Stefanie’s Diary - Sex Stories

Stefanie’s Diary

... cooking!

I was so distracted by what I was doing, I was surprised to see that my dad was leaning on the other side of the counter on his elbows and watching me with his head resting in his hands.

“Oh! Hi,” I said as I placed one of the French toasts on the skillet to cook.

“Do you need any help, sweetie?”

“Oh, uh, thanks, but I’ve got it pretty well handled. Your show over?”

“Nah, but I’d much rather watch this. Do you have any idea how amazing you look right now?”

If my hands weren’t covered with splattered egg and if the skillet didn’t need to be tended to, I would have looped around the counter and thrown myself at that man right then!

“I’m an amazing cook?” I pretended not to hear him clearly over the sound of the food cooking.

“How amazing you look!” he said a little louder.

“They look amazing? I haven’t even flipped them over yet.”

“You look!”

“Where?” I said, glancing around my work area. “I can’t see what it is you’re talking about. You’ll have to come around over here where I can hear you better!”

He grinned and shook his head, chuckling, then stood up and circled around the counter and into the kitchen proper.

“Stefi, you—you look amazing. The French toast looks delicious.”

“I look amazing though? Why can’t I look delicious too?”

“Oh baby, you’re making my mouth water more than any food possibly could!”

“Oooh, I like the sound of that! I’ll take that over amazing, if you please.”

He then went around behind me as I ...

... faced the stove and placed his hands on my hips, which made me start to tingle.

He then bent down slightly and I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck as I felt a sweet, soft kiss on my neck.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” I said, cooing.

“You smell so good, baby, so fresh and so clean.”

“I’m this fresh and clean everywhere, I’ll have you know—shaved too.”

“Really now?”

“Oh, yes,” I said as I flipped over the French toast, “even my pussy is freshly shaved.”

“It is, huh? I guess I can’t tell from here.”

“I’m too busy right now to show you, but you can use your hand to check and see if you like.”

“Oh, should I? Should I use my hand to check and see if your pussy is shaved, Stefi?”

He placed another kiss on my neck and I could feel his breath even more. He must have been breathing even faster.

“Oh yes, daddy, that would be a really good idea! I’m not sure if I got every single hair shaved off just right and you could help me check for certain.”

“I’d be only too happy to help you check then, sweetie,” he said as he slowly moved his right hand around to the front of my stomach and then downwards towards my pussy.

I widened my stance slightly so it would be even easier for him to get his hand between my legs.

Once his slowly probing fingers reached the top of my pussy and traced lightly over my clit, it felt like lightning was shooting through my body as I began to quiver at his touch.

He slowly moved his hand down even further and it ...