Swing Man Ch. 01-03

"Carmen, about you moving in. . .I'm not sure that's what I want right now. . with the divorce and all."

Carmen pulled up her pants and looked at him. He could tell she was thinking of something to say.

"Well, how long could the divorce take? Lance said you were going to just settle real quick."

"It could be months," Jonas said realistically, "And I would like to spend some time as a....bachelor...after that."

Carmen picked up her blouse and slowly put it on.

"So, what you're saying is I should go back to Lance and forget about us. . about moving down here." She looked again out at the ocean.

"I think you probably should go back to Lance....and we'll just play it by ear. I'm sorry but that's the way it is."

"All right. Fine." Carmen's voice had an undercurrent of anger. She was trying to keep it hidden but he could tell.

"Carmen, it doesn't mean we can't get together when I start coming out to Palm Springs....I'm going to be going to those swinging parties. We'll have ourselves a real good time."

He reached for her arm and she yanked it away.

"I don't think so, Jonas. . .In fact, you can kiss my ass because that's the only way you're ever going to touch it again!" She walked toward the bedroom door, then stopped and turned back to him. "There's plenty of men out in the desert that got more going on than you. I'm sure I'll find someone that appreciates what I have to offer....have a nice divorce, Jonas."

With that parting comment, she walked down the hall and went out the front door.

"Whew!" Jonas said, happy that she'd left at least. Now she was Lance's problem.

Jonas locked the front door and went to take a quick shower before his daughter arrived. He stepped in to the stall and began lathering up, thinking about his afternoon tryst with the delectable Carmen.

Too bad she turned out to be a mental bitch. . she was a hot little number!he thought. Then began to replay the fuck he'd given her in his mind.

Soon, he caught himself snapping back to reality and realized that he'd tarried too long under the water. How long had he zoned out?

He turned off the shower and stepped out to dry off.

"Daaddddd!"

Oh, shit. She's here.He hurriedly toweled and combed his hair, wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door to his bedroom.

"Hi, Dad." Nikki was sitting on the bed, waiting for him.

"Hi, Nikki....you should give me a little warning that you were out here. I could have walked out without a towel." Jonas said jokingly and couldn't help noticing the look that Nikki was giving him. Her eyes went up and down his body.

"Sorry, Dad....come on and give me a hug." Nikki walked up to him and put her arms around him. Jonas had never seen her so affectionate but it was probably due to the troubles he and his wife were having.

"Hey, I'm getting you all wet!" Jonas pushed her away and saw that the front of her blouse was splotched with wetness.

"Don't worry. It'll dry." Nikki laughed and she began rubbing her hand on the wet area which just happened to be on her bosom. Jonas couldn't help but notice the way her breasts shook under her stroking fingers. And then he noticed that he could see the outlines of nipples as well.

She's really grown up,he thought moving his eyes elsewhere.

"So, what did you buy for dinner?" he asked as he walked over to the dresser.

"Beef stroganoff. . .your favorite. I'll let you get dressed." She blew him a kiss and walked out of the room.

She's really acting strange. We hardly ever talked much this last year or two and now she like every father's dream daughter.....well, maybe this divorce will be the best thing that ever happened in our relationship.

Dismissing it for the moment, he put on some shorts and a polo shirt and went out to be with his daughter.

Nikki out did herself on the dinner; it was as good as her mother made it. They went out on the deck afterward and watched the sun set as they drank some wine. Their conversation had not gotten onto the topic of his marital troubles and he decided to bring it up.

"Nikki, I want you to know that I'm going to do right by your mother and you," he promised, sitting beside her on the bench that sat under the kitchen window and giving her knee a loving pat.

"I know you will. We'll all be okay. You've got the right to be happy too, Dad. Mom told me about what you did."

Jonas felt like he'd been kicked in the stomach. He known Stella would paint him bad in front of Nikki.

"Nikki. I'm not proud of what I did..."

