I was a couple of years out of college, working a job that I had little enthusiasm for, when my dad called me up and asked me if I wanted to go with him on a business trip. It was no ordinary business trip, it was a week in Rome and, if I could come, he would book us in Rome for the weekends on both ends giving us extra time there.
Well, I did have vacation time and jumped at the chance to go.
My parents were divorced when I was in college, I knew a few of the details, it's hard to keep family stuff fully secret and it seemed that my mother had an affair with her tennis instructor at their club, rather trite, I suppose, but that's what it was.
I always got along with both my parents though my dad, as happens with girls, I suppose, has always had a special place in my heart.
I gleefully accepted his offer, of course, and immediately went out and bought some new clothes to take, it would be summer and I treated myself to several light dresses and some new underwear.
I didn't think much about it at the time but I also bought two new nighties, two very sexy, brief new nighties.
I know you're way ahead of me in this story but I need to tell you a bit about my dad.
He's forty-seven and quite trim and solid. Both my parents are attractive, my dad especially. I've never figured out quite why there weren't all kinds of women chasing him around but he never seemed to date or anything. He could have had his pick, I'm sure.
He's a broker for small machine parts and has a number of companies in Italy who custom-produce for his American clients. He was meeting with three of them separately when in Rome and that left us lots of time for sightseeing.
We got there and took a cab to the hotel and checked in. Our room was a suite with two bedrooms and we each settled in putting out things away, then got back together in the living room to admire the expansive view of Rome and to decide how we would spend the rest of our Saturday.
"I know just the place for lunch, then we can take a walk around and come back here for a rest, then supper later, Italian-style," he said with a wink.
I told him that sounded good and we went down and walked to the trattoria that he'd eaten at before. He had the artichokes and I had a pizza that was somewhat different from what I was used to stateside, rather better, I thought.
Then a walk around and back to the hotel as the time change and long flight over began taking it's toll.
We got to our rooms and he closed the shades in each and went into his room for a nap. I put on one of my new nighties and looked in the mirror.
"Let's show Dad," I thought and knocked on the frame of the connecting door which was open and went in.
"Like what I bought for our trip?" I asked saucily and twirled around for him.
Now don't get the idea that I'd never teased my dad and that he'd never teased me. Ever since I began knowing there was a difference between boys and girls and men and women, I've felt a sexual pull and, sometimes, tension, between us.
"Oh, that's beautiful, sweetie.You've become quite a woman, you're just beautiful."
"Beautiful enough to have a nap with my daddy?" I asked girlishly.
"Sure, sweetie, hop in," he said as he lifted the sheet. I could see he had on his boxers as I snuggled up against him. Our arms wrapped around each other as he gave me a soft kiss which I held and pressed back against pushing his head against the pillow.
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