Chapter 13: "Dinner"

By the time Nick had emerged from his cold shower, which had served to cool his flaming appetite to a manageable level, Sarah had dressed and was waiting for him on the veranda. At first he did not see her, and was filled with momentary guilt at the thought of her running off as a result of his actions. "Sarah! Sarah?" he called out as he walked through the room.

From behind the parted sliding door curtain, he heard a small voice. "I'm out here."

He sauntered through the room and ventured outdoors, the warmth of the early evening engulfing his body, countering the cool temperature of his skin. His hair was wet, combed back and he had shaved and changed into a pair of khakis and button down shirt. He haltered just outside the opening of the door as he spotted his daughter at the far end of the porch, her arms folded on the ledge, as she stood looking out at the ocean.

His breath caught.

Her thick, blonde hair had been pulled into a twist at the top of her head with a tortoiseshell comb. Soft wisps of hair that had come lose were blowing gently with the wind. She wore a simple bias cut, v-neck halter top black linen dress, stockings and heels. The pearls were at her neck, an iridescent glow radiating from the lustrous beads.

When she turned, he again inhaled sharply. Her frontal view was even more stunning than her profile. The dress was cut tastefully low, displaying her ample cleavage. The dress clung to her full hips sensually. She smiled a slow smile.

"Sarah.you look.absolutely.stunning," he managed to finally say.

She laughed and replied, "You don't look half bad yourself."

She walked over to him and straightened his collar, smoothing down his buttoned shirt front. "Passable," she said nodding with a furrowed brow, feigning seriousness.

He bowed slightly. "Thank you, madam." He looked at her, as if scrutinizing her. "You're missing something."

"What?" Sarah looked down; inspecting herself for anything she may have neglected to put on. When she looked back up, her face twisted in a questioning look, he was holding out a small gift box, wrapped in silver paper, topped with a large graceful bow.

"What's this?"

"Open it and you'll find out," he answered, laughing lightly.

"You've already given me too much," she implored. "Nonsense. I could never give you enough, Sarah. Plus, it's your birthday. I get an extra special reason to spoil you today." He held the box out, pushing it into her hands.

Sarah carefully opened the paper to find a smaller box, similar to the one her necklace had been in. She opened it up and threw her arms around her father's neck in excitement. "Thank you! They're beautiful. And they match the necklace!" she exclaimed.

Sarah ran into the room, and began to insert the pearl drop earrings, replacing them where her silver studs had been. She ran back out onto the veranda to show off her new earrings.

Nick was beaming; thrilled his daughter loved the gift he had chosen for her.

"They're perfect, Daddy!" she said breathlessly as she again wrapped her arms around his neck and showered his cheek with what felt like a thousand kisses.

Nick's heart was warm and filled with love for his only daughter. He hugged her tightly and tried to keep thoughts of how good her warm, curvy body felt against his own; how delicious her hair and neck smelled; how he could feel her soft, full breasts pressed against his chest and the small of her back through the thin linen of her dress where his arms held her. As he felt his cock begin to stir, he pulled away from her gently and held her at arm's length.

"You look beautiful, Sarah. I'm so pleased you like the earrings," he said. "Let's start heading to the restaurant. It's just down the street. It's a beautiful night, we can walk there."

Sarah nodded and said, "Let me fetch my purse."

He watched the curve of her ass and the feminine sway of her hips as she walked away. He shook his head for what must have been the twentieth time that day, and followed her into the room.

As they left the hotel, Sarah linked her arm through her father's and smiled up at him.

He smiled down at her, his heart beating hard in his chest. They walked in silence a few moments. Nick could feel the rise of the breasts lightly touching his arm as she inhaled the salty sharpness of the sea air.

"Mmmmm. I love the smell of the ocean," she said blissfully.

Nick cleared his throat. "Hungry?" he asked.

"Famished!" she exclaimed. He nodded slightly, unsure of what to say next. He couldn't remember the last time he felt such discomfort in the presence of his daughter. He usually had more to say to Carly, who wasn't exactly a connoisseur of conversation.

Entering the restaurant, Nick could see the heads of several men turn and stare at the beauty on his arm. He clasped his hand around Sarah's and pulled her closer, protectively, instinctually.

They were escorted to their seats, at a table in the back of the restaurant. The plush chairs were spaced at a 90 degree angle, providing an even cozier setting in the dimly lit room. Nick took the privilege of holding his daughter's chair out away from the maitre de. He touched the small of Sarah's back, motioning her to sit, his hand draping slightly, coming to rest on what he discovered was bare skin beneath her dress. He shivered.

Nick ordered a bottle of Riesling and smiled at his surprised daughter. "It's a special occasion."

She raised her eyebrows in sultry look that made his cock twitch. What the hell was he doing ordering a bottle of wine for him and his daughter?

"This is a lovely restaurant," Sarah commented, resting her hand lightly on Nick's forearm. She could feel the strength of his arm beneath the cotton of his shirt, and could not resist grazing her fingers across the length of his arm. Heat emanated from between her legs.

Nick nodded, thankful the heavy cotton tablecloth was long enough to cover his twitching. He turned his attention to the menu. "What will you order, love?"

Sarah pursed her lips, slightly chewing on her bottom lip thoughtfully. "The zucchini blossoms sound delicious to start with.and I think I will have the risotto alla primavera." She looked up from the menu. "And you?"

"Clams oreganata and the.veal francaise with the polenta gratin and mushroom bolognese," he said definitively as he closed the menu, placing it back on the table. Not knowing what to do with his hands, he reached to tear a piece of bread apart from the crusty loaf, dipping it in the rosemary and garlic infused oil.

Sarah placed her chin upon her hand, and gazed at her father adoringly.

Nick pointed to the bread basket. "Try some. The crust is sensational."

She lifted her chin expectantly at him. He tore a piece, dipped it in the nutty tasting olive oil and carefully brought it to his daughter's lips.

Sarah accepted his offering.

Nick watched as her lips enclosed around the bit of bread, her lips extending to softly touch his fingers, her velvet tongue brushing his skin, sending bullets of fire through him. He was momentarily transfixed by her mouth, and at first did not notice that her hand had come to rest on his upper thigh as she leaned forward during her taste.

A clearing of the throat brought back Nick's attention as he tried to cool down the waves of heat circulating within him.

