Stunned silence

You pause and turn around. Nervous, anxious, and excited to hear what he has to say about your look and outfit. As the silence draws on you blush, losing some of the confidence you had before and letting your new eyes study your father in a new way.

You see his short kept hair slightly disheveled from a day outside. Small streaks of grey starting to appear in his dirty blond hair. He's fairly square jaw hanging low in silence. The fabric of his golf shirt is lightly stressed across his chest and you see his arms in a new light, appreciating the size of his biceps. The fresh tan from a day outside only making them look better. You swear that there's a bulge you've never noticed before in his pants, but it's hard to tell through the pattern set on them.

A light bulb goes off for you thinking of the perfect way to move this along. You turn back around and steadying your new voice as best as you can, you ask "mind zipping me up?" Smirking to yourself knowing that he's probably distracted even more with this angle.

He slowly approaches you from behind, you can hear his heavy breathing increase the closer her gets. One hand touches you just above the waist as the other grabs hold of the zipper. Slowly pulling up he seems to be savouring every second of it. Once done you turn around looking up at his eyes. You notice them straining not to look down. Not to get lost in the avalanche of cleavage almost spilling out of your dress. Every part of your outfit was designed for him to look there and he's struggling not to. Thinking of what to say next, he finally speaks up, "David.... you look beautiful."

Giggling, you reply "I know, and thank you for your help in putting it together."

Stepping back he looks you up and down and quips "you do clean up very nicely, your mother certainly had good taste." Pausing briefly to stare a bit longer he looks back into your eyes stating "I've got to get ready now, shower and pack. There's a bottle champagne open on the counter downstairs. I felt like some **** could help start the night."

"Thanks Da... I mean Henry, I should probably get used to calling you that for the night" you chuckle.

"Right and your name for the night is?"

With everything you've thought of this week, hair, clothes, make-up, how to act, some how devising a new name wasn't one of them. "Um. I guess... Jessica!" remembering that you've always enjoyed that name, and definitely far enough away from David to not be any slip ups.

"Ok, Jess." Quickly adopting a familiar nickname "I'll be down in 20, the car will be here shortly after, enjoy a drink and we'll then enjoy our night."

Happy with that, you grab your strappy heels and your overnight bag and proceed to head out the room. You pause briefly at the doorway, noticing Henry start to pull his shirt off while he walks towards the bathroom you had your life shattering orgasm in. You always knew your dad was fit, it's one of the reason that it seemed odd that he didn't date after your mother died. You knew other mothers in the neighbourhood had lusted after him a bit when your mother was around, and a few of the divorcees definitely took a shot when she was gone. Seeing him in your new body, you understood why all of those women wanted him. Seeing just the muscles in his back sent a new feeling about your dad course through you, you knew he could handle a body like yours.

Conflicted, your old mind was telling you to leave, the new one was telling you to stay for as much of the show as you could. You had seen your dad shirtless many times, at the beach, by the pool, sometimes in the gym, but now it somehow looked better than all of those times combined. He discarded the shirt onto the bed and then paused. You follow his eyes and go rigid.

The dildo.

Still left where you had thrown it down on the nigh table beside the bed, it's thick veiny presence instantly filling the air with tension. With your eyes darting back to him, you see his lips move into a smirk.

Bolting out the room before he can say something you head to the kitchen to see a half empty glass of champagne and a full copy beside it. You quickly down it, never having had much before, you find the taste enjoyable. You had thought the few celebrations where your dad had let you have a glass to be a bit dry and sweet, now your taste buds seemed to want it to be sweeter, but enjoying the taste thoroughly.

Finishing up another glass, taking your time as you don't know the limits of your new body, you try your best to push any previous thoughts about your attractive father and how easily he could toss you around a bedroom out of your mind. Finally hearing footsteps you see your date descend the stairs in a very nice black suit with a white shirt and black tie with a light gold patterning to it. He drops his duplicate style overnight bag beside yours and comes to stand beside you.

Placing one hand on your exposed upper back he reaches across you, coming inches away from your breasts, he grabs the half empty glass from before and quickly takes a few sips. He puts it back down looking you he smiles, "the car is here when you're ready."

You stare back into his eyes and lightly whisper out "Ready."

Putting on your heels, Henry (you remind yourself), grabs both bags and leads you out the door to an awaiting limo. Handing the bags to the chauffeur he lets you slide into the open door first, quickly following suit to sit beside you.

As the car begins to drive away from your house into the 30 minute drive downtown to the hotel, you see your father raise the partition and turn to you. "You know, there's actually something I wanted to tell you as we begin our night."

(Author note: Thank you to anyone reading this, this is my first time trying to write any erotica. Any comments or criticisms are welcomed. The path here is going to diverge into two routes, one being a bit more romantic and build-up, the other much, much quicker to the action if anyone has any preferences they'd like to see more, please let me know)