Ask Your Father Ch. 02

Lily ran a hand inside her father's jacket. She had noticed immediately how great he looked in a close-fitting gray jacket and pants. His shirt looked expensive and fit him so well: a handsome, white and slim fitting button up. Lily couldn't believe she was going on her first real date with a real man as handsome as her father.

"Do you feel that," Lily asked, taking her father's hand and placing it right above the exposed half of her breast, "my heart is beating so fast daddy, I don't know why you make me so nervous."

John almost forgot to respond after feeling the swell of her teenage chest against the side of his hand, "Oh honey," he managed, "it's me who should be nervous. People are going to wonder what a girl who looks like she stepped out of one of those fashion magazines is doing with an old guy like me.

Again Lily's heart flipped over in her chest, "DAAAAAD! I wish I could tell you how many times my friends have said they want to bang you. In that jacket....ohhh," she gasped, continuing to rub his chest and playing with a button right between his big chest muscles, "Are you sure I shouldn't pull this dress up a little and you can fuck me over the table there the way you like?"

Of course that gave John an instant erection, but they'd waited too long.

"No," he said strongly, "we are going out to the car."

Lily could tell it took him a lot of strength to deny her. Even the thought of having her father inside her was making her neglected pussy tingle with desire. But she appeased him, walking outside to a beautiful summer evening, glad she wouldn't need a jacket.

The car was gorgeous: not just any towncar but a brand new luxury vehicle with soft leather seats and music and a delicious champagne her dad poured her after speaking quietly with the driver. During the most memorable car ride Lily had ever taken, she told John all about her day. He couldn't help but feel aroused when she talked about how often she was naked. He hadn't seen her like that in a few days and he had to pinch himself to respect her and not push the straps of her dress hungrily down over her shoulders.

"Daddy," she asked sweetly, "how long are you going to make me wait?"

"Come on Lil', don't make this harder on me," he begged, "it's time I treated you like a real girlfriend, no.... better. Soon enough we can be more than that,"

Lily swooned, "well, how about tonight... I'm just 'yours'?" she asked.

"I'd love that." he agreed.

More and more, Lily was becoming everything he ever wanted. Beautiful, adventurous, happy, and willing to give herself wholly into a relationship. Rachel would have never agreed to go to an undisclosed location, or even put as much effort into getting ready. Where Lily was happy just to be with her dad for now, Rachel would have been constantly pushing for a label on the relationship or the next big step. He was still having trouble coping with the lie that had gotten them through the last twenty-some years, but with Lily at his side it seemed so much easier to bear.

"NO. WAY." Lily proclaimed, looking out the window and up at the building as they were coming to a stop. She looked back at him, looking for an explanation. The brand new building downtown... the one with the restaurant at the very top that took some five or six weeks to get a reservation for.

John just smiled.

"DAD!" She cried. Only famous people went there; or at least that's what her friends said.

Still, he smiled back. He wasn't royalty or anything, he'd just helped out the owner of the restaurant by introducing him to the building owners when the plans were still confidential. It really was just a coincidence, but the owner had offered that he call any time he wanted a table and he could expect the best service available. John might have cashed in for his anniversary with Rachel, but this was so much better.

She was so enamored, looking up at the clear wall of glass that extended multiple stories high for the main entrance that she didn't even notice her dad get out and come around to her door.

"For you Lily," he said, offering his hand for help stepping out of the car, "anything."

Lily felt like she was in a movie, all the way up to the top floor where the restaurant was.

"Go ahead, push the button," John said, trying to snap her out of the daydreamy state she'd been in. Lily had to loosen the tight grip she had on her father's arm just to reach the button, and pushing it gave her just as much satisfaction as when she was a little kid.

"Mr. Fiorella!" A man in an incredibly expensive suit said as he spotted them walking up to the hostess. Lily hadn't ever heard their name pronounced by someone who was actually Italian.

"So good to see you again John," he said with that thick accent, stopping quite dramatically when he saw Lily and smacking his foot on the ground. "And who...is...this beauty on your arm?"

"This is m..."

"Hi I'm Lily, John's daughter," she interjected. John forgot for a moment that Lily was a forward, independent girl. With Rachel, he always had to tote her around. "I'm so sorry my dad hasn't told me about you, but what's your name?"

