Safe and Warm

I contemplated setting her down at the doorway to the guest bedroom, like the night before, but walked on. After cuddling so intensely the last 24 or so hours, I needed more - and was thrilled Kris seemed to feel the same.

I placed Kris on my bed, and she contentedly flopped back onto the pillows. Seconds later, I was stretched out right alongside her. Just as she had done that morning, Kris quickly rolled onto me, engulfing me in her arms. Her upper thigh rested just above my knee, while she set her head on my chest. "Hmm...hold me," she pleaded as she wiggled in tighter.

Kristin was like a drug, and I needed my fix. I gave her a big squeeze, then relaxed my embrace. My hands then began lightly caressing her back.

Following my lead, Kris let her fingers softly wander my chest and abdomen.

In my mind, the little intimacies shared between us surely seemed like foreplay. A precursor to sex between two expectant new lovers. In a perfect world, our clothes would soon be off, and the game would be on.

A slight tickle on my side snapped me out of my reverie. As she teased my skin, Krissy whispered, "I've dreamed about this."

I had no idea how to respond as everything that came to mind sounded either overtly sexual or incredibly trite.

Likely uncomfortable with my silence, Kristin tuned towards me. With a concerned look on her pretty face, she asked, "This isn't a nightmare for you, is it?"

I couldn't help but smile. "Not in the least."

"Do you mean that?"

"Absolutely. You are the sweetest, smartest, most remarkable girl...no, woman...woman, I've ever known." My lips moved to her forehead, where I rested them for at least 20 seconds before breaking away.

Kristen stared at me with watery eyes, then gave me a chaste kiss on the lips. She again settled her face to my chest. "I love you, Daddy," she sputtered, I'm sure fighting off tears, although I couldn't see for sure.

I took a deep breath to keep from crying myself, and responded, "I love you too, baby girl."

Holding a striking creature in my arms - in my bed, had not exactly been a nightly occurrence of late. Carrie being the exception. As such, it was hard to shut down my mind. Just when I was about to drift off, I again felt Kris stir.

"Sorry, I need to pee," she offered reluctantly.

"No worries, baby. Why don't you slip into something comfortable while you're up."

"Holy shit," I chastised myself. Did I really just say that? Slip into something comfortable? I had only heard that line in movies, and thought it was truly cheesy each and every time. Yet I actually said it, and to my own freaking daughter!

After Kris exited my room, I quickly leaped from the bed and grabbed something to sleep in. Staring into my bathroom mirror, I scrubbed my face and teeth, then gave myself a pep talk. "She's your daughter, dude. Get a fucking grip already."

Settling back in bed, I anxiously awaited Kristin's arrival. I was troubled when for a few minutes she failed to return, and wondered if possibly she chose to sleep in the guest room. Given my mental state, that may have been best, however I truly wanted to feel Kristin alongside me once more.

I breathed easier when I finally saw her reappear at the doorway. Somehow, Krissy looked even better in the tattered old orange tee than she had the night before. Sadly, she extinguished the light as she moved forward.

When Kristin sank back in against me, she smelled fresh and clean. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Daddy. I felt yucky after the long day in the sun, so I showered. Hope you don't mind."

"No, I...umm no," I replied guiltily. "Maybe I should have showered too."

With her face pressed to my chest once more, she responded, "No, you smell...good. Manly."

I suddenly wished we had shared a bottle of wine at dinner to calm my nerves. Perhaps a couple. Did Kristin have any idea what she was saying? She actually liked my manly scent?

Sporting a bare minimum of clothing on a warm evening, I was clad in only shorts and a light tee shirt. With her head tucked to my shoulder, Kris's fingers again began wandering around my torso. Every now and then she traced them lower and hit a ticklish spot, making my body lurch uncontrollably.

"Sorry," she giggled, yet kept on teasing me.

As I uncomfortably basked in her attention, I began rubbing Kristin's back. Within seconds, it became apparent she was braless under the thin top. I couldn't help but wonder if she was also devoid of panties.

My hand drifted lower slowly, until I reached the small of her back. I rested my palm in the valley for a short time, until I eased it just slightly up the swell of Krissy's ass. If she could tease me, then I could do the same to her.

Barely two inches up her butt cheek, my fingertips encountered the hem of the tee shirt she was wearing. If my hand moved just a smidgen south, I would either be fondling her panty-clad or completely bare bottom. Again, my groin tingled.

