Date With My Daughter

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I am sitting here at the computer in my bedroom, quietly tapping away at my keyboard at almost three thirty in the morning. Recent events were simply so amazing I just had to get everything down while they were still fresh in my mind. The reason I am typing softly is due to the fact that the most beautiful woman in the world is sleeping soundly in my bed no more than 10 feet away, the woman that I just made love to. The young woman just so happens to be my loving daughter, Kasey.

I’m sure you’re wondering how it came to pass, so let me backtrack a bit so you’ll better understand just how it was I got here. Roughly six years ago, after many terse marriage counseling sessions, my ex-wife Barbara and I agreed to divorce. It had become crystal clear to me that I was the only one making any concessions and really putting in any work at the relationship, so I finally threw my hands up and surrendered to the fact that it was over.

The only reason I had worked so hard to keep us together was for the benefit of our daughter. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt our only child, but I figured Kasey must have noticed the tension between her parents and I didn’t want her raised in such a toxic environment.

Shortly after the ink on the papers dried, I was offered a big promotion to lead a group in my firm’s Los Angeles office, which I reluctantly accepted. The move was bittersweet because my wife was awarded custody of Kasey, yet to advance in my career I felt I simply had to take the position. For an entertainment lawyer, L.A. was simply the place to be, so I packed up and reluctantly left my thirteen year old daughter with her mother.

In my head, I tried hard to justify my actions as anything other than selfish. My job required such long hours I really hadn’t seen that much of Kasey anyway, so I tried to convince myself it wouldn’t be that big an adjustment. And when she came to visit I would devote 100% of my time to her, so it would be better, much better than life with her mom and me together. At times, I actually almost believed it, but deep down I felt ashamed of myself, and lost without her.

When I left New York, Kasey was a cute but scrawny thirteen year old young girl. She still had her braces on, and wore reading glasses to school, so she was not someone you’d look at and instantly think ‘model.’ She was smart as a whip though, but a bit on the shy side preferring the role as follower more than leader. Her friends were all nice and I was happy she was surrounded by such sweet and grounded girls. I prayed they would remain the same while I was gone.

To say Kasey was unhappy with my divorce and move would be an incredible understatement. I can’t say as I blame her as her world was turned upside down almost overnight, even though I’m sure she saw the divorce coming. I tried to speak with her daily, but she often was curt as only teenage girls can be, with one word answers to any question I might have about her life. Thankfully, over the ensuing weeks and months the ice melted and she once again warmed up to me and treated me almost as well as she had prior to the divorce.

When I first arrived in L.A., I rented a condo near my office, but two years ago I moved into a nice home near Seal Beach. Even though I lived alone, I had enough room for a family, including a pool with a great view of the ocean. My job paid me a handsome living, but for it I was forced to spend many hours in the office, so the recreational opportunities available in both my home and neighborhood went largely unused.

The void of not having Kasey in my life remained however, so I poured myself into work with abandon. I was around stunningly attractive women each day, but for whatever reason it just didn’t feel right to date at that point in my life. I craved affection, but I guess I still felt the wounds from my divorce.

Kasey’s wellbeing weighed heavily on my mind, so I reached out to her as much as possible. Thank goodness for unlimited calling plans, e-mail and instant messaging, otherwise I’m not sure how I would have been able to make it on my own with her so far away. Because of the three hour time change, we often chatted first thing in the morning my time, and sometimes when I was on my way home from work in the evening before she went to bed.

I flew her to L.A. as often as I could get her, and tried to pull out all the stops while she was around. Given my position in the field, I was able to get her autographs from a couple of Kasey’s favorite young stars. That seemed to help eliminate any remaining resentment she may have had towards me and turned the tide in my favor.

Each time she visited I was shocked at how much she had grown. She was still the intelligent kid I remembered, but seemed to grow more confident and attractive day by day. By the time I flew back to New York for her high school graduation, she was simply a stunning and mature young lady.

I had hoped that maybe pendik escort she would attend school somewhere in California so I could see her more often, but Kasey made the decision to attend a great private college in New England. It really was a good decision for her, but I must admit I did feel a sense of loss at the news. I figured since I had been selfish in moving across country, I really couldn’t begrudge her the decision to attend school wherever she wanted.

