“Thank you, sir and young lady,” he said. “I see you are staying four nights. And the young lady became seventeen just yesterday. Moltes felicitats!”
He appraised Ashley and grinned at what he saw, a girl who looked young for her age, with a winsome smile and long blonde hair framing blue eyes behind large glasses. If she had a flaw, it was that she was perhaps too fit, a little too slim, her breasts on the small side from too much tennis. I blamed the tennis fixation on my ex-wife, a former college conference champion. Ashley stood tall, though, with the long legs of a future model. She smiled and lowered her eyes, saying, “Gracies,” one of her few Catalan words. It probably helped that it sounded like regular Spanish.
This would be Ashley’s first time in Barcelona – or anywhere outside the U.S. – and my second. My birthday present to her was really a wish for her to enjoy travel as much as I did. It was an even better gift for me, a chance to get to know her as well as her mom did.
The third floor room surprised me, but no complaints. As requested, I found two twin beds, along with a decent TV, minibar, and a tiny balcony overlooking La Rambla, the main pedestrian street. The surprise was the large bathroom, which was partially enclosed by curved glass. You couldn’t really see through the glass, probably due to the shape, but it was strange to have the bathroom bulging into our living space. We tossed our luggage on to our beds – I automatically took the one near the balcony.
With the sliding doors to the balcony open, city sounds filled the room.
“Dad, can I shower first?”
“Sure, honey, I’ll unpack my stuff. Take your time.”
She took a thick terry, hotel-supplied robe from a hook and carried it into the bathroom. After a couple minutes, including a quick squeal about something, I heard the low roar of a bath being drawn.
“Dad! There’s a Jacuzzi in here! And bath salts and stuff!”
I could make out an indistinct figure stepping into the tub, but no amount of squinting provided any detail through the glass, probably just as well. A tall pink blur eased low and out of sight. I heard her sigh, “Hot! Hot! Hot!”
I hung my clothes in the closet and glanced into the bathroom, but I couldn’t see her, just the reflection of a bearded forty year old who’d not slept well on the plane.
“Dad! I can’t make this stupid thing do anything! Can you fix it without looking?”
How hard could Jacuzzi controls be, even in Spanish? When I entered the bathroom, I smelled flowers, maybe lavender. Ashley had slumped low so everything but her head was obscured by foam of bubbles. Even so, my cock began to harden with the awareness of my naked daughter close enough to touch. I found the controls on a corner of the tub and studied the simple pictograms. I pushed some buttons.
All the jets came on at once and Ashley sat up suddenly. Her breasts stunned me. I hadn’t seen her in less than a bikini in years. These were not the round grapefruits of her mother, but more like our home grown peppers, soft blunt cones more long than wide, with a slight upward curve. Patches of foam clung to them. They looked totally delicious. Through the jet-swirled water, suddenly transparent, I saw her taut ab muscles . . . and the fine blonde hair of her pussy. Her lightly tanned legs stretched to the end of the tub. My cock got harder and I turned away.
“Have fun, honey,” I said, and left before I had to say anything intelligent or adjust my cock. My daughter was beautiful and sexy and wholly desirable, even beyond my frequent fantasies.
Sometime after I’d gotten into my own robe, found an English TV channel and had almost fallen asleep, Ashley came out, shyly, her robe cinched tight and a towel on her head. She announced it was my turn. No comment about her brief over-exposure, but she dared me to figure out how the shower worked without it spraying the whole bathroom like she did.
Given the warning, I turned the handheld toward the glass, then got the overhead showerhead going, a kind of rainfall. A hot shower after a long plane ride is among life’s great pleasures. I soaped and rinsed and finally stood dumbly as water cascaded over me. I turned toward the glass.
Ashley couldn’t see me clearly, I knew, but looking out from this side, I discovered I could see her just fine. Unaware that she wasn’t the same blur she saw, I guess, she had slipped off her robe and, naked, was putting her things away. She would probably put the robe back on when the water stopped. Watching her walk back and forth, her breasts pointing the way, my cock became fully hard. I stroked myself. I saw her hold up a short, sheer negligee and wondered when she could ever wear it.
God, what a tight little butt. I kept stroking. Let’s agree that masturbating is another of life’s great pleasures. The silky fine hair between her legs drew my eyes whenever she turned toward me.
Remembering the handheld on the shower, I switched it on and aimed the hard spray at my balls. It reminded me of how Ann, my ex-wife, used to rub me when she helped me masturbate. The spray splashed in sheets against the glass, making Ashley even easier to see. I wanted to come while spying on my daughter’s naked body.
Ashley looked toward the sound of the water and I flinched before remembering I was only a blur to her. I masturbated, the water beating against my balls, and Ashley walked toward me. Her breasts pressed against the glass. She grinned a wide smile and expressively formed the words, “I can see you.”
She spun a pirouette and danced away.
I let the handheld fall against the wall, stepped out of the tub and, cock aching, grabbed my robe. I held it in front of me out of modesty and walked out of the bathroom. I put an arm around her, careful not to touch a breast.
