Fourth of July Week with Dad

No one under the age of 18 is engaged in any sort of sexual activity in this work of fiction. It is neither implied, inferred, suggested, nor endorsed by this author.

If you're looking for the wham-bam, thank you ma'am sex story within the first 700 words, go on to another story. This story takes some build up and some teasing in order to entice the reader to WANT to see what is going to happen between daughter and dad. I hope you enjoy.

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Main characters -

Leanne Jorgenson, daughter, age 23, 34B-24-36, 5'7", 125 lbs., dark brown hair, brown eyes.

Craig Jorgenson, Dad, 47, 6'1", 210 lbs., black hair with a hint of graying, brown eyes.

It had been a little over seven months since the last time I had seen my Dad in person face to face. We had, however, Face Timed over the phone three times per week, for as long as I can remember, so we could stay abreast of each other's lives. I was looking forward to spending the week of 4th of July with him at the beach house in Gulf Shores, Alabama. This is the same beach house Dad had usually rented for us each year since I was a little girl.

I was flying home to see Dad so we could drive to Gulf Shores and enjoy 4th of July week. I took my seat on the plane and prepared for takeoff.

I grew up in the small town of Brewton, Alabama nestled in Escambia County in the southern part of the state. Mom and Dad wanted me to be able to stay in the same school system during my entire academic career from K-12 before venturing off to college. I was in the band and on the golf team in high school. I loved music, specifically the snare drum and quint drums, and loved the challenge of trying to get that silly little white ball in a small round hole in the ground. Call me weird but mastering challenges was ingrained into my DNA I guess.

Yes, I did mention my Mom or, dare I say, poor excuse for a Mom. I was nine when Dad kicked her out of the house. She was caught embezzling money from one of the local banks and was sent to prison for a very long time because the amount was over $100K. It was pretty easy for Dad to get her to sign the divorce papers because she had royally embarrassed herself and stained the family's reputation. And, if you know Brewton, you know reputation is extremely important.

Dad was blue collar all the way. He came from a farming family. My grandparents on both sides of the family, their parents, and several generations on back, all made their living in the farming industry. Dad could fix anything that needed a wrench taken to it and could make any crop grow with some water, fertilizer, and an little TLC. I think that was what I respected about him so much. He had a work ethic that was unmatched by anyone I knew.

Anyway, after Mom "went away", it was just me and him in the house. Both my grandmas and great grandmas taught me how to cook so I made sure that Dad never went without eating a meal. I even got up extra early every morning just to make sure he had breakfast before he started his work day and I packed his lunches to make sure he ate lunch during the day at his job. This included any school breaks and summer breaks. The only times I never cooked for him was when I went to summer band camps and summer golf camps. My grandmas told me not to fret because they would make sure Dad was taken care of while I was gone.

As the plane rushed down the runway and into the skies over Charleston, South Carolina, I couldn't help but think about all the quality time Dad and I had spent together over the years while I was growing up. He made sure I always had clothes, food, and money for anything I needed. Most importantly, he made sure I was happy. Just being with him and learning about life and the things that were important made me very happy. He was my hero, my role model, my everything.

The plane touched down in Atlanta. I had a 90 minute layover before my next flight to Pensacola, Florida. Brewton didn't have an airport and Pensacola was the closest place I could fly into. I went into the bar near my gate and ordered a Corona with lime and called Dad.

"Hello?"

"Hey Dad. How are you?"

"I'm good, Sugarfoot. How about you?"

"I'm good. Just having a beer here at the bar before I catch my connecting flight to Pensacola."

"That's good. I just got out of the shower. I'll be getting dressed in a minute and heading to Pensacola to wait for your flight to come in. Hey, how do you feel about going to Jeremy's Seafood for dinner?"

"Dad, you KNOW how much I LOVE Jeremy's, especially the shrimp scampi. I ain't gonna say no."

"Awesome. So, I shall see you in a couple of hours then."

"Can't wait Dad. I love you."

"I love you Leanne."

