Ella's heart was pounding as she stuck her chest out and raised her arms for her last salute. She had chosen a difficult end skill for her tumbling routine and had just stuck her landing after a combination double/twisting somersault down the tumbling track at the gym she had been training at since she was a kid. Her friends and coach all clapped and hugged her as they gathered around saying their goodbyes.
Ella was off to Michigan for college. Her friends wouldn't stop telling her how envious they were of all that she had achieved by eighteen. Not only was she the Valedictorian at her school, but her prowess at gymnastics got her a full scholarship to Michigan.
And though Ella was thoroughly enjoying her summer there was also a certain sadness in her heart. Soon she would be off to college and a new life but that would mean being away from the closest person in her life - her Dad. He was so in love with her mom and since she passed away many years back, Ella had started looking after him, trying to fill the void in his life.
Before her last session with her gymnastics friends, she had gone for a morning session at the dance clinic. Dance was something she would lose herself in. She had been dancing since she was a kid, starting with ballet, and had now become quite good at contemporary jazz. All that activity had exhausted her that hot and sultry Texas summer afternoon but it was more than worth it.
She was supposed to go out for lunch with her friends that afternoon but decided instead to go home to just relax. She also planned to spend some precious time with her Dad while she had it and surprise him. They had a special bond. She was already upset that college would take her so far away from him.
As Ella entered her home, she gently dropped her gym bag by the door and shut it behind her quietly. She slowly removed her sneakers and socks and started to balance her petite frame on her toes, softly making her way across the hardwood floor toward her Dad's den. Gliding quietly across the hallway as a dancer would, she wanted to surprise her Dad by spending the day with him instead of her friends. Little things like that mattered so much to him and thinking about that brought an impish grin to her face.
She slowly approached the open door to his den. Her nimble body crouched as she tied her shoulder-length brunette hair in a neat pony, ready to spring in and surprise him by coming home early. She quietly peeked in to see where he was and stopped dead in her tracks as if struck by lightning.
There he was feverishly masturbating to two pictures of bikini-clad brunettes laid side-by-side on his computer screen. One picture was of her mom at the beach from back when and the other was Ella's own in a bikini from earlier in the summer.
The utter confusion, shock, anxiety, and excitement of that sight mingled with a myriad of emotions for Ella as she tried to comprehend what she was witnessing. She was overwhelmed by the sight, but she just could not get her eyes to move away. She straightened up from her crouching position in the doorway as her ears filled with the slapping sound made by her Dad's firm grip on his penis as he stroked it with increasing vigor.
His soft occasional moans gave her goosebumps and made her knees go weak. As she steadied herself, her feet made the floor creak.
"Shit," she thought as she looked down quickly at her bare feet on the hardwood.
As she looked back up, her eyes were facing her Dad's bloodshot eyes. He was too close to stop and Ella was too mesmerized to look away. He groaned loudly, still looking at her with his fist pumping his penis with even more purpose. Another loud moan and his cum came spurting out like an erupting geyser.
Ella snapped herself out of it and ran upstairs to her room. She quickly stripped herself out of her sweaty gym clothes and got into the shower. She tried to forget what she just saw in the fog of the warm water beating down on her body, but she just couldn't. There were just so many images and memories that kept flashing in front of her as she soaped across her very erect nipples and a very wet and tingling vagina.
Still weak in her legs, she stepped out of the shower and started applying moisturizer across her legs and arms. She felt tingles run across her body from head to toe as she started thinking about the times Dad had recently started helping her do that. She put her bathrobe on and armed with her hairbrush sat on the edge of her bed in front of her vanity. She looked at her reflection as she brushed her hair as her mind drifted away.
Ella is an attractive brunette. Though shy and easily flustered, she had embraced her young womanhood. Her 5'3'' petite gymnast frame, slender legs, lush long hair, and her mother's good looks had gotten her a fair share of compliments. However, no compliment ever mattered to her as much as when her Dad would look at her, caresses her soft cheeks with his hands, softly peck her lips, and tell her she was pretty.
As she matured into a young woman, she attracted her share of guys. Ella had even dated some of them. There were a lucky few who she even made out a little with. However, there was no one she could bring herself to go all the way with.
"Why haven't I?" she pondered as her thoughts also wandered to the many times she had peeked into the open bedroom downstairs, drawn by the muffled moans and groans to see her Dad make love to the occasional girlfriend he would bring home.
Could it be those memories and the desire to have what her mom and those girlfriends of his experienced that was holding her back? As she brushed her hair, she thought of all the past many weeks and how supportive and attentive her Dad had been. Since she graduated and turned eighteen her relationship with him had also evolved. She smiled as she thought of the divine massages Dad had started giving her after a grueling workout.
