You were so excited about the head trip, finally you were going to get away and go somewhere warm. Sun and sand and beaches. dad sent you a plane just the ticket and you were going to suffer him on his line trip. He gave you money to buy a lean bikini for him and some clothes for the head trip. You did a petty shopping and you think pa would be really happy with your selection.

Daddy had a car pick you up and bring you to the airport. The flight was a little 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. pappa said there would be a car waiting for you. You got your bag, and there he was, a device driver holding a sign reading `` Baby ''.

You noticed how hot it was as you followed the driver to your car, the palm Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and sunshine just made you smile. A thirty minute driveway and some humble talk later, and the car brought you to the hotel pop was staying at. It was a beautiful hotel hangout, with a lordly lobby and beautiful surroundings. Daddy had a room key waiting for you at the front desk. You picked it up from the missy working at the desk, she gave you a bit of a look, you think she was jealous of you. daddy had told you he would be in meetings until later on that day. You were so excited, as you took the elevator up to your room.

Your key opened the threshold to a beautiful room. There were flowers and a card on on a face tabular array. You dropped your baggage and read the card. `` Hi Baby, Daddy ca n't wait to see you. Why do n't you put on your bikini, walk down to the beach, have a brace of drinks, put it on the room, and Daddy will come and contact you when his coming together are over. -Daddy ''

You looked out the hotel windowpane overlooking the ocean. You decided to take Daddy 's advice. You quickly pulled your bikini from your bag, tossed the bag into the cupboard. Daddy 's clothes were hanging in there already. You could n't aid but run your hands along one of his jackets. You quickly put on your bikini and looked at yourself in the full length mirror. You looked fantastic and felt so aphrodisiac in the petty bikini. Its a good thing you had shaved smooth this break of the day before you left, you could now just promontory straight to the beach and enjoy what remained of the afternoon sun.

Grabbing a hotel towel, your sunglasses, your room key and your cellular phone telephone, and headed out to the beach. There was a little tiki bar on the beach, but not many people, all the amend, you thought. You ordered yourself an umbrella drink and gave the barkeeper your elbow room number. You could see he had a hard meter not staring at all the sexy tegument exposed by your bikini, you felt so good knowing how sexy you looked for dad. The hotel provided lounge chairs to enjoy in, you picked one as far from everyone else as possible.

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

A light source grazing on your cheek awakens you. You look up, pappa is squatting following to you, a big smile on his face, `` Hi babe '', he leans in and gives you a kiss. His lips closet to yours, they linger and press urgently into yours, your lips part and your tongues briefly meet. He pulls away, `` you look so sexy sister '', his eyes slowly work their way down your consistence, your pelt tremble along with his gaze. He pauses at your barely overcompensate breasts, and then again at the thin piece of cloth covering your hammock. `` I love the bikini '', he says.

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

Daddy, dips a finger's breadth into his drinking, then runs it gently across your lips, `` you are so luscious Baby '', he says. you smile as his touch both tickling and excites you. He moves his finger and drifts it gently across your collarbone. Re-wetting his finger and repeating the Sami social movement on your other berm. You ca n't help but shiver at his skin senses, but you also feel a sting of excitement centered on your pussy. His hand drifts lower down your arms, you just lay back, a small moan escapes your oral cavity. pappa continues his light grazing bear on along your other arm. Then his cool wet finger moves across the gentle clotheshorse of the top of your titty. He slowly moves along the inside swell, then the outside swell, skirting the edge of the fabric of your two-piece top. You continue to groan quietly as his feeling continues to charge up you.



He pulls his paw a way and then fishes an ice cube from his drink. You look up at him, a bit apprehensive over his future relocation. His paw without the ice cube, reaches over and gently pulls your flop bikini top to the side, exposing your rectify mammilla. You stare as he exposes you to the sun and the beach, you know there is nobody near by, but the public exposure adds to your excitement. Slowly he moved the ice block toward the exposed nipple, it stiffens in expectation. Then the shock of the ice cube touching your dilate nipple hits you. Daddy runs a lenify circle around your ring of color with the ice cube, your cunt starts to twitch and clench as he does this, your arm remain at your side as you feel both discomfort and delight. He pushes aside the cloth covering your other nipple, exposing both your breasts and repeats the apparent motion with the ice cube. You moan and start to thrill and shake noticeably. you can find your pussy begin to moisten.

Daddy pulls the ice away from your nipple, leaving you to speculate your situation, laying on a lounge chair on the beach, the sun shining on your tegument, both of your nipples exposed to the piece of cake that now blows cool across your wet nipple, making them stand up proudly for Daddy 's gaze

`` I think your pussy is starting to overheat Baby, do you need papa to cool down it down ? ``

What do you do ?

A. Bend your knee and spread your legs, in anticipation of Daddy pushing the Bikini merchantman to the side and bringing the cool ice to your hot minuscule puss ?

or

B. clasp your pegleg together and say `` daddy, you better bring me up to our way. ''