I hung up and took another swig of my beer. As I sat there at the bar, I pondered in my mind whether or not other young ladies were fortunate enough to have a Dad who was like mine. He was blue collar, a hard worker, and he supported me in every decision I had made in my life to this point. When I chose to attend the University of Alabama and major in Finance, he cheered for me. When I chose to accept the Financial Analyst position at a financial firm in Charleston, he supported me. He helped me pick out my townhouse, all of the furnishings, and my new car. I was truly blessed to be loved and cherished by my Dad. I finished my beer and went to have a seat near the gate where I would be boarding my flight for home.

The plane touched down in Pensacola and I was antsy with excitement to see my Dad. I couldn't wait to hug him and kiss him on the cheek. I knew he was going to smell clean like body soap and the cologne I bought him for Christmas. I knew his clothes were going to smell clean, like fabric softener, and Bounce dryer sheets. I gathered my carryon and made my way off the plane and walked toward baggage claim near the front of the airport.

As I approached baggage claim, I saw him.............................. my Dad, looking so handsome. He was dressed in a nice pair of shoes, dark blue jeans, and a red long sleeve button down shirt. We almost matched, except I had on heels and my shirt was pink. We made eye contact and smiled at each other. I dropped my carryon, ran the last few feet of space that separated us, jumped into his arms, and wrapped my legs and arms around him. I nuzzled my face into his neck and I could smell the cologne I had bought him. Damn, he smelled so good. I didn't know if my legs were squeezing the air out of him but it felt so good to be hugging Dad.

I got back to my feet and looked into his eyes and he spoke -

"Hey Sugarfoot. How's my girl?"

"Better now that I'm here with you."

"You ready for our vacation?"

"Yes sir. I've been counting down the days since we planned this trip back at Christmas time."

"Well, I am looking forward to this vacation. From what the owners have told me, the beach house underwent some renovations in February and March. Cosmetically, it is pretty much the same with a fresh coat of paint on the outside and new flooring in the main living room, kitchen, and dining room."

"Dad, we could stay in a thatch hut or an old raggedy tent. I wouldn't care as long as we were spending time together."

He smiled at me and we found my suitcase on the conveyor. He gathered it up and we walked to the parking garage to his car. Having dinner at Jeremy's didn't disappoint. I had shrimp scampi, my favorite, and Dad had steak and lobster, his favorite. We talked about a lot of things over dinner and, surprisingly, Dad asked about my love life.

So, Sugarfoot, any potential suitors that may become my son-in-law one day?"

"Dad, I date from time to time but I haven't found anyone that tickles my fancy. There was one guy, Trevor. He was handsome. He works at a consulting firm about two blocks from where I work. We dated for three and a half months. We ALMOST went all the way but something in my gut told me not to have sex with him. A few days after our romantic evening and almost sex, he had told a couple of his friends that we actually did have sex. They told some people and those people told some more people and I ended up getting a phone call from one of the girls in his circle who was also part of my circle. So, I confronted him in front of his boss AT HIS JOB. What busted him was when I asked him to tell his boss where my birthmark was and he had no answer."

"Well, I am glad you stuck to your gut instincts and didn't allow him to be part of your life anymore. Are you ready to head for home? We have a very long day ahead of us tomorrow."

"Sure."

Dad paid the check and left the tip. We got in the car and headed for Brewton. The whole way home, Dad and I sang along to songs on the radio. We did that a lot when I was a little girl and it felt like nothing had changed. I felt so close to him and I loved being in his company.

We got home and I took a moment to look at our house from the outside. I was truly home. Dad helped me with my bags and I unlocked the front door and deactivated the alarm. He took my bags to my room and I followed him in. Everything was exactly as it was the last time I was home. My room was my comfort zone. I felt safe. I felt at peace being here. Dad put my bags on my bed and turned to walk out. I stopped him by pulling his arm so that he could turn and face me. I approached him until we were chest to chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. He wrapped his hands around my waist.

"Dad, thank you."

"For what?" I didn't do anything except put your bags on the bed."

"No Dad. It's more than that. Thank you for dinner. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being the Dad that I love and respect so much. Just thank you. You're my world."

"You're my world too, Sugarfoot. Everything I have ever done was for you and to make sure that you never have to worry about anything and that you're safe and taken care of."

I reached up and kissed him on the cheek and he responded by kissing me on the forehead.

"Dad, what time do we have to leave tomorrow?"