Sarah smiled at the waiter and took pleasure in the flustered behavior that she created within her father as she listened to him order for the both of them, stopping often to clear his throat. His normally cool and collected manner had dissipated.

The hand on her father's leg moved so that she had his inner thigh clasped lightly within her hand, squeezing his muscle with tender, sensual movements. She smiled inwardly as she felt his quadriceps tighten and his opposite leg begin to shake nervously as he continued to place their order, his sentences halting.

As the waiter walked away, Nick drained his glass of wine in one swallow. He needed to calm his nerves. The sensations created by his daughter's hand on his thigh were intoxicating, nearly paralyzing. He recognized that the touch was intentional this time, but felt little ability to remove her hand. Nor, did he want to, he admitted reluctantly to himself.

Sarah sipped her wine, swirling the liquid slowly in her glass, savoring the delicate peach flavor which was neither too sweet nor too dry. "Delicious," she commented.

Nick nodded in agreement and topped off Sarah's glass, and then his own. He coughed. "I was thinking after dinner we could stop at the hotel bar. They have a jazz band playing tonight. "

Sarah's eyes lit up. "That would be so much fun!"

"What would you like to do tomorrow?"

"Could we go back to the park and go on the safari maybe?" she suggested. "And to the beach?" she added.

"Sure, that sounds like a good plan. Do you remember the time when you were little and an ostrich came right us, and started to peck at the bugs on the outside of the car? You practically jumped right into my lap! You wouldn't tear yourself away from me for the rest of the ride." Nick chuckled at the memory.

Sarah laughed along with her father, before saying, "I always felt safe in your arms." She squeezed his thigh, the side of her palm now against his balls. She imagined the weight of them in her palms and shivered.

"You're too old now to sit on my lap though," Nick pointed out, growing slightly serious.

"I don't think a woman is ever too old to sit on a man's lap," Sarah remarked, her words carefully chosen and said in a low voice as she leaned forward.

The innuendo was not lost on Nick and he glanced down to look at the sides of her breasts, exposed slightly, the cleavage deepened with her new position.

"Do you like the necklace on me, Daddy?" Sarah asked in a seductive tone, her father's attention on her breasts not unnoticed.

"They're beautiful."

"The necklace or my breasts?" Sarah removed the hand from her father's thigh, and slipped it under the string of pearls, sliding her hand under one of the straps of her dress, lifting it just enough so that her nipple was exposed for his view.

Nick felt a flush rise, burning his cheeks, his eyes growing glossy and watery from the prickly heat burning behind them. His eyes were glued to the pink, tightly puckered nipple on the end of a full breast, the flesh creamy and inviting.

"Well, um." His mouth had gone dry, and he licked his lips.

"Unless you have a pearl fetish, I'm going to guess you like the look of my breasts."

Nick felt the burn rise high on his cheeks. Prickles of cold sweat formed on his back and neck. He hooked two fingers inside his shirt collar, trying to loosen the grip he felt forming in his throat.

The waiter appeared, and settled a plate in front of each of them. Nick was grateful for the distraction.

Sarah however, saw this as another opportunity to seduce her father. She knew full well her father's pleasure of good food. When she was young, it was her mother who had provided him with delicacies to delight his senses, and it was she who after her mother's death, had taken over the role of cook, creating delicious dishes that had pleased her father.

They often cooked together, finding reprieve in the sound of a chopping knife against the cutting board, experimenting with spices until they gave just the right amount of flavor to a dish, and designing concoctions based on taste, texture and just their senses.

Sarah delicately picked up the zucchini blossom, and bit into it, savoring first the crispness, and then the soft silkiness of the ricotta, and the sharpness of the Parmigiano on her tongue. She offered the other half to her father, holding the blossom to his lips, carefully weighing it on her fingers as he took a bite. He murmured his appreciation as he closed his eyes, tasting the morsel.

Sarah dipped her finger into the remaining bite, the creamy interior reminding her of the day she watched her father's own cream spurt onto Carly's stomach. Her eyes lit with mischief as she lifted her covered finger to her father's mouth. "Do you taste a hint of nutmeg?"

Nick saw the gleam in his daughter's eyes and felt the familiar throbbing between his legs at the sight of her cream covered finger. He teetered on the edge of sucking her pretty finger, desire taking hold of his body.

Sarah left little room for him to waver.

She brought her offering closer to his mouth and then touched his bottom lip, tracing a line along its full curve with the finger of her other hand, as if saying, "Open up."

"Taste," she demanded quietly.

Nick obliged, and opened his mouth, accepting both her finger and the ricotta dollop she had on top of it. He closed his lips, stopping at the bottom tip of her pointer finger. But she slid her finger into his mouth deeper, slowly penetrating his warmth.

He felt delirious.

Sarah felt her nipples pucker and a throb begin between her thighs. She imagined the heat of his mouth suckling her breasts, her swollen clitoris. A shiver worked its way up her spine.

"Nutmeg?" she asked again. Her finger played with his tongue, circling the tip playfully.

He nodded. His head was spinning. Nick reached under the table and tried to tame the hardness with his hand. Seconds later it was covered with her hand and the memory of their ride through the haunted house briefly flashed through his mind, scattering any thoughts of reason he may have had left. He grew harder. He met her finger with his tongue and caressed the intruding digit before pursing his lips, and suckling it.

Sarah leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Both spicy and sweet mingled together."

She slowly removed her teasing finger from his mouth, watching it slip from his warmth, and then enclosed it within her own mouth as she slid it past her pink heart shaped lips. Nick's eyes grew wide. He watched her teeth glide against the sides of her finger as she slowly removed it from her mouth, her eyes glued to his own. Her hand came to rest on his own above his cock. She slipped her hand under his so that it was her hand pressed down on him and not his own.

"I've heard some people get high on a few tablespoons of nutmeg- a sort of drowsy euphoria. Me, I can think of other ways to feel elated," she commented nonchalantly. Her hand gripped his length, but she did nothing more than hold him, as she lifted her wine glass to her lips and drained it.

"Did you ever get high, Dad?" Her finger pointed to the bottle of wine and he filled her glass.

"Well, yes. In high school and college a few times. Pot."

"Anything else?"

