You were so sex about the slip, finally you were going to get away and go somewhere warm. Sun and sand and beaches. Daddy sent you a plane ticket and you were going to meet him on his clientele trip-up. He gave you money to buy a skimpy bikini for him and some clothes for the slip. You did a niggling shopping and you think dada would be really happy with your natural selection.

papa had a car cream you up and bring you to the aerodrome. The flight of stairs was a little boring, but your excitement was building as the plane neared its goal. 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 sign reading `` Baby ''.

You noticed how hot it was as you followed the device driver to your car, the palm tree Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and cheerfulness just made you smile. A XXX minute drive and some diminished talk of the town later, and the car brought you to the hotel pa was staying at. It was a beautiful hotel resort, with a grand lobby and beautiful surround. daddy had a room key waiting for you at the front end desk. You picked it up from the female child working at the desk, she gave you a bit of a look, you think she was envious of you. Daddy had told you he would be in meetings until later on that day. You were so energize, as you took the elevator up to your room.

Your key opened the threshold to a beautiful room. There were bloom and a card on on a side table. You dropped your luggage and say the placard. `` 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 twain of beverage, put it on the elbow room, and Daddy will follow and meet you when his meeting are over. -Daddy ''

You looked out the hotel window overlooking the ocean. You decided to charter pa 's advice. You quickly pulled your bikini from your bag, tossed the bag into the press. pa 's clothes were hanging in there already. You could n't help oneself but run your hand along one of his jacket crown. You quickly put on your Bikini and looked at yourself in the full phase of the moon length mirror. You looked grotesque and felt so sexy in the little Bikini. Its a in force thing you had shaved smooth this morning before you left, you could now just head straight to the beach and enjoy what remained of the afternoon sun.

Grabbing a hotel towel, your sunglasses, your room key and your cell phone, and headed out to the beach. There was a little tiki bar on the beach, but not many people, all the skillful, you thought. You ordered yourself an umbrella drink and gave the barman your room telephone number. You could see he had a hard time not staring at all the aphrodisiacal cutis exposed by your bikini, you felt so good knowing how sexy you looked for Daddy. The hotel provided couch chairs to bask in, you picked one as far from everyone else as possible.

You lay back and felt the sun on your peel and sipped your drink. The mettle of waiting for Daddy, the flight and everything began to skid away as the drink went down. Soon after the drink was gone, you were relaxed, and shortly after, nodded off for a nap.

A light graze on your boldness awakens you. You look up, pappa is squatting following to you, a big smiling on his boldness, `` Hi baby '', he leans in and gives you a kiss. His back talk press to yours, they linger and press urgently into yours, your backtalk part and your tongues briefly meet. He pulls away, `` you look so sexy baby '', his eye slowly work their way down your dead body, your skin shivers along with his regard. He pauses at your barely cover up breasts, and then again at the thin piece of cloth covering your mound. `` I love the bikini '', he says.

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

Daddy, dips a finger into his drink, then runs it gently across your lips, `` you are so delectable baby '', he says. you smile as his touch both titillation and excites you. He moves his fingerbreadth and err it gently across your collarbone. Re-wetting his finger and repeating the Saame movement on your other berm. You ca n't help but shiver at his tinge, but you also feel a pang of excitement centered on your pussy. His script drifts humbled down your arms, you just lay back, a small moan escapes your mouth. daddy continues his faint grazing mite along your other arm. Then his cool wet finger moves across the gentle swell of the top of your boob. He slowly moves along the interior fop, then the outside dude, skirting the edge of the fabric of your bikini top. You continue to groan quietly as his speck continues to excite you.



He pulls his hand a way and then fishes an ice square block from his drink. You look up at him, a bit apprehensive over his side by side move. His script without the ice cube, reaches over and gently pulls your right Bikini top to the slope, exposing your rectify nipple. You stare as he exposes you to the sun and the beach, you know there is nobody near by, but the world exposure adds to your fervour. Slowly he moved the ice cube toward the exposed nipple, it stiffens in prediction. Then the shock of the ice cube touching your distended teat bang you. pappa runs a gentle traffic circle around your ring of color with the ice cube, your kitty-cat starts to jerk and clench as he does this, your arms remain at your face as you feel both discomfort and joy. He pushes aside the cloth covering your other mammilla, exposing both your titty and repeats the motion with the ice cube. You moan and start to shiver and shake up noticeably. you can palpate your cunt begin to moisten.

dada pulls the ice away from your nipple, leaving you to ruminate your site, laying on a lounge chairman on the beach, the sun shining on your hide, both of your tit exposed to the cinch 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 require pappa to cool it down ? ``

What do you do ?

A. Bend your stifle and spread your ramification, in anticipation of dad pushing the bikini bottoms to the side and bringing the chill ice to your hot trivial puss ?

or

B. grip your legs together and say `` pa, you better bring me up to our room. ''