We didn’t chat nearly as often when she was at school as she was busily embracing everything her new freedom had to offer. She made it through her freshman year with honors, and even found a boyfriend she just adored. I must say, the boyfriend part did make me a little nervous, but I was sure she was mature enough to handle herself.

In the fall of her sophomore year, she learned her boyfriend had actually been cheating on her. She broke up with him and the two of us spent a number of evenings on the phone while she sought advice and comfort. It felt wonderful that she came to me for support, but it also killed me to hear her so sad. If I ever met that punk boyfriend, I think I may have been in need of defense from one of my legal colleagues.

Kasey’s spring break was only a few months away, so I asked if she wanted to come out and spend the week with me. She agreed enthusiastically, so I purchased a ticket and lined up my calendar to get the entire week off. I even took the unprecedented step of letting my boss, colleagues and staff know that I was shutting off my wireless and would not be checking e-mail or voice-mail either. I didn’t tell them why, as I thought they might think a visit from my daughter was not a good enough excuse to be out of touch for so long. The week was going to be exclusively mine and my daughters, and after years with the company I thought I’d earned it.

Thankfully, my boss completely agreed, with one caveat. He demanded I attend a client event on the Thursday evening of the week when Kasey would be in town. Since Industry bigwigs were going to be in attendance, he said my presence was absolutely required. He also told me to bring my girlfriend as the entire office was dying to meet her.

Since I was single and successful, I constantly had colleagues trying to set me up on dates, so I fabricated a girlfriend to get them off my back since I wasn’t ready to jump in the dating pool. I explained that she was a young hottie, but somewhat naïve, so I wanted to keep her away from the vultures of the entertainment business, which they seemed to buy. I was unsure what to do, but figured I could either call an escort service, or just fabricate an excuse for my ‘girlfriend’s’ absence.

I counted down the days until Kasey’s flight arrived, and I met her near baggage claim with a dozen roses in hand. She threw herself into me and we hugged for what felt like hours. She had tears in her eyes, which almost made me cry myself as it felt so amazing to see her and hold her again for the first time in ages.

As we waited for her bags, I couldn’t help but look her over as she spoke with me excitedly, and I marveled at how she’d filled out. Kasey is quite petite like her Mom, standing only about five foot two, with a slender build, but rather large breasts for her small frame. She has long blonde hair, ice blue eyes and a wonderful smile. I was reminded a bit of Jessica Simpson, but I honestly believe that comparison falls short. My daughter is just as pretty, but she’s also brilliant and let’s be honest, Ms. Simpson is, well, not so much.

We drove to my home with the top down, and chatted about everything and nothing. Kasey was tired after the long flight and wanted a nap, so once we got her settled in she changed into a cute pair of pink pajamas and retired to bed after kissing me on the cheek. I watched her walk away and had to admire her taut bottom encased in just the tight pajama shorts. A large part of me felt guilty for thinking of her that way, but it was hard not to as she really was a stunning creature.

Over the next few days Kasey and I spent every waking hour together. On previous visits we had done most of the touristy things, so she was more content to just relax at the beach or pool with me, and maybe hit a museum or two. The first time she came out the back door in her bikini I was astounded. If she were taller, I have no doubt she would have been a supermodel. Her amazing young body appeared barely encased in a red bikini that left little to the imagination.

We sat side by side on two chaise lounges, and chatted while she applied lotion to her skin. I tried not to stare but honestly stole a few peeks as she lathered her body with sunscreen. I shook my head to clear the illicit thoughts and suggested I make a couple of cold drinks for us. Kasey asked for something frozen, and fortunately I had some strawberry daiquiri mix left over from a party, so I blended up a pitcher and rejoined her on the patio with two frosty glasses.

It was wonderful to just sit next maltepe escort to her and hear about everything going on in her life. I learned all about her classes and friends, and it appeared that outside of her old boyfriend, she was challenged yet genuinely happy at school. It filled my heart with joy to hear her talk so excitedly about her studies, things many her age might find completely boring.

