Going Out With Daddy Ch. 01

"I guess I did get started young. But now I'm just a broken-down stud, taken out to pasture..." He sighed dramatically, and Marie giggled. How silly he was. She couldn't help but compare him with the guys at her school, and she realized how favorably he came out.

The waiter brought the wine. She watched her father carefully as he participated casually and expertly in the ritual of tasting the wine. The label presented for inspection; the cork pulled and examined for signs of decay; the wine decanted; the glass swirled, the bouquet inhaled, the mouthful thoughtfully imbibed. Finally, he nodded, and the waiter poured what seemed like a huge amount into her very large glass. She picked it up and looked at the deep burgundy red of the liquor.

"It's a pretty bold wine," her father said.

"Whatever that means," she teased, smiling at him over the glass. Tim couldn't help but appreciate the way she looked at that moment; the candlelight and the wine made her appear older than her age. Her eyes looked sultry in the half-light; the smile quirked on her lips almost looked flirtatious. But he must have been imagining things.

She took a little sip and rolled it in her mouth, feeling the acrid bite of the wine on her tongue. A warmth spread through her body as she swallowed, a feeling that enhanced the giddiness she was already feeling. She liked the way it felt, and she took another sip.

"Easy, honey. We've got the whole bottle ahead of us," Tim laughed. He had unconsciously picked up on the change in the atmosphere, and his concerns about sharing alcohol with his daughter had disappeared. She was clearly old enough. You could tell just by the way she looked.

"Look, Dad! They do have oysters on the menu. Can we try them?"

"Sure. I'll teach you how to eat them properly." Tim found it strangely easy to talk with Marie, now. Before, he had always been worried that he would come off as too fatherly, or conversely, as too desperate to appear young and hip. But now he felt more like they were equals. It was a combination of the wine, the atmosphere, and the way she was dressed, he reasoned. No worries about a weird kind of attraction developing.

Marie, for her part, was amazed at how sweet her father was. He had always seemed distant to her, this man who was so important to her, but whom she barely knew, she realized now. Instead, he was charming, funny, and so handsome... Well, she had known that for a while, she supposed. Her friends had commented on it to her in the past. She had just wrinkled her nose at them. But now...

She watched him as he talked about the catering business. His face was so expressive, his dark eyes alive with the pleasure he took in his work. And, she thought, as she took another drink from her wine glass, he was really well-built. His chest looked so broad, so firm. She wondered what it would look like right now without that shirt on. It was strange, but her nipples felt really hard against the soft fabric of the dress. She felt flushed, warm. It must be the wine.

"Your oysters, Signor and Signorina."

The plate of oysters on ice was placed between them. They were open, swimming in their brine. Marie eyed them nervously.

"What are you supposed to do, Daddy?"

"Actually, there's nothing to it, honey. You just lift up the shell and dump everything in it into your mouth. Chew it softly a few times, then swallow it. Try and savor it. Here, watch me." Tim showed her how it was done. Marie watched him, then took a deep breath.

"Okay, here goes." She picked up one of her own, and made a mock scared face at her father. Keeping her eyes on him, she put the shell to her mouth. Then she took the contents into her mouth. It was salty, of course, but there was a sweetness there as well. Chewing on the soft and moist shellfish released more of the sweet flavor, and she let it roll around in her mouth, over her tongue for a few seconds before finally swallowing.

"Mmmm. Not bad, Daddy."

"I'm glad you like it, sweetie." She tried another one, then giggled.

"Is it true that oysters are aphrodisiacs?"

"Uh, I guess that's what they say," Tim stuttered. Marie fluttered her eyes at him.

"What are you tryin' to do, Mister? Are you tryin' to get into a girl's pants?" His thoughts suddenly flashed to a vision of the panties he suspected she was wearing, those see-through sheer panties with the embroidered tiny red roses. And would he see hair there? His daughter's pubic hair? Oh, Christ, what was going on here? Why did he feel that familiar surge of urgency in his groin? Tim slurped an oyster down to cover his unaccustomed feelings.

But Marie just giggled again. He was incredibly cute, actually. She thought maybe he had blushed at her flirtatiousness. This was fun!

"Seriously, though, Daddy. Why do people say oysters make you want to like get it on?"

"I guess... well, what I've heard, it's because they look like... well..."