"Coke a couple of times." He was having trouble concentrating, her random questioning as she stroked him throwing him off kilter. He was certain there was a wet spot on his pants.

"What was it like? I've heard it is better than sex. An orgasmic rush," she murmured. Her face was close, her body leaning so that he could see her nipple as the fabric covering it flexed.

He shrugged. "Some people say it is."

"Your clams are getting cold." She tossed her head towards the barely touched appetizer.

Nick picked up his fork as if on autopilot and attempted to eat some of his food. He was unable to taste anything, the memory of her juices on his tongue. He needed her. He wanted her. He knew there was no denying it anymore. What they were doing now, this flirting—what they had been doing all day was over the line, he knew. He wasn't sure if he could cross the next line, though. He knew he shouldn't. That much he knew.

He saw the waiter approach, and he grabbed Sarah's wrist.

She laughed and merely took his hand and placed it on her knee. When the waiter had cleared their plates, she said, "No one can see. We're tucked here in the back, our legs covered by the tablecloth. Besides, I'm sure the waiters have seen it all."

Her leg burned where his hand was and she ached to feel him touch her.

Steaming platters were carried to their table. Nick ordered another bottle of wine as he poured the last of the previous contents into their glasses. He was already starting to feel warm from the alcohol. But at least it blurred his conscience slightly.

Sarah dipped her fork into the risotto, and tasted the tender bite of the rice, the creamy consistency. The delicate crunch of the vegetables offset the texture well and she expressed her appreciation for the dish to the waiter as the next bottle of wine was served.

Nick lifted a bite of polenta on his fork and offered it to his daughter, who slid the smoothness onto her tongue. He gazed at her mouth lustily, hungry to kiss her. His hand started caressing her knee in small circles, seemingly not of his own volition. Moving his thumb higher onto her thigh, he continued the circular movement on her knee. He could feel her stocking, silky against his fingers and an image of what she would look like with her thighs spread flashed through his mind.

Sarah closed her eyes briefly, the sensation of her father's hand on her sending her mind reeling, the throbbing intensifying between her thighs. She parted her legs slightly, inviting him to go further.

Nick moved his hand merely an inch higher so it was now on the bottom of her thigh. The lace strip on her stocking met his fingers. They continued their slow caress, moving between silk and lace, silk and lace. He fed her another forkful of polenta, covering it with the Bolognese, and watched as a sautéed mushroom slid past her luscious lips.

In turn, she offered him a taste of the delicate risotto, her eyes shimmering with lust, glued to his mouth. Nick moved his hand higher. She reached out and softly grazed his bottom lip with her fingertip, wiping a touch of what lingered there. He caught her finger and drew it into his mouth, creating a vacuum as he slid his tongue onto her soft skin. Before releasing it, he lightly scraped her with his teeth. Her nipples puckered, sending prickles of goose bumps appearing on her tanned arms.

Lower, his palm moved, now caressing her inner thigh. He imagined their softness inviting his mouth to further explore her. His mind was ravished, consumed by his need of her.

"You haven't touched your veal," she said breathlessly.

He looked at his plate briefly and then back at her. He didn't want to tear his hand away from her leg even for the brief moment it would take to carefully cut a sliver of the tender meat.

She seemed to have read his mind and gently pushed his hand off her lap, fighting back her own urges.

Reluctantly, Nick returned to his dish and the two ate in silence for several long minutes, the tension so thick in the air, his knife could cut it. The second bottle of wine drained, although he wasn't sure when that happened. He had lost track of time.

"My napkin fell." She looked at him. He searched her face, hesitating a few seconds.

"I'll get it for you." Nick pulled his pants up at the knee an inch, loosening the fabric before getting on his knee. His face was eye level with her breasts.

Sarah looked around and seeing no interest directed at them, pulled her shoulders back, effectively pressing her breasts forward. He watched in awe as she brought her thumb and forefinger to her nipples and quickly pinched each one. The hard points were clearly visible through her dress and he felt his penis pulsate, his balls constrict almost painfully. Her hand dropped to his shoulder, as if urging him on.

Nick dropped lower, obeying her command, lifted the tablecloth and crawled under. It was dark, the light obscured by the heavy cloth surrounding him. When his eyes adjusted to the shift in light, he saw the shadow of her legs, the black heels she wore pointed outward, her thighs parted, the hem of her dress in her hands, lifted high on her thighs, exposing herself to him.

He gasped as his eyes fell on the opening she offered, her womanly scent coming at him in waves from the secret place hidden in the shadows. He saw the dark thatch of hair covering her pussy and was entranced.

Sarah's hands shook as she lifted the last swallow of the fragrant wine to her lips.

With a trembling mouth, Nick looked at the place between his daughter's legs. He wanted to go further, to taste her sweet nectar, to suckle on the place between the lips covered with dark curls. He was scared, fearful, fighting with the primal need inside of him. His hands slid to her upper thighs, his thumbs rubbing her skin, circling higher and higher, hesitating. This was the point of no return.

Just as he leaned forward, ready to slide his tongue between his daughter's waiting pussy, a deep voice boomed, causing him to stiffen and jerk, almost causing him to hit his head on the table.

"Sarah!"

Sarah straightened up, surprised. "Mr. Watson!"

The tall silver haired man approached the table with an extended hand. He clasped Sarah's hand within his own warmly. "It's lovely to see you, Sarah and what a surprise to find you here!"

Sarah nodded, flustered by the unexpected intrusion and by the handsome client of her father's who stood before her, his hand wrapped warmly around hers. Mr. Watson had been to their home numerous times for dinner over the years. She had always harbored a secret attraction to him, and she was positive his eyes had gleamed with desire on more than one occasion as she served him cocktails or fetched files for her father when they worked in the den.

Sam looked over the young girl in front of him, enchanted by her beauty. He had practically watched her grow up over the years working with her father. Admittedly he had flirted with her when her father was not around but was careful to go no further than cautiously watching her as she walked through the house in her short skirts, her muscular legs and full breasts enticing him. He wondered if she was of age yet.

"Please, call me Sam. Are you here with your father?" He looked around.

"Y-yes, Mr. Watson. Urm—Sam. He's uhm."