On occasion we would get up and jump into the pool to cool off a bit, before settling back onto our chairs to resume our conversation. As she stood on the deck drying off, I once again admired her lithe young figure. Her abs were tight, making her breast appear larger than they really were. Her legs, while on the shorter end, were lean and toned, and her bottom appeared as firm as that of the average twelve year olds.

At one point Kasey rolled onto her stomach and held the lotion out to me. “Daddy, will you put sunscreen on my back?” she asked, and I was only too happy to comply. Her skin was soft and warm, and I slowly caressed the lotion all over her back. She untied her top so I could cover all her skin, and I even got a hint of the white meat of her breasts as they were pressed out to her sides.

After lubing her back, I moved to her feet and slowly moved up Kasey’s sleek legs. I took my time heading north, but finally made it to her thighs and bottom. It was surreal as I was kneeling next to her, applying lotion to her pretty bottom, but she made no attempt to move and just relaxed as I stroked her ass. Reluctantly, I made my way back to my own chair and sat down, but couldn’t keep my eyes off my daughter’s perfect body.

As much as I loved spending every second with her, I did feel a bit guilty at occupying so much of her time. “You don’t mind spending so much time with me, do you sweetheart? I mean, if you’d like, I can introduce you to some of the younger guys from work,” I asked, secretly hoping she’d decline.

“Dad, I didn’t come out here to see boys, I came to see you,” she responded, much to my relief. “I’m done with boys anyway. I want a man who knows how to treat a woman,” she added, and I was left to ponder just what she meant as she did not elaborate and I was too afraid to ask.

Kasey looked at me intently, and then asked, “What about you? Are you seeing anyone?” I told her the truth, that I had not been out with a woman in quite a while, and she just shook her head ruefully and stated flatly, “Dad, you’re the sweetest, most handsome guy I know. Any woman would be lucky to have you.”

I couldn’t repress a grin as her words sunk in. While I’m sure she may have know men more handsome, her comment still made my chest swell with pride.

Over another daiquiri, I explained that I had to leave her on Thursday evening for a corporate event, but she didn’t seem to mind. I joked about my predicament of needing a date, detailing the fib I had told my work colleagues. She surprised me by saying, “I’d love to go as your date, Daddy.”

I have to admit, Kasey was every bit the young hottie I had bragged about to my associates. My assumption was that she wanted to go as my daughter, but was surprised when she stated, “It would be great to pretend to be your girlfriend. Think we could pull it off?”

I felt a tingle run through my body at the thought of such a lovely date, but tried to push the image out of my head as quickly as possible. A forty-something guy like me would be amazingly fortunate to have someone as lovely as Kasey, yet I felt uncomfortable with the idea of her playing my girlfriend. What exactly might we have to do to prove we were in fact lovers to satisfy my associates?

The more I thought about it however, the more it made sense. We didn’t resemble one another very much, so I doubt anyone would instantly figure her for family. I only had two photos of Kasey at work, and both were taken years before, so I doubted even those who had been in my office would pick up on anything. I figured at least she’d know a lot more about me than any escort, which would make my deception easier to pull off, so I reluctantly agreed.

Kasey had not packed an appropriate dress for the event, so I decided that I would take her shopping to pick out an outfit for the evening. When I broke the news to her, I could tell she was conflicted as she didn’t want me to spend too much on her. I assured her I could afford it, so with a huge grin she acquiesced and within minutes we were on the road.

The sales assistant was very helpful and showed Kasey a number of dresses in her size. After trying on more than a few, each one stunning in my eyes, she settled on a strapless black cocktail dress that came to about mid-thigh. Perhaps it was too sexy for a father-daughter dinner, but it was the one she really wanted so I slapped the card down and it was hers. It was ridiculously expensive, but my daughter was worth every penny.

Next, we made our way to a shoe store, where Kasey was shown a number of options before settling on a pair of black heels. kartal escort She explained that she also needed stockings, so after picking out a pair we put them on the counter along with the shoes. With that, she informed me she had everything needed for the evening, so we walked hand in hand towards the car and headed for home.

