Sexual Awakening - Sex Stories

Sexual Awakening

... stood there through the exchange until the last one and then handed me my secondary present. It was a beautiful delicate necklace with a gold heart engraved with “Daddy’s little angel.”

I practically burst into tears and gave him the tightest, most passionate hug ever. I looked over my shoulder and who was staring back at him but his little admirer.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I said, releasing my clutch. “I love it.” I sat back at the table.

“Enjoy, ladies,” Dad said. “I’m going to sit at the end of the bar.” He had a perfect view of the table, and ordered a rum and ginger ale, his favorite, and secretly watched the goings on. I finished admiring my gifts and started around the table, giving all my girls a big hug.

Every time I bent over for another squeeze, I tried to let Dad see just how short this little dress was. From behind it raised up my thighs to just short of my bum, and, well, with my dark pantyhose contrasting the look, he had to think I looked hot.

The last on the table sitting nearest to me was Zoe, and when I bent over to give her the squeeze, I gave Dad that perfect view with my legs slightly apart, bending at the waist, and my dress pulling up. And if you can believe it, the old dude at the table behind us let out a gasp. LOL, Zoe got an extra long squeeze. I caught Dad’s gaze looking right at me and he just grinned. There you go, Dad, I thought. I’m way hotter than Zoe is.

We ordered dinner, had my cake, and sang my happy birthday song. Finally, ...

... it was time to go home. The seating arrangement stayed the same all the way home, with Zoe jumping in the seat beside Dad, but I sat on the right side in Dad’s mirror view. Zoe spent half her time squealing with our friends in the back, exposing way too much leg, and trying to tease Dad. Maybe it was one too many rums or the fact I was looking totally hot, but he ignored Zoe and couldn't keep his eyes off the mirror as he stared at my legs.

We stopped at a red light. With the street lamp shining down on my legs, I couldn't help but slightly slide my bum out and, with an ever so innocent look, let my dress slide up my hip and almost fully expose myself to Dad, and, boom, I got him. His jaw must have opened because Zoe gave a little giggle, thinking she was the object of his desires.

That little trollop was teasing my dad, but I got the looks. She was grinning from ear to ear, but I just looked into his eyes in the mirror and we smiled. That’s when Zoe text messaged Marni, “Mr. Mallory has a nearly full erection in his pants its got to be eight full inches and thick I think he’s totally into me”

Marni quickly showed it to me.

“Zoe, you little slut,” I barked. I didn’t know if I was furious or pleased because I knew it was me and not her who got that reaction.

Not soon enough, we dropped off my ladies one at a time. All thanked my dad and gave me my final birthday wishes. Finally, it was Zoe's turn, and she first climbed half off her seat and grabbed my dad around ...