"Dad, it's okay," Nikki cut him off, rising to her feet and walking a few feet in front of him to lean against the railing and look out at the purplish horizon. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of."

Jonas schrunched his brow in surprise. He'd cheated on her mother, she may not know he'd done it repeatedly, but her mother had told her about the trip to Lance's place.

"Nikki, that's not true."

Nikki spun and leaned against the railing, looking at him.

"Dad, there's nothing wrong with wanting to have a little fun....if Mom wasn't keeping you satisfied, then you had to find it elsewhere."

"That's not fair to your mother, Nikki. It wasn't about your mother..."

"Oh, come on, Dad!" Nikki said laughing at his assertion. "Let's at least be honest....you wanted something new, something younger."

Jonas was put off that his daughter was hitting so close to home. He was supposed to be a role model to her and she was laying out his weakness for the flesh like it was all right.

"I think we better change the subject," Jonas stammered out.

"No, let's not change the subject," Nikki said, took a drink of her wine and then continued, "I like the subject of sex. We never had the talk about sex...you let Mom do that."

Jonas decided to let the conversation go on. He was a grown up and Nikki was 20, so they could talk like adults about things.

"Well, Nikki, I thought it would be easier. . .for you."

"It was some talk. I was fifteen and here comes Mother to tell me the facts of life......what you two didn't know was that I wasn't a virgin then."

"What?"

"Dad, I was fifteen, for God's sake. . and this is L.A. And I was pretty. . .the boys were all over me."

"This is very personal, Nikki...."

"Dad, we should be able to talk openly about sex." Nikki walked back over and sat beside him. "Everyone is so hung up about the subject. I'm surprised you are after what you were doing. . .I'm curious, did you and Uncle Lance make love to that woman one at a time or all together?"

Jonas could see a slight smile on her lips as she waited his answer. He drained his glass and thought about whether he should answer.

"All right, Dad, keep your little secret...I'll tell you one of mine."

"Maybe you shouldn't," Jonas said and poured himself some more wine.

"No, I will. Because it sort of dovetails with what you've been up to. . . .I do three-ways regularly. . .don't look so shocked, Dad, it might be genetic."

"All right, Nikki. . .why don't you tell me why you're doing this?!" Jonas lost his cool at the way his young daughter seemed to be playing with his mind. He got up and looked down at her.

"You really want to know?" Nikki said.

"Yes, let's get it out in the open."

"Okay, here it is then. . . I think both of us are a lot alike. I saw you in a different light and I thought there was a chance to get closer, since we were open to new things sexually."

"Nikki, I would like to be closer to you but I can't see how our sex lives are going to make us closer...what do you want to do? Trade stories?"

"We could if you want to," Nikki said, twirling her hair. "But I'd rather make our own stories."

"Our own stories?"

"Yeah, me and you."

"Nikki.....I hope you are not suggesting..."

Nikki shook her head yes. "Me and you......fucking back in your bed.... think about it...I'm willing."

"You're my daughter, Nikki, you're talking crazy!" Jonas felt like he was in some warped dream. His daughter was coming onto him!

"Is it crazy, Dad?" Nikki got up and moved close in front of him.

Jonas grabbed her arms and held her at arms-length like she was a leper. It felt ridiculous as soon as he did it but he thought she was going to grab his crotch or something.

"Relax, Dad......just relax."

"Nikki, I can't...I may be like you but I can't do this. Try to understand."

Jonas felt the weight she had been leaning into his hands lessen and she seemed to relax herself. She looked down at the deck, then back up to him.

"Okay. . .I'm sorry, Dad. I'm not going to push the point...if you don't want to, I understand. I'd tell you to forget it but I'm sure you couldn't."

"Well, it was a crazy suggestion..." Jonas said relieved as he let go of her arms.

"You must think there's something wrong with me, huh?" Nikki said walking to the railing and looking out at the dark ocean.

"No. . no...let's just blame it on the wine." Jonas joked as he breathed easier.

