The Beach ( 6 )


You were so frantic about the trip, finally you were going to get away and go somewhere warm. Sun and sand and beaches. pop sent you a plane slate and you were going to meet him on his business trip. He gave you money to buy a skimpy bikini for him and some clothes for the slip. You did a picayune shopping and you think Daddy would be really happy with your survival.

dada had a car pick you up and bring you to the airport. The flight was a niggling boring, but your excitement was building as the plane neared its destination. Finally you landed, it was early in the afternoon, the sun was shining and bright. daddy said there would be a car waiting for you. You got your bag, and there he was, a driver holding a foretoken reading `` babe ''.

You noticed how hot it was as you followed the device driver to your car, the palm trees and fair weather just made you smile. A thirty arcminute drive and some small public lecture later, and the car brought you to the hotel dad was staying at. It was a beautiful hotel holiday resort, with a princely lobby and beautiful surroundings. daddy had a room key waiting for you at the front desk. You picked it up from the young woman working at the desk, she gave you a bit of a face, you think she was covetous of you. Daddy had told you he would be in merging until later on that day. You were so excited, as you took the elevator up to your room.

Your key opened the door to a beautiful way. There were peak and a card on on a incline table. You dropped your luggage and register the card. `` Hi sister, pappa ca n't wait to see you. Why do n't you put on your bikini, walk down to the beach, have a couple of drinks, put it on the elbow room, and dada will come and assemble you when his encounter are over. -Daddy ''

You looked out the hotel window overlooking the ocean. You decided to shoot pop 's advice. You quickly pulled your bikini from your bag, tossed the bag into the closet. pa 's apparel were hanging in there already. You could n't help but run your hands along one of his jackets. You quickly put on your two-piece and looked at yourself in the full length mirror. You looked marvelous and felt so sexy in the piffling two-piece. Its a good thing you had shaved smooth this morning before you left, you could now just fountainhead straight to the beach and enjoy what remained of the afternoon sun.

Grabbing a hotel towel, your sunglasses, your room key and your cadre phone, and headed out to the beach. There was a petty tiki bar on the beach, but not many people, all the substantially, you thought. You ordered yourself an umbrella drink and gave the mixologist your room turn. You could see he had a hard meter not staring at all the aphrodisiacal cutis exposed by your bikini, you felt so good knowing how aphrodisiacal you looked for Daddy. The hotel provided sofa professorship to savor in, you picked one as far from everyone else as possible.

You lay back and felt the sun on your skin and sipped your drunkenness. The cheek of waiting for papa, the flight and everything began to slide away as the boozing went down. Soon after the drink was gone, you were relaxed, and shortly after, nodded off for a nap.

A light grazing on your cheek awakens you. You look up, pappa is squatting future to you, a big smile on his face, `` Hi Baby '', he leans in and gives you a kiss. His rim press to yours, they linger and insistence urgently into yours, your lips section and your tongues briefly meet. He pulls away, `` you look so aphrodisiac baby '', his eyes slowly work their way down your body, your struggle shivers along with his gaze. He pauses at your barely covered knocker, and then again at the thin musical composition of cloth covering your hammock. `` I love the bikini '', he says.

'' I 'm so glad you like it ! '' you smile back a answer.

dad, dips a finger into his beverage, then runs it gently across your sass, `` you are so luscious babe '', he says. you smile as his touch both tickle and excites you. He moves his digit and drifts it gently across your collarbone. Re-wetting his digit and repeating the same movement on your former shoulder. You ca n't help but shiver at his touch, but you also feel a pang of fervour centered on your twat. His hand drifts downcast down your coat of arms, you just lay back, a little moan escapes your sass. Daddy continues his visible light grazing touch along your early arm. Then his cool wet finger's breadth move across the gentle dandy of the top of your breast. He slowly moves along the inside dude, then the exterior swell, skirting the sharpness of the textile of your bikini top. You continue to groan quietly as his touch continues to excite you.



He pulls his hand a way and then fishes an ice cube from his deglutition. You look up at him, a bit discerning over his succeeding move. His hand without the ice block, reaches over and gently pulls your ripe bikini top to the side, exposing your rightfield nipple. You stare as he exposes you to the sun and the beach, you know there is nobody near by, but the public pic adds to your excitation. Slowly he moved the ice block toward the endanger nipple, it stiffens in prediction. Then the shock of the ice cube touching your distend nipple hits you. papa runs a assuage circle around your areola with the ice cube, your pussy starting to twitch and clench as he does this, your arms remain at your slope as you feel both discomfort and pleasure. He pushes aside the textile covering your other nipple, exposing both your breasts and repeats the motion with the ice cube. You moan and start to shiver and shake noticeably. you can feel your snatch begin to moisten.

Daddy pulls the ice away from your mammilla, leaving you to contemplate your office, laying on a waiting area chair on the beach, the sun shining on your pelt, both of your nipples exposed to the walkover that now blows sang-froid across your wet nipples, making them brook up proudly for dada 's gaze

`` I think your cunt is starting to overheat baby, do you desire pop to cool it down ? ``

What do you do ?

A. bend your genu and spread your pegleg, in anticipation of pop pushing the bikini behind to the side and bringing the cool ice to your hot little pussy ?

or

B. Clench your legs together and say `` Daddy, you better bring me up to our elbow room. ''
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