A Father’s Love

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When I woke that morning, my window was open and the thick summer breeze carried in the sunshine. Several birthday cards, all reading some form of “Happy 18th Birthday Eva!,” still lay on my beside table. I sat up and stretched my arms above my head, my small athletic body getting ready for the day. My nipples pressed against the white tank top I was wearing, clearly visible due to the thin material. I threw the blankets back, and pulled on a pair of black running shorts. As I ventured downstairs, still stretching, I realized the house was mine for a few hours. My mother was working, and my father had a meeting until noon. A bowl of fresh red apples sat on the kitchen counter, and I couldn’t resist eating one. şişli escort I sat at the kitchen table, listening to the bird songs and the radio that our neighbors had on by their pool. When I was finished, I laced up my tennis shoes and was out the door, and I started running. Ever since I hit puberty, running had always been my thing. I could run for miles and just think. Today I let my mind venture, and before I knew it I could feel the warmth between my legs and feel some of the wetness on my upper thighs. I scoped my surroundings, spotting a public but vacant playground. I turned myself and jogged over to it to further inspect. There was not a child or parent anywhere in sight, and I mecidiyeköy escort hardly ever saw anyone here on my daily run. I climbed the stairs, and lay down in the dark blue tunnel above the slide that hid me from the world. I closed my eyes and slid my hand past the waistband of my running shorts and little red thong. Man, was I wet. I slid one finger into my virgin hole and sighed deeply. As I slid the second and third finger in, I picked up my pace and my hips started moving rhythmically in sync with my hand. I slipped my left hand into my pussy as well, and started working my clit and cunt, rubbing and flicking them. It didn’t take long before I could feel my climax coming, and mecidiyeköy eskort as my orgasm came my back arched and my body convulsed in pleasure. I smiled and pulled my hands out, licking them both clean. My black running shorts would conceal the stain of my pleasure until I got home. I crawled back out of the tunnel and headed home. As I came in view of my house, I realized I had locked myself out. Sighing, I walked up to the door to think. Right as I had bent down to look for the spare, the door opened and there stood my father, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. “Out for a run?” He asked, looking at me expectantly, almost nervous of something. “Just like every morning.” I grinned back, walking through the thresh hold of my home. As I passed my father, his hand brushed my nipple. I looked down and noticed his erect penis, and I could see the porn paused on his laptop in the living room. My initial reaction was to back away, but I then realized how horny I was.