09.
The Invitation
Lexi woke to the feel of cool sheets, followed by a pair of warm lips on her brow. “Lexi? Wake up, baby.” Daddy’s voice was soft as a midnight kiss.
Lexi’s shivered when she heard it. “Daddy?” She forced open her eyes. Their suite was criss-crossed with slices of bright sunshine from the windows and opened blinds, bright enough to make her groan and close her eyes tight again. The sheets felt good on her bare flesh, but the sunlight was bright enough to make her head ache as she pulled one arm across her eyes. “Mm… What time is it?”
“Almost lunchtime, actually.” Daddy kissed her again. “Do you need to sleep longer? You’ve been out all morning.”
Lexi thought about saying yes, but knew that would be selfish. It wasn’t his fault she’d been up late, roaming the beach with Mia, not to mention everything else that happened. Lexi’s mantra came to mind again: this was Daddy’s vacation; she was here for him. So, repressing a grumble and channeling it into a yawn instead, Lexi pushed up in bed, brushing her dark tangles back. “No, Daddy, it’s okay. Sorry I slept so long—I was restless last night.”
Daddy sat down on her side of the bed and brushed some of her hair back. When he kissed her brow again, she leaned against him and breathed in his smell again. He smelled warm. He smelled good. “Nothing to apologize for, baby girl. I’ve only been up for an hour or so myself.” He picked up an empty mug from Lexi’s bedside table. “Want some coffee?”
“Ew, no, thank you.” Lexi wrinkled her nose and shook her head.
He laughed at whatever expression was on her face. “You never did get the taste for it, did you?”
“Never.” After another long yawn and a hard stretch, baring herself to the waist for his viewing pleasure, Lexi rubbed her tired eyes and looked up at him. “Good morning, Daddy,” she said with a tiny smile.
“Good morning, baby.” Daddy smiled back and leaned in close, pressing a long, warm kiss to her mouth; it made Lexi sigh, feeling warm and happy.
Lexi felt more than just contented warmth flicker in her belly at his gravelly voice—she thought of last night, of Mia, of having sex on the beach: of naked cunts rubbing together and every dirty word they’d spoken to each other. Mia’s touch had driven Lexi to do and want things she’d only ever wanted Daddy to do to her. It made Lexi want to take Daddy out to the beach at night, to ride his cock in the moonlight too. Lexi was indulging fantasies that she never would’ve dreamt of having months ago, and felt crazy enough to think that she was brave enough to go through with them.
Alexis would’ve never had the nerve. But Lexi wasn’t that prim, proper, frightened woman anymore—she was her Daddy’s baby girl, a naked little sexpot that fought against the fear trying to control her. She didn’t always succeed, but Lexi was getting better at it.
“So what now?” Lexi asked, kicking the blankets away. Modesty was a thing of the past for her—that’s what she wanted, anyway. It felt good to think that way, better than she expected.
“Well, after another shower, perhaps I’ll go show you off on the beach again.” Daddy’s grin was almost impish. “Yesterday went so well, I thought a second performance was in order.”
“Oh, I’ll bet you did.” Lexi laughed and pushed up to her feet. “Just so long as you order us lunch first—after yesterday, I’m starving.”
“It’ll be here by the time we’re through,” Daddy promised. Then he took her hand and led the way, as though escorting her through the suite. It felt a little silly, being led by him, but it felt good too. Lexi liked having his attention, that he was both distracted by her naked body and also vying for her emotions and affection, giving kisses and saying such lovely things. It made her feel wanted, like he really desired her.
Lexi insisted on brushing her teeth first before taking a shower, since her mouth tasted like something under the bed had crawled into it during the night. Once that was done and they got in, the shower was blissfully hot. Lexi looked over one shoulder and then the other, twisting herself around to look at her arms, her thighs, even her ass. “Am I tanning yet?”
“You might be, maybe a little,” Daddy said. He took her by the shoulders, turning her in one direction and then the other, his eyes roaming over her like he intended to eat her up. His stare was focused, intense, as if he was doing very important work.
After several long moments of silence, Lexi looked back at him. “You’re just using an excuse to stare at my ass, aren’t you, Daddy?”
“I might be, maybe a little,” he repeated, following it with a grin.
Lexi rolled her eyes. “Silly Daddy,” she said, looking up into his eyes. Then she pushed up onto her toes to kiss him, an impulsive desire that warmed her down to the tips of her toes. She tasted the bitterness of his coffee, smelled his scent along with a hint of sweat; his tongue was bursa escort warm and thick when it pushed into her mouth, and Lexi sighed into the kiss, looking up into his eyes when it sadly came to an end.
