Dinner with your daughter

Karina teases the door open and steps back, revealing herself to you, a broad smile on her face. She is beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. She is wearing a tight burgundy dress that hugs every curve of her lithe, athletic form, her firm but small breasts pressed closely to her chest by the support band, only revealed by a diamond window of cleavage cut into the cloth. You stand in her doorway, mouth agape. She does a spin for you, slowly stepping in a circle on black stilettos, revealing her backside to you. Her round shoulders stand straight against the back of her dress, years of gymnastics having honed them into toned clusters of muscle. Her torso tapers into a narrow waist, seemingly so small that you could wrap your hands around it and have your fingers touching, before curving back outwards again in a near-perfect hourglass shape, growing and spreading into a delicious backside that bulges against the dress, the tight-knit cotton already stretching as she turns. The hem of the dress ends just below the middle of her thigh, although it is already beginning to slide up her smooth thighs as she turns. Her legs are long and thick, solid muscle you know, from so many years of continuous exercise.

"So, what do you think?" she asks, as she completes her spin. Her hair bounces in blonde ringlets as she turns, the first time you have ever seen it done that way. Like the rest of her, it is beautiful. Your eyes dart across her body, her face, her hair, her feet, everything. She is perfect.

"Karina - you look beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. You remind me so much of your mother when she was your age - you're dredging up memories of her that I had long forgotten. I ... I am a fortunate man to be able to take you to dinner, much less call you my daughter. That dress is so pretty on you, and your hair looks wonderful. I can't believe you dressed up for me."

A creeping blush spreads across her face, accompanying her smile. She pushes her arms together, her cleavage bulging against the thin fabric of her dress, and giving you a window between her round breasts.

"Aw, thank you, daddy. You look rather handsome yourself, you know."

"Ha! I doubt you'll have to fight away suitors for me, but I am very worried I may have to do just that, for you."

Karina rolls her eyes at your joke and approaches you, stopping only a foot away. You inhale, the smell of lavender filling your nostrils like it always does when you're around her. She checks her phone and meets your gaze.

"We should go, right? I don't want to be late."

"Sure, let's go, Karina. You lead the way downstairs."

She walks past you and heads to the downstairs landing, your eyes locked onto her swaying shoulders as she moves. She is so beautiful - you are not prepared for it. After seeing her in dainty school uniforms and old pajamas, it's hard for you to adjust to the gorgeous woman walking in front of you. She is an adult now, through and through. You may not have seen it before, but you do now. An adult. A woman. A beautiful, sexy woman.

The two of you walk the handful of blocks over to the restaurant, weaving through the normal foot traffic and unruly drivers of New York, finding it settled between a bank and convenience store. You grow a little worried as you see it - the building looks rather run-down - but your fears are abated when you step into the establishment and are greeted by a well-mannered and well-dressed host. The entry is nice, with glistening granite floors and fine wood paneling on the walls. Well-dressed patrons sit at nearby tables, seeming to enjoy their experience.

"Reservation for Lev at eight," you tell them.

"Ah, the late booking. I hope you do not mind, sir, but we will seat you in the back of our restaurant. Many patrons do not prefer this area, but it does offer the most privacy. I can also seat you by the windows if you prefer."

You share a look at Karina, who shrugs.

"Either is fine - we can sit in the back."

"Very well, sir. Thank you for your patience with us. One moment, and I will guide you to your seats."

A few minutes later, you arrive at your table for the evening. It is nestled into the back of the restaurant on the second floor, well away from prying eyes and anything else for that matter, and is covered with a white table cloth and a fancy setting. The only tables nearby are empty.

You pull Karina's chair out for her, treating her like the princess she is, before taking your own seat. A broad smile lightens her face in response. The waiter places menus at each of your placements, before another brings a bottle of water and fills your glasses, both of the men moving in a well-practiced synergy.

"Have you eaten with us before, sir or madame?" the waiter asks.

"No, this is our first time here."

"We're on a date. Our first one," Karina says, throwing a wink your way.

The waiter gives you both a sage nod, before continuing. "I see, I see. Well, thank you for choosing our establishment for your date - hopefully it will live up to your expectations and provide the romantic evening you deserve. Please let me know if anything happens that would make you feel otherwise."

"Sure, thank you," you say.

