Back to the shower

You shake your head, breaking from your reverie. You rinse your hair and wash yourself, particularly your jinny and thighs, your hands lingering there a fraction longer than is strictly necessary. Stepping out of the shower you dry off with a towel already there. You glance at your boob-tube lying on the tiles. What's the point? you wonder. Daddy already has your skirt and panties. You leave it there, lying on the bathroom floor. You head back to the living room.

You hear the sound of clinking cups and Daddy's voice from the apartment's kitchen. "Coffee?"
"Ooh! yes please!"

He emerges a few minutes later, wearing only a pair of trousers, a steaming mug in each hand. He stops, staring at you as you take one of the mugs from him. You sit in one of the lounge chairs, tucking your bare legs under you. You sip appreciatively at your coffee. Daddy sits opposite you, his eyes exploring your body.
"Nice view,"
"Thanks. I didn't see any sense in covering anything up. You've already exposed it to the world and anyway, you have my clothes," you reply with a grin.
"About that. I hope I didn't...I mean you must think I'm insane. I understand if you want to leave. Shit, I understand if you want to press charges!"
You smile. "It's OK. I enjoyed it. I loved it in fact."
Daddy continues, "It's just that I like playing the dominant game. And you know how to have fun. You took everything I gave and enjoyed it. I went mad with power."

You know there should be no justification, but at no point did you really try or want him to stop. You loved it. "Don't worry about it. Like I said, I loved it. By the by, I'm Toni,"
"Alex. So how's the coffee?"
"Great. Strong, just how I like it,"
"Ha ha! You know, I think this'll go down as the best weekend of my life. And it's only Friday night,"
You pause and glance up. You bite you lip and batter your eyes. "So, I haven't got anything to do this weekend. What about you?"
Alex grins. "I had no plans. But now, I've got something to do! That is, if you want to. So: do you want to spend the rest of the weekend with me?"
You grin back, "Yes please!"

Time flies as the two of you sit there, drinking coffee and chatting. It feels perfectly natural that you're naked, neither of you feeling awkward. You learn that Alex is twenty-one and a postgraduate history student. You learn that he's caring, thoughtful, honest and caring. You learn that you genuinely like him as a person.

Each time one of you gets up and makes a new batch of coffee you end up sitting closer together. By the end of your fourth cup, your pressed together on the couch, one of his arms around your shoulders, the other holding your hand, fingers intertwined. You rest your head on his chest, hearing him breathing.