Chapter 15

It may have been the longest and most boring week of Don's life. The meetings just seemed to drone on and on. Though he tried, Don could not get the image of his daughter's almost totally exposed ass from his mind. He was an emotional wreck; he knew that it was wrong to be thinking of his daughter this way, yet try as he might, he could not help himself. Don was no prude but lusting after his own daughter was too much.

Finally, Don gave up trying to concentrate and made an excuse to come home early.

Tracy was just as excited as her father. One of her fantasies was about to come true; she was going on a real date with her father (even if he did not know that it was a "real" date). By the time her dad got home on Thursday night, she had already picked out her dress and scheduled an appointment at the beauty salon. She was going to wear a dress similar to the one her mom had worn when she went out with dad the week before. It was a short, pale yellow summer dress with shoulder straps and was cut very low in the front, exposing the top half of her breasts. The dress was so short that if she had intended on wearing thigh high nylons, the top seams would have shown.

As soon as Tracy's dad got home on Thursday night, she noticed that he was somewhat tense and would not look her in the eyes. If she were correct in her assumptions, her dad was in turmoil over his carnal thoughts. This suited her purpose just fine.

It was a long wait until Saturday night. Don played golf with Jack on Saturday morning but his mind was not on his game. He had a terrible round and lost twenty bucks to his wife's brother.

Don had made reservations at one of the family's favorite Italian restaurant on the outskirts of town. He knew that Tracy loved the food and the atmosphere. It was a place that the family had gone to many times over the years. It was a quiet and secluded little place without the fancy menu or prices. Don had a lot of fond memories of this place, in fact, he had proposed to Julie there sixteen years ago.

Don was having his second drink in the family room when Tracy came downstairs. The sight of his daughter almost took his breath away. This was after he had finally settled his nerves and began to feel like he was under control. That all went out the window.

"You like?" Tracy asked and spun around, letting her father see the tight fitting dress that hugged ever inch of her young body.

"Wow Tracy you are gorgeous," Don stuttered. "God sweetheart, when did you grow up on me?"

Tracy walked over and put her arms around her father's neck. "I didn't grow up daddy, I'm still your little girl," she said as she pressed her half exposed breasts into her father's chest and hugged him.

"Uh, we had better get going or we will be late," Don said, already feeling a stirring in his lower region.

Tracy walked out of the house holding her father's hand. When he opened the car door for her, she made it a point to sit down slowly then put one foot into the car at a time. She saw her father's eyes on her exposed thighs.

Don knew that his daughter could not be wearing panties or he would have seen them showing through her tight dress. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra either. God how was he going to get through the evening being around his half naked daughter all night he thought.

When father and daughter walked into the restaurant, there were a lot of stares from men and women. Even the waiter raised an eyebrow as he led them to a booth in the back of the restaurant. To most people it probably appeared that some rich older man was dating a young girl. They would have been even more shocked if they had known that it was a father and daughter.

Dinner was wonderful - a little pasta, a bottle of wine and a few laughs.

Don finally relaxed as he consumed a little too much wine. He even let his daughter have a couple of glasses. They talked about his work and her school. Don learned a lot about his daughter's social life. He didn't think she was interested in his boring job but she seemed to really listen to his business problems. Most of the time Don tried to avoid Tracy's beautiful eyes. Whenever he would look into them he would feel his pulse quicken. It would probably have been better if they were not sitting side by side in the small booth; the feel of Tracy's warm thigh on his was driving him mad.

Tracy, on the other hand, tried to make eye contact as much as possible (she knew the power of a sexy look). She would press her thigh to her father and occasionally touch his hand and smile her sexy smile. Whenever she had a chance, she would bend forward and let him see her half-exposed breasts. One time she even dropped her napkin and let her dad pick it up. As soon as he was under the table, she opened her legs slightly, giving him a look up her skirt. When he emerged from under the table, his face was red and he was breathing a little harder.

After dinner was over and Don had paid the bill, Tracy said, "Dad, do we have to go home right away?"

"Why no, what do you want to do sweetheart?"

"Well, you are going to think I am silly but I would love to go up to the lake and walk on the beach. It is such a beautiful warm night and there is a full moon. Can we go, please daddy?"

"Sure honey, I guess that would be okay," Don answered, feeling a tension in his stomach.

When Tracy got into the car again, she spread her legs a little wider, giving her father an even better view. She wasn't sure if he could see her pussy, but if not, it was not because he did not try.

As they drove to the lake, Tracy took her father's hand and held it in her lap. Her short dress had pulled up as she got into the car and she made no attempt to pull it down. She made sure her father's hand could feel the warm skin of her bare thighs.