"Our first date, eh?" you ask after the waiter leaves.

Karina giggles and blows you a kiss in the dim light. You feel something bump into your shoe - her foot, and begin to rub up and down your shin.

"We're on a date, right?" she purrs.

You gulp. The images you attempted to block out in the shower flood back into your mind. The crotch of her shorts, her full labia bulging against it from beneath. Her clit, forcing against the sheer white panties she wears beneath her school skirt. Her ass, firm and round, in her dress as she turns before you. Your cock twitches in your pants, already growing excited despite your best efforts to quiet it.

Karina looks over the menu while the waiter leaves, promising to come back in a few minutes to take your order. You pick it up as well, glancing down the seven-item selection and nearly fainting at the prices. You saw the menu online, but now it was so obvious in front of you. You will have to work extra at the Rice Room to make up for this. Perhaps Ivan will let you pick up some other odd jobs.

"What should we get, daddy?" Karina asks you, her innocent voice at odds with the foot flirting with your leg underneath the table. A flickering candle on the table casts shadows on her face, the faint illumination of the overhead lights being no help for lighting the romantic vista. A dark shadow is drawn between her breasts, that little window into her dress trapping the darkness within it, the call of the void drawing your eyes there and begging for your touch.

"I am thinking about the pasta with veal. What about you?" you ask, finally pulling your eyes away from her bulging cleavage.

"I don't know what most of these are - I guess I'll get what you get. Is that alright?"

You take Karina's hand in your own, pulling it across the table, and looking into her eyes. They stare back at you, the perfect shade of autumn leaves, inviting you to come and lay within them. "Karina, you can get whatever you want. This night is for you."

She blushes again but says nothing. The redness on her chest is barely visible in the dim light, but you see it nonetheless. Your own anxiety feels palpable in the air, the sensation of her skin on your skin filling your mind with alluring ideas, the feeling of her foot dancing up and down your shin pumping blood throughout your body in a steady rhythm.

"So, tell me about school," you say, eager to put your time together to good use.

She is glad to talk - and continue caressing you. Karina tells you about her school, her teachers, and her classes. She tells you about her friends, about Mia, Mia's mom, and the most recent drunken episode she had. You ask about Star Bucks, and Karina nods in response - Mia was working there to pay for her mom's lawyer fees. You wish you could help, but you can't. You are barely getting by on your own. You ask about Karina's exams, college, and what she wants to do. She answers in turn, explaining how much she has been studying, the colleges she has applied for and those she still wants to tour, and her dream to be an engineer, like you.

"Engineering? What kind do you want to do?" you ask, suddenly even more curious.

"I'm not sure yet. I want to learn how to make things. How to design and build them. I think it would be fun."

"It is - I've been doing it for a while you know."

"Daddy, what exactly do you do at work? I know you work for SlidingTech, but I don't really know anything else. I feel like I have been talking nonstop, and you haven't been able to say anything. I'm sorry... I can't help it, there is just so much I want to tell you."

"Don't worry, Karina, I am eager to hear everything. I am a Lead Systems Engineer. I keep the servers running, and the processes flowing, and basically, make sure that things don't break when they're not supposed to."

"Oh, wow! I had no idea. That sounds really important. Is that why you work so late?"

"I don't work late there. I leave at five, and I work at the Rice Room with your uncle, Ivan. I bar tend and do errands for him."

"You have two jobs? I had no idea. I always thought you worked because you wanted to...That's... horrible."

She sits in silence for some time, her guilt obvious on her face despite your best attempts to console her, before you are interrupted by the waiter. He takes your order, leaving you two alone again.

"You shouldn't have to work that hard. One day, after I graduate, I will take care of you and mom."

You chuckle at her innocence, but you appreciate the gesture. Despite any reservations you have about your newly budding relationship, you cannot deny that your daughter loves you. Truly loves you.

"Don't worry about us, Karina. We will be fine. Worry about yourself - you are a beautiful, smart, young woman, and many men will try to take advantage of you. You have to be wary of those around you. I don't want you to get hurt."

"I know, dad, I know. It's no news to me."

Sadness lingered in her voice, as though she was no stranger to the future harassment you knew she would receive, triggering your father senses with the sound of pealing bells.

"Karina," you say, taking her hand again. "You know you can tell me anything, right? I will love you no matter what."