"Check in is at 11 AM and it's a two hour drive. I wanted to stop and get breakfast along the way so I would say 7:30ish?"

"OK cool. I'm gonna grab a shower and crash. No sense in unpacking since we will be on the road in a few hours."

"Sounds good. Goodnight Leanne."

"Goodnight Dad."

Dad exited my bedroom and closed the door behind him. My personal hygiene stuff was in my carryon and my sleep shirt was at the top of my suitcase. I stripped and went into my bathroom to shower. I was so glad that I had my own private bathroom and thankful that Dad had insisted each bedroom have its own private bathroom when he had the house built when I was a little girl. I had become accustomed to being nude in the privacy of my home in Charleston so, after my shower, I dried off and decided to forego any pajamas or sleep shirt and slept nude until my alarm went off at 6 AM the following morning.

I got up, brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, and put it in a pony tail. I chose to wear my pink two piece bikini covered by a pair of tiny blue denim shorts, a white t-shirt, and my black Chuck Taylors. I opened my bedroom door, pulling my suitcase behind me with my carryon over my shoulder, and went into the living room. Dad was outside putting his things in the car. I went outside to join him and he put my suitcase in the trunk. I think he did a bit of a double take because I caught him staring at my butt in my shorts. My shorts were small and tight and my butt looked fabulous, courtesy of all the squats I did at the gym. I just smiled at Dad as I put my carryon in the backseat of his car. After a quick check of the house and setting the alarm, we got in the car and were on our way.

As we were driving, I sat in the passenger seat admiring the man I loved more than anything. He was so damn handsome with the rugged jawline, the nice physique, and his forearms looked so defined and muscular. I could feel myself getting a little tingly in my nether region. I took my left leg and folded it under so that my right leg was on top of my left foot. I didn't want to move around too much to give Dad any inkling that I was turned on by him.

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My inner voice talking ----- And that begged the question - why was I turned on by him? I had never been sexually attracted to him before. He was, after all, my Dad. He was my protector He was my provider. He was...............he was...............he was............... oh fuck Leanne...........snap out of it. I had to do something to steer my mind away from my yearning for my Dad.

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"So Dad, since you asked me about potential suitors last night, let me turn the tables on you. Any hot young 20 somethings chasing you that could become my new stepmom?"

Laughing, he answered. "I'm sorry, what?"

"It's a legitimate question Dad. Any hotties out there trying to bed my handsome old man?"

"Well, there's the waitress at the diner. Then there's the lady that cuts my hair. And her cousin who also has cut my hair. And there's this lady cop that lives down the street. Oh, and I can't forget about the new Science teacher at the high school. They've all let me know that they want to have a rodeo in my bed with them."

There was a stone cold silence as I stared Dad down over the top of my shades. He stared back. Then, without prompting, we both burst into laughter.

"But seriously, Leanne, I just haven't found that spark. I want that emotional connection. I want someone that I'm in lock step with. I want someone that 'moves me', ya know?"

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My inner voice talking ----- Holy fuck. Was he talking about me? Was he dropping hints? Someone that 'moves' him? Leanne, what is wrong with you? Are you in love with your Dad? Do you want him? As a lover? Forever?

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I started crying. Dad noticed.

"Sugarfoot, what's wrong? Are you OK?"

"Yeah. It's just that................it's just......"

"What is it?"

"Dad, I want so much for you to have a soulmate, someone you can laugh with, someone you can cry with, have long deep talks with, go on long walks with, be completely open with each other. No secrets. No lies. The first person you think about when you wake up in the morning. The last person you think about when you go to sleep at night. I want that for you."

I noticed Dad's cheeks turn a little flushed. Although the air conditioner in the car was on, it felt like it was 150 degrees right then. Dad reached for my left hand and pulled it to his mouth. He kissed the back of my hand and looked at me.

"One day Leanne. One day. I will."

And a tear rolled down his cheek. I pretended not to notice and looked out the window and sang along to the song "Call Me The Breeze" by Lynyrd Skynyrd on the radio....Call me the breeze, I keep blowing down the road.................

We got to the beach house in Gulf Shores and used the keypad to gain access and deactivate the alarm. I helped Dad bring our luggage inside. Dad's bedroom and bathroom were at one end of the house and mine was at the other. Each bedroom had French doors and the occupants could walk on the outside deck from bedroom to bedroom if the choice was made to do so.

