I really struggled at this point. I had to consciously fight off the urge to lean forward and suck on her perky goodness. That’s what I usually did whenever Ava sat on my lap like this; I love sucking on a woman’s nipples. And unlike what had happened at the mall, there was no table between us. I had an unobstructed close-up view. They were right there, mere inches in front of my face.
“What to you think, then? Nice… right?” she asked and put the bra in my hands.
“Yes… very nice…” I replied, still trying to swallow that lump in my throat.
I felt like I should extract myself from the situation, but I had already tied myself to the mast by insisting on supporting my daughter’s latest confidence-boosting exercise. At this point, it was too late: my body was frozen in place and I didn’t have the willpower to tear myself away now. Besides, she was sitting on me. I’d have to physically push her off.
Then, like an ice cold shower, my phone came to the rescue. It started ringing, taking my attention away from my sexy-as-hell daughter. Leaning across the couch and picking up the phone from the side table, it turned out the interrupter was my sexy-as-hell wife. Normally, I’d be annoyed being interrupted from a situation like this, but this time, I was really relieved. Now Ali would have to stop this seductive onslaught.
Problem was, she didn’t. As I picked up the phone and put it up to my ear, Ali giggled and threw her hair back, continuing her little lap dance by wiggling her butt back and forth.
“Yes?” I spoke into the phone, trying to take my attention away from the seductress.
“Hey, babe, it’s me.”
“Yeah, hey.”
“Just an update. I haven’t left yet, I’m gonna be late, did you make dinner?”
“It’s just stewing now. I’ll put some aside in the fridge for you.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
Ali arched her back and leaned forward, pressing her chest right up to my face while giggling mischievously. Meanwhile, I kept trying not to be too distracted to talk to my wife.
“Oh, by the way… I wanted to ask about next week – you got a minute to talk?”
“Yes, of course…”
“I was thinking about changing layovers…”
What followed was a completely normal conversation with my wife on one end, and on the other end, a decidedly not normal thing happening on my lap. While Ava talked about her possible plans for the coming days, I just kept going:
“…mhm… uh-huh… Well, I think whatever works best for you… yeah, so… sure, do that…”
Alisha, meanwhile, giggled and seemed to have enormous fun rubbing herself against my crotch. She ran her hands through her hair and played with it, smiling and laughing silently while teasing her father.
“You like this?” she whispered while rubbing her naked pussy against my bulge.
“Not now. Stop it.” I whispered back while trying to register what my wife was saying.
How far was she planning to take this? Did she even have a plan or was she just acting on impulse? I tried to lean over to the side, in part to get my face away from Alisha’s tempting titties, in part to move the phone farther away so that the microphone wouldn’t pick up her voice.