"John, I'm hurt!" The man feigned. "My name is Marco D'Agosto and this is my restaurant," he said motioning with his hand, "though tonight. bella, it is yours."

With that, Marco bent and kissed Lily's hand. John might have been jealous if he didn't know Marco so well. They'd met in Italy many years ago when he and his wife were vacationing and she'd gone to bed far too early as usual. They'd met out on the piazza and Marco had taken John all around the city, introducing him to women and clubs and hot spots he'd never have seen otherwise, always at night when his wife chickened out. John flown over the Atlantic many times to visit him since and he, thankfully, never changed. Marco was always affectionate with women but ultimately harmless.

Leading them to the table, Marco was probably relaying a similar story to Lily as John trailed behind. No complaint from him, because Lily's dress was equally stunning from the back. Lily did catch him checking her out, biting her lip and squinting at him when she looked back and then returned to Marco's story.

Finally, he opened two large doors that led out to a private balcony. It was tucked into the side of the building to protect from the wind, but despite being the most beautiful part of the restaurant, empty. The other tables were set with candles that were obviously centered around their table

"Marco, you didn't hold this for us did you?" John asked

"Of course I did," Marco said, "It's just one night, and I couldn't help myself, I owe you everything Giovanni!"

"You shouldn't have," said John, "I won't complain any more, but only this time, you promise? Only because this is for Lily."

"Yes sir," he said, exaggerating and turning so Lily could see his fingers crossed behind his back. "I'll send a waiter with our favorite wine from back home, capice?"

"Marco," Lily's dad said, "thank you, truly."

John watched Lily blow his old friend a kiss as she sat down. She was so proper and graceful, John knew she could fit in anywhere. As he took his own seat, Lily was looking all around her and then over the railing just next to their table. When her eyes found her dad's she leaned in as close as possible and said, not too quietly:

"I want to fuck you so bad right now."

John smiled and then darted his eyes back and forth, "Lily! Careful!"

"What?" she said, "I think Marco would tell his guests to look away if you asked him to,"

"Maybe," John laughed. He had obviously impressed her.

Before the wine came, Lily made him tell her everything about Marco and how the hell he'd gotten in such high regard with the interesting man. And in no time, they'd gone through a bottle of wine. Nobody dared ask Lily her age, eighteen-year-olds simply didn't look as beautiful as she did that night.

"Daddy," she said sweetly, feeling emboldened by the wine, "it's going to work this time. We are going to get pregnant, I know it, maybe tonight."

She took another swig of wine, "I think I have mom under control for now, but I don't know what we'll do once I miss my first period."

"Does that scare you baby?" John asked.

"No, no!" Lily assured him, "I just didn't plan that far."

"It's okay Lily," John told his troubled daughter, "I think I've got that figured out."

"Really?" She asked with a mix of excitement and hesitation.

"Well I still really want you to go to school, and I you do too, right?" John said, watching his daughter nod. "And we've got plenty of schools to choose from since you got in to so many."

"What if we picked our favorite city out of them and moved there?"

"You'd do that...for me?" She asked, completely shocked.

"Lily, I told you, I'm not leaving your side, ever. It's still your choice, we could forget the whole thing and wait until you're done with school. I'll still want you to have our baby, I know it."

Lily looked mad, "Are you changing your mind Dad?" she exclaimed

"Shhhh," he said, watching her grit her teeth, "No, I have been imagining how beautiful you are going to look and thinking non-stop about getting you pregnant since we first talked about it on vacation and honestly quite a bit before that"

Her look softened.

"I want to make a baby with you more than anything, I just want to do it right by you."

Lily looked embarrassed for overreacting. It was hard to keep all her strong feelings at bay. "No daddy, I think you're idea is great. I could go to school for at least a semester, have the baby and then go back,"

"I'll make sure you have plenty of time to do that, we can hire help, I can work from home..." John said, "I don't really have to work right now, just need to keep myself busy."

"I can keep you busy dad," Lily flirted.

"I know you can Lil', so we can make all of these decisions together once we move. But we'll have to keep everything a secret until its done."

