It’s an easy vow to keep, because the girls return from shopping and then go out with their friends. I’m asleep when they get home and then Karla leaves right after breakfast on Sunday morning.
Standing by her car, she hugs and kisses me goodbye. When she presses her small tits against my chest, I have my first sexual reaction to my daughter’s touch. Fuck! I’ve never been aroused when she’s hugged me before. Why does my cock have to betray me now?
“Thanks for taking such good care of Connie.” She whispers, as I shift my hips, trying to hide my growing erection.
“It’s no problem.” I say, as my mind searches for something else to think about other than my daughter’s sexy body pressing against me.
“You’ve helped a lot with the Chris thing by offering to take her to New York.” She says. “You’re the best, daddy.” She squeezes me tightly, just as I’m backing away and my hard cock inadvertently pokes her in the stomach. She looks at me quizzically for a minute and then subtly moves her stomach so my cock is trapped between us.
“I love you, daddy.” She says, breaking the embrace and getting into her car. I catch her glancing at the bulge in my pants, as I close her car door.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” I answer as she puts the car in gear and backs out of the driveway.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What was that? That was so fucking wrong! She felt my cock! She had to have felt it! And what was that little maneuver she did to shift my cock back up against my stomach? Do women just know about these things and how to avoid embarrassment? I can’t believe I got aroused when my own daughter hugged me! I’m a goddamn pervert!
I avoid the monitoring room for a few days, not trusting myself to leave the weekend footage alone. But as we get closer to our trip to New York, I want to do some editing that I think might come in handy if we run into Chris, the asshole. I edit a couple of small clips of him with Connie, using the special effects tools to obscure Connie’s identity, but leaving him completely identifiable and compromised. I download the clips to my IPOD the day before we leave.
We take the train up to New York and have a great time, talking and laughing about everything and nothing. As the train gets near to New York City, Connie tells me that she’s tried to avoid Chris around the office, but it’s difficult because she still has to work with him. He’s pretty cold towards her in meetings and seems to be going out of his way to make her look bad.
“Maybe I should just quit.” She says, sadly. “When he was trying to get in my pants, he was all about my great potential for upcoming promotions, but now it’s like I’m tainted goods.” She whispers, leaning against me with her mouth next to my ear.
“Don’t quit.” I tell her, putting my arm around her. “Not just yet. I have a feeling this is going to work out better than you think.”
“Okay.” She says, snuggling up against me. “Anyway.” She adds. “I don’t want it to spoil our evening.”
“It won’t.” I tell her, squeezing her to me and breathing in her perfume.