Nick quickly climbed out from under the table and straightened his clothing, his erection depleted from the surprise of the unexpected trespass. He exchanged a furtive glance with his daughter. "Sam! What a surprise to see you here. I uhm.dropped my napkin," he said, lifting up the bunched up square and tossed it on the table.

The two shook hands as Sarah admired the attractiveness of each man. Sam was taller than her father, who was broader in the shoulder than he. Her father's hair was still sandy colored, while Sam's had turned grey years before, belying his age. His jaw was chiseled giving his face more of a square appearance compared to her father's smooth, angular face. Sam's chin had a strong cleft, while her father's cheeks dimpled when he smiled.

"I'm here on some business. I have several meetings scheduled with a prospective company we are thinking about taking over."

"Ah! Glad to hear business is going well for you, Sam," Nick said.

Sarah, ever the gracious host invited him to join them for a drink.

Sam looked over the half eaten plates of food. "Are you sure I wouldn't be intruding?" he asked cautiously.

"You could never intrude," she responding with a genuine smile.

"What brings you here?" Sam queried as he settled himself into a chair opposite Nick.

"Sarah's 18th birthday," Nick responded.

"Ahh," Sam said as he looked Sarah's way. "Finally legal, eh?"

His eyes were the color of chocolate, warm and deep. When he met Sarah's eyes, she felt herself melting with the heat and intensity of his gaze. His comment did not go unnoticed and she lifted her eyebrow. He gave her a wink and motioned for the waiter. "Champagne. To celebrate."

"The boys are going to be knocking down the door for this one, Nick."

"They already are," Nick responded, cringing inwardly at the thought of his daughter with any of the boys who had been coming around the house the last year.

"I am not interested in boys," Sarah commented quietly. Now it was Sam's turn to raise his eyebrow.

The champagne was poured and Sam lifted his glass. "Well, then.to growing up. To turning 18. To beautiful brown eyed women." He winked again at Sarah and his hand brushed her own briefly. Sarah felt a thrill run through her.

She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be in bed with both of the two men in front of her as they talked shop for what seemed like hours. She was pulled out of her daydreams as she realized the conversation had shifted and they were discussing her education.

"Do you know what you plan to major in?" Sam queried.

"Pre-law."

"Ah, following in daddy's footsteps." He nodded approvingly and toasted Nick. "She's grown up to have both brains and beauty. Well done, Nick, well done."

Nick beamed at his daughter, and reached his hand out to stroke the top of her head and cheek. "I don't think I will ever see her as grown up."

Sarah smiled but felt annoyed at the gesture that made her feel like an insignificant child. She thought to herself, "Do you want to see how much of a woman I am?" She sat straighter in her chair, and leaned toward Sam, her hand lightly resting on his arm as she spoke to him.

"Dad and I were going to check the jazz club out in the hotel. Since your room is in the same place, and you don't have any plans for the evening, I would love it if you joined us." Her hand tightened briefly on his arm, her eyes looking steadily into his own.

Sam felt his pulse quicken with her touch, and heartily agreed. "I would love to. Would you mind, Nick?"

Nick swallowed his disappointment at not having the evening alone with his daughter but shook his head. "Of course not."

The bill paid, Sam held Sarah's chair for her and offered his arm. She gave her father a brief smile as if to say- "See me as a grown up now?" She took his arm.

"I can't remember the last time I had such a gorgeous woman on my arm," Sam said with a laugh, turning to look at Nick.

Nick laughed half heartedly, feelings of jealousy coursing through him. He knew he shouldn't be jealous. She wasn't exactly his girlfriend. It was better the nonsense ended anyway before it got too out of hand. Sam was the perfect distraction.

Ch. 14: The Jazz Club

Sarah was drunk. The wine and champagne had gone to her head. Her body reverberated with the sounds of the saxophone strumming through her, making her feel as if she was floating. Her foot tapped, and her eyes were closed as she listened to the sounds of the band play. Her body was aching to move, to dance, to be touched, to fuck. Every nerve ending was on fire. Sam and her father were busy talking, their heads bent together so they could hear one another over the loud music.

A hand tapped her shoulder. She opened her eyes and turned to find a dark haired man smiling at her. "Would you like to dance?"

She stood, and allowed herself to be led to the dance floor.

"Mike," the handsome stranger with emerald eyes said as he pulled her close and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Sarah," she said into his ear, her voice loud so he could hear her over the music.

They danced a few numbers together. Sarah lost herself in the sensuality of the music, the sexiness of the hard body holding onto her, the dizzying twirls and movements of his hips against hers, as he pressed himself into her. She caught Sam and her father's eyes several times and felt a sense of exhilaration knowing they were both watching her.

Nick felt himself going crazy inside and excused himself to get another round of drinks. At the bar, the woman sitting on the stool to his right smiled at him seductively. They started talking. After a while he took the seat next to her and bought her a drink. She was an attractive woman, although she was not the one he wanted tonight. He pushed the thought aside in his cloudy head and tried to focus on the woman in front of him, who he learned was named Anita.

Sarah noticed her father's attention diverted. Anger rose inside of her, causing her to dance more seductively.

Sam meanwhile leaned back in his chair and watched Sarah as she moved on the dance floor. He caught her eye and held it. Their gaze across the room did not waver as she ran her hands along the sides of breasts and down to her curvy hips. He gave a small laugh and shook his head at her flirtation, feeling the effects of his attraction stirring his cock.

As the song ended, Sarah thanked her partner for the dances and excused herself, making her way back to the table. "Hi," she said, almost shyly, yet with seductiveness in her voice.

"Hi, yourself.You looked great out there."

"Thanks.Dance with me," she stated simply.

He hesitated only a moment and then got up from the tall bar stool, and allowed her to lead him onto the floor. It was a slower paced song and he brought his arm around her to rest on her lower back, clasping and folding her hand into his other. She seemed to melt into him, her body young, firm and yet soft against him. He couldn't remember the last time he felt such curves or excitement course his veins. He couldn't hide this from her, he knew. She didn't seem to mind though and pressed herself against him closer, her face upturned, eyes gazing into his own. Desire, unmistakable, reflected his.

"Sarah." he started and then stopped. "God, you're beautiful." His hand drifted down to her buttocks, and casually caressed them. He felt her hand on his back move lower until she let it run along the curve of his firm ass. There was no mistaking her want.

"You're father would kill me."

