Boundaries for Mia Ch. 01

"Long before we met, we had the same dreams. We compared notes, we found strange affinities."
-Vladimir Nabokov, 'Lolita

** For Mia **

Mia stepped into the baggage claim of the San Francisco International Airport, and scanned the crowd for her daddy, hoping he would recognize her.

"Mia?" She heard from behind her. She turned to see her father, for the first time in almost eight years.

"Hi, Daddy," she said, her voice catching. Her father's eyes were wet immediately. He stepped in and embraced her, and she pressed her face into his broad chest, glad he was tall enough to still make her feel like a little girl. She didn't want to cry in front of all the people here, but the tears came anyway.

"I thought I'd never see you again." Her daddy said.

Mia's daddy -- his name was Matt -- held his little girl at arms length and looked her up and down. The last he'd seen her she was a colt limbed ten year old, but she'd certainly grown up in the last eight years. She didn't look much like him as her mother's Asian genes appeared to trump his Caucasian variety, but she was a tall, athletic girl with golden skin and striking brown eyes. She had a tight, firm midsection, and shapely breasts that Matt tried not to notice. She was stunningly beautiful, which he'd always know she would be.

"I'm so sorry," she said, her English accent contrasting with his American one.

"Shhh... it's not your fault. I'm so glad I was wrong. You've grown up into a beautiful woman."

All Mia could do was smile through her tears. Even her teeth were perfect.

**

Mia's daddy drove her towards his house from the airport. They had to pass right through the heart of San Francisco to get there. She thought the narrow, colorful buildings were nice to look at, and she wanted to explore the city more in the future; but not now. Now she wanted nothing more than for her father to take her home so she could take a shower and he could tuck her into bed like he'd done when she was little.

"Do you... we... live far from here?"

"Less than an hour, angel. I live up in Marin County, it's just over the Golden Gate."

"We're going to drive over the Golden Gate Bridge?"

Matt smiled at her. "Yes. It should be nice today, too. Don't get used to this sunny weather, though. It's usually foggy here in the city."

"Like London..." Mia said, sounding a little disappointed. "I was afraid you wouldn't recognize me in the airport."

Her daddy laughed. "You thought I'd confuse you with all the other eighteen year old, half-Asian, British girls on the flight?"

"Daddy..." Mia knew her heritage was exotic, but it wasn't like she walked around thinking about how much she'd stand out in a crowd.

"You're my little girl. I've missed you so much I could have found you with the lights out. I still can't believe you're here next to me."

"I know. I can't believe it either."

Mia had last seen her father in a hotel in London, on one of his visits. That was before her mother had met Stanley, before he'd taken them away. Away from London, away from friends, away from anywhere her daddy could find her.

"What are you thinking about, angel?"

"Oh... nothing. I just missed you all these years. It's nice to be with you again."

Matt reached over and squeezed her thigh. The contact only lasted a second, but it sent an electric jolt through her leg that seemed to wind up living in her tummy. More disturbingly, it then seemed to drain out between her legs, soaking her.

"Jesus Mia, get a hold of yourself." She thought. She had been afraid she'd feel something like this around her daddy... but she thought it would take a little more than just his grip on her leg for half a second.

"You okay?"

"Yes. I've just been traveling a long time."

"Just a little longer now."

"Okay, Daddy."

**

Mia let the hot water run over her body and hair. She was tired from a full twenty four hours of travel, but she'd gotten a little sleep on the plane, and as the heat and steam soaked the tension out of her muscles, she began to feel more human.

She turned the water off after it had given her skin a nice pink color, but before it made her fingers all wrinkly. She opened the frosted glass door a crack, and only then did she realize that there were no towels.

Bloody hell.

"Daddy?"

Mia waited. The bathroom was nice enough, but her step-dad was very weathy, and she'd gotten used to luxury. Still, this was hardly uncomfortable. The shower had two heads and the floor was done in stone tiles.

"DADDY?"

In a few moments she heard a tap at the door.

"Mia? Are you alright?"

"There's no towels!"

"Shit! I'm sorry, baby. I'll get you one, just a sec."

Mia stood there in the shower, her skin still steaming, but cooling rapidly.

The bathroom door opened, and her daddy stuck his arm through, a beige towel in his hand.

