I roll my nipples between a thumb and forefinger and it sends sensations through my body that are very strong, almost like I’d already been touching myself for a while now. It almost feels like I’m rubbing my clit. As I roll and pinch my nipples, I slowly back up. As I do, it adjusts my body so a jet streaming between my breasts instead moves down until it’s spraying over my navel and then lower. A quick adjustment of my hits makes the jet hit my clit directly.
I gasp and then moan, “Oh, Daddy! Yes! Daddy!” I envision a man with a nice, strong body and I imagine his hands moving over me. “Oh, Neil!” I say.
God, I wish I could envision Neil’s face!
The water at my clit in intense and I continue to make comments.
“Daddy, yes!”
“Oh, Neil, it feels so good.”
“Yes, Daddy, I’ll be your good little girl.”
“Oh God!”
When my orgasm hits, it hits me powerfully enough I almost slip on the wet tub floor. I managed to slide down until I’m sitting and while the shower covers my face and breasts with water, I thrust fingers into myself. I can’t speak but I still repeat, “Daddy! Daddy, yes!” in my head as I move my fingers hard and fast and do all I can to drive the orgasm.
Eventually, I can’t move anymore and I just lay at the bottom of the tub with the water still jetting down and driving my nipples (and therefore, my pussy) absolutely wild. I end up just remaining there until finally, the water cools down and with it, the orgasm. I end up taking a cold shower, a real shower where I actually wash up.
As I dry off and get dressed, I realize I’m still horny as hell. Maybe the cold water just reset me. Who knows? I don’t masturbate very often. I mean, I like sex but I’m rarely turned on enough to do anything about it.
I guess this Daddy thing is getting to me.
At about five forty-five, I hear a weird knocking sound. When I open the door, Sara Jean and her Daddy, Jackson are there. Jackson holds a hammer. The weird sound turned out to be him nailing a hanger in my front door. Sara Jean smiles and says, “Early Christmas Present,” as she hangs a wreathe on the hanger.
“Thanks,” I say with a laugh.
“Let’s go see your future Daddy,” she says.
“Little girl,” Jackson warns, and it turns me on. Not Jackson. It turns me on to think about a Daddy correcting me.
“Sorry,” she says. “I’ll try to be good, Daddy.”
“You are good, little girl,” he replies. “Let’s go.”
“Is he in the car?” I ask hopefully.
“Nope,” Sara says. “Your fu… Um, Neil is going to meet us at the club.”
“Okay,” I say. The nerves start but thankfully, Sara Jean sits in the back seat with me and holds my hand as her Daddy drives us to the club.