"My father is caught up in his own desire," she said matter of fact, gesturing with her head toward the bar where her father had his hand resting between the woman's knees he was talking with. She had watched with disdain and jealousy the progression of her father's conversation with the dark haired beauty.

Her face had darkened with anger, thinly disguised as disgust. Sam caught it, but brushed it aside, attributing it to a child not wanting to see her parent with a lover. Not that he could blame her. When he started dating after his divorce, his two sons had been pissed with him, to say the least.

Sarah removed her hand from Sam's and ran it down along his hip and then inside his leg, up the length of his hardness. Her body thrummed with lust. She heard Sam gasp and felt his cock pulse as she grasped him in her hand.

"Sarah," he groaned. He leaned down and nuzzled her neck. "I've seen you grow into this beautiful woman from a child. And so help me God, but I want you."

She lifted her face and met his lips. They kissed, hungry for each other, years of flirting and fantasy coming to a head. She didn't care if her father saw her. Fuck him. She needed to get fucked and she wanted Sam ever since she could remember.

"Take me to your room," she whispered against his mouth. He nodded, and with a brief glance towards where Nick sat with his back to them, he saw his hand that was now clearly between the woman's legs, his mouth planted on hers.

Nick didn't know what the hell he was doing but he wanted to forget the feelings he had been having for his daughter, the lines he had crossed all day. Anita would be the perfect way to forget. A random fuck. Exactly what he needed. Plus he was drunk. Very drunk. He hadn't even realized how much time had passed. Or how much alcohol he had consumed.

Before the elevator doors even closed, Sam had Sarah pressed against the cool wall, his lips devouring her own as his hands worked their way up the length of her body. He murmured his approval at her curves. "So sexy."

Sarah's body was liquid fire, her pussy slick and hot between her legs. Sam's throbbing cock pressed against her stomach as he lifted her dress with one hand to find her bare bottom. He pulled on her ass cheek, squeezed its firmness while his other hand slipped inside her dress to find a tight, pert nipple and roll it in his hands. Their breathing was heavy, intense.

He lifted her up and carried her across the hall from the elevator to his door, never disengaging his lips from hers as he fumbled for the key card. Breathlessly, they fell inside the room and he had her against the wall once more, his hands cupping her bottom as he slowly rubbed his erection against her. He didn't notice the door did not fully close.

She was lifting his shirt, clawing at his back, desperate for him. His finger found her dripping pussy beneath her ass and he slid it back and forth, drenching himself in her wetness. She moaned and cried out his name. He felt so fucking good, she thought. Her pussy ached to be filled.

Feeling her slipperiness almost brought him to the edge and he knew he had to slow down or he would not last. The last time he felt such hungry lust was in his twenties. He slowly put her down and pulled back slightly. "I don't want to lose control too soon. You're enough to drive a man over the edge. I've thought about touching you for I don't know how long, Sarah. I want to enjoy it. Make it good for you."

He took her hand and led her onto the veranda, then returned to the room to pour them some drinks. When he returned she was leaning back seductively against the concrete wall, her arms extended on the ledge.

He put the drinks down and started kissing her arms, making his way up to her neck where he suckled and bit her sensitive skin, causing a rush of desire to take over Sarah's mind. His hand slipped inside her dress and found her nipple. She bit her lip as he pinched it. Sliding her halter top to the side his mouth took her pink puckered nip into his mouth, drawing on the long nipple as his hand found the other one. He teased her this way for a long time, causing her to writhe.

"Sam, I need you."

"You know I'm old enough to be your father," he said as he lowered her onto a chair, pushing her gently back. He lifted her dress, folding the hem at her waist, exposing her soft thatch of curls.

"I like older men, remember," she murmured. She felt the coolness of the night air on her hot pussy.

He nearly came when he saw her pussy exposed. She was wearing only black thigh highs and garter belt. Her pubic hair was trimmed, a thatch of curls nestled around her pink wet lips, the hair damp with her excitement. Kneeling down, he slid his fingers down her slit and spread apart her puffy lips to find the most swollen, beautiful clit he had ever seen. His tongue snaked out and lapped her, slow lazy draws against her slippery wetness. Her scent and taste deliciously filled his nostrils and mouth as he sucked her engorged clit.

" Lick me, yes.Eat me. Oh, fuck yes, Sam. That feels so fucking good." Her hips bucked wildly.

His tongue entered the cavern of her wet hole and fucked her slowly and deeply.

"Fuck me with your tongue, Sam. Urghhh, yes, oh yes," she cried out, writhing, thrusting her pussy against Sam's tongue and face. She felt herself nearing orgasm. Sam's tongue was deliciously knowledgeable.

"Cum in my mouth, Sarah. Drench me with your juices. Let daddy taste you."

This brought her over the edge, and she exploded, stars filling the darkness behind her closed eyes. She lay there, basking in the strength of her orgasm, trying to gather her wits so she could think clearly again.

He stood and kissed her. She could taste herself on his mouth.

"Taste how delicious you are?"

She nodded, dumbly, still in a state of high arousal. She reached for his belt buckle. Dropping his pants and boxers to the ground, Sarah found Sam's cock at full attention, no longer hidden behind his khakis.

Sarah fondled his balls, feeling the soft wiry curls against her palm.

Sam moaned and closed his eyes.

She licked the length of his hard shaft, running her tongue against the blue veins, pressing against them. Reaching the purple tip of his swollen cock, she swirled it, flat against his head, tasting the delicious saltiness of his dripping pre-cum. She ran the tip of her tongue over the slit of his cock, before popping the mushroom shaped head into her hot, eager mouth.

Sam groaned, pressed her head against him and lost his fingers in her thick hair, now loosely held up by her comb. He closed his eyes, lost in the pleasure she was giving him. Her mouth was velvet on his aching cock, warm, wet, so inviting. He couldn't recall the last time a blow job felt so fucking good.

Sarah's mouth bobbed up and down the length of Sam's cock as she fondled his balls, gently squeezing them. Her tongue played along his sweet spot, causing his cock to jerk hard in her mouth. She smiled and pulled her mouth away from him. "You like that?" she teased.

He growled his appreciation and opened his eyes to look down at her. The smile playing at her lips made him even more aroused. She was a fucking sex kitten. He tore the comb out of her hair, sending her thick blonde mane tumbling down past her shoulders, wrapped his fingers within it and pushed her mouth back on him.

