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Even as I felt shame for it though, I couldn’t help but imagine his
firm body against mine and his strong hands holding me down
as he had his way with me. I watched him from across the aisle
of the loud little plane as he read through one of the resort.
pamphlets and imagined him and me in the most sinful of
positions while scolding myself for how wrong it was for me to
be thinking this way.
When the plane finally dropped beneath the clouds, I was able to shake the taboo thoughts from my head. I was amazed by the beautiful island that we would be calling home for the weekend. Lush vegetation at the center of the island gave way to pearly white beaches. It looked like paradise, and a sense of giddiness rose up inside of me. Hopefully, there would be
enough down there on that little island to keep me occupied because the thought of spending all weekend obsessed with my step–father was too much to bear.
“Well I can’t really ask them for a second bed,” Daddy sa “Would kind of be a bummer if you were running a couples resort and somebody asked to have a second bed, wouldn’t it?”
We had gotten checked in and to our room within about thirty
minutes of arriving on the island. Very few people were here but the staff. According to the front desk, most people would be coming later in the afternoon and into the early evening.
“That’s very true,” I laughed. “No worries. I’ll take the couch.”
“Actually, it might pull out into a bed,” Daddy said.
“Doubtful,” I said. “Not really enough room out there.”
The resort consisted of a series of small huts that were made to look authentic to the beach locale. Each one had a small living room entry area with a galley kitchen and a massive bedroom. If
you hadn’t known what type of resort it was before arriving, it
would have been pretty apparent once you checked in. The
bedroom was twice the size of the rest of the suite. Half of the
space was devoted to a tiled area with a hot tub and an
entryway to a small water closet. The rest of the space was
dedicated to the massive king–sized bed.
“Think they’d be mad if we just cut it in half?” My step–father
asked, cracking a smile.
“I think that might cause an issue,” I responded.
“You know,” he started. “There’s enough space that we could probably share it comfortably.”
My heart began pounding harder in my chest.
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My Daddy, the object of my deepest and darkest desires, had just offered to share a bed with me. How would I ever be able to do that? Just knowing that I was going on this vacation led me to have some of the most detailed and raunchy dreams that I have ever experienced.
“I don’t know,” I said, trailing off.
“It’s fine,” he quickly cut me off. “It was just an idea. Weird idea.
Sorry.”
“No,” I said. “Don’t apologize. Just might not work out. We’ll
see.”
I dropped my bags on the floor at the entryway to the bedroom
and walked over to the hot tub.
“This is pretty nice, Dad,” I said. “Is this in all of the rooms?”
“Oh, no,” he said. “Upcharge.” “How much?” I asked.
“Too much,” he responded just as my eyes settled on the bottle of champagne with a ribbon and card next to the hot tub. Beside it sat two champagne flutes.
“Oh, they provided bubbly,” I said as I grabbed it up from the hot
tub. “Care to kick off our little vacation with some time in the hot
tub. “Care to kick off our li
tub?”
“Actually,” he said. “That sounds pretty great.”
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“I’ll go change in the living room,” I said as I grabbed my bags.
Closing the door to the bedroom, I quickly dug my new bathing. suit out of the bag and pulled off my jeans. In an instant, the heady smell of my sex–soaked panties filled the room. I could tell on the airplane that the dream had gotten my juices flowing, but it surprised me that it had gotten me so aroused. I quickly pulled my underwear off and stuffed them in the pocket of my jeans before putting on the new swimsuit. Hopefully, Daddy wouldn’t notice in the short time it took me to get into the hot tub. Rolling the jeans up I stuffed them into a separate compartment of my bag and knocked at the bedroom door.