As much as I loved caressing my daughter, and in turn being touched by her, my mind reeled. If blood continued pulsing into my prick, Kris would surely notice. Even by the dim glow from the nightlights in the hallway, the spike in my shorts would be unmistakable.

I couldn't roll towards Kristin, or my cock would undoubtedly slap against her hip, making things exponentially more uncomfortable. Left with no choice, I recoiled my arm and twisted away from her, uttering a brief, "So, uhm...night, sweetie."

"Daddy...where are you going?" Kristin whined, and wiggled against me. Almost instantly, I could feel her firm young tits meld to my back.

Kristin adjusted her pillow, and settled her face above my shoulder. Her warm breath tickled my ear, as she wrapped her arm around my torso, hugging me closely.

Slowly, her fingers again began tracing small circles across my chest, slowly working their way downwards. A tremor ran the length of my spine as I pondered how low she would go.

I twisted uncontrollably when her fingers went under my shirt to tease the bare skin near my bellybutton. My cock throbbed with every beat of my heart, imagining Kris grasping it to sensually stroke me off.

Within minutes, her hand ceased its wandering and her body became limp against me. Her breathing slowed, so I knew she must be out. In spite of my arousal, after a long day spent on edge, I was exhausted. Before long, I too drifted off to join her in slumber.

Still dark, I awoke with Kristin in my arms. We each had rolled over, now with me spooning her tightly from behind. Just like the previous morning, my erection had returned, and was pressed firmly up the cleft of her bottom.

Instinct told me to move away as quickly as possible, yet I didn't want to act recklessly and potentially alert Kris to an issue if she was still asleep. While my heart raced, her breathing appeared steady, so I prayed she was lost in a dream state. Very slowly, I rocked my hips backwards, away from her bulging butt.

Kristin stirred a few minutes later, which made me wonder if perhaps she had been awake the entire time. She said nothing, so I hoped she was unaware of my earlier arousal.

We blissfully slept in once more, then went out for a late breakfast. Being Saturday, the diner was packed, so we ordered take away bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches and enjoyed them with coffee on a bench in a nearby park.

As we relaxed under sunny skies, we began sharing our histories. Kristin first spoke at length about her childhood and adolescence. I found myself hanging on every word as she was so thoughtful and sincere. For such an attractive young woman, she was remarkably unpretentious.

It pained me to hear that Heather's father had filled the dad role at every function when Kris was young. Although green with envy, I was grateful she had someone to lovingly share the activities.

I also learned more about Heather, as well as Krissy's former stepdad (apparently, they had divorced a couple years prior after only five years of marriage). It was obvious Heather, and I would again soon find ourselves in one another's company, yet the thought barely troubled me.

As Kristin told her tale, I asked lots of questions. When it was my turn to share, I spilled most of my life's highlights, as well as a few carefully selected lowlights. Kris appeared overjoyed when I mentioned my parents and sisters were eagerly looking forward to meeting her.

Kristin had to be back at work on her summer job the next day, so she reluctantly packed her things that afternoon. As we stood together in my driveway, we hugged in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Having shared so much in just under 48 hours, we were both reluctant to part.

Breaking away slightly, Krissy leaned up and gave me a soft kiss. Our lips remained pressed together for two or three seconds. Not a soul kiss by any means, but longer than one would typically imagine between father and daughter.

After climbing behind the wheel, Kristin peered at me with watery eyes. With a weak grin, she announced, "Miss you already, Daddy."

My heart nearly split in two. "Me too, princess. Me too."

Kris lived ninety minutes or so away, but thankfully texted as soon as she arrived home. After a few mundane messages, she typed, "Thanks for the awesome couple days!" followed by numerous smiley face emojis.

I gleefully stared at my screen. Smitten. I was well and truly smitten.

Needing something to occupy my mind after our brief exchange, I decided to run a load of laundry. Atop my washer I found the tee shirt Kristin had used as sleepwear. I was shocked the faded orange garment in my hands could be the same one that appeared so sexy upon her.

Unable to help myself, I pressed it to my face and pulled a deep breath in through my nose. Unsurprisingly, my cock rapidly thickened as I basked in her subtle but now familiar scent.

After the whirlwind of the previous days, I found myself in bed earlier than usual - my phone, of course, nearby. I wanted to appear at least a bit aloof, and not message Kristin constantly, but my resolve broke. Just minutes after resting my head on the pillow, I sent her a text.