We spent the next few days hanging out more like good friends than father and daughter. Never before had I experienced the depth of her sense of humor and sharp wit. She really had matured since I’d been away, and I loved the fact that she had become so much more confident. All the money I put down on her schooling appeared to be well spent.

In spite of myself, I just couldn’t help soak in her beauty as we chatted. In my job I was on occasion surrounded by starlets, but I can honestly say none more lovely than my own daughter. I had no doubt that if she chose a career in Hollywood; she would be a smashing success.

Thursday evening arrived and I paced my room with nervous energy before jumping in the shower. I was always apprehensive before a major corporate function, but never more so than that evening. The idea that I was escorting my own daughter as my date, knowing we were intent on deception, was mind-boggling.

After climbing into my nicest black suit, I made my way to the kitchen to pour myself a martini to settle my nerves. Only moments later, I heard the telltale sound of heels clicking on tile, and knew Kasey had dressed and was on her way. My pulse pounded more rapidly every second as I awaited my daughter’s appearance. Finally, Kasey strode around the corner and entered the kitchen. Under the bright lights of the cooking space, she looked simply striking.

I had seen Kasey in the sexy cocktail dress when we purchased it, but not complete with the rest of her ensemble. With her hair perfectly done, and her sleek hose and dark shoes, she appeared every bit an image out of a fashion magazine. She normally went without makeup, but she clearly had added just a touch of color, highlighting her eyes and cheekbones.

She stood before and asked, “So, what do you think, Daddy?”

I was speechless for a moment, but then uttered one completely honest word, “Gorgeous.” With that, I cocked my elbow and asked, “Shall we?”

Kasey gave me her patented killer smile, wrapped her arm around my own and responded, “Of course, kind sir.”

As we drove I felt the need to provide Kasey as many details as possible about what she might encounter that evening. I kicked myself for not having done it earlier, but what could I do? My mind had been preoccupied with efforts to ward off illicit thoughts about my baby.

I had invented a name for my imaginary girlfriend, so I explained for the evening she was going to be Tiffany. I did not tell her the inspiration was her freshman roommate, who I had always thought was super cute. Kasey was happy with the name as she was sure she’d remember; I just hoped she would not put two and two together and understand I once lusted for her young friend.

She must have sensed my nervousness, because she said, “Relax, Daddy. Trust me; I’ll be the perfect date.” As apprehensive as I was, for the first time I actually thought we just might pull it off.

We pulled up to the event where we were met by a valet. I walked around to the passenger side to assist Kasey from her seat. I reached for her hand, and she gave me a smile as she placed her small palm within my own. My eyes were momentarily diverted as the hem of her dress had ridden up so close to her crotch that I just had to sneak a peek. I quickly averted my eyes so she wouldn’t see where I was looking.

I led Kasey around the room hand in hand and introduced her to both colleagues and clients. She was completely charming, and engaged everyone like she had done the corporate routing numerous times before. Almost to a person they all did double takes, looking back and forth between the two of us. I’m sure they were wondering just how I’d manage to snag a beauty like her, but I tried to act like it was no big deal. I think my associates always respected me, but I believe my daughter helped ratchet that up to a new level altogether.

As the evening wore on, we got to spend more time alone together, yet even then we carried on the charade. We held hands and hugged more than we had since she was a toddler. There was a band playing, and a number of couples had taken to the dance floor. Kasey had told me she and her girlfriends from school loved to go out dancing, so I asked if she’d care for a twirl. She accepted and soon she was in my arms on the floor. I had slow danced with my daughter at family weddings when she was a child, but I had never held her like that as an adult.

She rested her head on my shoulder, and let me lead as I held her close. I could feel her firm breasts pressed against me as I guided her around the room. I tried my best to avoid thinking about how erotic the experience was, but my body was in sensory overload. Her hair tickled my chin and I could feel her warm breath on my neck. The sweet smell of her perfume wafted into my nose, which sent a shiver down my spine. In spite of my efforts to keep cool, pressure began building in my groin as my cock became semi-erect.

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