Confidence Boost Ch. 03byclarkroberts©
I was angry with Daddy. Sebastian Sheffield had signed the fleet deal making Daddy the winner of the automobile sales contest. The prize for winning the sales contest was an all expenses paid weekend at a romantic Florida resort. But instead of coming home to celebrate with me he had gotten drunk with Big Jim Anderson, his boss. I had given him the silent treatment all day as we packed and headed to the airport.
Pouting I hadn't said a word to him with more than one or two syllables even after the flight had taken off for Florida. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye while flipping thru a magazine in my First Class seat. He looked miserable. I still wasn't ready to forgive him.
"Feeling better, Daddy?" I snarled.
Startled by my sudden break of silence he looked at me with bloodshot eyes. "My hangover is better. Am I still in the doghouse?"
"I'm not done being mad, yet." I said adjusting my lap blanket. The aircraft air conditioning had been turned up as soon as the door closed. I was wearing a simple pink sundress and it was cold without a blanket. The air temperature matched my attitude.
"How many more times do I have to apologize?"
Glaring I said, "It's not that you got drunk. It's that you went out with Big Jim instead of coming home to me."
"Haley, Big Jim's my boss. I had to go with him."
"You didn't have to stay out all night with him. Believe me Big Jim would never reward you like I was going to last night."
Daddy groaned, "I know."
I smirked at him and returned to flipping through the magazine. We sat in silence until the waitress brought us our lunches. I had ordered braised beef with potatoes au gratin. I took a bite and then just started shoveling food into my mouth. Spraying chunks of food and spittle I said, "This is good."
Daddy frowned then scolded me, "Haley, chew then speak."
I just nodded at his rebuke and kept eating we had had to skip breakfast to make our flight so I was hungry.
"First Class food is always better than the swill in coach."
After we had finished eating the flight attendant fetched our trays. I started to replace my tray to its upright position but Daddy held it firm and commanded, "Leave it."
"Why?" I whined.
He smiled mischievously and rolled towards me sideways in his seat. He said, "So I can do this..."
Startled I jumped in my seat. I felt Daddy's hand on my upper thigh under my sundress. I hissed between my teeth, "Daddy, don't."
"Don't what?" He blew hot breath on my neck.
The baby hairs on my neck stood on end. I shuddered involuntarily. "Please, Daddy. I'm not in the mood for..."
"Maybe this will get you in the mood." His heated tongue flickered into my ear followed immediately by another hot breath.
Lowly I moaned. Goose bumps rose on my flesh. I felt my pussy dampen in reaction to Daddy's ministrations.
He pinched my delicate upper thigh causing me to yelp. He seethed, "Shush, scoot down in your seat and spread your legs."
Meekly I complied with his command and opened my knees granting him access to my pussy. I glanced over Daddy's shoulder. I was relieved; no one was paying any attention to us.
His finger wormed its way through the leg hole of my panties then into my wet pussy. He whispered warmly in my ear, "Your mouth says no, but your pussy says yes."
I held on to his arm trying to resist him. "Please, Daddy, don't."
"Don't what, Baby-girl, this?" He twisted his finger in my pussy. "Or this?" He tapped his thumb on my love nubbin.
I bolted upright and clutched the arms of the seat with both hands. I kicked the tray with my knee. I swallowed a growl of delectable delight. I stared straight ahead wide-eyed at the back of the seat in front of me.
Daddy smiled and went to work on my pussy. His finger sawed in and out me at warp speed. He pressed his thumb all around my clit without touching it. He was tormenting me with his teasing.
The skin on my neck began to glow crimson as the pleasure pressure built. My knuckles turned white as I clasped the seat arms with a death grip. I puffed desperate breaths to fight off the urge to mutter like a manic.
"Still mad at me, Baby-girl?" whispered Daddy.
I turned to him wide-eyed still huffing air. I shook my head negatively.
"Would you like to cum?"
"Don't scream," he teased.
My body went rigid as Daddy pushed his thumb against my agitated clit. I gritted my teeth to keep from howling in orgasmic release. Involuntarily I kicked the seat in front of me like my knee had been tapped with a rubber hammer.
The bald man in front of me turned and glared at me before he reached up and pressed the button for the flight attendant.
I hissed like a boiling tea kettle as climatic colors of red and white zipped blissfully behind my closed eyes. My pussy contracted and pulsated around Daddy's delightful digit.
