Chapter 3
Multiple footsteps signaled the arrival of an entourage of
muscular tanned–skinned men. They stood around me, their hands resting on the stone altar and their eyes on my body.
I watched as they began to run their strong hands over my body. Just their fingertips traced paths along it at first, but soon their
whole hands were moving across every inch of my body. Even
though I was merely a disembodied viewer of the erotic scene, I
could feel them. Each hand slowly explored my sensitive skin,
slowly tracing its way closer and closer to my most sensitive.
areas as if in unison.
Soon, the version of me that was laying on the altar began
gasping and panting with need. Her legs parted slightly allowing
more of her body to be touched and caressed. Her mouth
opened slightly, and she began to whimper. Her legs were
spread wide now, and the tanned hands were starting to run
along her outer lips. I could feel them gliding across my body
and playing at my dripping opening. My entire body was alight.
with ecstasy as the hands continued to tease at my most
sensitive areas. From the bottom of the altar, a new figure
approached. This figure’s complexion was much fairer than
rest of them and instantly recognizable.
I had never seen Daddy naked, but his body was unmistakable. I
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had spent enough of my early teenage years trying to and had seen him in various states of undress. I should have called out for him to stop, but I wasn’t in control anymore. The feeling of pleasure from all of those hands on my body was too much. Seeing him hungrily look over my body with his manhood. throbbing and rigid left me with no will to resist.
His eyes never left my body as he climbed on the altar and positioned himself between my legs.
Although I was still watching myself from above, I could feel his
skin against me. Forbidden sensations raced through me as I
felt his cockhead position itself at my entrance and a shudder
went down my spine as he pressed himself deep into me in one
motion. I opened my mouth to cry out in pleasure, but nothing
came out.
Then, I opened my eyes, and the entire dream disappeared..
Suddenly I was sitting on the plane next to Daddy again, and I
found myself dripping with the need for him for the first time in
a long time.
The rest of the flight was pure torture. While dreaming my
wetness had soaked the entire crotch of my underwear, and
after waking up, my eyes kept wandering to the crotch of the gym shorts Daddy had worn for the flight. He had been asleep when I woke up and stayed that way for the entire duration of the trip which was lucky for me. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying images of my inappropriate dream over and over
again. The last thing that I needed was to carry a conversation with him while those impure thoughts continued to play out on repeat.
When we arrived at the large airport in Nassau, we transferred to a small plane that could seat up to six passengers. It was emblazoned with the logo and contact information for the resort, and the pilot who met us on the runway wore a resort uniform. The seats were all empty except for ours come takeoff which was lucky for me. I was able to sit in my own row and spread out a bit while I tried to suppress what I thought I would never feel again for my father. The plane was loud enough to make talking impossible, so I was able to spend its thirty–minute duration trying to collect my thoughts.
He was one hell of a man, my step–father. He was tall and broad
with the body that a man half his age could be jealous of. He
had turned to exercise as an escape when from my mother’s
obsession with work and it had paid off. His soft body had been
replaced with lean muscle over the last year or so. It was
something he had never had, being a bit bookish through. college and never being interested in dating.
Coupling the improvement to his physique with his charm and sense of humor made him a knockout.
But still, he was my father. There was no excuse for me to be thinking about him the way that I was.