"Play with your pretty pussy, Sarah. Show me how you like to touch yourself."

Sarah lowered her fingers to find her still dripping pussy and slid them along her lips, and over the whole of her vagina, wetting her clit, and pulled it between her fingers. She moaned into his dick, her mouth vibrating around him.

"That's it, baby. Rub that pussy. Mmmm.so good. So fucking good."

Chapter 15: "Good night"

This is what Nick saw as he entered the room.

After she gave him a blowjob in the elevator on the way up to her room, he had come to his senses and he realized he had forgotten Sarah. His baby. He would never forgive himself for this. Sure, he was drunk and got carried away with himself, but this was inexcusable. On her birthday, no less. He had apologized profusely to Anita, and fumbled his way back to the front desk, practically having to beg for Sam's room number when he did not find either Sam or Sarah in the jazz club, or back in his room.

The pair, lost in their pleasure, did not hear him enter.

Nick stopped dead in his tracks. His daughter's thighs were spread wide, her dress hoisted at her waist. He was mesmerized by the sight before him, her legs clad in black silk stockings, held up by a garter belt. Between her thighs he saw her fingers languidly rubbing that sweet pussy of hers. Her mound was thrust upward, proudly displaying a triangle of dirty blonde curls, carefully trimmed.

His eyes moved higher, as if in slow motion.

Her breasts exposed, each full globe topped with a dark pink, puckered nipple. In her mouth was a cock that she was furiously sucking. He grew erect watching her lips wrapped around.Sam's cock. Sam's.cock? Sam's cock!

Nick saw red. "That mother fucker!" he thought to himself. "I'll fucking kill that son of a bitch. How could he take advantage of my daughter like that? I trusted him."

Just as he was ready to burst out onto the veranda, Sarah pulled Sam's cock out of her mouth and cried, "I'm gonna cum, Sam. Cum with me!" She pumped his shaft vigorously and Sam leaned sideways and slipped two fingers deep inside Sarah's wetness, finger fucking her with short, fast strokes.

Their moans filled the room as Nick was mixed with both jealousy and desire. Clearly, Sarah was a willing partner in the escapade. Nick watched with awe as Sam buried his fingers into the hilt of Sarah's pussy as her hips met her lover's fingers, Sam grunting, calling out her name as his cock sputtered and shot hot cum deep in Sarah's throat.

Nick saw a dribble of thick cream slid down Sarah's chin. With a mixture of fascination at the erotic scene in front of him, and disgust at himself for watching his daughter in the throes of ecstasy, he watched as his long time friend, Sam bent down to meet Sarah's lips, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth in a passionate kiss that made even him catch his breath. His eyes grew wide as he saw his daughter's cum covered tongue play with Sam's, the thick cream transferring between their mouths.

Nick turned away. The moment seemed private suddenly, and he felt intrusive watching Sam gaze adoringly into Sarah's eyes as he stroked her face. Nick backed out of the room quietly.

He walked down the hall, collecting his thoughts, calming himself; trying to make the transition in his mind of the little girl she was no longer, the woman she had become. The woman he wanted, and could have had.

She would have given herself willingly to him but he kept pulling back each time. Yes, it was the right thing to do, but at that moment he realized what a fool he had been. That could have been him, and not Sam.

He couldn't blame her for having needs, for being attracted to a man like Sam. He couldn't fault Sam for being attracted to her. Hell, he knew he was. And certainly, it was no one's fault but his own that he had left her alone in the jazz club while he was getting sucked off by a stranger. He couldn't help though but feel some anger at Sarah. She had acted one way with him and had done just that thing with Sam.

He punched Sam's cell number dejectedly into his own cell and waited as Sam picked up on the fifth ring.

"Hello?" asked a breathless Sam.

Nick winced and cleared his throat. "Hi, Sam. It's Nick. Nick Taylor."

"Oh hey, Nick. I was wondering what happened to you." Sam was searching for what to say. Guilt washed over him as he heard the voice of his old friend on the other end. He motioned for Sarah and mouthed, "It's your Dad."

Sarah's eyes widened and she began to straighten her dress, standing with wobbly legs from the chair she had just had two orgasms in. "Two amazing orgasms," she thought to herself.

Sarah heard him say, "Yeah, yeah. She's right here. We were just out on the veranda having a drink. Do you want to talk to her?" Sam motioned for Sarah and handed her the phone after inviting Nick up to his room.

Sam walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water onto his face, as he listened to Sarah's end of the conversation.

"Sam's been great. We've just been up here talking. You seemed pretty busy."

He looked into his face and shook his head, disgusted with himself for lying to his friend. He wasn't sorry for what happened. It wasn't that. He wouldn't take back one second of his time with Sarah. He had wanted her for so long, and it was clear she had felt the same. A twinge of regret that they weren't able to go further crossed his mind. He sighed as he pulled his shirt back over his head and buckled his belt.

Sarah hung up the phone and walked into the bathroom. Sam looked at her, his eyes softening. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Are you sorry?" he asked her.

"Only that I didn't get to feel you inside of me," she said softly.

He squeezed her, pulling her tighter and bent to kiss her. It was a tender kiss and he had the thought that it would be easy to fall in love with a girl like her. Intelligent, funny, beautiful, witty, sexy, seductive. Not to mention an incredible kisser, a killer at blow jobs. And she had the sweetest pussy he had ever tasted.

The knock on the door ended their kiss abruptly. He realized he hadn't even asked if he could see her again as she walked out of the bathroom and opened the door to let her father in. He watched as she threw her arms around Nick's neck and planted a kiss on his cheek. He thought he saw Nick turn his cheek slightly away, his body rigid. He brushed the thought aside, deciding it was his imagination. Nick couldn't have known what they did.

"Hey, Nick," Sam said, trying to sound far from the sheepish way he was feeling.

"Hey," Nick said, giving Sam a friendly slap on the back. He was trying to keep his cool and remember where the faults of the situation really lie.

"You want a drink?" Sam offered.

"Nah, I think I have had enough for tonight. Actually, I just want to go to bed. We have a big day planned tomorrow."