"Okay. . . . it was the wine." Nikki agreed, quickly. "I better clean up the dishes."

She walked by him into the house.

Christ, that was weird!Jonas reflected.Nikki was acting like a total slut a minute ago....proposing that we have sex. I wonder if she was telling the truth about having group sex?....I can't even think about it. I'll shoo her out of here after the dishes are through.

He went into the house to find Nikki scrubbing the casserole dish she'd used.

"Listen, why don't you leave that and I'll finish up later? I'm sure your Mom is anxious to spend some time with you tonight."

"Oh, I guess I didn't tell you. I'm staying here tonight."

"Uh, I really think you ought to go back and stay at home tonight."

"Dad, I okayed it with Mom. She knows I'm here. Go ahead and call her if you want." The last thing Jonas wanted to do was talk to Stella.

"Well, I'm sure she did but. . .well, after what we were just talking about, I think maybe you should go back home."

"Dad, I'm not going to suggest anything like that again. . .you can lock your bedroom door if you want," she said with a laugh.

"Well, okay," Jonas relented. She was right; nothing was going to happen unless he wanted it to.

Later, around 10 P.M., the two of them were sitting watching TV. Jonas was actually watching it; Nikki was thinking of her next move.

Think.....the straight ahead attempt sure didn't work. I've got to tease him a little. It may not happen tonight. I planted the idea and it might one day blossom but a little water right now is needed.

Then an idea came to her.

She got up from the swiveling easy chair and her father, sitting on the couch on the opposite side of the room, looked away form the TV to her.

"I'm going to get ready for bed," Nikki said innocently and walked back to her bedroom. She kept some clothes at the beach house for weekend visits and she went through them to find the perfect item.

Jonas looked back up as Nikki came back into the living room, brushing her hair out. She'd put on a long nightshirt to sleep in and it wasn't long enough to suit Jonas's standards, not after the thing she'd suggested. The shirt came down to just above mid-thigh. Normally, he won't even have noticed. But now he was looking at her young, shapely legs.

Just look at the TV,he told himself.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nikki sit back down in the chair she had left.

"Dad? What did I miss in the movie?"

Jonas looked at Nikki, trying to think of something to say because he'd lost track of the plot himself. Nikki was combing back her hair, sitting in the chair facing him with her legs slightly open and Jonas could see right up under her shirt.

He looked back at the TV quickly, the image still burning in his mind - her dark pubic hair and the vertical crease of her womanhood.

"Ah....I was flicking around when you were out. I lost track of things."

Is she doing that on purpose? I can't believe she's not!Jonas could see her in his periphery vision as she put down her brush on the table next to the chair and she turned the chair full on toward the TV. It would be safe to look at her now.

Nikki leaned forward in her chair and rubbed the shin of her right leg, the one closest to him. Then she straightened the leg out in front of her and looked at it. Then she brought the whole leg up toward her face, keeping it straight like a Rocketeer. Her nightshirt rode down all the way down to her rear. Jonas took in the soft skin of her upper thigh and the side of her lower asscheek before he looked again at the TV.

She is doing that on purpose! Well, I'm not going to sit here and let her do it any longer.

He got up and stretched.

"I'm bushed. .I think I'll turn in. See you in the morning."

He headed for his bedroom.

He almost ran out of here! I guess he got an eyeful,Nikki thought after he left. The evening had not gone as she had hoped but there was always tomorrow.

She watched TV for another half hour and then turned it off. Turning out all the lights, she went down the hall to her room. She put her hairbrush back in her bathroom and got into bed, laying on top of the covers since the evening was warm.

She wasn't really tired, so she lay there, replaying her conversation with her father. She wished she had said different things at different points and she imagined having had actually convincing him.

I'd be in bed with him right now.....and we'd be doing something great.... something so wild!

As she thought about being underneath her father's body, her hand moved under her nightshirt and began rubbing her tingling pussy. It felt so good, she kept it up. Soon, she had a nice orgasm in the loneliness of her room.