Daddy licked his lips after the kiss was over. While holding her eyes with his, Daddy reached over and grabbed her bottle of shower gel, pouring a generous amount into one palm. After rubbing it between his hands, he began to run them across her skin, starting at her neck and shoulders and moving down, rubbing with vigorous but tender attention that made Lexi tingle and new heat bloom in her belly.
“Daddy?” Lexi licked her lips and pushed out her chest. She was rewarded by his slippery hands cupping her breasts, gently squeezing and twisting the smooth mounds. The way his fingertips slid across her nipples made Lexi bite her lip and her eyelids flutter.
“Yes, baby?” Daddy was totally focused on his girl’s body, as if trying to stare at every part of her at once. He urged her to turn around and began soaping up her shoulders, back and belly with slow, methodical strokes.
Lexi smiled and closed her eyes. “What are you doing?”
“I haven’t bathed my girl for a long time, so…I’m reacquainting myself with the experience.” Daddy pushed right up against her body, feeling so firm and strong, while his hands continued caressing and sliding over her skin, making her heart pound and her breath quicken. When he reached her belly, her eyes began to close; when he reached her thighs, Lexi reached out for one of the wall handles to stay upright; when he cupped her cunt and slid across her soft pussy lips, her knees trembled.
“Daddy!” Lexi gave a wild, unexpected shudder and grabbed the other handle for good measure.
“Sensitive this morning, are we?” Daddy’s voice was a soft, hungry growl in her ear. “Good.” One hand kept sliding over her slippery puss while the other reached around for the crack of her ass and started teasing and toying with the nerves there next. He was good at tormenting Lexi, her Daddy was. He gave a little push at her tight pucker one second, peeled her soft lips back on the next. The soap and thick bubbles still clinging to Lexi’s skin tingled as they slid downwards, sending her senses into high alert.
“Daddy… Daddy!” When Lexi said it, her voice sounded like she was weeping. Her drenched head hung down, water dripping from her chin, breathing hard and fast through her open mouth. “Mm, fuck! You’re…” She took a breath and looked at him over her shoulder. “You’re enjoying this!”
“Immensely, baby girl.” Daddy smirked at her. “But we can’t keep you dirty forever, can we?” He went down to one knee and made quick work of her legs, scrubbing her down, taking extra attention to her sensitive inner thighs, before finally standing up again. It gave Lexi time to catch her breath, giving a full-body shudder as the fiery desires in her breast lessened, for the moment—if he’d kept going, she would’ve begged him for another fuck, Lexi was sure of it.
Then Daddy took down the removable shower head, a long cylindrical thing with a rounded tip that sprayed several long, thin jets in a tight stream. After rinsing his hands clean, he began to rub and wash the suds off her skin, starting at her neck and slowly moving his way down. Daddy was just as thorough with the rinsing as he’d been with the scrubbing; his touch was gentle but firm as her neck, shoulders and chest were cleaned. His touch on her breasts, as well as the lingering spray of the jets across her nipples, made Lexi start to tremble again.
“Daddy,” she said, looking at him, urging him to look back at her.
Daddy didn’t answer as he cleaned her back.
“Daddy?”
It was the same across her ass, when he cleaned between her cheeks, rinsing her tight, little asshole clean.
“Daddy!”
He pulled the shower head away but grabbed her chin in one hand, bending in close to speak right into her ear. “Daddy’s going to get you good and clean,” he finally said, his voice low, husky and harsh. “Gonna scrub your asshole so clean it’ll squeak when I stroke it, baby. By the time I’m done, your cunt’s gonna be so swollen and slick that it’ll glisten in the sunshine all day. “
Lexi gasped for air and gave a violent shudder at his words, but she didn’t struggle or argue out of turn again, either. Daddy was starting to sound like a different man when his lust got the better of him, something that Lexi understood all too well.
Then he began to rinse her pussy clean. The strong spray across Lexi’s clit made her pull up hard on the handles, mewling loudly, shoulders quivering, toes curling. Daddy squeezed two fingers into her tender slit and pumped her hole with wet, slurping sounds. “Daddy!” she cried. “Daddy—oh fuck, fuck! You’re playing with my pussy again, Daddy!” Lexi clenched her teeth and pushed back against him, writhing her body on his, rubbing her ass with quickened, raw hunger against his cock. “You get me all clean bursa escort bayan then make me want to get dirty again, Daddy! God! Fuck, yes!”
