"But Daddy?" I pleaded, looking up into his deep dark eyes.
"Yes darling?" he answered, patting my hair down.
"I'm still horny!" I protested, jumping onto my hands and knees. "I want your cock."
He shook his head as he smiled, "well you better get in that shower so I can fuck you against the wall.” He spanked my bum as I ran into the bathroom, “but you’re only getting a quickie, I’m hungry for food too!”
As I stood under the pouring water, Daddy joined me. He was rubbing his thick cock up and down, getting it ready to satisfy. I took over rubbing it, as he joined me under the warm water. Daddy held each of my breasts, his thumbs running over my nipples making them instantly hard. He kissed me hard as his cock was now ready. His hands slid to my hips, and he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, as he pushed his cock deep into me. Daddy pushed my back against the marble tiles, and slowly bounced me up and down on him. It didn’t take long, for his cock to rub my g-spot enough for me to cum. I screamed, my juices covering his cock, as his juices spurted into me too.
Daddy left me to wash my hair as he got ready for tonight. When I got out I washed my face, and did my make-up. I wanted it to be dramatic – after all it was the first night of our holiday. I knew what I was going to wear, it would make Daddy completely unable to resist me. After I finished rimming my eyes with eyeliner and mascara and applied the last coat of scarlet lipstick I strutted out naked to find my red thong and ¾ cup bra.
I walked around, pretending not to find what I was looking for, so as Daddy glanced up he could see my pussy as I bent right over. Out the corner of my eye I saw him smile at the view. “Oh I found it!” I said, acting surprised. I slowly put them on, letting Daddy watch me ‘without noticing’. I then reached for the scarlet dress that I was going to wear tonight. It was very short – barely going to cover my bum, and dived down into my cleavage. It was tight across my waist and I knew I would get looks in this.
Daddy’s mouth dropped open as I turned to him, “I’m ready!”
“Is…is that what you’re are wearing tonight?” He stuttered.
“Yes Daddy,” I smiled, “do you like it on me?” I asked, posing, already knowing the answer.
He nodded, unable to speak, moving towards me to touch me. “Yes baby I do, a lot.”
I completely ignored his reaction to my skimpy outfit, even though I was as horny as him. “Let’s go for dinner now Daddy.” I grabbed his hand, picked up my black clutch bag, slipping on my black high heels and pulled him out the door. I interlinked my arm in his, and I strutted alongside him. I wanted to be seen with my gorgeous Daddy. He did look amazing tonight – he had the same thought about wanting to look good in the first evening of our holiday. He was wearing a lightweight grey suit and a crisp white skirt.
As we walked over to the restaurant, about 7 minutes from our apartment, we had lots of looks. Men stared at me, on my Daddy’s arm, laughing and smiling. Women, envying me, eyed up Daddy, trying to get his attention, but all the time, he only had eyes for me.
We reached the grand restaurant, and got escorted to a table for two looking out across the beach, and where the sun had set.
Daddy ordered plenty of wine throughout the meal, to try and get me tipsy, because he was in the mood for fun. However, he didn’t know that I was too.
When our meal was brought to us, I couldn’t help but tease him. “Daddy, is your meat as wet as mine?” I asked, winking, talking in a very matter of fact tone.
“No darling,” he smiled, “not yet anyway.”
I also teased him by raising my toe to his crotch where I stroked his now semi-hard cock. I could see that he was finding it almost unbearable as I kept it going for a few minutes at a time.