GF's Dad Pt. 01

Grateful for Keira's protective humor and James's good-natured response, I smiled, feeling at ease with this wonderful pair. "I'm up for trying some workouts," I said with a touch of enthusiasm. "It sounds like a great way to stay active and bond during our vacation."

Keira wrapped her arm around mine, her touch bringing a sense of comfort and warmth. "See, Alex is always up for an adventure," she teased affectionately, her eyes shining with love.

James nodded approvingly, appreciating my willingness to embrace new experiences. "That's the spirit," he said, giving me a friendly pat on the back. "We'll have some fun, and you'll get a taste of my workout routine."

At that moment, surrounded by the playful banter and the genuine camaraderie, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of belonging. It was clear that this vacation was shaping up to be an unforgettable experience, one that would further strengthen the bonds between me, Keira, and her father.

"Alright, you two rest up, it's my sauna time," James announced with a relaxed smile.

"First, I want to catch up with my old friends. Babe, could you please freshen up? My phone's blowing up with texts from them, and they can't wait to see us," Keira suggested with an excited grin.

"Then Alex, why don't you join me in the sauna? It's a great way to unwind and relax," James suggested with a friendly smile.

"I'll catch up with you both later," Keira said, giving me a warm smile before leaning in to give me a sweet kiss.

"Alex, come with me," James instructed. However, upon noticing my struggle with the backpacks, he approached me and kindly took all the bags from my hands, as if I were his responsibility.

After stashing all the bags in Keira's old room, we both entered the sauna, each of us clad in a towel. James's physique was on display, capturing attention effortlessly as the towel was wrapped around his waist, situated just above where his genitalia began. The open expanse revealed more than just his chiseled chest and abdomen -- I could see his toned legs and even the alluring sight of his lower abdomen. His confident stance conveyed a sense of comfort and ease as if the sauna was his natural habitat. The warm light of the sauna played upon his ebony skin, accentuating the lines of his body and the droplets of moisture that adorned his shoulders. With his skin glistening and his presence commanding the small space, James stood as a living embodiment of vitality and confidence.

James noticed that my gaze had lingered on his trimmed pubic area, and he chuckled softly. "Sorry about that," he said with a casual smile. "Normally, I don't wear anything in the sauna."

"Aaa, I was admiring those lines on your lower abdomen. Forgive me, but I really find them attractive," I said, my cheeks tinged with a slight blush.

"Ahhh, I was admiring those lines on your lower abdomen. Forgive me, but I really find them attractive," I said, my cheeks tinged with a slight blush.

"I'll definitely give it my best shot, sir," I replied with determination.

"That's the spirit. Come closer, let me take a look," James encouraged with a friendly smile.

I stepped closer to him and stood still, awaiting his inspection.

"Loosen the towel," James instructed.

Feeling a bit shy and unsure of how to respond to his request, I hesitated for a moment.

"I mean, let me see your abdomen. You want to work on that V-shape, right?" James clarified with a reassuring smile.

Feeling a mixture of nervousness and determination, I loosened my towel, holding it securely around my genital area while letting James see my clean-shaven abdomen, showcasing the area I was eager to work on.

"May I?" James asked and without waiting for my answer, placed one hand on my abdomen and the other on my lower back, gently pulling me closer. "Wow, you have really smooth skin," he remarked, his touch tender and appreciative.

"Keira and I have been working out together to keep ourselves in shape," I said with a hint of uncertainty. "She doesn't let me do any heavy lifting or anything like that."

"I know my daughter has a type," James said with a knowing smile. "And I think you should definitely maintain your hourglass figure, soft and slightly thick. It suits you well."

I really appreciated his compliment, feeling a rush of warmth that caused me to raise my hand instinctively to cover my blushing cheeks. However, in my flustered state, I accidentally dropped my towel. It was incredibly embarrassing, my cheeks flushing even deeper as I hurriedly bent down to pick up the fallen towel.

But James quickly intervened, his hands gently coming to rest on my chest and waist to prevent me from picking up the towel.

"It's alright," James reassured me with a calm smile. "No need to be shy. After all, you've been in gym locker rooms with others before."

