Stefanie’s Diary - Sex Stories

Stefanie’s Diary

... thrilled that I must have made a noise or he just sensed my presence because he turned around and saw me frozen just a few feet behind him.

“Stefi! Oh, I mean, good morning!”

He was evidently more startled by my nudity than he was by my presence overall.

“Uh,” I smiled nervously not knowing how I should stand, move or what.

He smiled back and said, “I see that you were serious about your no clothes after a shower rule!”

I wasn’t quite sure how to respond other than a nervous, “Uh, heh, yeah.”

“Well, all I’m wearing is this-here robe. If you want me to wear more or less, just tell me!”

Bless that man! He was more concerned with what he had on, in comparison!

“Oh, daddy!”

I rushed the few more steps to reach him, with me standing behind the couch as I threw my arms around his shoulders and I squeezed tight.

He had to adjust so that I didn’t cause him to spill any of his orange juice.

“I love you so much, daddy,” I said as I kissed him on the cheek.

“I love you too, sweetie, so much more than words could ever express.”

“Maybe I could have you express it in other ways,” I said what I thought was to myself, but then he said, “Pardon?”

I took a quick breath and said, “Did you already have breakfast?”

“Uh, just this orange juice so far—you hungry, sweetie?”

“Oh, yes. Very much!”

“What are you hungry for?”

“For you, daddy” was what I wanted to say, but instead I said, “I know! I’ll make us some French toast!”

“That sounds ...

... wonderful, sweetie!”

I gave him another kiss on the cheek and I ran my hand down between the open parts of his robe to feel the hair on his chest.

I could already tell that his cock was much harder than when I first caught a glimpse of it merely moments before.

I excitedly bounced my way back to the kitchen and then turned to see him still watching me as he grinned from ear to ear.

I’d definitely made the right choices today so far!

I made a cute wave to him and he waved back as I went around the corner into the kitchen.

Part of the counter is open on the opposite side of the kitchen near the stove where you can see through to the living room.

If he moved to one end of the couch or into the recliner that was the furthest from the TV, my dad could also watch me topless at the stove making breakfast if he wanted to.

He wouldn’t have been able to see me from where he was sitting, and I’d have to peek around the corner to see him.

I’m not sure how I would have behaved if I had an audience, so I delighted myself all the same by gathering up the eggs and the cinnamon and the bread to make the French toast.

I wasn’t hot, I wasn’t cold, but I was hungry and horny.

While whipping up the egg mixture for the French toast, I splattered some on my boob, and I was amused once again by only needing a quick wipe from a paper towel to get it off, what otherwise would have been a noticeable stain on my blouse or shirt, had I been wearing one.

Score one for nude ...