Sarah glanced between the two men, feeling caught in two worlds. What was she doing? She wanted Nick but she also wanted Sam, and it didn't seem like whatever it was her father and she had been doing was going to go any further. "I'll grab my purse."

Sarah looked around for her purse, and not finding it, tried to remember what happened to it. She must have left it in the jazz club. She would look for it tomorrow. She didn't think tonight would be good to tell her father she had left in such a hurry to get back to Sam's room that she left her purse at the table.

As they left the room, Sarah and Sam's fingers brushed against each other, lingering, sliding across the lengths of their fingers before she turned briefly and met his eyes. "Good night," she whispered.

He closed the door and nearly fell against it. "Good night," he said softly, to no one in particular.

Chapter 16: "The Storm"

The ride up the elevator was quiet. Sarah noticed her father was avoiding eye contact with her. He seemed troubled, angry, guilty, and although still somewhat drunk, it was as if a sobering reality had hit him. She remained quiet, unsure what she should do or say, and confused as to why he would be angry with her.

Sarah sat on a chair on the veranda, mulling over the night's events as Nick cleaned himself up in the bathroom and slipped into bed, turning the TV on. She called to him, asking if he wanted to join her. "I think it's going to storm. Dark clouds are floating in."

"Yeah, the weather forecasted a possible electric storm tonight.I think I am just going to watch some TV before falling asleep. I'm pretty tired.It's been a long day."

His tone was sad.with a hint of coldness it seemed. Sarah sighed and walked back into the room, heading for the bathroom. "I guess I'll get ready for bed, too."

When she returned, Nick briefly looked up, then quickly away. She stood still, deflated. Walked casually to the sliding doors and stood, looking out for a long while.

Nick had noticed her when she walked in wearing a pink baby doll with beige lace lining both the straps and hem of the skirt. In his brief glance he noted how it showed off her sculpted thighs perfectly. A tiny satin string tied into a bow was nestled between the pleated fabric covering her breasts. He felt his pulse quicken when he saw her, but was determined to not go down that route again. He pretended to ignore her, still angry, defeated.yet turned on.

With a sigh, he turned the TV off, unable to concentrate on the screen. He clicked off the light switch next to his bed, punched down his pillow and flopped down. Sarah was in his direct view. He didn't even know she owned something like that. When had she bought it? Was this the first time she wore it?

The memory of her splayed legs, her fingers pressed inside herself as she sucked on Sam's cock entered his mind. Her mouth had looked so beautiful gripped around the base of his cock. He had never seen anything so enticing before. He wanted it to be his cock in that mouth. His hands reached to his stiff member between his legs and pulled it out of his boxers, stroking it as he watched the curve of her ass, the shape of her thigh.

A breeze blew and lifted her covering slightly, revealing a pair of tiny panties. Her ass filled them perfectly and he longed to rub his cock against it.

She turned suddenly and he froze, shut his eyes, feigning sleep. Thunder rolled in the distance.

Sarah slipped into her bed quietly clicking off the last light. Why did her dad seem so angry with her? Why was he practically ignoring her? She stared up at the ceiling.

She found herself still hungry, wanting to be filled. She wondered if she could slip into Sam's room without her father knowing once he fell asleep. She wondered if her father would touch her if she crawled into bed with him. She recalled the feel of his cock through his pants under the table in the restaurant. How her knee felt on fire as his hand caressed her. How she showed him her nipples and his eyes went wide.

Her hands went to her pussy. She stroked herself lightly through her panties, feeling the fabric grow damp. Sliding a finger deeper in, she pushed the material in between her lips until she could feel her clit.

Thunder growled in the sky, threateningly close. Lightening flashed, filling the room with its electric blue light. Familiar childhood fear ran through her and she felt suddenly alone. "Dad?" she whispered.

Nothing.

"Dad?"

Still nothing.

She crawled out of bed, crept across the room and went to him.

Nick felt the covers lifted slightly, her weight on the bed before she called his name again.

"Are you awake?"

He mumbled, pretending to be asleep, but wide awake, conscious of her presence.

"I'm scared."

He reached out to stroke her cheek, a feeling of love overcoming his anger. She was still his baby, after all.

A large clap of thunder came from overhead. Sarah huddled closer to him.

"Dad? Why are you angry with me?"

He sighed, moving the covers a bit off his shoulders. "I'm not angry with you."

"I can tell when you are angry. Just tell me. Why?"

A long silence fell between them. Nick wrestled with the truth.

"I saw you," he said simply.

She lay still, trying to understand.

"With Sam."

A heavy moment of realization passed over Sarah.

"How?" she said, barely breathing.

"The door was unlocked. Before I called. I saw. You. Him. I walked out. I called from the hallway," his sentences staccato utterances.

"How much did you see?"

"Enough."

She reached; touched his chest and he flinched. He was scared to be close to her she realized. To be touched by her.

"You're angry I was with him. Kissing him."

He didn't respond. She pressed. "Touching him. Being intimate with him."

He said nothing for a long while.

"Would you have gone further if I hadn't called?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"Are you asking if I would have fucked him?" She felt his body tense beneath her hand.

"Sarah!"

"Would you have wanted to watch me fuck him?" she asked.

He didn't say anything.

She touched his stomach. His muscles were tight. Her hand moved lower. His hardness, already out of his boxers, met her hands, telling her for certainty what she needed to know.

"I think you're angry I had his cock in my mouth and not yours," she said pointedly.

His cock jerked, belying his verbal silence.

"Did you want it to be you?"

Her hand gripped him. Her strokes were slow, deliberate.

"You're angry because it was Sam's cock and not yours. You're angry because you left me there in the club to be with.that woman. And Sam was the one who took the opportunity to be with me. You're angry because I enjoyed it.because I wanted him."

Her words came at him, stinging him, salt on open wounds.

Sarah's thumb found the wetness on the tip of his cock. She smeared it around the bulbous head.

He gasped.

Lightening flashed; illuminating her beautiful face hovered above his head. He felt the breath come out of her mouth in warm, sweet puffs.

"Did you like watching his fingers inside of me? You must have seen me spread out in his chair, my pussy being fucked by his fingers. Did you see me playing with my clit? Did you see him cum in my mouth?"

Nick groaned, the images flashing through his mind, his daughter's hand on his cock driving him insane.

"I came twice with him."

He closed his eyes.

"Yes."