"Yes, sir," I replied, my cheeks still tinged with embarrassment but his understanding presence helped to alleviate my unease. He glanced at my erect genital and I quickly averted my gaze, feeling even more embarrassed. "It's just the heat, sir," I stammered, my voice betraying my self-consciousness.

"You can sit down now," James suggested, his tone reassuring. "Do you mind if I lose the towel as well?"

"You can sit down now," James suggested, his tone reassuring. "Do you mind if I lose the towel as well?"

"Thank you," James said sincerely. "My daughter likes you, and if you're seeking my blessing, you'll have to win me over as well."

Feeling a mixture of gratitude and determination, I replied, "I understand, sir. I genuinely care about Keira, and I want to build something meaningful between us."

After a moment, James stood up, and with casual ease, he let go of the towel, allowing it to fall to the ground. He grabbed a water glass and then sat back down on the bench, the natural confidence in his demeanor unaffected by the change in his attire. I couldn't resist his dangling cock but stare at it. I look from his face to his cock and then back to his face. I feel horny, I wish Keira was here and milk me. My dick was throbbing. But I think it's better than a limp dick resting on the bench.

I couldn't help but watch him, his glistening skin and the way he exuded confidence even in his natural state was irresistible. The sheen of sweat on his physique seemed to accentuate his vitality, adding an allure that was hard to ignore. Droplets of sweat were cascading down, sliding along the contours of his body and forming a glistening trail as they fell from his big, fat-hanging cock. The scene was both mesmerizing and captivating, adding to the already charged atmosphere of the sauna.

"You know, I feel a bit exposed when someone openly looks at my body like this," James remarked his tone a mixture of playfulness and genuine sentiment.

"I apologize, sir," I quickly responded, realizing that my unintentional staring might have made him uncomfortable.

"It's alright," James replied with a small smile. "So, what caught your attention so completely?"

I cleared my throat, feeling a bit flustered but wanting to be honest. "Your dedication to fitness and the way you carry yourself with confidence, even in such a relaxed setting, it's just... captivating," I admitted, my cheeks tinged with a slight blush.

James chuckled softly. "Haha, thank you, but you're a bad liar," he playfully remarked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Is it my cock?"

I blushed, taken aback by his directness. "Uh, no, sir, it's not about that," I stammered, feeling a mix of embarrassment and surprise.

"Then explain your erection," James said

I felt my cheeks heat up even more, feeling incredibly awkward and caught off guard by his blunt question. "I-I'm really sorry, sir. It was just the heat and the situation, I swear," I stammered, my embarrassment evident in my voice.

"Alright, come over and sit next to me," James said, his tone gentle and reassuring.

As I sat down next to him, I discreetly closed my thighs in an attempt to hide my erection, feeling a bit self-conscious and hoping that my body language would help conceal my embarrassment.

"What we're about to discuss will be just between you and me," James said, his tone serious yet understanding. "And as for your relationship with my daughter, are you both sexually content and happy?"

I took a deep breath, considering my words carefully. "Yes, sir, Keira and I have a healthy and fulfilling relationship in every aspect, including that," I answered honestly, my voice steady despite the sensitive topic.

"Are you gay?" James said. "I saw the Instagram pictures."

I felt a mixture of surprise and realization at his question. "No, sir, I'm not gay," I replied with a slight chuckle. "The Instagram pictures you saw were from a girls' night out where we dressed up for fun."

"Like Halloween?" James asked, seeking clarification.

"Yes, exactly like that," I replied, relieved that he seemed to understand the situation. "It was just a fun dress-up event."

"Then the kissing men were also part of the act?" James inquired further.

"During the girls' night out, Keira and I hooked up with different men as part of the fun."

"How did that work?" James asked, his tone curious. "Was it like a foursome or in separate rooms?"

"Both," I replied, my cheeks turning slightly pink as I tried to explain the situation. "Some of the activities were group-based, and for others, we split up into separate rooms."

James's statement caught me off guard. "Yes, I'm bisexual," I admitted with a slight nod. "But please understand, the girls' night out was just a playful event, and Keira and I are both committed to our relationship."

"If Keira is okay with it, then it's not a problem for me either," James said, his tone understanding and accepting. Now I understand why you have a feminine body."