"Don't be mental, daddy. I'm soaked." Mia hid behind the glass door. She knew her father would be able to see her color and shape, but not much in the way of detail.

Matt came in the room, trying to play it cool, but his eyes were wide being this close to his naked daughter.

On a whim, when Matt was about four feet from the shower, Mia slid the door open and reached for the towel. Her daddy stopped cold, and seemed to forget how to move as she patted herself dry.

"Thanks, daddy."

"I'll, um... put some towels in here."

Matt's eyes roamed over her body. She could feel his eyes on her firm, round breasts, and then her flat tummy and finally on her bare pussy, which she always kept shaved. He was really taking all of her in. Devouring her.

"My face is up here, Daddy."

Matt started. "Sorry."

"It's okay. I don't see what the big deal is, you've given me a shower before."

"Yeah, when you were eight."

"That was only ten years ago. It's the same body, isn't it?"

"I wouldn't say so, no."

Mia smiled, and he smiled back. She knew what she was doing was really slutty, but she couldn't help it. She was Matt's love child, when it came down to it, and had been conceived when he was a nineteen year old world traveler. Her mother was a French national of Chinese descent, and had gone to Hong Kong to see where her family was from. Matt had gone there just to see it. They were only together a couple of nights, but long enough to make her.

The end result of that was that her American father was a man she had spent a good bit of time dreaming about as a little girl, but not a lot of time actually seeing. He came to visit about once a year, first in Paris but then in London, always spoiling her with gifts and attention. Afterwards, he'd always return to that distant paradise of California, while she was left behind with her mother. She'd always fantasized that some day he'd take her away on the airplane with him.

And now here he was, just as helpless in front of her as most of the boys she'd known. She usually loved the power she had over men, but here it annoyed her for some reason. It wasn't that she wanted her daddy to be able to resist her... she wasn't sure what it was. He was a handsome man well over six feet tall, with a firm, muscular build and an athletic grace to his movements that made him seem younger than he was. He certainly wasn't bothering her because she didn't find him attractive. In fact, she found him very attractive.

"I don't mind you seeing me naked, daddy."

"Oh. Well... good. I mean... I'm glad you're comfortable."

"Can you get me another towel? I need one for my hair."

**

Mia's daddy fed her a meal he'd made himself. It wasn't bad, but Mia was a very good cook and she informed Matt over dinner that she would be taking over kitchen duties while she was living with him. He made some noise about doing his share of the cooking, but Mia wouldn't have any of that. She would cook, she would clean, he would take care of her. That was the only deal she was going to consider.

After dinner though, the exhaustion of the day hit her. She chatted with her daddy for a about a half hour, then told him she would need to go to bed.

**

She didn't really have anything good for bed clothes, so she settled on a clean tee shirt and a fresh pair of black knickers. "Panties," she remembered they were called here. It was a silly word to her ears, like something a baby would say. She slid herself into the cool linen sheets and waited. Her daddy had said he was going to tuck her in, and she was surprised at how much she had wanted this.

Matt came in and sat on the edge of her bed. She scooted closer and laid her head on his thigh. He stroked her hair just like he used to on his visits.

His fingers kept brushing the back of her neck as he massaged her scalp. Her neck was very sensitive, and she could feel the heat growing between her thighs. Her mind was so warped.

"That feels really good, daddy."

"I'm glad, Mia. Tomorrow we'll take you to the outlets, and you can set this room up however you'd like, pick out some clothes... that sort of thing. I want you to be just as comfortable here as you were at home."

"Don't say it like that. I am home. And things at my other home weren't so great."

"Well, you know what I mean. I want you to be happy here."

"I already am."

They sat quietly for a while before Mia finally asked, "Daddy, will you cuddle me in bed for a little while?"

Matt's fingers froze in her hair for a moment before finally continuing their massage.

"That's probably not a good idea, baby girl. Tonight you should get your rest, I wouldn't want to interfere."

"I thought it might help me sleep."

"I bet you're out as soon as your eyes close."

"Maybe some other time?"

"Maybe."

Matt knelt by the side of her bed and moved to kiss her on the cheek. Mia turned into it, and they kissed on the lips. It was just a father / daughter kiss, but afterward, Mia licked her lips, and savored the taste of him.

