Unspoken Pleasure

In the evenings, Sandi started to cuddle with her dad on the couch the way she used to. Frank's reaction was warm and encouraging. He always put his arm around her and held her close, and he didn't flinch when she laid her hand on his thigh and lightly rubbed at him with her fingertips. Sandi loved it when he ended up with a big, hard bulge in his shorts. She was dying to jerk him off again, and even more, she wanted to just pull up his shorts leg and suck it.

However, when Frank got those big, painful erections, he would just claim to be tired and go upstairs. Then he jerked himself off in his bedroom while Sandi listened to him through the door. It wasn't as if he went out of his way to make a secret out of what he was doing. His daughter could hear every moan and grunt. Her pussy would drip as she listened and she rubbed her clit in the hallway as she longed to be back in the kitchen that day when it was her hand causing her daddy's big cock to throb and spray cream in every direction.

Sandi noticed her father felt free to make as much noise pleasuring himself as he pleased, so she did the very same thing. When she made herself cum just outside his bedroom door those nights, she made sure her dad knew he wasn't alone and moaned just as loudly as he did.

Eventually, Frank started to get back to his old self again, not as quiet as he'd gotten those first two or three days after the handjob in the kitchen. This put Sandi more at ease, too, although there was a near constant ache in the core of her body. This was a brand new experience for her. There had been plenty of times in the past when her pussy simply felt empty and needed to be filled with hot, throbbing man flesh. But this feeling was different. It seemed to be centered in her pussy but went all through her body so much that it felt like it was in her mind and soul too. She didn't merely need to be filled with cock, she needed to be filled with hot, pulsating love. And instinctively, she knew the ache came from being in close proximity to the man she needed to filled by.

Sandi knew her dad was thinking of her the same way, but he was also being so decent and ethical it was starting to drive her crazy. She was all grown up, for fucks sake. Why would any man turn down a woman who knew what she wanted? She was past the point of doubting he was attracted to her plump, exaggerated curves. He'd already made it clear how much he liked her big, bouncy body. How could any kind of love be wrong when it was shared between consenting adults?noveldrama

The frustrated blonde had to admit her father probably still thought of her as his little girl. That was natural, she supposed, especially since she knew she would always think of him as her daddy no matter how much she needed his cock pounding into her hot, wet love hole. Sandi was getting so frustrated she was about to explode.

Even though they didn't talk about what was happening between them, she decided to send her daddy a clear message another way. First, she went out to a spa and got a Brazilian wax, leaving her smooth as satin from her puffy mound to her puckered asshole. She loved the way it felt. Even the act of putting on panties took on a whole new dimension.

Sandi's next move was an afternoon of shopping on her own. She found a shop that catered to plus sized ladies and bought a few items that would be guaranteed to make her daddy go crazy. Then she waited for just the right day.

Exactly a week after the kitchen handjob, there was a day that wasn't too hot for working in the attic. It was easily warm enough to work up a sweat, but not as oppressive as the previous couple of days. While Frank got started without her, Sandi got dressed for the day in her room. With her body being as big and unruly as it was, she'd never dressed that way for anyone before. She only hoped she wouldn't look ridiculous as she pulled on a stretchy pair of white booty shorts that left the lower third of each ass cheek exposed. On top, she wore the top of a scant string bikini that barely contained the full, melon-sized tits she was blessed with.

Sandi's top was so small it left a good chance for nip slips considering the hefty sway and wobble of her luscious jugs. And without panties, her shorts were nearly translucent. With a little perspiration, neither her top nor her shorts would be keeping any more secrets.

The shapely blonde felt so nervous climbing the stairs to the attic. If she didn't get the reaction she was hoping for she was going to end up feeling like a fool. Deep down she knew her dad would never allow that to happen but would it be enough to break down those nagging barriers?

By the time Sandi got to the top of the stairs and stepped into the attic she couldn't help blushing at her father's instant reaction. He did a classic double-take, as if he couldn't believe what he'd seen the first time. She'd never exposed so much of her ripe tits except for when she was naked, and she'd never purposely shown off such a prominent looking camel toe. Frank was visibly stunned as he let his eyes drift up and down his daughter's plump, nearly naked body. Sandi felt her nipples go hard as he stared at them.

"Uhh, sweetie, are you sure that's the best outfit for working up here?" he asked in a wavering voice.

"Yeah, of course, Dad. It's so hot up here. Why? Is there something wrong with it?" "Nothing, honey. It's just there's not very much to it."

Sandi giggled. "Is that a problem, Daddy?"

"No, sweetie. As long as you're comfortable," he said, looking away.

If you're loving the book, nel5s.com is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience—all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Sandi smiled to herself and they went back to work. They were down to the last few trips up and down the stairs before the attic space was completely cleared out. By the second trip back up to the attic, both dad and daughter were starting to sweat and Sandi's top and shorts were turning see-through wherever the fabric was wet. Frank tried to hide the way he kept looking at his heavily curvaceous daughter's well displayed body, but Sandi was pleased to have her daddy's eyes following her everywhere.

Every time she carried a box, she held it under her big, heavy boobs like she was resting them on a shelf. And once she started sweating a little, her nipples became visible through her skimpy top. Sweat was also beginning to seep down into her shorts, although showing herself so brazenly to her father had her growing wet in the pussy at the same time. But the best part of the day was spotting the signs of swelling in the front her dad's shorts. It made Sandi even more excited to know she could affect him that way. She felt sexy and bolder than ever.

Once the attic was empty, Sandi helped Frank carry tools and building supplies upstairs. After a few trips, they were both sweating heavily. Sandi's outfit was almost completely transparent now. She felt like she was as good as naked, which was scary and exciting at the same time. She loved the fact that her dad kept getting boners from watching her tease him. She was dying to just pull that hard meat out of his shorts and stroke him like she had the week before. But Frank still carefully avoided mentioning anything about their torrid encounter.

They say lightning doesn't strike twice, but Sandi thought the best way to get them back to where they were a week ago was to go back to the scene of crime.

"It's hot, Dad. We should take a lemonade break and get rehydrated," the sweaty beauty suggested. She was also afraid if she got too sweaty then her father wouldn't think she was appealing.

There was a tense moment of silence between them. What happened the last time they took a lemonade break had become the elephant in the room. But Sandi was giving her father a bright smile hoping to keep the moment from being too tense.

Frank looked serious, but he nodded in agreement. "You're right, sweetie. And maybe you want to change. Your outfit is soaking wet in this heat. You look ..."

"Like what, Daddy?"

"You look kind of naked," he said flatly, but that mouth-watering bulge was starting to rise in his shorts again.

"Is that something to be ashamed of? Am I too fat for you, Daddy?"

"You know damn well that's not true," he frowned seriously.

Sandi just smiled to herself and turned to head downstairs, letting her father follow from behind. She was pleased he stayed close behind to get a view of her full, gyrating ass while she went down two flights of stairs and into the kitchen. It was even more satisfying to see the bulge in his shorts look even bigger as she poured them each a cold drink. And he wasn't making any effort to try and hide the evidence.

"Daddy? Does this remind you of anything?" she asked, coyly referring to their previous lemonade break when she pulled out his cock and jacked him off all over the kitchen floor. She knew damn well he remembered just as well as she did.

"That was a mistake, sweetheart. We shouldn't have let it go that far."

"But we did," she said, stepping closer to him, letting the tips of her boobs touch his

body. "And I haven't stopped thinking about it ever since."

"Neither have I, but that doesn't make what we did okay."