A Pleasant Mistake Read Free

island of
Maldives. Grandpa had luxury suite booked at Four-Seasons. There
was scuba diving, snorkeling, three gourmet restaurants and we were
not allowed to take any laptops etc.
    Dad looked at me helplessly. I too appeared
helpless and shrugged my shoulders.
    "Beth sweetie, are you not coming?" Dad
asked in a schoolboy's voice.
    "Jamie!! (Mum called dad that when
exasperated), I need to look after dad and the horde you have
employed. Moreover, this is meant for you two high flyers to unwind
and relax." Mum rubbed dad's hair as if he was ten years old
naughty boy.
    Dad looked beaten and he smiled and kissed
mum's soft beautiful hand, "Caro sweetheart, you don't have to
agree."
    Like hell I would not, I said sweetly,
"Daddy, I am sorry you will have to put up with your boring
daughter and not your sexy wife. But you could teach me deep sea
scuba diving and I promise I would not seduce any man of my age
however handsome."
    I was surprised to see a minuscule furrowing
of dad's eyebrows- just a tiny movement. He was surprised or
annoyed or simply, dare I say jealous!
    My heart sang. Grandpa changed the subject
with a big smile on his handsome face.
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    Dad and I took our family jet first to
Berlin and then to Mali.
    Grandpa had hired a seaplane all for us. We
were at the huge suite along the beach and were booked as
Cuthberts. Daddy looked as relaxed as he always did. I was tense as
a violin string because I had to achieve what my mum thought was
necessary in four weeks. Daddy freed the 'butler' attached to our
suite but dad had to promise the man was still on our roll and we
would call him on pager when needed.
    Dad was a giant and looked bigger on that
tiny island. I used my two-piece bikini that covered my breasts and
full ass but showed my round waist with a groove between two folds
of my full waist. My full thighs ran into my full ankles. I was
simply a woman with curves. I noticed a popular model on the beach,
she was size 4, 6 or perhaps 2, and with cup 'minus A' breasts that
you had to imagine existed. She could have been a beautiful boy
with no cock. I am being mean, sorry.
    Dad was in his trademark long loose swimming
shorts. His huge frame turned heads. With him beside me I too
became centre of attraction. We strolled along the sandy beach. Our
dinner was booked at the restaurant run by an Egyptian gourmet
chef. We walked back to our suite with a private beach of our
own.
    My daddy rubbed sunscreen cream as he had
done all my life since I was a baby - I was his little girl. I
unhooked my bra and rolled over. Daddy manfully rubbed sun cream
all over my back and legs. No sexual tension what so ever. That is
the problem if you are considered intelligent and independent.
    I got up and 'forgot' to hook my bra back. I
rubbed sun cream on my dad's hairy back, legs. I pushed my hands up
his long boxers and rubbed it in as high as I could get to his
massive muscular ass cheeks.
    I prodded daddy on his back and he dutifully
rolled over. I rubbed the sun cream over his hairy arms, chest,
belly, and legs. I diligently pushed my hands up daddy's trunks to
the point acceptable.
    I looked at my dad with closed eyes lying
peacefully. I draped my body on top of dad's and rested my face on
his hairy chest. Dad's arms flew around my naked torso and we lay
there tired from long flight and jet lag. I like a stupid girl fell
asleep in my dad's arms instead of trying to seduce him.
    I woke up and saw my father's smiling face.
I smiled sleepily and kissed dad's mouth lazily.
    We both got up and went to shower. We were
ready in a short time. Ready included shorts and tee shirt for both
of us. I did not wear any bra. My full plump figure filled my
shorts and tee shirt. We went for drinks and were welcomed as 'Mrs.
and Mr. Cuthbert". Dad started to say something but I pressed his
hand and thanked quickly.
    We ordered 1964 Barolo surprising Chef who
was probably expecting us to choose from pretentious vintage
French.