
She didn’t understand what was going on? She just knew when she was close to her father her body tingled differently now. She tried to tease a bit, flirt with him but he was so oblivious it just frustrated her more. Last week it was leaving her panties on the kitchen floor and all he did was pick them up without a word. A few days ago she left the bathroom open as she showered knowing he had to pass by to go to work, he just closed the door.
She had been laying in bed masturbating with him on her mind, her strong, loving daddy. The only problem was the masturbation was not enough, she could not touch enough. She started getting off in his bed, his office, even one night with his shirt on to feel him closer. What was wrong with her? If he hugged her she got wet and had to rush to her room. Yesterday he walked beside her going into the store and when his hand moves gently along the small of her back she almost came with out physical touch.
Filled with embarrassment and hating what was happening to her body she started to fall into a depression. This morning she heard him leave, his footsteps, the door, the car. Sadness filling her as she climbed out of bed. She ate breakfast barely and moped around for hours. She decided she better get dressed and went into the laundry room to get the basket. I few of her fathers things were there. She held his shirt up to her face to take in his scent with a deep sigh.
As she put clothes away she hung his shirts, folded his sleeping pants, and slipped his boxers into the drawer when she noticed something. When she pulled the lacy material out of the drawer she gasped to find it was the panties she dropped in the kitchen last week. He had……..he had kept them? Mind racing in total love and lust for him she ran down to his office. She would leave the panties on his desk and wait for him to come home……yes then he would know she found them. She was so horny she had to touch. She had masturbated there before but as she lay the panties on the desk and stripped off her clothes she was already dripping. She sat back in the chair and came four times just thinking about him holding her panties, sniff them, lick them. “oh god daddy come home soon…..” she looked at the clock. She sat down on the floor pulling her legs back to her chest rocking slowly as the convulsions of her tight young pussy still echoed. She took her phone and took a selfie of herself and sent it to her father. No more waiting. “Daddy I need you to come home now please. <3″
He sat in his meeting as his phone vibrated. I partial glance was all it took for him to pop out of his chair. “Sorry family emergency, move my meetings to tomorrow.” He texted back “Be ready baby.” as he sped home. To hell with the office, she rushed down the steps and as she heard the car she waited just inside the door. As it opened she lept his arms crying as he cradled her and carried her upstairs. “Its ok baby, I understand, I didn’t know how to say it either….” They kissed as he carried her to her bed and closed the door.