Don was silent as he drove to the lake. He felt like a teenager on a date for the first time, wondering if he was going to get to kiss his date. He had to keep telling himself that his date was his own daughter.

When they arrived at the lake, Tracy directed her father to her special place.

As soon as Don parked the car, Tracy was out the door. "Come on daddy," she said bending over to take her heels off and then holding her hand out to her father. She took his hand and led him down a well-traveled trail through the woods toward the lake.

The full moon was so bright that they had no problem negotiating the trail. As they walked out of the woods, they saw the expanse of the moon lit lake; the water sparkled with a silvery sheen.

Tracy stopped and put her father's arm around her, snuggling into his shoulder. They could see the old swimming platform about fifty yards out in the water. The family had many found memories of this place.

Father and daughter stood silently, listening to the sounds of nature and looking at the beautiful star lit sky.

"It's so beautiful here," Tracy said.

"Yes it is. I never realized how beautiful the lake could be at night," Don answered holding his daughter close to his side.

"Let's walk in the water," Tracy giggled. "Come on dad, take off your shoes."

Don took off his shoes and socks and rolled up his pant legs. He wasn't exactly dressed for the lake; blue blazer, blue pin striped oxford shirt and cotton slacks. But as soon as his pant legs were rolled up, Tracy pulled him toward the water.

Tracy squealed like a little girl as she walked into the water, chasing the gentle waves.

The two then walked silently through the cool lake water, hand in hand, toes squishing in the soft sand.

"I love this lake daddy. I remember when you used to bring us up here to have picnics and swim. That was so much fun."

Don thought Tracy was lamenting that they no longer did those things. "I'm sorry Tracy, I guess work has gotten in the way of us being a family. I suppose that I haven't been a very good father in the last several years," Don said feeling very sad at the moment.

Tracy turned to her father and hugged him, her chest pressing tight to his chest. "There is no reason to be sorry daddy, I understand. You are a wonderful father," Tracy said and looked up into her father's eyes. She saw tears rolling down his cheeks.

The moonlight, the lake, the hoot of a distant owl all conspired against Don Wilson. Before he knew what was happening, his mouth was on his daughter's, their lip's pressed tightly together. When Tracy's tongue pressed on his lips it seemed so natural to let it enter. Don moaned in excitement, his whole body tingling. It was so wrong, yet he had no power to stop it. He felt his cock begin to get hard and he knew that his daughter could feel it; she moaned and pressed her hips into his.

The kiss went on for a long time; father and daughter standing on this moonlit beach, lost in passion.

Suddenly Tracy got a naughty gleam in her eyes. "I know what daddy, let's go skinny dipping," she giggled then pulled away from her surprised father and ran out of the water to a grassy picnic area.

Don stood in shock.

"Come on slow poke," Tracy said motioning for her father to join her.

Don walked out of the water slowly, his heart racing. "Tracy we can't do this," he whispered as if someone could hear them.

"Why not?" Tracy asked and turned her back to her father. "Unzip me."

"Because we will get arrested," Don said lamely.

"Come on father, no one ever comes up here at night, now help me," Tracy said almost as if she scolding a child.

Don stood behind his daughter unmoving.

Tracy waited patiently; this was a critical point she thought. She appeared calm and in control on the outside, yet her heart was racing.

She almost sighed in relief when she felt her father's fingers touch the zipper on the back of her dress.

Don's hands were shaking so bad that he had a hard time grasping the tab on the zipper. Finally, he got hold of the tab and pulled it slowly down until it reached her waist. The sound of the zipper seemed to echo on the quiet lake. Don felt like his heart was going to pound out of his chest.

Tracy stood there, still silent, her smooth back shinning in the moonlight. Her shoulder straps were the only thing that was holding the dress up. Then Tracy felt a little thrill run through her as her father placed his hands on her shoulders, over the straps. She waited, her arms at her sides, the seconds ticking by like hours.

Tracy closed her eyes and let out a sigh as her father's hands pushed the shoulder straps to the end of her shoulders. The little straps hung there for a second then fell down her arms, taking the dress off her now heaving breasts. In the next instant, the dress was laying in a heap at her feet.

Another shiver ran through Tracy's body as she stood silently, getting the nerve up to turn around. Quickly she spun around and wrapped her arms around her father neck, pressing her naked body to his. Again, Tracy brought her lips to her father's. Neither of them tried to control their moans this time.

Don held his naked daughter to him as their mouths worked together like long time lovers. He no longer cared that his daughter could feel his hard cock pushing on her stomach. Their tongues worked together like a couple of overheated teenagers.

The kiss went on for some time until Tracy finally pulled away and smiled at her father then she turned and ran down the beach toward the water. "Hurry up and get naked daddy," she yelled. "I'll meet you on the platform."