Getting Sweaty With Daddy - Sex Stories

Getting Sweaty With Daddy

... nice, having a young hot blonde interested in you. I can't imagine you turned Sarah down," I said.

"Well, at first, I wasn't sure what to do, but she slowly wore down my guard, and the next thing I knew, she was back at my place. You probably don't want to know what happened after that," Dad laughed.

Despite his face being flushed from running, I could tell he was blushing, talking about sex with his daughter.

"Go, Dad! I bet she was all sorts of kinky," I said, trying to get him to continue talking.

"In ways I never thought I would be interested in. Sarah drives a hard bargain, though," he said, looking glassy-eyed.

The heat between my legs grew as I listened to my dad's story. I pulled to the side of the road, hoping that I might calm down by taking a drink and splashing some cool water on my face. Dad joined me by the water fountain.

He must have been thinking about their night together as I noticed his shorts fitting ever more tightly around his crotch. I had never taken notice of my dad's bulge, but it looked like he was sporting quite the package.

I scolded myself for thinking about my dad that way, but I felt completely out of control.

Dad and I soon finished our run and went home in separate directions. He returned to the Upper West Side, and I to the Upper East.

My roommate, Jenny, was out when I got home, so I felt emboldened to get undressed in our living room as soon as I walked in. My clothes clung to my body, practically fighting me, ...

... as I tried to take them off.

Walking past the full-length mirror in the hallway, I noticed how I looked. My body glistened. I ran my hands over my firm breasts. One of the benefits of youth was that despite my rather large breasts, they sat high on my chest. I was always really proud of my cleavage, and the sheen they now wore made them look fabulous.

My sweaty blonde hair gave me a disheveled and untamed look that screamed sex. I may have been running in the park, but my hair looked like I had just gone through a sex marathon.

I slowly ran my hands down to my pussy and found that I was soaking wet. I gingerly rubbed my clit before deciding to shower.

I sauntered into the bathroom, feeling sexy as hell. I needed to get off. I turned the shower on and let the steam fill the room. The hot water cascaded down my skin as I slipped into the shower. The water felt like a flowing massage constantly caressing me. I lowered my head under the stream of water and soon felt my untamed hair flatten against my head and shoulders.

I lathered soap into my tight body as I meticulously cleaned every inch of me. The feeling of my hands on my wet smooth skin sent shivers straight to my needy pussy. My hands crept ever closer to my pussy, as I moaned in excitement.

My fingers ran over the smooth folds of my pussy as I spread my labia. The wet stickiness of my pussy juices met my fingers, welcoming me. I slipped two fingers deep inside me as I softly teased my clit with my other ...