Lily agreed, knowing there was still more plans to be made. But in a way, the evening felt like they were finally a real couple, with real plans to be together, not just slinking around when her mother was asleep.

Dinner was incredible, even better than Lily expected. They talked about everything and nothing as usual, both father and daughter felt a connection unlike any they'd experienced before. Whether it was talking about music or the way Lily had slipped out of a shoe and was gently rubbing his calf They'd gone through two bottles of wine in a few hours, and Lily was finding that it made her so horny she couldn't take it.

"Daddy, I really want you," she whispered too loud, "will you take me home?"

"Just one more thing honey," John promised, hearing his restless daughter groan in frustration.

Marco came out a few minutes later. She'd seen them talking quietly when John went to the bathroom.

"Ms. Fiorella, would you please take my arm?" Marco asked, "I'd like to show you to dessert."

Lily was slightly drunk and totally confused. John had to laugh that Marco would try to get close to his daughter one more time before they left, but he could see that the Italian was only making things better for him. Lily obviously wanted to be closer to her dad at that moment, so she wanted him all the more.

Marco took them through the kitchen, past his private office and finally to a staircase that shouldn't have existed. A very anxious Lily had thought for sure they were on the top floor.

"This is a place I reserve for the most private of occasions," Marco said, "your dad said you'd love to see it."

Lily carefully took each step of the sheek-looking staircase one at a time. When they reached the top, Marco had to leave her in the darkness of the upper corridor. Lily felt her dad move in close behind her, touching her softly on the backside, but not so much as to make his intentions obvious to Marco. Ahead of them, Marco threw open a door and revealed the uppermost terrace.

It was breathtaking.

A better view, unbelievably, than that below. In the middle of some of the most comfortable looking, cream-colored, outdoor sofas and other beautiful dining furniture there was a huge, circular stone fireplace blazing with flame. Like below, the walls and ceiling had been erected to protect about half of the terrace from wind. Warm, cedar slats ran in concentric circles until the room gave way to the beautiful night sky.

Seeing she didn't need to be explained the importance of this place, Marco excused himself saying, "your dad said you had some important decisions to make, I'll make sure nobody interrupts you." and closed the door behind him.

What her dad had said to Marco Lily didn't know, but she didn't need to. She slowly wandered out into the middle of the open-ended room and turned to face her dad.

"I already made my decision daddy," she said with a wonderfully seductive look, "what now?"

John didn't have an answer for her. He saw in his daughter's eyes that she could wait no more, and so he stood silently waiting for her next move.

With that, she pushed the shoulder of her dress off.

And then the other.

Two tiny straps remained. John was dying to see what they led to.

"You've been mean daddy," she said, "getting me all riled up and making me wait."

He wanted to bull-rush her, rip her dress to shreds and make her scream at the top of her lungs, but he didn't. He couldn't move, and he couldn't look away.

"But I've been mean too," she said, stepping down from one shoe.

"Making YOU wait," she kicked the other shoe off her foot and it slid about half the distance to her dad.

"Dressing like this," she whispered, maneuvering her arm under one of the shoulders of the dress.

"Hoping you'll look," she said, darting her eyes to his,

"But knowing you can't touch," finally the other strap.

And then he watched, completely mesmerized, as Lily grabbed the bottom of the dress and expertly wiggled and shimmied her way out of it. Inch by inch, the fabric followed her hands down her legs.

First it gave way to the tops of a black, push up bra. More of her young breasts showed above the supportive cups than within, each of which were made of black lace covering a pink colored patch of fabric which held her wonderful globes in place. When it cleared her bra, her breasts were allowed to expand to full size, unburdened by the tight dress. John didn't believe they could get bigger, but they did. The thought made him smile as Lily turned sideways so he could watch her bend to pull the dress the rest of the way down.

It finally gave way to her bottoms, and boy was it worth the wait. A tiny pair of pink lace panties hugged her hips, with an inch or so of transparent fabric like a skirt hung loosely from the hem. Watching her shimmy to finally exit the dress, with the starry, black sky and fire behind her, Lily was a goddess. When she stood up and saw her dad could not move or speak, she called to him, with an arm outstretched.

