Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Stories in Carita

Actually, I've loved the beach since I was a kid. But baby, losing Mom Rani seemed to make me lose a part of my life. While Oma, although she was slang, Oma was not strong against the gust of wind. So, he never wanted to comply with my wishes on this one. But if you remember, it was I who never forced my will on him.

Arriving at Carita Beach, Daddy invited me to lunch first because the time showed it was past noon. On the road was a bit jammed because of the new year atmosphere. We wisely decided to just sit in the car while having lunch. After lunch and relaxing for a while, Daddy and I headed straight for the waterfront. It was like a dream to set foot here. I've wanted a vacation like this for a long time. The thing -- I used to think the most impossible, but now it's achieved and so much fun, I can spend it with Daddy.

"Thanks, Daddy. You are the best" I said to her while we were in the sunlight.

He turned away while smiling. "Urwell, to see you happy."

I turned to look at him with a stunned look. I don't know why, but I think it's impressed - not just for me. But I quickly threw that thought out of my brain. After all, from the beginning I prepared myself if I was considered as a substitute for my mother: His once lost chastity.

With great joy, we walked down the white sandy beach to the corner where the rocks were beautifully piled up. At that time, a strong wind made my skirt flutter and had made me focus on holding it, as if I was not wearing the interior until I was afraid my thighs were exposed. But after that, when I turned to Daddy, the grown man was already bare-chested, he took off his shirt and put it on a rock, then he took off his footwear and rolled up his jeans. When he returned to his feet, his white skin seemed to glow in the sun. Really, it's a breathless sight.

Oh, Daddy....

"Come on." He stretched out his hand, pulling me to the water, intending to take me swimming together.

How'this? I don't think I'm focused on swimming. I had trouble taking my eyes off the man. The daylight of the sun stroked his skin, looking mesmerizing. Until finally, I unconsciously bit my lips while observing the muscles of his arms, the perfect shape of his chest, as well as those that adorn his stomach. And it was stupid of me to let that man realize my reaction. Like six months ago, I was caught looking at her with passion.

"Well," he murmured. He approached me, with one arm pulling me and tightly hugging my waist, while the other hand grabbed my finger and pressed my palm against the chest of the field I admired. "Touch," he said. "Touch as much as you."

Oaaaaah. It's embarrassing, and fun at the same time. This is what I wanted to do six months ago. And this was conveyed, but it was like this: a bit embarrassing. But, still, I smiled and stroked her skin, and felt the heat of her skin under my palm. "I admire this" I murmured.

"Sama," he whispered. "I also admire your beauty."

Geez, I caught a different meaning from the way he whispered that sentence.

"If you're satisfied, can we swim?"

I'm shaking. "Will never be satisfied" I said.

He chuckled, then carried me around and twisted me until we fell into the water. And after that, he pulled me, hugged me from behind and whispered, "I miss." His embrace is getting tighter.

"I knew. I feel the same."

There is no lawfulness. Her warm lips began to caress my skin. It started from my shoulders, to my shoulders, and sank -- deep - on my neck. Very deep.

"Emm... Can this red mark be disguised?" tanyakanya.

I giggle. "Why is that?"

"Tomorrow Oma home. You know for yourself that she's mad more than the complex mother."

Huh!

"Just calm. It can be."

"Good."

"Good?"

"Em, because...."

He wants to do it again. Once more.

"If you're satisfied, can we swim?"

In the afternoon, even if only for a short while, we sat around where we are now. Side by side on the cozy beach at this amazingly gorgeous retreat, observing the beauty of the sunset against a backdrop of bright orange skies. Relaxing as if there was nothing else to do for the rest of our lives. It was as if we did not have to hurry back to Jakarta, considering the trip we had to travel was quite far.

Indeed, we didn't talk much while we were there, but we always made sure that we were in direct contact, always smiling, and clasping each other's hands. And I felt immense satisfaction and relief.

"Said.the girl should be at home before magrib. But now...?"

He kissed the back of my hand and smiled. "Unless you're with me, you have freedom."

Ew! Basic, yes, but I like it.

"Come, go home." He stood up and extended his hand to me.

I grimaced. "My feet are cramped, Daddy," I said. "Please...."

Tricks succeeded. Daddy crouched down to carry me. Just a few steps I laughed, making Daddy stop and glare at me. "You pranking? Hmm?"

I laughed again. "I'm just a prank" I said. "But I like being carried. My girlfriend is a strong man."

With a smile, he kept holding me without protest. Arriving at the parking lot, I pulled the key from his shirt pocket and pressed the open button. Daddy understood that I wanted to be dropped off in the passenger seat. And as I wished, I opened the door and he laid me there.

Eh?

Daddy lowered the back of my chair to the maximum, then he crossed my legs above me, then closed the door. "Someone wants to test my strength, right?"

I'm slack. "meaning?"

There's no answer. He kissed my lips while his hands hugged me tightly. I kissed her without shame because of her longing.

"I miss you so much" she said shortly after letting go of her kiss. His black eyes looked me deeply. His face was so close that I could see his lines clearly. "I...."

I hugged her neck and pulled her closer. "Do whatever can melt your longing."

"Aren't you going to make a fuss about this?"

"Would never be. I'm yours, Dad."

"I'm sorry, but I really want you."

"I'm yours, even since I was born."

Although my heart was certain, she would not do that to me. I know he must be in control.

Let's see, Daddy, how horrible you are.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I can't hold back my desire anymore. I want you, Kejora."

Well, Daddy opened up his shirt, my shirt too, and then he overstressed me, our skin clinging to it intimately - sharing the warmth. It feels so comfortable. His hands and lips were wild. He stroked every inch of my skin that was open, marveled at it with a touch of his fingers, then tasted my chest area again like that. *her strong gulp made all my nerves stiffen and I felt my body tremble in her tight embrace. And, I realized, she was stressing her body to me - - pressing as hard as she could. Enjoyed, yet tormented. Disman*, but withhold. He's crazy, though...

She didn't dare to*gold me, let alone open my bra and skirt. He didn't do that, even though I knew he wanted me completely.

Like I wanted it so much too. Unfortunately, time is not on our side. Not time.

One day, Daddy. One day, I will be all yours. Wait me. We'll be united....