She starts to speak, but her words are lost in an audible gulp, before she meets your eyes. They glisten in the flickering candlelight, and you don't think it is from the smoke of the wick.

"I know, dad. I know."

She manages to steer the conversation back to school, and before long your food arrives. You eat in rapturous silence, both of you enjoying the fine dining, until nothing remains on your plates except sauces and garnish. The lingering smell fills the air, only combated by the scent of lavender that follows your daughter like a lost puppy.

"That was delicious," she sighs, as she sets her fork down and leans back into her chair.

"I'm glad we came here," you say. "It's been so long since I've been able to take you or your mother anywhere. I wish I could do it more often."

"Mom wouldn't want to come," Karina says with an eye roll. "I know how she is. She treats you like shit -"

"Language!" you insert.

"Sorry, dad. But I see how she acts towards you. It's wrong. She is your wife - she is supposed to love you. Or be nice, at least."

Your heart aches. How long had your wife's treatment of you been noticed by your daughter? What feelings does she harbor because of it?

"Your mother... she is very special. She was different, once. Lovely, as you are now. I don't know. I think she regrets coming to America."

"It doesn't matter. She's here now, with us, and she needs to get over it. To be a wife to you. You deserve a woman to come home to, someone to take care of you as you take care of them... Not whatever she is doing."

Karina's words struck too close to home, and a faint tear fell down your cheek. You wipe it away with your napkin before Karina notices.

"Daddy, I would understand if you need to find another partner. Someone that treats you better. You deserve that."

"No, dear, I won't do that. I love your mother, and I will not give up on her. I can't let our family be split apart like that. It would be far worse to be alone than how we are now."

"She doesn't deserve you. And you won't be alone. You always will have me."

A pouting expression fills Karina's face, at odds with her serious tone. Still, you can hardly argue with her. Nadia is neither nice nor sweet to you.

The waiter enters the room, carrying a plate laden with a large slice of chocolate cake, some mints, and two spoons. He sets it between you and Karina with a bow, before stepping away.

"Cake? We did not order any," you begin, but the waiter stops you.

"Courtesy of the chef, for your beautiful date. He says he has seldom seen such a beauty, and he feels she deserves a treat."

Karina giggles as the waiter walks away, already digging into the cake with her spoon. She eats it slowly, savoring each bite of the rich, airy food. A moan escapes her lips as she enjoys it, another spoon entering her mouth.

You sit, frozen, watching her. The scent of lavender, the sight of your daughter blushing and glistening in the faint light, and the sounds of her hungry moans fill your senses. It is too much. Too sensual. The crotch of her shorts. The hem of her panties. The curve of her ass, gripped tightly by her dress, begging to be touched. Your cock rages in your pants, nine inches stretching against the worn fabric and tapping against the table from beneath.

You do manage to join Karina in eating the cake, and before long it is gone. Then the mints. Like the food, it was delicious. The waiter returns, clearing that last plate, and offering you the bill. Your eyes bulge as you scan the total. Maybe two shifts at Ivan's will be needed.

"Is everything alright, daddy?" Karina asks from beside you.

You smile back at her, wiping sweat off of your forehead with your napkin.

"Yes, dear, everything is fine. Just give me a second."

You give the waiter your card, and he disappears into a nearby alcove. He returns with the receipt, which you sign. You help Karina out of her chair and walk out of the restaurant, arm in arm, giggling and laughing like two lovers, headed home. It's dark outside, the sun having gone down sometime during dinner. Streetlights illuminate the path back home.

"Thank you for taking me to dinner," she says. "I had a lot of fun with you. We should go on another date soon, but maybe one that is a little cheaper. I don't want our time together to ever feel like a burden..."

"And miss the sight of you in this resplendent dress? How could I do that to myself!" you tease.

She blushes at your comment, and you begin to feel you overstepped when her arm slips from yours. However, instead of moving away, Karina moves closer. She pulls your arm around her shoulders and leans into your chest, resting her own hand in your pocket as you walk.

"I hoped you would like it. I picked it for you."

"Well, I do. You look very beautiful. Inside and out."

"Beautiful? Nothing else?"

"Well, you certainly look other things, but they're not appropriate for a father to say."