"Are you alright, Miss?" asked a concerned flight attendant.
I looked up at her glazed-eyed and panting unable to answer.
Daddy hurriedly withdrew his finger from my pussy leaving a wet trail from my panty line to my knee. "She's alright. She's just a little worked up by the flight that's all. She'll be fine when she catches her breath."
"Here's the air sick bag if you need it. You're awful red-faced."
Embarrassed I took the bag and huffed into it. I slammed the tray back up to its rightful position. Then throwing the blanket off, I clambered over Daddy and hurried to the rest room. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. I looked more than a little disheveled, no wonder the bald guy called for help.
There was a frantic knock on the door. "Haley, let me in." Daddy popped into the confined space. "I convinced the flight attendant you could use my help. You okay?"
I nodded. I wrapped my arms around Daddy's neck and drew him into an embrace. I kissed him with wanton urgency. I broke our kiss and looked into his simmering eyes. Without a word I clumsily spun around and bent over the chemical toilet. I raised my dress above my hips, hooked my thumps in the waist band of my panties and pushed them down.
"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me right now."
He grabbed my panties and ripped them down legs until they fell loosely around my ankles. The zip sound of his opening trousers echoed in the tiny cubicle. He split my slit with the head of his hummer and rubbed it up and down the inside of my enflamed labia.
I groaned as he penetrated my pussy. I reached between my legs and patted his full balls as he fully seated his cock into my hungry hole. I held on to the handicap assist rail as Daddy began to pummel my pussy. I reached with a hand to squeeze my breast. I cursed under my breath frustrated that my dress prevented me from tugging on my nipples.
Daddy gripped my hips like a vice as he jack-hammered his cock into me. The flesh on flesh smacks became more earnest as his cock poked my pussy with intense jabs. He was on the verge of cumming.
I reached between my legs and diddled my clit to another climatic crescendo. My eyes rolled over white and hesitated on the edge of blackness. I hooted in release, "oh, oh, oh."
Daddy slapped my ass hard. The sound of the stinging blow echoed off the wall. He buried himself into me balls deep as my cunt contorted around his cock. He shot spurts of glorious cum deep into my pussy. He hissed between his teeth, "Cum...cum."
Spent Daddy's soft cock slipped wetly from my pussy. He zipped up his trousers and helped me straighten up. Somehow he squatted down and pulled my panties back up over my ass. He smiled at me, "I love you, Haley, my naughty girl."
I rested my head on his shoulder trying to keep the room from spinning. After a second I straightened up and ran my fingers through my tangled hair trying to fix it. I gave up, it was hopeless.
Daddy opened the door and slipped out of the restroom. He held my arm and guided me down the aisle to our seats.
I blushed at the knowing nod of one of the female passengers. Once I was seated again the flight attendant hovered over me. I looked up at her and said, "I feel much better, now."
She smiled. "I just bet you do, Dear."
After we landed in Miami and were exiting the plane the flight attendant slipped something into my hand as she shook it. "I hope you enjoyed earning these, Dear."
I opened my hand and peered at the set of wings resting in my palm. They were gold with a shield in the middle of the wings. The words on the shield read, "Mile High Club."
I laughed and said to the attendant, "It was a pure pleasure."
A van from the Pelican Key Resort picked us at the Miami airport and drove us and two other couples sixty miles down Highway 1 to Key Largo where we hopped on a boat which took us out to Pelican Key in the middle of Sunset Cove.
We checked into the resort and were assigned to a most beautiful bungalow. It was thatch-roofed and situated on stilts. It comprised 500 square feet with a living room adorned with vaulted ceilings and mahogany furniture. The bedroom had a four poster king-sized bed with a canopy of mosquito netting. The bathroom had a huge claw-foot bathtub two feet deep and located under the raised bungalow was an outdoor shower.
There were thirty bungalows on the island but they were arranged and landscaped to ensure maximum privacy. They were designed to make you feel like you were the only couple on the island. Each bungalow had its own private beach to enhance the desert island feel.
We wasted no time unpacking our suitcases once we entered our bungalow. We quickly changed into our swimsuits yammering with excitement and giggling like kids at Disney World. We scampered down to our private beach and into the warm Florida waters.
I saw a fin in the water and screamed before scrambling into Daddy's arms. My unexpected assault sent Daddy under the water.
Daddy bobbed back to the surface and said, "It's a dolphin not a shark. There's no danger."