Only seconds later, my phone began to vibrate almost constantly as Kristin shared picture after picture from our time together. One after another, new images hit my screen, each more amazing than the last.

At first, I only had eyes for her. My daughter simply looked stunning in them all. However, the more I examined them, I couldn't help but observe my own appearance. I looked happy. Truly happy.

I hated having my picture taken, and rarely ever smiled for the camera. Yet in the candid shots with Kris, there was no other way to describe myself - I was glowing. And not with a phony smile either, I appeared genuinely ecstatic. Which, or course, made sense. Because I was.

My screen shined, "What do you think? Some pretty good ones!"

"Very good. You are gorgeous." I replied.

"You are sooo sweet! I wasn't fishing for a compliment. But thanks!"

I began typing a response, when another message quickly popped up, "You look super handsome too!"

My face curled with a happy grin. The most beautiful woman in the world found me handsome. Of course, I understood she was biased, but the words delighted me regardless.

"Thanks princess!" I typed, knowing how she reacted to the word.

"So what are you doing?" I read.

"I'm actually in bed. You know me, I'm an old man." I sent cheekily.

"Stop it! You're not old!"

As I tried to formulate a response, Kristin texted, "My fingers are tired can we talk?"

My entire body tingled at the very thought of hearing her voice. "Of course!"

Seconds later, my phone rang. "Hi, Daddy!"

"Hello, baby girl!" I announced, matching her enthusiasm.

We chatted easily for a few minutes, before Kristin asked, "So, are you really in bed?"

"Guilty," I admitted.

"Good, now I don't feel so bad."

"You too?"

"Yep, guilty here too," she giggled.

My mind wondered to images of Kristin in bed. My beautiful daughter, luxuriating upon crisp white sheets, her blonde hair spread haphazardly about her head. I couldn't help but wonder what she was wearing. Unable to help myself, I offered, "I washed your orange tee shirt tonight, so it'll be...umm, ready, for...you know...your next visit."

What sounded so good in my head at the beginning, rapidly devolved. Not even half way through sharing my thoughts, I understood what a mistake I had made.

Thankfully, Krissy just chuckled. "So, I guess it's my shirt now."

"I, umm...I guess so."

"Good," she replied confidently. "Can I pick out other clothes too?"

"Sure."

"Anything?" she asked pointedly.

"Yes, why?"

"Well..." Kristin began.

"Go on," I encouraged her, curious where this was headed.

"Ok, well...I once saw this movie..." she paused.

"And...what happened in the movie?"

After a long silence, Kristin stated, "So...in the movie, the woman was cooking breakfast at the stove, you know, the morning after they...well, met. Anyway, she was dressed in...her boyfriend's button-down shirt."

Yikes! Kristin was undoubtably describing a scene where, post-hookup, the female lover prepared breakfast for the male -- undoubtedly after a one-night stand.

Lustfully imagining Kris in nothing more than one of my crisp white shirts, with ample cleavage and long legs showing, I responded, "My closet is your closet, sweetie."

"Thanks, Daddy."

I was unsure where next to take the conversation, but Kristin jumped in. "So anyway...I appreciate you spoiling me the last couple days, but we don't have to go out to eat for every meal."

"Maybe I like spoiling you."

"And I like being spoiled...but I like to spoil too," she offered.

I silently contemplated the possibilities of being pampered by my daughter.

"I'm a good cook," Kristin shared. "I want to cook for you...the next time I stay over."

I was thrilled with the possibility of her staying over again soon. "Honey, you don't have to do anything for me," I replied, "unless you really want to."

"I really want to."

"Okay, I'll stock up before your next visit. You'll have to text me a shopping list though."

"Gladly."

The line was quiet for some time, as I'm sure we both wondered what to say next. I was almost ready to sign off, when Krissy asked, "Did you really like the pictures?"

"Of course, I did! You looked amazing in them all." I replied, somewhat surprised she might think otherwise.

"It's just..." she trailed off. "Oh, never mind."

"Just what, what is it?" I asked.

"Well, it's just...I know...I'm not as pretty as my mom," she stammered.

"Are you kidding me?" I interrupted. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever known. And I mean that completely."

Deep down I knew I had to somehow acknowledge Heather, without being in any way disrespectful. "Listen, honey. Your mom was beautiful when we...umm, dated. I'm sure she's still amazingly attractive. But you...you are in another stratosphere altogether. You should be on a runway in Paris right now."