"Like what?" She looked at him, laughter dancing in her eyes. "Come on! Tell me."

"Well, like a woman's place. You know, down there."

"Daddy!!" She laughed outright. "Jeez Louise, Daddy. You don't have to be so shy. We're both grown up here." He had to smile at that. "'Down there...' For crying out loud." She shook her head, rolling her eyes.

"Fine," he laughed, finally. "If you insist. It's supposed to be sexy because it looks like a vulva."

"Hmm. I don't think much of that either. Vulva is so clinical. Don't you have any better names for it?" She was enjoying being so naughty, so flirty. Her whole body felt alive, tingly, electric. And much of that tingliness was centered, well, 'down there.'

Tim's heart was beating hard, and the sensation of urgency he had felt before was coalescing into something far more disturbing: arousal. His sex felt thick, straining. But there was a seductive quality to the moment, a quality near impossible to resist. He knew he should be more circumspect, more fatherly. But he didn't want to.

"I have lots of names for it, Marie," he said, now meeting her gaze directly. "I don't know if they're better or worse. You'll have to tell me."

His gaze went deep into her. It felt like a shock of lightning running through her. She swore that she could feel it run down her spine right to the very center of her sex. It was more than fun, now. It was downright thrilling, like being on a roller coaster.

"All right," she whispered, holding his gaze. Her hand twisted a strand of hair, an endearing and familiar habit now suffused with an extra layer of sensuality. Tim took a deep breath.

"Kitty." Marie's eyes widened.

"That's cute," she said. "But I don't think it's the right word for this situation."

"Beaver."

"Too old-fashioned," she said, wrinkling her nose cutely. Tim was enjoying himself immensely. He had no idea he could be so open with his daughter. He decided to ignore the way his cock was throbbing in his pants. It was just a by-product of the sexy talk. It had nothing to do with his daughter.

"Okay. How about pussy?"

"Now we're getting somewhere," she said, breathlessly. The hand that had been playing with her hair trailed down onto her chest. "That's sexier. Sounds more like what an oyster might look like."

"Some people use another word. One that's more explicit." He was feeling daring. Would she allow it?

Unconsciously, Marie had let her hand slip down onto the swell of her breast. She could feel her hard nipple under her fingers, and thoughtlessly she teased it lightly through the thin dress. How wonderful it was that she had this particular bra on tonight. It made it so easy to do this. She never wanted this to end.

"Really? More explicit? What is it?"

"Cunt," he whispered. Her pupils dilated, and she shuddered.

"I don't really like that word," she murmured. "But it feels right for this. Oysters are sexy because they look like acunt..." Tim gasped at hearing the word from his innocent daughter's mouth. She looked so sensual just at that moment. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips moist and parted, her chest moving up and down with her shallow breathing.

And he could see one hard nipple pressing against the front of her dress, the shape of it outlined by the soft material. Once again, he was reminded of the bra she was wearing, the bra that Carol had chosen for her. He imagined his daughter now, her dress down around her waist, her young firm breasts presented for his delectation.

"But I don't really understand, Daddy," Marie said, a little line appearing between her brows. "I mean, a pussy doesn't look like that, does it?"

"Haven't you ever looked at yourself, honey? Haven't you ever used a mirror?" She nodded enthusiastically.

"Uh huh, sure I have. But mine doesn't look like this. Here, let me show you." For one crazy moment, Tim thought his sweet daughter was going to stand up and lift up her dress for him to see her mound in the sheer panties. His cock pulsed, hard, and he knew he had just let a stream of pre-cum soak his boxers. But instead, she pulled a pen and a scrap of paper from her purse.

"This is what I look like," she said carelessly, quickly sketching, and then turning the paper around for him. She felt so open, so daring, so excited. She had certainly never thought she could be so wild with her father.

Tim looked at the paper. It showed a quick outline of a young pussy, really just a line down the middle with a little vee at the top, with two large parentheses around it. His hand dropped into his lap, and he unconsciously squeezed his erection. This was too insane.

"Well, Marie, honey, I suppose that's what it looks like most of the time." He smiled at her innocence. How sweet she was, how unspoiled. "But we're talking about a pussy that's aroused. That's excited. Do you understand?"