The gray mammal leaped from the blue-green water and danced on its tail for several yards before splashing back down into the cove. He circled us a couple of more times before heading out to deeper waters.
I relaxed my grip on Daddy as the animal swam away. I looked deeply into his eyes and was warmed by the love that glimmered there for me. "Thanks, Daddy."
"For saving me from that fish."
Daddy laughed, "Dolphins aren't fish they are mammals like whales. I didn't save you. You weren't in any danger."
He kissed me deeply and tenderly. "Thank you. We wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. I lost some much confidence after your mother left me. You've given it back to me."
I kissed him tasting sea salt on his lips. My tongue probed his mouth then wrestled with his. "Believe me Daddy it has been my pleasure."
He untied my bikini top and it drifted toward shore. He smiled and said my breasts looked like pale melons against my tanned torso. They bobbed in the water like apples in a washtub at Halloween. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it hard.
I hissed with delight. Running my hands through his wet hair and pushing his face into my bosom. I untied my pink bikini bottoms and released them to chase my top toward shore. I reached for Daddy's swimsuit and discovered he had somehow managed to wiggle out it without me noticing. I looked in the surf and found it drifting between my bikini top and bottoms.
His cock was already rock hard beneath the water when I grabbed it. I vigorously jerked my hand up and down on it until Daddy moaned with distinguished delight.
"You excite me so, Baby-girl."
He lifted me by my waist and impaled me on his cock. The buoyancy of the water allowed him to fully penetrate my pussy like it would never happen on dry land. His pubic bone tapped my engorged clit as he thrust his cock in and out of my pussy. He playfully bit my nipples while continuing to pound my pussy.
I clutched Daddy as we bobbed with the tide. The pleasure he was giving me was like no other I had ever felt. It had to be due to the levity of the water. I whispered naughty words of encouragement into his ear. Words like, "Fuck your Baby-girl, Daddy. Fuck me good."
Soon his thrusts were so rapid I thought he might start his own rip-tide. He plunged a finger up ass. The sudden violation caused my cunt to contract and me to scream. Daddy wiggled his finger and I danced on his cock in response. I felt the sudden explosion of his cum in my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his ass pulling more of him into me. His cock spasm and cum careened inside my pussy.
I felt his pelvic bone push solidly against my clit. It was what I needed to plunge me over the precipice of pleasure. I closed my eyes as streaks of white and red light streaked across the pleasure points of my core. My cunt contracted around Daddy's cock and milked it with velveteen convulsions. "Cumming... Dad...dee...cumming."
We drifted toward shore wrapped in each other's arms. Daddy withdrew his cock from me and we scrambled up the beach toward our bungalow. We found our suits scattered on the beach and deftly picked them up as we streaked to our hut.
Breathlessly we laughed and giggled as we reached the outdoor shower beneath our bungalow. My nipples harden in the sudden coolness of the shade. Quickly I turned the shower on and oohed as the warm water generated goose bumps on my flesh. I grew dizzy in the contrast of the warm and cool atmosphere.
Daddy wrapped his arms around me adding his body warmth to mine. He soaped my body and rinsed the salt water from it. "You're so sexy, Haley I can't get enough of you."
I giggled as I glanced down and saw that Daddy's cock was once again hard. Pre-cum oozed expectantly from it. He had already fucked me twice today and it wasn't even time for supper. I stood on my tip toes and kissed him. "Again, Daddy? So soon?"
He grinned back at me like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. "I took a little blue pill at lunch."
I reached for the shower head and leaned against the water pipe. My mind whirled in ecstasy as the warm fresh water cascaded down my body. Daddy kneaded my breast, squeezing them and gently pinching my nipples until I squealed with delight. I leaned forward on my toes pushing my butt out to him. Ready to receive him from behind.
Daddy happily obliged and rammed his hard cock into my watery pussy. He hammered my cunt with a frenzy of thrusts. He stammered, "Pussy good... Love... you."
I braced myself against the pipe enjoying the pounding Daddy was giving my pussy. My tits swiftly swayed to the rhythm of Daddy's thrusting hips. I rolled my nipple between my finger and thumb hissing with heavenly elation. I pushed my palm against my clit the pressure brought me to the adorable abyss of ecstasy.
"Fuck me, Daddy."
His banging grew more urgent. He buried himself into me and bellowed. "Cum."
I reach between my legs and gently squeeze Daddy's tight contracting balls as his seed spewed into me. "Fill my pussy, Daddy."