Nick opened his eyes. "Yes, what?" He was confused. Too much was happening at once.

"Yes. I would have fucked him."

Nick nodded, unsure what he felt.

"What about the woman at the bar? Did you fuck her?"

"Anita? No."

"What did you do?"

"Sarah, please." Nick tried to push her off of him. He didn't want to face the reality of what he had done, much less tell her about it.

She didn't relent but did remove her hand from him. "Tell me. I told you."

"You didn't have to tell me. I saw," he retorted.

"I told you what I would have done. I answered your question," she pointed out.

"Fine," he snapped. "I kissed her. I touched her. I let her get me off."

"How?"

"How, what?"

"How did she get you off?"

"With her mouth."

"Where?" Sarah was turned on, imagining her father with this woman, images of him with Carly as she masturbated while watching and listening flashed through her mind.

"In the elevator."

"Were you going to fuck her?"

"Yes."

"Why did you stop?"

"Because I thought of you," he said quietly.

A long silence ensued.

"Touch me," she said, almost whispering.

She moved closer to him, their faces inches away. She stroked his stomach, his arms, and his hips. She heard him swallow when her feathery touches again found his penis.

"Touch me like I'm touching you."

Sarah reached out, found his hand and brought it to her lips. She softly kissed it and then moved his palm over her breasts so he could feel the tightness of her nipples through her nightie. Lower, she led him over her taut stomach and finally to rest on her panty clad mound, where she finally took away her own hand.

"I want you to touch me. I want this," she said. "I want you."

Nick was overcome with lust. His fingers reached out, tentatively exploring her nether lips through her panties. He moaned, his head finding her neck. "Sarah," he breathed into her skin.

Her hand found his balls, and fondled them, feeling the heaviness of their weight. She sighed, "Mmmmm."

His fingers caressed her pubic mound, feeling the hairs pressed beneath her underwear. She was wet.

"Tell me you want me, Daddy. Tell me, please," she begged.

His fingers pressed into her, finding her darkness with his fingers. He groaned. He moved the panties to the side and found himself sliding into the wetness of her slit. When he found the swollen bud of her desire, he lost all control. He became a man with a need.

"I want you, Sarah. God help me, I want you." He rolled her onto her back, crushing her with his weight, her nipples poking into his chest hair.

He found her mouth.

The hunger he had tried to restrain broke free and he found it matched with his daughter's own need.

Their tongues danced. It was the sweetest kiss he had ever had. Her mouth seemed made for his. He sucked her tongue, pulling it between his lips, until she moaned and was writhing beneath him.

Propping himself up on his elbow, he found her breasts, his tongue licking them through her top until he lifted the baby doll over her head, nearly ripping it in his urgency.

Sarah's eyes rolled back, heat emanating throughout her body, her father's mouth searing the flesh of her breasts. He bit her nipple, pinching the other before soothing it with his tongue, suckling it between his lips.

She cried out his name.

His lips moved over her stomach, his tongue dipping into her bellybutton and then over her tummy. Her back arched.

She felt wild with need.

With no hesitation remaining, Nick slipped his daughter's panties off, sliding them down her leg, kissing her thigh.her ankle as he removed them. He pushed her legs apart, and spread her wet lips with his fingers, marveling in the scent coming at him in waves.

Sarah's hands pushed his head down, her need primal and urgent. A scream came from her as she felt his mouth on her swollen clit. Her hips bucked. She fucked his face as he lapped her pussy, fingers finding their way into her velvet depths.

"Fuck, yes! Eat me. Eat my pussy, Daddy!"

He met her demand with wild vigor. Her juices smeared onto his face. He had never tasted such a sweet pussy. His cock was ready to burst and he knew he couldn't wait much longer this first time. They had waited long enough already.

Moving up her body, he took his cock in his hands and rubbed it along her slit, coating it with the slickness of her cunt.

"You want my cock, Sarah?" he teased her.

"Yes! Fuck, yes!"

"Where do you want it?" He was now the one in control.

"Inside me!" she begged.

"Tell me where you want it, Sarah."

"I want your cock in my pussy. Please!"

"What do you want my cock to do in your pussy, Sarah?"

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck my wet cunt with your hard cock. I want you to cum deep inside my pussy. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my pussy with your cock!" She was beside herself with lust.

With that, he grabbed his shaft and drove it into her, deep. She screamed.

He growled. Her pussy was tight. Her walls enclosed his cock, soft, warmth surrounding him.

He found her mouth and they kissed and quickly found a rhythm, their hips moving together and apart, his cock gliding into her wetness, her juices coating him.

"You feel so fucking good, Sarah. So fucking tight. Wet. Hot."

"Harder, Daddy. Fuck me harder. Deeper." Her nails clawed his back, his butt, pushing him as deep into her as she could.

Her hips lifted, her legs came around his back. He could feel his cock slamming into her cervix. He didn't want this to end but he was desperate for release.

He pinched her nipples and never stopping fucking her.

He told her to look in his eyes. "I want to see you as you cum."

They were in a place where no one else existed, their pleasure the only thing that mattered. Lust.love.adoration.desire passed through their eyes. Their connection ran deep and strong.

"I'm gonna cum, Sarah. Cum for me. Daddy wants to feel you cum on his cock," he moaned.

Waves of pleasure washed over her. She was enveloped in warmth, and darkness. Her pussy throbbed, taking over her existence. "Now, Daddy. NOW! Cum inside me. Cum inside your little girl. Nowwww.!"

Her pussy contracted, juices exploded from deep within her depths. A vise around his cock, causing his balls to constrict, he let himself go. He shot his cum into his daughter's pussy, coating her walls with his hot sperm. "I love you, Sarah," he cried as he let himself go.

Her arms wrapped around his, pulling him close. "I love you, Daddy. God, I love you."

They fell together, a film of sweat covering their bodies. Their hearts raced, beating wildly in their chests, their breathing shallow and fast. He pulled her, still connected inside, to his chest and held her there. Sarah sighed deeply, snuggled into her father's chest and inhaled, his male scent making her drowsy and content. She was deeply satisfied, and overcome by the emotions washing over her. Nick felt her heartbeat against his and before he fell asleep, completely exhausted by all that had happened, had the thought that he had never felt so at peace.so at home. Until now.