Her thoughts went to how amazing his touch would feel on her flesh and the goosebumps he would give her. Was there more to the many tickle fights they had started having at the end of these massages and the raspberries he would blow across her body? Did the recent cuddles on the sofas when she and Dad would watch a movie together and the caresses he would lavish her with mean more? Even now as a grown young lady she would sometimes playfully sit in his lap. Was the occasional bump she would feel sitting in his lap, be his penis yearning for her?
She knew she wouldn't get any answers just sitting there brushing her hair. She got up and walked down the stairs to his room. As she stood at the doorway of his bedroom, she saw her Dad sitting on the edge of his bed in a very pensive mood. Hearing her footsteps, he looked up and sheepishly smiled at her as Ella slowly walked up to him. They looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity.
She smiled at him trying to convey without words that she understood his loneliness. She then moved forward and cradled his head in her chest as his hands went around her under her bathrobe, hugging her. His hands softly caressed the backs of her thighs and Ella parted her legs a little so he could position himself closer as they stared intensely and deeply into each other's eyes.
She always had a crush on him and subconsciously used to always yearn to be close to him and now here they were. Her Dad pulled her towards him and made her sit on his knees as they touched their foreheads together and his hand gently undid the drawstring of her robe and started caressing up her thigh. At first, his hand gently rested on her thighs just above her knees, and then his fingers gently kneaded her bare flesh.
They stared into each other's eyes as the moments ticked away. They could feel the other's breath on their cheeks. His trembling hands slowly snaked up from her thighs to her arms and then to cradle her face as he planted a very sensual and lingering kiss on her lips. He wanted to say something and reluctantly broke the kiss to talk to her.
As he opened his mouth to speak Ella immediately placed a finger on his lips and moved her head gently from side to side - there was nothing to be said. Ella's body had tensed up as his hands traversed from her thighs to her face and she had melted when he kissed her. She felt so weak and would have surely collapsed in his arms if they were standing.
A smile started forming across her blushing face as her eyes welled up with joy knowing inside that the man she was looking for had always been right there with her. He placed his hand under her chin to tilt up her beautiful face. As he did Ella opened her lips and her arms went around his head as they exchanged that very precious kiss - that first intense kiss that lovers exchange when they acknowledge the desire they have for each other.
The fire burning inside the two of them finally came to the fore as they kissed with a passion so intense, it would have burnt anyone looking at them then. He gently scooped her up in his arms without breaking the kiss and laid her down in the middle of his bed - the same bed on which Ella had spied on him bringing his girlfriends to an orgasmic rapture so many times. Ella saw that same fire in his eyes once again.
He could not restrain himself any longer. He turned her around on the bed, grabbed her robe, and stripped it off her in one fell swoop. He promptly flung it to the side and stood dumbfounded reveling in a sight that had tortured him so much in his dreams recently - Ella's beautiful naked young body sprawled on his bed. She glowed as the late afternoon sun streamed through the partially open blinds and bounced off her body. Ella's eyes were wide open staring at him in excited, fearful anticipation. Her flowing thick locks framed her beautiful innocent face - just like a blushing bride on her first night.
He then quickly tore the clothes off himself, and Ella blushed - they were both naked. Yes, she had made out with a few guys and let herself be groped as they made out, but no one had ever seen her naked and she had never seen a man for real in his full glory either. Seeing his penis like that had a hypnotic effect on her. It was as beautiful as it was threatening.
Ella was blushing and going red all over and instinctively tried to cover her breasts and vagina with her hands. Her Dad finally just grabbed her hands and tied them over her head to the ornate metal headboard using the drawstring of her robe. The sight of her squirming dainty feet and the gentle jingling sound of the anklet he got her for her birthday was maddening for him. He started kissing and nibbling and licking her all over starting from her toes and slowly inching his way up her feet. His tongue and lips moved torturously slowly up her smooth legs and then up the slopes of her soft, toned thighs.
He gently pecked at her vagina as he heard her moans grow ever louder and then straight to her tummy marveling at her abs as her muscles contracted with every caress. He finally got to her small but proportionate heaving breasts. He was lustfully desperate as he tried to make his tongue, lips, and fingers become familiar with every inch of her body, deliberately exploring every nook and cranny while getting intoxicated by the scent of her freshly bathed nubile young body. Her breasts were so perfectly formed for him as he squeezed them, licking and sucking on her perky erect nipples and Ella's back arched up high in response.