“Oh, baby, are you okay?” I asked. “I was just . . .”
“I know, Daddy,” she smiled. “I’m fine. What about you? Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Sure. Maybe we should talk.”
I turned off the shower and climbed into my robe. Ashley was lying on my bed, still naked, but with the fresh white sheet covering her from tummy to thighs. Bare breasts taunted me. I sat beside her and began, “I didn’t think you could see me through the glass. But I could see you and you’re such a pretty girl and . . .”
Ashley giggled. She tilted her head back, lips slightly apart, and breathed, “Oh, daddy. You were only jerking off, no biggie. Give me a kiss.”
I leaned low to give her a fatherly peck, but she put an arm around my neck and pulled my mouth against hers. Her mouth opened and her tongue snaked into mine. I started to resist, but her hand had already slipped through the opening in my robe and found my cock. Resistance is futile, I thought.
I took the initiative.
Only breaking our kiss for a second, I opened my robe and swung over her. My chest brushed her breasts. My knees spread her legs. My mouth covered hers and our tongues sparred for a way into the other’s mouth. Finally breaking the kiss, my lips moved down her body. I licked her nipples, sucked them. My fingers felt her wet cunt. She hummed when I rubbed her clit, a growl deep in her throat. My mouth moved down further and soon I was licking her pussy and briefly thought of the fine fuzz of a ripe peach. Her pussy lips even had the same smooth firmness, but more than that, the juice that dripped from her was actually sweet, with just a touch of salt, none of the bitterness of older women. I wondered how I had gotten into this position. I pushed my tongue in deeply and savored the flavor.
Ashley’s hands grabbed my wet hair. “Yes, Daddy, yes! Don’t stop, whatever you do, don’t stop!”
I licked her clit, sucked at it, and put a finger inside her, reaching for her g-spot. Her hips pushed back at me and I pressed my tongue hard against her clit. I massaged the inside of her slippery young cunt. Suddenly, her tennis legs squeezed my head and she squealed. I didn’t stop until the squealing trailed off and her legs relaxed.
For long seconds, I lay there with my head on her thigh, inhaling the scent of peaches in saltwater. My cock was still hard, yearning for some kind of release. I thought about whether I could masturbate in front of her, almost forgetting that was how this all started.
“Kiss me again, Daddy.”
I pulled myself back up, licking her as I went, and she shivered when I licked her nipples. My lips lingered there. I took a breast into my mouth. My tongue pushed against its firm softness. I could have sucked her for hours, but her hands urged me higher.
As I kissed her on the mouth, wondering if she got the same taste of fruit, Ashley reached between my legs and put the tip of my cock against her wet opening. She spread her legs wider. Without a thought, I pushed myself into her – slowly, but all the way in.
Her head rolled back and she sucked in a big breath as I filled her pussy. Hot showers and masturbating were fine, but this! I couldn’t imagine doing more with my little girl and I certainly didn’t want to pull out.
“Oh, Ashley . . . this is so . . . wrong.” My cock throbbed inside her, but I wasn’t moving.
“God, Daddy, your cock is so big. The biggest ever. I want you so bad. Fuck me, please. Please! You know you want to. Remember how you watched me? All naked? Didn’t you want to fuck me then?” She sounded almost greedy.
My daughter moved her hips against me, doing all the work because I was still thinking, and suddenly I couldn’t stop. I put my hands under her ass, pulling her up and arching her back, fucking her as deeply as I could. Her cunt was tight, but so wet my cock slid easily. I bent my head to her breasts and licked a nipple, sucked on it. My cock ached inside her, I should have come long ago. I changed speeds, fucking her slower and then faster, angling to slide against her clit. Spreading her legs even farther apart, my hands under her ass, I thrust as deep as I could and felt her cunt contract around me. I wondered . . .
“Honey,” I gasped, “are you going to come again?”
“Yes, Daddy, yes! I’m so close! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeeee!”
With renewed energy and an eagerness to satisfy, I fucked my girl with rapid motions, her hip bones hard against me. I kissed her on the mouth.
More than the pounding of my cock and the slap of my balls, I think my tongue fucking her mouth made her come. She gripped me hard, convulsing under me. I rushed some short, fast strokes and I knew I was about to come, too. I held it back a final few seconds and the pressure soared. My first spurt gushed into my daughter’s pussy before I could pull out. The next long stream surged across her tummy and her arm as she quickly guided my cock back inside her cunt, where I pulsed more come.
We lay there without speaking. I was breathing hard. Come leaking from her cunt tickled my balls. My stomach brushed her come-wet skin. I kept my weight off her, but my cock remained inside her pussy while it relaxed, until it finally fell out and more come trickled to the bed.
She looked up at me with her sparkling smile and blue eyes I no longer saw as innocent. I feared what she might say, accusations or scorn or a threat to tell mom, but what she said was, “Oh, Daddy, that was the best present ever, even better than I thought it would be! I love you! Can we go to the Hard Rock now?”
After the strangeness of the past hour, sure, why not? We could have tapas tomorrow.
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