Then Daddy surprised her: flipping the long handle in his hand, he aimed the spraying jets to her aching clit while spreading her pussy lips wide open, and the hot needles of liquid heat hit her just right.
“Daddy!!” The sensations were enough to make Lexi ready to collapse. “Holy fuck, Daddy! Daddy! Fuckfuckfuckfuck, fuckmefuckmefuckmefuck!” The jets applied a strong, intense pressure across her throbbing clitty and made her want to burst. The sensation of hot water pouring across her quim and gushing down her legs was so lewd and filthy at the same time.
Lexi came so hard she lost her grip and nearly fell, mouth opened wide, groaning hard and long while she had breath in her lungs. Daddy dropped the shower head with a loud, banging rattle as it hit the floor. He caught Lexi in his arms and helped her to the floor, cradling her in his lap, letting her shake and shudder from the power of her climax. One minute felt like an eternity while she flopped and shook atop him, squeezing him as tight as she could, tears running down her face.
Finally, the pleasure eased and Lexi could breathe normally again. “Fuck, Daddy!” she said, breathless, helpless, eyes wide. “I…fuck!”
Daddy gave a soft chuckle and kissed her head. “Yeah. Good girl.”
“I just…fuck.” Lexi could hardly form cohesive words at all, much less more than those. Resting her head against his chest for a moment, staring off into space, Lexi focused on breathing, her mind a white slate, interspersed with flashes of colored light. The water poured down over them and kept Lexi warm as her heartbeat settled and slowed, and she finally caught her breath. “Wow.”
Daddy kissed her brow. “Welcome back.”
“Yeah. I…wow.” Lexi gave a hiss and a little laugh as she slid out of Daddy’s lap. Looking into his eyes, she stared for a moment, licking her lips. “Is it always going to be this intense?”
“It could be,” he answered. “I’m certainly hoping so.”
“Me too, because…wow.” When Daddy laughed, Lexi smiled and they both managed to stand up. Shutting off the water, Lexi watched him fetch a dry towel, drying off his face first. Then Daddy, slowly and methodically, began to towel her dry.
“Daddy, I—”
“Shh. Hush, baby.” It was the only admonishment he gave, and Lexi felt very small and very pampered at the same time. She wasn’t sure if she actually squeaked by the time he’d toweled off her breasts, legs, arms and paid extra attention to the sweet flesh between her legs, but Lexi was certainly warm all over and feeling very good indeed by the time he was done. Her hair was still damp, but that was of no consequence—if they went swimming, it was just going to get wet again.
Lexi waited patiently like a good girl until he’d dried himself off, hands clasped in her lap, watching him with intent, curious eyes. She rarely got to ever observe him in such a way—she’d already seen him nude many times, but now she appreciated his tone and muscle, the way he moved under his own skin, how he made little sounds to himself while twisting this way and that. Lexi could stare unashamed at Daddy’s heavy cock, how it moved and swung slightly as he twisted about to scrub the moisture away. It made her want to take him in her mouth and suckle on it, low and slow, hoping to satisfy the ache in her belly, but she resisted.
“Now what, Daddy?” Lexi asked.
“Now,” he said, “we see to lunch, if it’s here. After that?” Daddy grinned. “I’m going to go show you off again, of course.”
—
As they left the suite, the sun was high and hot. Lexi’s belly was full and her body felt almost preternaturally alert; the breeze made her skin tingle. She turned back to watch him shut the door, feeling as if she didn’t want to take her eyes off of him for even a second. But there was an unexpected interruption: the sound of someone clearing their throat just behind them.
They both turned at the same time to find a male member of the hotel staff standing just down the walkway. His name tag read Martin. “Begging your pardon,” he said in his thick accent, “but I’ve been asked to invite you to the Oyster Bar for refreshments, please.” He pronounced it as oy-stuh bah.
“Someone invited us?” Daddy said in surprise, looking at Lexi.
“This way, please.” Martin bowed, then started walking towards the hotel.
Lexi shared a look with Daddy. “What do you think this is about?”
Daddy just shrugged. “Guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
“So mysterious,” Lexi murmured. “Does this happen often?”
“What, random invitations from strangers?”
Lexi nodded.
“Maybe,” Daddy said, his towel hanging over his wide shoulders. “I met your Mother over Jell-O shots—that was an invitation, too.”
“No way, really?”
“Really.”
“Okay, but who did the inviting? Her or you?”
Daddy escort bursa just gave an enigmatic little smile and winked at her. “She invited me.”