Once again I press my palm to my clit. The pressure built. Daddy slapped my ass. I cum with rapturous release and howled like a coyote at the moon. My whole pelvic area contracted around Daddy's massive member. I huffed and gripped the water pipe so tight I thought I might bend the pipe. I fought to remain conscious.
Daddy's cock slipped out of me. We quickly finished washing up and hurried to the Dining Room famished. Each table was sat just two people in keeping with the intimate couple's only atmosphere of the resort. We were served shrimp cocktails and oysters on the half-shell followed by seared rack of lamb with potatoes, carrots and onions. We watched the sun set into the Gulf as we ate.
"Isn't that the most amazing sunset?"
Smiling Daddy just nodded and squeezed my hand.
"What's wrong Daddy? Aren't you enjoying yourself?"
"Sure. I love being in this beautiful place with you. You make it more special. The sun sinking into the water reminded me that our time together is coming to an end."
"Don't be like that Daddy, we just got here today."
"You'll be going back to college in about three weeks."
"Oh...." I squeezed his hand. "Can't we just enjoy our time here together without thinking about that until we get back home?"
Daddy forced a smile. "Sure, Baby-girl."
After dinner we went back to the bungalow and Daddy fucked me two more times before we drifted off into satiated sleep.
The next morning we caught the boat to Key Largo and went to the famous Largo Hotel where the Humphrey Bogart movie was filmed to have brunch. The boat docked and we walked hand in hand into old town Key Largo.
To honor the movie I wore a 1940's ensemble which included a gray soft cotton chambray skirt whose hem hung down to my mid-calf. It had ruche panels to create a checkerboard effect to the oversized patch pockets on the hips. I topped the gray skirt with a simple button down pink blouse and a wide black belt like Bacall wore in the movie. Even my sandals were similar to what she wore.
The dining room of the Largo Hotel had a simple layout. Tables to seat four covered with white linen situated beneath twirling ceiling fans. The place was crowded and noisy. A flustered waitress took our order. I sipped coffee and studied the photos that lined the walls of the dining room. They were mostly stills from the movie Key Largo.
"Do you know what they called Lauren Bacall?" asked Daddy sitting down his glass of fresh squeezed orange juice. He wiped residue pulp from his lips with a napkin.
I shook my head negatively.
"Bogie's Baby, Bogart was twenty-five years her senior."
"How romantic, am I your Baby, Daddy?" I asked with a teasing pout.
He smiled and nodded as he dug into his breakfast. I joined him and wolfed down the delicious food finishing before him.
"Do you think they played naughty games with each other when they made the movie here?"
His mouth was full so he simply shrugged and kept chewing.
I scooted closer to him and put my arm around the back of his chair. "I bet they did. Maybe she did something like this while he was eating in this very room..." I said as I unzipped Daddy's trousers beneath the table hidden by the tablecloth.
His fork paused halfway to his mouth. He looked at me surprised and said, "Please Haley not in public."
"Let me see if I got this correct. It's okay for you to finger me on a crowded airplane but I can't jerk you off in a busy restaurant. I don't think so, Mister."
I gave him a mischievous grin and brought my hand up from underneath the table. I giggled at his sigh of relief. Then I giggled again at the astonished look on his face as I took a pad of butter and spread it all over the palm of my hand with the knife. I once again reached beneath the table and took hold of Daddy's cock.
As he chewed on his eggs his cock harden in my hand. I slowly began gliding my hand up and down his shaft. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "You cock is so hard, Daddy. Don't you wish you could slip it inside me, right here, in front of all these people?"
Daddy groaned and brought his hands up to his face. "Please Haley, quit. We're going to get caught."
"Isn't that part of the thrill, Daddy?" I increased the speed of my strokes on his hard shaft.
He clung to the table like it was flotsam and he was a drifting on the tide. His knuckles turned white and his face turned red. His cock throbbed in my hand and I knew he was close to orgasm.
"Do you want to cum, Daddy?" I whispered. "Or do you want me to stop?"
He looked at me wild-eyed, his cheeks flushed crimson, he choked, "Cum."
Smiling I leaned over kissed his ear and whispered with a hot breath, "Cum for me, Stud."
I jerked and squeezed his cock until his eyes rolled over white. I thought he was going to turn the table over as his cum spewed into my napkin. I smiled as he growled like satisfied tiger.