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Daddy-Son Dance Chapter 2 (Part 3)
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Dad looked so delectable over dinner I could have eaten him, he'd done
his hair again, reinvigorating the messed up style that suited him so
well, so that all the way though the meal one lock kept falling across
his eye. He had touched up his lipstick, making his lips seem even
redder and more succulent and reapplied his eye shadow. I could see the
nail polish glinting beneath the candle as he delicately ate. The
candles were the only lights around, but as each table had several the
room was dim, but not so dark, the servers couldn't find their way
around. But it was dark enough to be romantic and when we were not
eating, Dad's hands were under mine as I rubbed them.
However I wasn't glad when we finished. Dad put down the dessert spoon
in his bowl and looked at me, his white teeth flashing in the
candlelight, "What would you like to do now? We could go for a walk? Or
play a game of pool in the bar?"
"I'd like to go to bed," I said, grinning back at him as I took his hands across the table, adding unnecessarily, "With you."
"Good idea," he giggled and we would stood up to leave the restaurant.
It seemed we weren't the only Dads and sons looking for an early night,
as there was a queue by the escalator. I led him to the stairs and we
took them together, his hand in mine as we walked. I hadn't asked
whether we should go to his room or mine, but his was closer and so
that's where I led us.
Inside the room I took his head in my hands and brought mine forward to
kiss him. It was slow and sensual, our mouths opening and closing
together as we melted into each other and his hands wrapped round me,
sliding over my firm buttocks. "Let's take a shower together," murmured
Dad as we broke.
"Okay," I said in agreement and began to undress. It didn't take us long
to both be naked, but there was a bit of a pause as Dad picked up my
clothes and folded them on the chair. I took advantage of this to turn
on the shower and get the right temperature so that it was ready when he
stepped into the bathroom. I got into the shower, feeling the hot water
coursing over my body. A second or two later my Dad joined me, pushing
close to me in the cramped cubicle. I reached down to his naked ass,
squeezing it as I brought him even closer for a kiss.
It had been many years since we'd shared a shower, so many I couldn't
even remember anything apart from very vague memories of him leaning
over me, washing my hair as I stood little more than half-way up his
thigh. It was different now, we were clamped together kissing hard, our
hands on each other and whilst the movement of our palms over the
other's naked flesh could have been a clean motion, it was also a lot
more sexual. Dad's small prick was against my upper thigh, as my larger
one rubbed at his stomach - neither of us was complaining.
I opened one of the complimentary shower gel bottles, turning Dad away
from me as I began to massage it into his scalp. My hard cock continued
to brush and slip against his lower back, making me feel even more
horny. "That's nice," he giggled as my fingers massaged his scalp before
moving down to clean his shoulders and smooth chest.
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Posted on : Aug 22, 2020
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