"It's okay daddy, you can touch me now."

John walked, entranced, toward the clasping and unclasping hand of his nearly-naked teenage daughter. That reality had still not set in. Perhaps he hoped it never would. Even when they finally settled down, had children and shared the love of a long and fulfilling life, it would still be a fantasy that John had been allowed to live out of sheer luck.

When their hands connected, the trance was over. Touching Lily activated his love, lust and everything he'd had to hold back since over a week before.

He grabbed Lily's hips in his hands, turning her and pulling her right against him. Lily immediately went for his jacket. She pushed it off his shoulders and was unbuttoning his shirt before the gray coat fell to the floor. Then his pants; it all came off and John stood there on the floor of the terrace ready to give his daughter what they both wanted.

He picked her up under the arms and threw her backward. Lily didn't even know there was a couch behind her until she landed with a soft thud. And then her dad was on her. He'd managed to get his socks and shoes off before she could even sit up to see him.

She was only able to sit straight for a second before he grabbed at her leg like an animal and tugged it so she was on her back again. He kissed from her ankle to her knee, and up her wonderful, smooth thigh. "Oh god dad," Lily gasped as she felt him get close to her pussy.

He pulled again, sliding Lily further so her arms went over her head and her face was nearer to his. John kissed her belly button, her flawless abs and up to the breasts he'd been dying to touch all night.

Lily moaned as he took a huge mouthful of her left breast and bit gently. She loved when he bit her.

Finally, John made it up her chest, past her collarbone, neck and to the side of her face. Lily turned needily, he was making her work for a kiss on the lips.

Lily had been waiting too long. She'd been dreaming of this moment since, well, since a second after the last time they'd had sex. But certainly all day at the spa she'd known this was coming. A few feet away, the flames cast flickering heat in their direction, but it was nothing compared to the fiery attraction between them. The teenager grabbed ahold of her father's cock through his underwear.

"Daddy please," she begged, pushing him from the nape of her neck where he'd been kissing and sucking her into a frenzy. "please don't make me wait any longer," He forced his pelvis against hers, "pleAASEEEE!" she cried, feeling his cock mash against her clit.

John didn't want to wait any longer either. In seconds he'd grabbed her adorable panties from her thin waist and tugged them forcefully off. Once again Lily felt intimidated and dominated; he did the same with her bra.

Lily did her part and pushed his boxers down so that his huge cock sprung free. Lily hadn't felt it inside her in too long, but as usual it looked too big to actually fit in her tiny body. But judging by the way Lily's hips were lifting off the cushion and her eyes were wide with overflowing desire, she was ready to try.

John reached down and directed his tip to her opening. Lily took a deep breath in anticipation.

But he only allowed it to part her lips, rubbing it up her slit and then wiggling back and forth oh her clit. The teenager twitched as she felt her father's head at her most sensitive spot, but it wasn't enough. A few more seconds of her uncontrollable spasming, getting so wet she was almost in tears, and she grabbed him on his side until her father winced in pain.

"Stop it!" she yelled, mustering every bit of composure she could find, "Fuck me daddy...now."

That's when he made her scream. John lined up with his daughter's tunnel, grabbed both of her hips and sank into her in one, long, slow, stroke. No matter how long he took, John was simply too big for his little girl to keep her howl at bay.

"DAAAaaaaaaaadyyyy, ooooooooooooouuuuwhhhhhhhhh" She bawled.

That was all it took, as soon as Lily felt her father's hips come in contact with her own, she dug her nails into his back on both sides. Her abs tensed, her eyes shut tight, and her legs pulled him what little there was left to go. John had never heard of it happening, but there was his little girl, cumming after one thrust inside her tiny pussy and screaming for daddy as she did.

The wine was the only thing that saved him. If John hadn't drank more than a bottle to keep his little girl from getting too drunk, he'd be filling up his youngest's quim with semen after one thrust. But they were both lucky. As soon as John could feel his little girl's walls loosening, he urged an inch at a time in and out. Lily wasn't done cumming, and when he made it about half way out after three or four thrusts, she was right back at it.

"Stop daddy....oh godd....I can't bre....I can't...ughhh,.... PLEAAAAAASSE!"