Chapter 4: Chapter 4
"Oh Sara dear," my father says, and I hear him say it.
"Yes, daddy," I respond, "Honey, I understand that you are all pumped up for summer." Do you want to get pumped up? Whatever… In any case, he proceeds... "I'm sorry, but I have some awful news for you." ughhhh.... It's finally here....
"Yes, daddy," I say, trying my hardest to seem as wretched as possible, but it doesn't work. He goes on to say...
"Honey, your mother won't be returning for a few days since she's on a business trip, and tragically, an old high school buddy of mine passed away." And I understand that you are almost seventeen years old, but your mother and I believe it is best if you accompany me to the calling hours and funeral." Nothing major, I reason to myself... To put it mildly, a little early... As I'm contemplating this, he continues...
"The funeral will take place in Nevada in three days"... What the fuck is going on?! Nevada does not have a beach at all!
The child pleaded, "Please, please, please don't make me go to my father!" I beg, but it's a fruitless effort. But… It'll be over before you realize it. We're in the back of my mother's Volvo SUV, somewhere in the eastern part of California.
We made the decision to pull over for the night to eat dinner and get some rest because we were more than halfway there and my father dislikes driving in the dark. Our first visit is a shabby little eatery where we get a fast dinner... Pops, you made an excellent call... We'll next make our way to the nearest motel that isn't infested with cockroaches. We check in and make our way up to our room... Shocker! There's only one freaking queen-sized bed! My father tries to make a change, but the service informs him that there are only single bed rooms available. Whatever… We'll make do with what we've got. My father leaves the house to go to the bar for a few drinks, while I get ready in the shower. After about two hours, there is still no sign of Daddy Dearest. After a quick dash to the hotel bar, I was surprised to see my father, who was conversing with a 20-something slut dressed in a dreadful ensemble. My father has always been a bit of a ladies' guy, which I find amusing. He is a full-blooded Sicilian, and at six feet tall, he is what you would describe as tall, dark, and gorgeous in your eyes. For some reason, I had never really taken notice of how attractive he truly is until now. I had the feeling of a jealous girlfriend! I swagger over to him and look the tiny fake blonde straight in the eyes as I approach him from behind. I wrap my arm around his neck and inquire as to the identity of his new companion... Unsurprisingly, she disappears into the background very quickly. According to my father, he may have had one too many. It's time to step up, Daddy-o! After escorting my father back to our room, I tell him (in my best "parenting" voice) that it is time for him to retire. He nods and makes his way to the bathroom, just like a good little dog should. I take off my beach flops and slip into my little boy shorts and wife beater, which I have on underneath the blankets. I hear my father climb into the shower and almost bust his ass while doing so...... My eyebrows raise slightly in amusement as I inquire.... "Do you think you're all right in there, big guy?"
"Fine...," came the remark. "You're a smart ass!" and then... "Oh my god! Sara, could you please bring my body wash into the office for me? "It's in my carry-on luggage."
"Of course, daddy," I respond. That's when the incident occurred. When I walked into the bathroom, it felt like I had been struck by a bolt of lightning! My father, who was standing in the shower washing his hair, had just given me a fantastic profile view of himself, thanks to the glass shower door on the bathroom wall. I was really mesmerized by him as I stood there. My gaze was fixated on his dripping crotch. I felt a tingling sensation in my pussy. I stood there for what seemed like an eternity before my father's words brought me back to the present moment.
“Hey. "Thank you, sweetie."
“Ugh… The only thing I could manage to spew out of my tongue-tied mouth was, "No problem, dad."
Darting out of the bathroom and into bed, I was slightly ashamed but significantly more turned on than I'd been before. I started rubbing softly on my shaved small mound while still under the blankets. One hand probed my nipple, which was perched on top of my tan tiny B cup breast, with the other. God! What exactly was going on? While massaging my pussy, I'm thinking of... My Father!!! I was a little perplexed, but I was also a whole lot more excited. I pictured sucking his soft cock until it was hard as a rock, then slowly slipping him between my tight wet lips until he was completely submerged. Feeling him sink all the way in till his balls were resting on my asshole was a powerful sensation. God, I'm sure he can fuck like a ninja...
"Umm Sara... I'm sorry... Is it all right if I go to bed right now? Or do you require a few extra minutes?" My father's voice could be heard. What the f*ck is going on? My father caught me fucking myself with a busted finger... We were preparing to share a bed when this happened!
I'm struggling to find the right words... "No, it's all right," I exclaimed.
My father hurriedly goes onto his side of the bed and then turns his back on me. That was terribly embarrassing, but I was so incredibly horny that it didn't bother me at all. What mattered to me was getting myself off the ground. My father's breathing became heavy before I sneaked into the toilet for yet another game of hide and seek with him. What on earth was going on in my head? I'm not sure where these thoughts came from. I felt a little strange, but I could feel myself becoming more and more infatuated with my father's cock as time went on. I climbed back into bed after finishing my quick finger banging session with a fairly underwhelming orgasmic experience.