"Oh. Oh!" She looked down at her drawing, then at an oyster. She blushed, prettily. "Oh, wow. I've never seen an excited pussy before. Do they really look like this?" She held up an oyster.

"Not really. Maybe a little." He held up the shell and closed it some, so that the edges came close together. The ruffled rims did look a little like labia. "Like that, a bit."

"Do you mean to say I've been eating pussy?" She gave a little shriek of excitement. "Oh. My. God. This is too funny," she giggled, and made a big show of bringing the oyster to her mouth. "How's this, Daddy?" She let her little pink tongue come out, and she licked up and down the opening.

"Mmmmm," she fake moaned. "Soooo good, Daddy." Her tongue fluttered at the top, then dipped down and slipped inside. Tim stared in awe. How had his little girl become so sexual? He was overcome with lust at the display. His hand now frankly stroked himself through his slacks. It was too hot. Too fucking hot.

She giggled, looking at his shocked face. The feeling of pushing his boundaries was addictive, thrilling. He was so cute.

"Ooh, Daddy," she murmured. "You've got to try this pussy. It's soooo sweet!" She handed him the oyster she had been licking. "Try it, Daddy..."

He blindly accepted the oyster from her, slick with her saliva. He looked down at it. God, it really did look like a hot open pussy. He smiled at his girl, then, keeping his eyes on her, licked over the edges himself, before opening the oyster and accepting its contents into his mouth. Dear God, he had just taken his daughter's saliva into his mouth.

Marie looked delighted. He couldn't help but laugh, and she joined him. The slight awkwardness of the moment passed, and they were father and daughter again. Tim put his strange feelings behind him. It had all been so innocent, just father-daughter fun.

For her part, Marie felt like she had been initiated into an adult world, and she loved it. And she loved her father for helping her there. She felt closer to him than she had ever felt before. She wanted more of the same.

*****

On the way back to the car, Marie leaned against her father, an arm wrapped around his waist. She knew she was tipsy. Well, more than tipsy, really. She was probably actually drunk. She needed a little support, but more, she needed the physical closeness. Her young body yearned for completion of the flirtation she had loved in the restaurant.

Tim was tipsy himself. He had tried to moderate his alcohol intake, because he knew that he would be driving. So he had stopped drinking after the oysters. Still, he felt comfortable, buzzed. His arm was around his daughter's side, holding onto her waist. She felt so soft, so lithe.

When they got to the car, Marie turned around and leaned against it, pulling her father close to her.

"Daddy, you're a lot more fun to hang out with than I expected," she said. There was a slight slur to her speech, and her eyes were meeting his more directly than she would have done had she been sober. She held onto his waist with both hands, pulling his body into hers.

Tim knew he should resist her. She was clearly drunk. But his inhibitions were none too strong at them moment himself. Well, at least he didn't have an erection any more. So he let her pull him in.

She felt his body come into contact with hers. The solidity of his male body was wonderful; the fullness of his muscles, so much thicker than hers; the satisfying girth of his waist; the power in his arms. She had been in this position before with a guy or two from her school, after dates, but it had never felt so relaxed. Still, something had been present on those occasions that was missing now...

"You know," she said archly, "a girl feels insulted when her date holds her like this and she doesn't feel his thing..."

Oh. My. God. Had she actually just said that to her father? She blushed slightly. Still, it was all part of the flirting.

Tim for his part was astonished by her boldness. Was this really his little girl in his arms, saying such suggestive things? But how could he resist taking her up on her challenge?

"'Thing?' You'll have to do better than that, Marie. Remember, we're both grown up here."

"Oh, well, in that case," she laughed gaily, her eyes dancing. "I guess I could call it something else."

"Like what?'

"Okay, how about... penis?" The word sounded so funny the two of them had to laugh together. Her body was so lithe and soft against him. Tim started to get that familiar feeling again, but he was in no rush to pull away from his daughter.

"Uh huh," Marie said, smiling. "Maybe that's not what we're looking for. How about woody?"

"I don't think so," Tim replied, gazing down into her gorgeous eyes. His shaft was lengthening now, pushing down his trouser leg. "Too adolescent."

"We certainly don't want that," she said, wrinkling her nose. She could feel the pressure of his arousal against her right leg. How exciting it was to know that she had been the cause of that ever-increasing feeling. She wanted more.

"Hmmm," she said, pretending to search her brain for other choices. "Trouser snake?"