—
The Oyster Bar was situated beside one of the outdoor pools, so that a bartender could serve drinks to anyone who swam up and made an order. A huge fiberglass oyster stood above the bar with a shiny orb in its mouth in an imitation of a pearl—the look was just on the charming side of kitschy, Lexi thought.
There were a few submerged seats for anyone who cared to sit in front of the bar. One such swimmer sat with her back to them, drinking a mimosa from a tall, thin glass. Several more were already poured and waiting in glasses on the bar next to her. She either heard or saw them coming and turned, waving them over with a smile: it was Mia.
“Well, look who it is,” Daddy said.
Lexi had to say something. “I…just hope she wasn’t upset at my spying yesterday.” Lexi kept her voice low. She felt hot all over again, a very different heat than the late-morning sunshine: her memory was awash with memories of moonlit sand and two girls indulging in erotic pleasures together.
Lexi heard her own voice whisper: No secrets.
Then she heard Mia’s voice answering: I can’t wait to taste you again.
“I told you, honey, some people like to put on a show.” Daddy sounded calm and pleasant, even waving back. “Let’s go see why she invited us to drinks, shall we?”
Lexi squeezed his hand tight and nodded.
Martin left to handle other duties and they set their towels on a dry chair before wading into the pool. The water was even warmer than the ocean, and Lexi sank to her shoulders with a contented sigh for a moment. “I’m taking the longest, hottest bath I can stand tonight,” she said.
“Promise?” Daddy winked, then took her hand again. “Let’s not be rude, honey. C’mon.” As they crossed the pool, Daddy spoke first. “Hi there,” he said.
“Hello!” Mia said it with a smile. “So good to see you again.” She fixed her eyes on Lexi—they seemed hungry, and Lexi felt a mix of hot excitement and longing, the same way she felt whenever she looked at Daddy.
What Lexi never expected was for Mia to stand up, wade right up to her and kiss her full on the mouth. It was so sudden, so surprising that Lexi gave a slight gasp before a familiar, warm tongue slipped between her lips and a set of hands squeezed both halves of Lexi’s ass; Mia’s fingertips were cold from the drink she’d been holding, and the shocking mix of chilled fingers and hot tongue left Lexi with a rumbling tremor in her belly.
I can’t wait to taste you again.
“Good morning,” Mia whispered after breaking the kiss. She leaned back and winked. Then, as though not noticing Daddy’s bemused look, Mia licked her lips and took Lexi’s hand, pulling her towards the bar.
Lexi looked at Daddy, a warm flush in her cheeks—both sets of them. But she followed without resisting, and Daddy came behind.
Mia urged Lexi to take a seat, then she took the one next to her before taking another sip of her beverage. “Thank you for accepting my invitation. Here, darling, drink.” She handed Lexi another mimosa.
“Thank you,” Lexi said, instinctively. She took a sip. It was good.
“It’s our pleasure,” Daddy said. His earlier surprise had faded a bit, and he sounded more intrigued now. “What’s this about? Do you two know each other?”
“Before I answer that, what will you have to drink?” Lexi only now noticed that the bar was staffed by a tall, pale-skinned man in a white apron and buttoned shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “Would you care for one?” Mia motioned to the mimosas.
He shook his head. “I think I’ll have…” Daddy paused for a moment.
“On the house,” the other girl added for encouragement. “My treat.”
“Well, a spot of whiskey would be great, then.”
“Southern Comfort okay?” the bartender asked. His name tag said James.
“That’s fine.”
As Lexi drank, she licked her lips, distracted by the memory of the kiss and Mia’s embrace. Mia reached over, pressing her breasts into Lexi’s arm while patting the bar on the other side. “Please, sir, do sit down.” The touch of their skin together was electric, and Lexi had to fight to calm her breathing; she was tingling all over, remembering long kisses and tangled legs, cool breezes and Mia’s pretty face between her thighs.
Daddy shared a look with Lexi, then took the seat on her left and rubbed her back as to soothe her. A short glass of amber liquid was placed in front of him.
“Thank you, James,” Mia said, smiling at the man, who gave a polite nod before moving off.
Lexi had to admit that Mia intimidated her a little—not because she looked or acted threatening, but because she was was so casual and familiar with Lexi already. Of course, after the time they’d already spent together the previous night, it was hard to blame her.
On the other hand, Lexi was already feeling herself becoming accustomed to Mia’s presence. She was very pretty, curly hair framing her soft, brown face and those intense eyes to match. She was short, like Lexi, almost the exact height, and her smile seemed warm and welcome.