[Note: Continued from the Thanksgiving Day story, Very Thankful]

 

“Do you remember what happened last night?” I asked her as we were getting dressed in the morning.

“Yes,” she said.  She slipped one leg and then the other into her pink thong panties.

“Everything?”

“What are you talking about?  We went out for Thanksgiving dinner and then we came back to the hotel.”

“Right.  And then what happened?”

“We went to bed.”

“That’s all you remember?”

Now she was getting agitated with my questions and feeling at a disadvantage.

“Why don’t you tell me,” she said as she adjusted her bra.

“We came home.  You were more intoxicated than I thought.  I guess those after dinner drinks were strong.”

“They were.  But I wasn’t drunk.”

“To hell you weren’t.  You barely got up the one flight of stairs to the room.”

“Pshaw,” she scoffed.

“And then we got in here and you quickly got naked.”

“Nothing unusual there.”

“And you were lying on the bed fondling and fingering yourself, begging me to have you.”

“Nothing out of the ordinary,” she said, now buttoning up her blouse.

“But I said, ‘Lo, I think you had too much to drink.  I don’t think you can consent.’”

“And?”

“Well, if you don’t remember, then I was right.”

“I’m just seeing if your recollection is the same as mine.”

“Yeah, sure.  Anyhow, you were very insistent and very horny.”

“Did you want me?”

“Of course!  I always want you.”

“Did you have me?”

“Keep listening and I’ll tell you.  I again declined your offer, saying you were too inebriated, but you were your usual demanding self.  To stall for time and to get ready for bed, I told you to wait for me while I brushed my teeth.  When I came out of the bathroom, I found you asleep, naked on the bed, face down, ass up.  I was naked at this point too and I got next to you.”

“Were you hard, Daddy?”

“Yes I was hard.”

“For me?”

“Don’t go getting yourself all excited and wet.  We have a brunch date to get to.”

She pouted, sat on the chair and put her hand down her shorts.  “Go on,” she said.

“I was next to you and you made a half-hearted attempt to grab my cock.  You whispered, ‘Have me,’ before falling back into a slumber.  I grabbed the moisturizing lotion from the nightstand, slathered it over my cock.  I had every intention of jacking off to your naked body.”

Now she was rapidly fingering herself under her shorts and panties.

“I like where this is going,” she said.

“I began to do that, but you looked so good that I wanted to kiss you.  I got on top of you.  You were still face down, so I began lightly kissing your back, shoulders, and neck.  As I was positioned over you like that, my cock found its way between your round ass cheeks.  It was all lubricated and so I began sliding it back and forth, swiping it like a charge card through your tight buttocks.  You hardly moved.  I continued until I couldn’t take it anymore and I came on your back.”

As I told her this confession, she came, squirting through her panties and shorts, dripping down her thighs onto the carpeted floor.  I got a towel for her.

“That was hot, Daddy,” she said as I, on my knees, wiped her up from her feet to her crotch.

“I had to clean you up with a warm, wet washcloth last night, much like I’m doing now.”

“You’re so good to me, Daddy,” she said as she slipped out of her clothes and into the shower where she went at it again, self-stimulating in the steamy mist.

When she got out, she sat naked on the bed and put on her sexy tank-top T-shirt.  She reached over to the nightstand where she picked up the pack of cards that was sitting on it.  She had brought it with her on vacation.  Was she hoping to get a fun game of strip poker going?  I don’t know.  She pulled out the Ace of Spades and held it between her legs.  She looked up at me with her mischievous smile and a glimmer of wickedness in her eyes and said, “You know what day it is today, Daddy?”

“No, Lo, I don’t,” I said, wondering where she was going with this.

“Black Friday.”