"Sir, is it too obvious when I'm not wearing makeup as well?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"First, give me a spin so I can have a proper look," James requested with a light chuckle.

Following his request, I rose from the bench and turned gradually, offering James a thorough view of my appearance. The gentle light of the sauna played upon my skin, highlighting the subtle contours and features of my physique. My chest rose and fell with each breath, my posture conveying a mix of anticipation and curiosity. As I completed the turn, I locked eyes with James, awaiting his response.

"Sir, what are your thoughts?" I inquired, eager to hear his perspective on my appearance, as his cock stands tall, must be 8.5 inches, and fairly thick.

James took a moment to assess my appearance, his gaze thoughtful and discerning. "Well, Alex," he began, his tone measured, "there's a certain elegance about your figure that's quite striking. Your features, the way you carry yourself--it definitely carries a certain feminine grace." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "I can see how you've put effort into achieving that look, and it's clear that you're comfortable in your skin."

He continued, his expression warm and understanding, "It's important to embrace who you are and feel confident in it. And from what I can see, you've managed to create a look that suits you well."

I responded with a soft smile, my fingers lightly brushing against each other in a subtle gesture of appreciation. Gratitude swelled within me, accentuating the warmth in my gaze as I met James's eyes. "Thank you, James," I replied, my voice carrying a gentle cadence, "your kind words and support truly mean a lot to me." The slight tilt of my head conveyed a sense of vulnerability, the openness in my posture revealing my genuine gratitude for his understanding.

Sitting right beside him, our bodies touching, I mustered the courage to lean in slightly. With an earnest expression, I looked into James's eyes and said, "Could you tell me more? Your insights and perspective really matter to me." The softness in my tone was accompanied by a subtle shift in my posture, a slight tilt of the head that conveyed both curiosity and a desire for connection.

As our proximity created an intimate atmosphere, I found myself drawn to the conversation. "And Alex," James began, his gaze focusing on my face, "I must say, your features are quite captivating. Your eyes hold an inviting depth, and your pink, full lips add a touch of allure that's hard to ignore." His compliment was accompanied by a warm smile, a genuine appreciation evident in the way his eyes lingered on my face.

Caught in the moment, the charged atmosphere and his words making my heart race, I felt an irresistible impulse. I leaned forward, my lips gently pressing against his for a brief, tender kiss, a mix of emotions and desires intertwining in that fleeting connection.

In response to my impulsive action, James's hands moved swiftly and decisively. He firmly grasped my hips, his touch both reassuring and assertive, as he effortlessly lifted me and guided me onto his lap. The movement was a fluid blend of strength and gentleness, and as I settled on his lap, I felt a rush of emotions and sensations, our close proximity heightening the intensity of the moment.

In that intense moment, it was as if I had regressed to my teenage years, experiencing the exhilaration of a first kiss all over again. The rush of emotions and the overwhelming attraction to James had momentarily transported me back to a time when every touch and connection felt like an electrifying revelation. Feeling a surge of boldness, I let my fingers travel lower, my touch now exploring his abdomen with a delicate curiosity. My fingertips glided over the sculpted lines of his abs, tracing each contour with a sense of reverence. The combined effect of the sauna's warmth and our glistening, oily skin intensified the connection between us, the air heavy with a charged energy. As my touch lingered, I couldn't help but marvel at the firmness of his muscles, the way they responded to my exploration, a silent testament to his dedication and strength. Our eyes remained locked in an unspoken exchange, a shared understanding of the intimacy of the moment.

Amidst the passion and the rush of emotions, the awareness of our surroundings seemed to fade into the background. Our actions, driven by an intense attraction and a sense of intimacy, led us to a point where the boundaries blurred. In that heated moment, the fact that we were both naked seemed to be overshadowed by the powerful connection we were sharing.

"Do you mind if I touch you?" I asked him and he nodded. So I run my hand across his balls and onto his shaft, squeezing him in my fist. His cock is really gorgeous, and I enjoy spending time getting to know it. He takes my dick in his fingers and starts to wank me gently and lasciviously. feel that my orgasm is coming way quicker than I want. I return the favor, gripping his cock in my hand, from the moment he stops wanking my dick I know what he wants.