Tim guffawed. How delightful she was. So cute, the way she wrinkled her nose, the way she played the innocent. And the way her sweet body pushed against his, her leg up against his, her soft chest pressed against his front. Oh God, that bra. But this was all still just innocent fun, just a little play flirting. Nothing to be ashamed of.

"Too silly," he said. Without thinking, he reached down and adjusted himself so that it was standing up in his pants. The back of his hand brushed across her upper thigh, and she felt the brief touch like a jolt through her body. She pushed back up against him, desperate to prolong the physical stimulation.

Holy shit, she thought. Is that all him? For now his erection was pushing into her lower abdomen, a long pulsating shaft of iron. She knew the only name for it.

"Cock," she hissed, her eyes suddenly serious, her face warm. Her tongue felt numb and there was a roaring in her ears.

"Yeah, Marie, that's it," he whispered back. "Cock." He pushed it against her, his eyes fixed on hers. What was he doing? Was this more than just the innocent fun they had been enjoying before? Her face looked so accepting, so willing. Jesus!

"Uh, I think we had better be getting home," he said, suddenly confused. How could pressing his engorged member into his daughter's belly be considered innocent? He had to step away, but breaking contact with her was so hard.

"Awww," she whined, then laughed to cover her own confusion. She had been ready. She knew it. She had been ready for him to do something to her. Something... God, what? What would he have done to her? There it was, the all too strong reality of his... thing pushing against her, the very stimulus she had been yearning for. She twisted away from under him, giggling.

"All right, Daddy," she said, once again her cute flirty self. "You can take me home." He took a deep breath as she darted around to the other side of the car. Get yourself together, man, he thought. But already the confusing feelings were fading. Why had he been so worried? It was just Marie testing the waters, so to speak, with somebody she felt safe with. Completely innocent.

On the drive home, Marie tried to think about what had happened there. Her thoughts were muddled; the unaccustomed amount of alcohol she had imbibed combined with the raging hormones in her young body was making it very hard to concentrate. Shouldn't she have felt grossed out by her father's hardness pressing against her? Shouldn't she have been gagging, horrified by the unwelcome evidence of his sexual excitement?

But it wasn't unwelcome, and she hadn't been horrified. Frankly, she was still tingling all over. And there was a warmth throughout her body which was concentrated in her most sensitive places. Her nipples for one. They seemed to be in a constant state of hardness, continually rubbed by the soft dress. Honestly, she thought. They have no shame! But she put it off to the fact that her bra was not providing an intervening layer of protection.

They pulled into the driveway. Tim stepped around to the passenger side to open the car door. His erection had subsided, mostly. He had helped it go down by trying not to look over at his daughter, sitting demurely next to him. Now, as he held her hand to help her up, he realized that she was just radiantly beautiful. Standing above her, he had a sweet view of her cleavage. Even without a view inside her dress, the skin exposed to the night air had a sensual youthful quality to it that stirred him deep inside. He forced his eyes upward, and found his daughter smiling at him, a twinkling mischief in her deep blues.

"I guess we're home, Daddy," she said, glancing down as she stood up. She couldn't be sure whether he had an erection again. Something in her lusted to know, to feel that against her again.

"Uh, sure, Princess," Tim replied, glancing up to the house. Was Carol still awake? It was past 10:30 now, and she usually retired before now. The front porch light was on, but all the lights on the first floor were off. Their bedroom windows were on the side and the back, so he couldn't tell if the lights in there were on.

They walked up to the porch, side by side, silent, each thinking their own thoughts. As they walked up the steps, Marie's hand found her fathers, their fingers intertwining unconsciously. They stopped on the top step, each wanting the moment to last.

"You know," she murmured. "I wasn't sure whether we were going to have a good time tonight or not."

"Me either," he admitted, smiling down at her.

"But I did have a good time. I really did, Daddy," she said, returning his gaze.

"Me too," he said, tenderly. Her face was so sweet, her lips so full and moist. His heart leaped inside of him. "Does a guy get a kiss on the first date?"

Her eyes widened. She nodded, almost imperceptibly. He moved towards her, taking her in his arms. She had a slightly shocked look as his face came closer to hers. Then he felt her relax in his arms, her body melting against his. Her eyes closed, and she surrendered to the moment.