Getting Sweaty With Daddy Part 2 - Sex Stories

Getting Sweaty With Daddy Part 2

... drew nearer, my nerves started to get the best of me. What if we read the signals wrong? Did she actually feel okay with incestuous relationships, or was it just a kink for her? All I knew about Sarah was from Dad's perspective. I hope he didn't read her wrong.

I tried to push those thoughts aside as I stepped into the shower, hoping the warm water would ease my nerves and calm my racing mind. But as I lathered the body wash over my skin, my mind drifted back to Sarah.

Sarah and I both had long, blonde hair and fit runner's bodies. In many ways, we looked like twins or at least long-lost sisters. Our bodies, and even our faces, were practically identical, so much so that it made it hard not to imagine it was her body I was molesting as I washed.

I stood under the shower's warm water as I let my mind wander, thinking about Sarah and where tonight could lead. I imagined her lips pulling me into her as we took turns sharing all the dirty things we did with Daddy. I pictured my Dad's hard cock slipping in and out of her bald pussy, as I sat on her face. The longer I stood there in the shower, the hornier I got.

The hot water ran over my body as I pulled at my taut, aching nipples. The thought of Sarah playing with them while I shared my deepest, dirtiest fantasies with her brought me close to the edge of orgasm. I needed this girl. I needed to make her part of the family.

I rinsed myself off and left the shower before I came. I wanted to be primed and ready when we ...

... met. I wanted Sarah to make me cum tonight, not my fingers.

I walked out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed and confident. I spent a few minutes in front of the mirror, admiring my reflection and ensuring everything looked just right. I fluffed my hair, ran my fingers through it, and added a touch of hairspray to keep it in place. I applied some light makeup, keeping it natural but emphasizing my eyes. I put on a bold red lipstick to bring Sarah's attention straight to my supple lips.

I slipped into my closet and started rummaging through my clothes, searching for the perfect outfit that would make me feel confident and sexy. I knew the bar we were going to was casual, but I wanted to make an impression on Sarah.

I flipped through hangers and sorted through piles of clothes. My mind was reeling, and I couldn't settle on what to wear. I tried on several outfits, but nothing seemed right. Everything either screamed slutty or not sexy enough for tonight. I wanted to impress Sarah, yet I still wanted to be subtle and not scare her off.

I finally spotted the perfect ensemble: a black tube top and a denim mini-skirt. As I slipped into my black tube top, I couldn't help but feel energized. The tight fabric hugged my curves in all the right places, accentuating my chest and showing off my toned arms. I paired it with a denim mini-skirt, which was short enough to show off my long legs but not too revealing.

I tried on a few different pairs of shoes, finally settling on ...