His cock is so fantastically huge and there it was fully erect. I feel so silly sitting on my knees just staring at it; I almost swear that I feel my mouth water. I want to taste it, I want to put a smile on his face; it is so wrong of a desire but it's the truth. I'm not a slut but I have to be for him, I want to be one for him.

I reach out and slightly lift it with my hand; the weight of it is magnificent. My fingers can't touch it while wrapped around it. I lean over and give it a slight kiss; then I open my mouth wide and start to suck on it. "Fuck," he said. I can only get the head of his cock in my mouth but I make sure not to leave out the rest. I kiss up and down its sides. I even lick his umm... pearls. I can taste the slightest bit of sweat too.

I gently squeeze it, and murmur "You're so hard."

James puts his hands on my shoulders, pulls me closer, and whispers "Because of you."

I stroke him slowly, staring at the way his skin moves along as I tug at it. He feels my breath on his cock. I take my hands off his dick and let it return to a resting position, seemingly to get a better look at it. "It's so beautiful," I say. I ran my fingers along it again."I want to make you cum."

I begin to gently fondle his balls, cupping them and moving them lightly in my hands which makes him moan. I'm breathing heavily, and my mouth open, and then I move towards his rod, and slowly lick up his shaft and I do it again, my warm, wet, tongue moving up the length of his cock, one hand on his balls, and one still jerking the tip.

James takes my hand off and put his tip into my mouth. I keep my mouth open until he fills it with his cock. I close my eyes in pleasure and sink myself into his dick. He bottoms out in my small mouth quickly and sees my gag as his cock hit the back of my throat. I stay there for a second, eyes close, trying to push him in further. I start tearing up and after a few seconds, he gently pulls her off his cock.

"Show me how good of a girl you are," James says.

I nod and start sucking him off. I move my head underneath him, and lick his balls from his taint up to his shaft, making him shudder with pleasure. I keep my head there, gently licking and sucking his balls as I jerk him, and he relaxes into the feel of my mouth and my hand.

I start sucking his cock again, still unable to deepthroat, but working it with obvious enthusiasm, bobbing my head on his dick, gagging every time it hit the back of my throat, and swirling my tongue as I mouthfuck him. I look up at him and keep eye contact. He is so close to blowing up inside my mouth. Keira told me not to get too close to his father and now look at me about to take a full load of her father's.

James also feels his cock and balls tighten, and he cum, deep into my mouth, the intensity and volume enhanced by the massage I have been giving his balls the whole time. I moan as his cum fills my mouth, and hold his cock there as he starts to deflate. Slowly, I pull myself off, careful to keep all of his cum inside my mouth. He watches as I stay kneeling on the floor, looking at his eyes, before finally swallowing.

"How was it?" He asks.

I offer a soft smile, my lips curling into a genuine expression of contentment. I look up at him, still on my knees. "That was amazing. You fill my mouth; being on my knees; feeling your cum in my mouth, knowing I caused it...Even the taste of your cum!" I replied, my voice carrying a hint of lingering satisfaction.

"Is this a one-time thing, or would you like more later?" James asked, his tone neutral yet curious, as he sought to understand my intentions.

I move my head to his crotch and start nuzzling his flaccid cock with my face, licking it playfully and moving it around with my nose. "This is what I want, Sir. I want to serve your cock, and make you feel as good as possible. I need more of this," I replied, my voice carrying a mixture of sincerity and desire. The connection we had shared, both physical and emotional, had ignited a longing within me, a craving for more of those intimate moments that transcended the boundaries of conversation.

"Then call me daddy from now," James asserts dominantly, his tone carrying an undeniable air of command and suggestion. The words hung in the air, charged with a newfound intensity that seemed to shift the dynamics of our interaction, adding a layer of power play to the atmosphere between us.

"But Daddy," I respond, the word slipping from my lips with a mixture of hesitation and curiosity. "What about in front of Keira?" My voice carries a hint of uncertainty as I inquire about the practicality of introducing such a dynamic into our interactions, especially in front of someone close to us.

"Keira will be very happy that I approved you as her boyfriend," James says, a warm and approving smile touching his lips. His words hold a sense of reassurance and acceptance, indicating that my willingness to embrace this new dynamic has been positively received.