"I want to know. You're damaging my self-confidence dad. You better tell me or I'll have daddy issues and marry a guy with a motorcycle."

"Fine, fine," you laugh. "You look beautiful. You look grown. You look like a woman, a sexy, beautiful woman. That's why I am lucky to be here with you."

She giggles and snuggles further into your shoulder. The moon shines down from above, white moonlight intertwining with the street lamps looking down from overhead, creating a surreal twilight along that New York street.

"You really are handsome, you know," she murmurs, barely audible.

"What's that?" you say.

"You really are handsome, you know!" she says much louder, turning her head to meet yours in exasperation. Your eyes lock, and you realize your faces are only inches apart. Time pauses, and your heart thunders in your chest. Her eyes glisten, the twilight shining within them. Her skin yearns to be touched, calling you in. Her breath caresses your face, the scent of chocolate and mint mixing with the lavender of her hair. Her eyes drift closed, her lips puckering, as she leans into your chest. You lose control of yourself - your mind drifting into another realm, another world, where this is not happening. But it is happening, and your body wants it. You want it, you realize. Karina wants it. You are unable to hear anything, the blood surging through your body and drowning out the sound of all else. The people walking around you turn into black shadows, non existing in this new world you are entranced in. Her breasts bulge against you, the support band of her dress doing little to hide the warm, lissome flesh beneath. It is too much. Too enticing. You lean in, scared at what may happen but unable to stop, meeting her, your aged lips brushing against hers, smooth and full. She kisses you, and you kiss her back. The kiss lingers, longer than it should, and you know it is not the kiss of a father and daughter. You pull away, Karina still leaning against you with her eyes closed and lips out.

"I...um..." your world catches up with the moment you find yourself in, and you feel shame. Shame that you took advantage of your daughter, only an hour after warning her of other men. Shame that you had ruined your relationship with her, for how could you ever go back? Shame. Unbridled, all-consuming shame. "I'm sorry, Karina. Despite my feelings towards you, your beauty, and whatever else, I should not have done that. I am your father. I am sorry, please forgive me -"

She grabs your neck, pulling you back in. Her lips land on yours, no longer gentle and explorative, now eager and hungry. She kisses you again, forcefully, morphing her lips from one forbidden kiss to another. You are drawn into her, unwilling or unable to escape, sucked back into the tantalizing realm she is creating around you. Your hands drift to her waist, wrapping around them and pulling her into you. Her breasts press harder into your chest, her nipples crystallizing against your chest. Your fingers dance along the crest of her magnificent ass, eager to dip only an inch or two lower and already trying. Your cock hardens in your slacks, engorging at the pleasure coursing through your veins, until it begins to push against her abdomen. Her kiss stops. Her eyes blink open. She pulls away, leaving you speechless and horrified at what you had done.

"Sorry, dad. I realized that this is not inappropriate for where we are."

Passersby eye you casually, caring but not caring about what is happening between you. You ignore them. You kissed your daughter! And worse, she kissed you back. Kissed you with a hunger that echoes in your mind like a broken record, a hallmark of times gone. Kissed you like a lover. And you responded in kind. Confusion, shame, and lust course through you.

"Let's go," Karina says, looping her arm back through yours and dragging you home. "That was nice," she says, as you walk. "I've never kissed a boy before."

"Oh my," you murmur. "Not only have I kissed my daughter, but I have stolen her first kiss, too."

"Har har, dad, I can hear you. I wouldn't have done it if I didn't want to. You didn't like it? It felt so natural, after our dinner. Like it was exactly what I needed to do. As if the universe was guiding me to do it. I don't regret it."

"I... Yes, Karina, I did like it. And that scares me. What kind of father kisses his own daughter that way and likes it?"

"Mine, apparently," she says, smiling at you.

The dilapidated brownstone appears before you, and you both find yourself in front of your door. You unlock the door, following Karina inside. She heads upstairs with you closely on her heels, leaving you in the unfortunate position of being eye level with her ass. Fuck, this night could not get any harder. It bounces in front of your eyes, pushing and pulling against her tight dress as if eager to break free, as though it has a mind of its own. Your eyes are transfixed on it, watching her as she walks, until you find yourself standing behind her on the landing, beside her door.

"Want to come inside and hang out?" she asks. A simple question, but one you knew was not simple for you.