Getting Sweaty With Daddy Part 2 - Sex Stories

Getting Sweaty With Daddy Part 2

... black strappy heels that added a touch of glamour to my outfit. I took one final look in the mirror and felt a rush of excitement as I imagined Sarah's reaction when she saw me.

As I left the house and made my way to the bar, my heart was pounding with anticipation. I felt self-conscious about my outfit since it was daring for the venue, but I was determined to turn Sarah on. I couldn't wait to see her and spend the evening getting to know her better.

As I entered the bar, my eyes quickly scanned the room, searching for Sarah. My heart started racing as I saw her at a booth near the back, looking absolutely stunning.

Sarah wore a sheer black top that left little to the imagination, with only the tiniest of bras covering her breasts. Her tight jeans practically looked painted on, emphasizing her long, runner legs. Her blonde hair was slicked back in a tight pony, and her makeup was expertly done, bringing attention to her piercing blue eyes.

I felt a jolt of desire course through me as I made my way over to her. "Hey," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "You look amazing."

Sarah smiled, her eyes flickering over my outfit. "You look pretty hot yourself," she said, her tone low and seductive.

As we settled into the booth, I couldn't help but steal glances at her, admiring her beauty and confidence. I could see why Dad found Sarah so alluring. It was almost uncanny how much we looked alike, with our similar builds and long blonde hair. She looked like the ...

... sister I never had. I imagined what it would be like to kiss her and explore her body. I wanted to make her my incestuous pussy eating younger sibling.

I knew I needed to take things slow and let the chemistry build between us naturally. If I was going to bring this woman into my relationship with Daddy, it required getting to know her.

We ordered drinks from the waitress, me an Old Fashioned, and Sarah a dirty martini. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks as I sat down across from her. The sexual tension between us was palpable, and I couldn't help but wonder where the night was headed.

"To a fun night and to new friends!" I cheered, raising my drink in the air.

"I'll drink to that!" Sarah replied while clinking my glass.

As I sipped my cocktail, I felt Sarah's eyes on me. I knew it was my idea to invite Sarah out for drinks, but somehow, I felt like she was the one on the prowl.

Sarah's deep blue eyes met mine as we both tried to look away.

"Your Dad mentioned that you moved back home. Your Dad's place is pretty wonderful. It must be nice to live there. How's it going?" Sarah wondered.

I tried hard not to laugh. The only reason Sarah had ever been to our apartment was to fuck my father, and now she was nonchalantly mentioning how nice a place we had.

I shot Sarah a wicked grin, "It is great living there. I love being closer to my Dad. I hear the two of you have grown pretty close," I coyly said.

Sarah shot back her drink, clearly unsure what to say ...