went to check the dinner table. She had used the best china and the crystal goblets. There were fresh candles in the holders. After lighting them, she dimmed the lights. Then she got the chilled wine and put it beside his place.
Finally, she set out the food. 'Dinner's on the table,' she called.
He stopped in the doorway and his mouth pursed in a silent whistle. 'It's beautiful! you really went all-out. What's the occasion?”
'Oh, just a fun meal with my specialist man,' she answered. 'Come sit down before it gets cold. Could you open the wine?”
'Wine, too?' he asked, easing into his chair.
'And antipasto,' she noted, bending low, offering him a plate of olives and celery. She did it carefully and gave him a tantalizing view of her breasts.
'Thanks,' he said, fumbling for an olive.
As the dinner progressed, she kept the wine flowing, and the talk on an easy, soft level. It was pure heaven to have just the two of them for a change. Dinner with Patty tended to be a battle, rather than a pleasure.
As he finished the melon she had chosen for dessert, he cleared his throat. 'Since Patty and Gabby are out tonight, maybe it would be a good time for the two of us to have a talk.”
Micaela cocked her head alertly. 'Good idea. Why don't we go out in the living room?”
'Don't you want me to help you with the dishes?”
'Oh, pooh, they can wait. Until tomorrow if necessary. Let's not waste a nice quiet evening cleaning up the table. I'll get the sherry. You go on out and relax.' She paused for a moment. 'Don't use your chair. There's a split seam that needs mending.”
'I've been sitting there all evening,' he protested.
'I know it. I forgot to tell you. But it really does make it split more when you sit in it.”
'All right,' he grumbled.
When she came out of the kitchen with the sherry, he was stretched out on the couch. She bent over deliberately when she handed him his glass. She saw his eyes plunge into her neckline, explore the lush round- ness of her breasts.
'Move over a bit,' she said, pushing on his hip. She eased down carefully so the light spilled over her breasts. She crossed her legs so the negligee fell open and revealed her thigh.
'Cheers,' she said, raising her glass.
He granted, and raised his. 'That's nice perfume you're wearing.”
'Thank you,' she said softly. 'Now, what was it you wanted to talk with me about?”
He studied his sherry, rolled the rich amber liquid around in the glass. He cleared his throat awkwardly.
'What is it, Daddy? You know you can tell me anything,' she assured him softly, resting a hand on his strong thigh. Her heart was fluttering. She was sure he wanted to talk about sex, that he was trying to goad himself into discussing the facts of life.
'Daddy, I'm still a virgin,' she announced huskily. She slid her hand toward the lump of his cock. Very gently, barely tickling it, she eased her fingers over the hard mass. Her insides were solid horniness.
'Oh, Baby,' Mike moaned, putting his hand on hers. He meant to lift her fingers off his masculine staff, but ended up pressing her hand down more firmly.
'Kiss me, Daddy,' Micaela moaned, leaning forward. Her full, moist lips were parted slightly. Her eyes were closed.
His lips touched hers, and an electric spark jumped from him to her. She pressed her mouth against his. Her lips were soft and yielding, at first, then hungry and demanding. Her tongue flicked his lips, and she felt him shudder in response. Her breasts just barely touching his chest, she let her tongue retreat, let his attack.
Suddenly, he broke the kiss and turned his head aside. 'Oh, GOD, Baby,' he groaned.
She sat up, and her eyes fogged with tears of love. She felt incredibly soft and lush and sensuous. But there was also a searing core of diamond-bright tension deep in her gut.
'I'm a woman now, Daddy,' she said softly. 'I'm a woman, not a baby.' She took his hand and guided it to one of her full, mature breasts. She slipped his fingers inside the robe, felt his rough palm stroke her tender flesh, setting her eager tit aflame. She pressed his hand down hard on her bosom. Her whole chest was tight. Her breath burned her throat as she fought for air.
'Oh, Baby,' he moaned, trying to take his hand away.
'No!' she snapped, fighting her terror. She was terrified that it would happen, and terrified that it wouldn't. She didn't know which scared her more, that he would take her, or that he would reject her. 'Daddy, please! Please don't reject me!”
'But, Honey, I'm your father,' he said desperately.
'I know,' she whispered. 'What better man to give my first love to? I want you, Daddy, I need you. Please, Daddy. Love me.”
'Oh, Baby,' he moaned. She felt the tension go out of his hand, felt his fingers close firmly and tenderly on the lush globe of her breast. She knew she had won. Her pussy flared hot with excitement when she thought about what was to come.
Reaching out, she slid her fingers over the lump of his phallus. As he fondled her breasts, she unfastened his belt and his trousers, and exposed his underpants. There was a wet, sticky stain on the strained white material. Very delicately, she eased his cock through the fly, and wrapped her warm fingers around its hot, hard length. Impulsively, she bent down and gave the head of it a gentle kiss. His hot lubricant stung her lips. Then she cuddled the heavy shaft to her soft cheek. She felt an overwhelming wave of love for the battering ram that was soon to shred her hymen.
'Oh, Baby.”
Letting go of his prick, she eased the strap of her negligee down her arm, baring her breast. Then she went back to fondling his prick. Stroking it with her thumbs, she watched as thick clear drops emerged from the tip and slithered down over the purple head.
Without breaking his grip on her breast, and without releasing his thrusting hard-on, she stretched out beside him on the couch. With a shiver of fear, she realized it was going to happen right there in the brightly lighted living room.
She considered trying to get him into a bedroom, and discarded the idea. If she broke the contact now, either her fears or his inhibitions might intrude and destroy the mood. It had to be here, and now. The realization made her insides churn with terror, and her pussy weep with hunger.