**

Mia lay in the dark, her hands running over her body, beneath her shirt. She didn't know whether to chastise herself for her behavior or to stroke her pussy to a mind blowing orgasm. She'd never had so much time with her daddy as she was going to have these next few months, not even close. As a little girl she'd dream of her daddy coming to rescue her from her mother and all her boyfriends, but as she'd gotten older and started growing into a sexual young woman, the fantasies had gotten mixed up. Now, at eighteen, she couldn't separate how much she longed for a deeper relationship with her father from her sexual desires. She wanted his hugs and cuddles and fatherly love... but at the same time she wanted to feel his tongue on her pussy. She wanted him to think of nothing but her.

With that thought, she decided to go the route of self pleasure. Her fingers slipped into her 'panties' and plunged into the soaked folds of her pussy. She fucked her fingers in and out of herself, wishing she could get them deeper. She missed her girlfriend, Chloe, back in London. Chloe's fingers and mouth could always make her feel so much better. Her own fingers just didn't take the ache away as well.

"Daddy... daddy..." she whispered into the darkness, just like she had so many times before. In a few minutes, her fingers began to dance wildly over her clit, and she humped her hips into her palm as she came, biting her own lip as if she could pull her father's kiss into her mouth.

Mia was asleep before the afterglow of her orgasm had time to fade.

**

The next day was a blur of activity. Mia's daddy took her shopping, just like he said he would, for everything from clothes to furniture. It was a full day, broken only by a quick lunch at a chain restaurant that Mia didn't care for too much. She was at a loss for why America had its famous obesity problem, when the food was so awful. Maybe they were going for quantity over quality.

At least her daddy wasn't one of the obese ones. He was barely twenty years older than she was, and he'd kept himself very fit over the years. She could feel the hard muscle of his back and chest when she hugged him. It made her delirious.

**

"We should probably go out for dinner, angel. I don't have a lot of food here and I'm too wiped out to go shopping for it tonight."

"I'm too tired for that, daddy." Mia already had her head in the refrigerator. She came out with two beers, and brought one to Matt while keeping the other for herself. "To us." She offered. Matt raised his bottle and they both drank deeply.

"Honestly, Mia, I don't know what you're going to find in there to cook."

"An omelette."

"Breakfast for dinner, hmm?"

"Daddy... in France omelettes aren't just for breakfast. They're just a light meal. You'll see. Well, maybe. I'm not sure if I can get the pan hot enough to make a real French omelette. "

"They'll burn if it's all that hot."

Mia walked away shaking her head. How did he live?

**

"That... was amazing, Mia. I've never had one like that."

"That's nothing, daddy. I'm going to make you such delicious foods. You have to promise not to get fat, though."

Matt laughed. She loved his smile.

"Daddy... there are a couple more things I need."

"What? What could we possibly have forgotten?"

"You bought me so many nice outfits, but I don't have the right underwear for some of them."

"Oh."

"Will you take me tomorrow? I would go myself, but I don't know the way."

"Um... sure. There's a Victoria's Secret nearby. Would that work?"

"That would be lovely. Thanks, daddy."

**

Matt knocked on her bedroom door.

"Come in." She said without thinking. He opened the door and stopped hard. Mia was standing in front of the new full length mirror he'd gotten her, and was brushing her long black hair, dressed in only a pair of black knickers. "Well come in, I told you I don't mind you seeing me. I was wearing less last time."

Matt came in and sat on the bed. He was drinking her in with his eyes again. She was soaked instantly at the desire written on his face, but it still annoyed her for some reason that he was so struck dumb by her.

Mia turned to face him. He opened his mouth but didn't speak.

"Aren't I pretty, daddy? Pretty enough I mean."

"You're perfect."

"You're just being sweet."

"No... you're really perfect. I've never seen a more beautiful girl. It makes me proud."

Mia smiled at his sincerity, the annoyance pushed away by the love in his voice.

Mia walked to him and pushed him back on the bed, and straddled his lap.

"Mia, what are you --"

"What?"

"Well..."

"Oh hush, daddy. Who's watching? You know I'm you're little girl, and I know you're my daddy."

"That's kind of my point."

"Oh... fine."

Mia moved off of her daddy's pajama covered legs -- pretending not to notice the rock hard cock tenting them out -- and lay next to him, cuddling her head up to his chest.

"Is this better?"

"Yeah, I'm more comfortable like this."