"Ohh, thank you, Daddy," she sighed, contentedly.

I wasn't sure if I should ask, but couldn't help myself. "Why would you think for even one second you were less attractive than your mom?"

"Well, I know I'm not ugly. It's just...when my guy friends came to our house, they fell all over themselves whenever Mom was around. It was like I didn't exist. And I heard them whispering about how hot she was...you know...a MILF."

The very thought of Kris overhearing that pissed me off. "Trust me, boys are stupid. I was one, I should know," I replied truthfully. "You are beautiful. Absolutely stunning."

"Do you really think...I'm prettier than my mom?" Kristin asked expectantly.

"Without the slightest doubt," I responded. "But maybe we should keep that between us. Our secret, okay?"

I could almost hear her smile through the phone, "Hmm, I like sharing secrets with you, Daddy."

Kristin's words and the soft timbre of her voice made my body tingle all over. The line was so clear, it almost sounded as if she were in bed beside me. That thought was not unappealing.

My cock throbbed. I feared she would intuitively know, so I offered a hasty exit. "Well, princess, we should probably call it a night."

"Oh, party pooper," she teased.

"I told you, I'm old."

"Don't say that!" Kristin barked, suddenly serious. "You're not old at all. You're...perfect."

Perfect? My head swam. Of course, I was far from perfect, yet at that moment I felt pretty darn special. Somehow, Kris had the ability to make me feel even giddier than when I was a kid and found out my sixth-grade crush liked me too. But Trisha O'Neill had nothing on my daughter.

Blood pulsed in my groin, and I needed to get away. "Thanks sweetie, but your perfect papa needs his rest."

"Okay, Daddy. Sleep well."

"You too. Night, baby."

When the phone went dead, I quickly chastised myself. "Perfect papa?" Did I really say that? Out loud? Just what the hell had become of me? Kristin really had me out on a limb. I just hoped she didn't think I was a dork for uttering something so silly.

After placing the phone back on the table, that same hand drifted southwards. In spite of the embarrassing "papa" comment, my cock remained hard. Wrapping my fingers around the thick shaft, I began to fondle myself.

In my head I could almost hear Krissy's sexy voice encouraging me, "Stroke that perfect prick for me, Papa." And I did. I couldn't help it.

I desperately fought to recollect images of my previous hookups, including Heather. All to no avail. My mind's eye was locked on only one person - the vision that was my only daughter.

Again, I grasped my phone to scroll through the pictures, focused only on Krissy. As my left thumb drifted through the images, my right hand worked my cock. Staring at her lovely face, I grunted aloud as cum soon blasted forth from my balls.

Still wide awake nearly 45 minutes later, I heard my cell rattle, and intuitively knew who it was. Drawing it near my face, I fought to read the bright display through bleary eyes. Kris had sent a text, surprising me not at all.

"Still up?"

I contemplated ignoring the inquiry, deferring any conversation for the morning, yet Kristin already had me wrapped around her little finger.

"Yes," I typed excitedly.

"Me too."

I watched attentively as the small display showed that Kristin was typing. Finally, her text arrived. "Thanks for being my cheerleader."

I thought I understood, but just in case I responded, "What do you mean?"

"You're amazing! So encouraging. So positive. I can't believe you're really my dad!"

I happily read the words over and over again, then admitted, "You make it easy. But I try."

"You don't have to try. You're perfect."

"Please, honey. I'm not perfect." I typed reluctantly, thrilled that she thought so anyway.

"You are to me."

"Well, thank you."

My heart nearly burst through my chest when I next read, "You're everything I always dreamed of in a dad."

After starting several thoughts, only to delete them, I answered. "Well, then I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

"And I'm the luckiest girl."

Staring at my screen for what seemed like ages, I typed, "Guess we're both lucky to have finally found one another."

"I agree but any regrets?"

"None," I shared honestly.

"Good me either."

After a pause, she sent, "I cleared my schedule for the weekend. Can I come visit?"

My entire body tingled at the very thought of Krissy once more under my roof. "Of course. You're always welcome here."

"Thanks, but please don't put yourself out daddy. It's just me," she shared encouragingly.

"Just me." I knew, or perhaps only hoped, that one day I could completely relax in Kristin's presence. I was equally certain the upcoming weekend would not be one of those times.