” I’m too sexual to sit on the sidelines, and I can only masturbate so much at home before it gets old. So I went. Instead of waiting for someone ...lse to promise to take me, I took myself. I made it an occasion, too. Black dress. Fishnet thigh highs with my prettiest garter belt. The strappy heels that give my ass that extra lift. I looked good, and I knew it. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t nervous. It must have shown on my face. The cute bouncer, who happened to be built like a truck, gave me a. .. “I've only seen his dick on cam before... I really want to see it in real life.” Then an idea popped into my head. I realized I had not yet given him a towel so I slipped inside the bathroom. I yelled over the running water, "Hey Kev I left a towel for you on the counter." And then I slipped out of the bathroom. He yelled back, "Thanks Kali! Appreciate that!" I had my first voyeuristic experience as I peeked through the door to make sure he got the towel, just as he stepped out of the shower. I look at him with a huge smile on my face, I just cant help it, I know that there is nowhere in the world that I would rather be at this moment. He smiles and I am not really sure if it is because he knows I still love him, or if it is because he is glad I am here. I tear my eyes away from his, because I just cannot stand to look at him without wearing my heart on my sleeve and I know that this just isn’t the time for that. The minutes pass and we both try to act as normal as possible, as if. I suppose this all sounds pretty perverted to the average reader. I guess it is. All I can say for my- self is that we’d been living alone together for years, and I loved my Dad. I mean that I loved him like a woman loves a man. I’d had Dad to myself for almost 9 years, and I cooked for him, did his laundry, and had become his companion, his friend. So we didn’t have the usual relationship that most fathers and daughters had. Ours was special. Any way as ran down the stairs to.