"Okay."

It was pretty comfortable. Mia lay still, enjoying the feeling of her father breathing under her like he was.

"Daddy... did you really think I was dead, all those years?"

"Most of me did, angel. A part of me always held out hope, but when you and your mom just disappeared like you did, I had to wonder why. All of the sudden you never called, your mom stopped cashing the checks I sent her, the mail and packages I sent just got returned... I went to London looking for you, you know. I talked to the police, I went to all the hospitals..."

Matt stayed quiet for a long time.

"Daddy?"

"I'm sorry, baby girl. That was just... a really fucked up time. I thought I'd lost you."

"I'm so sorry, daddy. I'm so, so sorry. It was my fault."

Matt's eyes were distant and his jaw was clenched. Mia began to place small kisses on his face, and he relaxed a little.

"It was that bastard your mom hooked up with. Stanley."

"He is a bastard. A bastard with a lot of money, and control issues. He hid us. He tried so hard to make it so I could never contact you. It worked until he sent me to school. As soon as I had the Internet, I started trying to find you. I missed you so much."

Matt seized hold of his daughter, crushing her into him. Holding her tight, feeling the reality of her. He inhaled her vanilla scent, and kissed her hair over and over again. He had his little girl again, and he knew she would always be his little girl, even though she'd grown up in the years they'd been apart.

Mia clutched him tight as well, but soon Matt felt his daughter relax, and within a few minutes she was breathing easily and steadily, asleep on his chest.

When he was sure that she was out, Matt let his eyes wander over his nearly naked baby girl. She was so perfect, and her body felt so nice against his. So warm and firm, and yet so soft in all the right places. His erection simply refused to go down and he resisted the urge to put his hand on it.

Mia was his daughter, and more than anything he wanted to be a good father to her, but ever since he'd picked her up he kept picturing her in his mind. Her obvious sensuality and exhibitionism wasn't helping matters either.

He had a sudden vision of just rolling her onto her back, pushing her panties aside, and sliding his rock hard cock into her teenaged pussy. He could practically feel her it was such a clear image. He could almost hear her gasp as he filled her body. He could almost hear her sexy little accent as she begged him to fuck her.

Matt willed the image away. He'd missed the last eight years of her life, but he could still be a good daddy for her now. He made himself lay still. His cock, however, continued to twitch and jerk against his belly.

He fell asleep like that, holding his nearly naked daughter close to him.

**

"What do you think of this one, daddy?" Mia held up a black lace bra.

"I... um... it's very nice."

"Would you like me to try it on for you?"

"Ameila!"

"Sorry, sorry..."

"Be good."

"Oh, I will be, daddy. I'll be a good girl for you, just wait and see."

Matt turned and pretended to be very interested in some perfume on a rack. Mia grinned as his cheeks turned scarlet. She counted up what she'd found so far. Five bras, and ten set of knick -- panties -- that matched them. She'd found a garter belt and stockings that she fancied as well, and had been curious what her daddy would say about those. Apparently, he didn't intend to say anything.

Mia's daddy eventually got too uncomfortable in the Victoria's Secret and gave Mia his credit card and asked her to meet him at the coffee shop a little bit father down the shopping center.

The sales girl at the counter was a slender blonde, a couple of years older than Mia. Like the rest of the sales staff, she was dressed all in black.

"Your boyfriend looked really uncomfortable." She said.

"Oh, he's not. He's my dad." Mia was so turned on by the sales girl's mistake that she blushed. She really needed to see a psychiatrist. She was so terrible.

"Oh, you're English."

"Yeah, I guess I am."

"Are you in town for long?"

"Yeah, I moved in with my dad. I'll be here a while. I might go to school here but I'm not sure."

"Oh you'll love it! I've lived here since I was fifteen, and it's great. There's a ton of stuff to do and the guys are really nice."

"Daddy says he's going to show me around but..."

"Oh no. You need a real guide. Maybe you could come out with me and my friends sometime if you want."

"Really? That would be lovely."

"I'm Sadie. What's your name?"

"Mia. It's nice to meet you, Sadie."

The girls exchanged phone numbers -- Mia giving her the number for the new phone her daddy had bought her yesterday. She was excited to have a friend in California so quickly. Sadie told her she'd call her Friday and that she and some friends were headed into San Francisco.