I woke up late on Saturday morning. The house was very quiet. I guessed that Mommy and Daddy had gone somewhere and I had the house to myself.

I stretched and rolled around in my big soft bed. It felt so good not to have to get up and go to school today. In fact there was only one thing I could think of that felt any better than this. My smile was shy and secretive when I thought about sitting on my Daddy's lap and feeling his hands rub all over my naked skin. Nothing felt better than that!

"Mmmm..." I thought, letting my hands stroke up over my tummy and my small, hard nipples. I could already feel myself getting all wet down between my legs just thinking about Daddy.

But I shook my head. I wouldn't touch myself that way - I'd wait till Daddy and I could be alone again.

Since it was late, my tummy was rumbling. There were all kinds of cereal downstairs in the pantry so I threw back the covers and climbed out of bed. Even though I was dressed in my gown and white cotton panties, I still couldn't quite shake off the thoughts of Daddy touching my bare skin - how his hands felt, how his mouth tasted, how good he always smelled. I wanted him home so badly right now! It seemed as if I always thought of him when I was alone.

Having the house to myself, I detoured. Instead of going directly downstairs, I tossed my gown off and went across the hall to my parents' bedroom. Although I was almost a teenager, I still enjoyed playing house and fantasizing and such.

Alone in their bedroom, I thought back to when I was much younger. I used to hear the funny noises they would make sometimes late at night when they thought I was asleep; that used to be so exciting to hear. But Daddy said mommy didn't do that anymore. That's why he was glad I was getting a little older now. He said he loved me best because mommy wasn't fun anymore.

It was easy to find what I was looking for. Daddy always hung his shirt, jacket and pants on the chair by the bed until mommy took them to the cleaners. They were still there now! I lifted his crisp white shirt to my nose and breathed in deeply. The aroma made me shiver! It smelled just like Daddy. His cologne was very soft and I could smell his personal scent. It made me warm all over, but especially down there, between my legs.

I put it on, imagining it still being warm like Daddy's skin. I rolled the sleeves up, so my hands were free, and I wrapped it around me, snuggling into it like Daddy's arms. I didn't bother to button it; I just held it close around me and went down the stairs.

On the way to the kitchen, I passed Daddy's study. I jumped in alarm when I heard his deep, mellow voice call out, "Susie!"

I looked in and saw him sitting there behind his desk. My eyes were wide in surprise. I was immediately aware that I was wearing his shirt. I hoped he wouldn't be mad.

"Morning, Daddy. I, er, thought you and Mom were gone."

"Obviously," he smiled, noticing my attire.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, lowering my eyes.

"It's okay, baby, just try not to get anything on it, okay? And mom has gone shopping."

"Okay, Daddy."

He was looking at me intently. I knew that look and it gave me chills. I saw his eyes look at the front of his shirt that I was wearing; it was unbuttoned, but mostly closed; allowing him only peeks within.

"Is there something else Daddy?" I asked, shrugging my shoulder just a little so the shirt would fall open further off my chest.

For a moment my heart raced. I just knew he was going to tell me to come over and climb up on his lap.

But I was very disappointed when he said, "No, sweetheart, that's all. I have a lot of paperwork to get done today."

He noticed the pout on my face and smiled, "Don't give me that look. When I'm finished this afternoon, we'll go out for ice cream, just you and me, how's that?"

That was a good thing, but it wasn't the good thing I really wanted.

"But Daddy!" I whined, just a little bit.

"You need something, baby?" he asked with a knowing smile.

I could feel myself blush. I'd never asked him for this before. I could only nod.

"What is it then? Tell me."

It was hard to say, but his commanding tone made shivers on my skin.

"I want you to touch me, Daddy; like you always do when mommy's not home." That wasn't totally true, but he and I did that a lot when she wasn't home.

He smiled, "I'm glad that you like it so much, but I really have to get this work out today. And there's no telling when your mother will be home. It could be any time now."

Seeing his eyes on me and hearing his hesitation told me that Daddy really wanted us to do things. I knew that if I turned and walked away, he would have gone back to work, but I also was sure he would rather I stay. I made a decision to find out for sure. I hurried over to him, around his desk, not caring that the movement caused the shirt to open all the way. Once I was by him, I sat down on his knees and put my arms around his neck.

"Then we better hurry!" I told him.

He laughed and hugged me briefly but then, to my surprise, he set me up on my feet again.

"Not today, baby. If you need that feeling, you can touch yourself like I taught you. If mommy came in, we could get in big trouble."

I couldn't just give up. I knew that he really didn't mean what he said. Boldly,

I climbed up on his desk in front of him; he watched me climb but didn't make any effort to stop me. Then I moved my legs; my feet balanced on his thighs. With one of my little feet, I brushed the crotch of Daddy's sweat pants. There was a big hard bulge there. I knew he didn't have his underwear on and that he was at least excited by me now.

"Mmmm..." he sighed, obviously liking what I was doing. Maybe his resolve was finally going to crack.

The feeling between my legs was becoming unbearable. I was rocking back and forth a little in time with my foot stroking Daddy's lap.

"My little girl is very horny today," Daddy said. He put a hand on each of my legs and spread them wide. Excitement was running through me then. I knew he could see the wet spot soaking through my panties. I knew that he wasn't going back to work.