We took about a half hour to unpack and settle in and decided that buying groceries for the week was a priority. We drove to the local Publix grocery store about eight miles away to stock up on what we needed. Once back at the beach house, we put items in the fridge and freezer and the charcoal outside on the deck next to the grill. The back deck was screened in so that the mosquitoes would be held at bay. All the doors and windows also had screens so fresh air could be enjoyed all day and all night long.

I fixed lunch, which consisted of ham, cheese, and turkey sandwiches, with chips and sour cream and onion dip, and a cold soda on ice. After we ate, we cleaned up and decided to walk down to the beach, which was only about 100 feet away, and enjoy the sand and surf. I went to my bedroom and took off my shorts, t-shirt, and sneakers and put on my sandals and sunscreen. I met Dad in the kitchen and I caught myself staring at him. He looked handsome. No. No. No. My Dad looked FUCKING HOT!!!!!!!!! I felt myself go weak in the knees and was thankful I could lean against the kitchen counter for a few seconds. I wanted to jump his bones. I ain't gonna lie.

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My inner voice talking ----- Leanne, get a hold on yourself. What you're feeling is lust. You haven't had anything inside your pussy other than your fingers, your toys, and the pulsating water from your shower head back in Charleston. No. It isn't lust. It's love. It's want. It's desire. It's an aching to please the man you love and an aching to be pleased by him as well.

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I smiled at Dad. "Shall we?"

"Yeah Sugarfoot. Let's go."

While my bikini bottom was full coverage, I couldn't help but feel my ass getting hot thinking about my Dad staring at it. Was he staring? I hoped so. Did he want me? I hoped so. Would he make a move on me? I hoped so. Would I give myself to him? DAMN RIGHT I WOULD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dad had on dark blue swimming trunks. He looked so good. We dropped our towels and took turns applying sun screen to each other's back. I made a point to stand so that he could get a good look at the roundness of my butt. I wanted so much to feel his hands cup my ass cheeks and pull them apart and slip his fingers into both of my hungry holes. After he had rubbed the lotion on me, it was my turn to get my hands on him. I covered his entire back but I guess I got a little distracted because rubbing the lotion into him turned into a very slow and deliberate massage of his back muscles, a point that didn't go unnoticed by him.

"WOW, your hands are amazing Leanne. I haven't had a back rub like that in a good, long while. Thank you."

"You're so welcome Dad. Care to hit the water?"

"Let's go."

He grabbed my left hand with his right, interlocking our fingers together. We walked like that down to the water's edge. For a few fleeting moments, I didn't feel like his daughter. I felt like a girlfriend, a lover, a wife, a special lady in his life. I can't pick out the right word. All I knew was that it felt so right.

He released his hand from mine and dove into the cool gulf water. It was clear blue and the white sand felt amazing under my feet and between my toes. I dove in behind him. We swam around and splashed each other for close to an hour and decided to exit the water and walk along the beach. I liked the location of our beach house because we weren't around a lot of people. The nearest tenants were a quarter mile in either direction. The stretch of beach we were on wasn't open to the general public and I was glad. Being mostly a private beach area was going to provide me with the opportunity to wear my smaller, more revealing bikini the next day.

Dad and I left our towels where we had dropped them and walked down the beach for a few minutes before we decided to head back and start on dinner. We were both getting hungry. We both decided to shower and meet in the kitchen afterwards. I showered and changed into a pair of loose fitting purple cotton shorts and a small white tank top. Since the ocean breeze felt so good coming in through the windows, I decided against panties and bra. If the wind made my nipples hard, I wasn't going to complain, especially if Dad noticed.

I got dressed, dabbed a hint of perfume behind my ears, and went into the kitchen. Seeing Dad sent a jolt of excitement to my clit. Dad had on a pair of beige shorts and he wasn't wearing a shirt. Damn, that man looked delicious and more than good enough to eat. Actually, I knew what I wanted to eat and I knew what I wanted him to eat, too.

"Hey Dad. What's on the menu tonight?"

"Well, I have our steaks on the grill already and I have some tater tots in the oven. How's that sound?"