Since I was ten, I have went with my father on some business trips whenever I was not in school. Mom didn't like to travel so she would stay home.

When I started puberty is when I think my relationship with my dad started to grow. Obviously at first I didn't have a clue about sex or anything. But gradually I learned.

As I developed, boobs started growing, my body gained curves, and my butt stopped being flat, I would catch my dad stealing glances of me.

I always thought it was because he didn't have a real sexual relationship with my mother since he traveled a lot and she worked a lot too. But I learned soon after my 14th birthday that dad wanted more than just to look at me.

I had sex with a boy from school a few days after my 14th. As I learned more about sex and my own sexuality, I started to realize that my own dad was sexually attracted to me. Oddly enough, I was not at all weirded out or anything. In fact it made me excited to think about.

I went with dad on a trip that summer, a couple of months after turning 14. We were in the hotel room and dad was in the shower when I decided to see just how far daddy would be willing to go with his daughter. Honestly, I was nervous, but I knew he wanted it and I wanted it too.

As he came out of the shower, I slipped past him with just his towel on and brushed his cock as I passed.

I intentionally left my towel on the bed and my clothes were left in my bag. I got in the shower and planned my exit strategy. When the time came I cracked the door open, trying to pretend to be innocent, and asked if my daddy would bring me the towel. He did, of course, and I allowed to door to be open just enough for him to see the side of my nake body.

I dried myself and slipped the towel around myself in a loose fashion. I stepped out of the bathroom and over to my bag. The towel didn't hide much. And I turned my back to my dad as I bent over, digging through my bag. He only had on some pajama pants and his growing erection was obvious.

As I stood back up, the towel loosened and almost fell off. I knew the next time I made a sudden move again, the towel would drop. So, I moved over in front of my dad and reached up pretending to adjust my wet hair bun. As I did so, the towel slipped off and landed on the floor. My dad stared at me and I pretended to be surprised but too schocked to move. He jumped off the bed and grabbed the towel.

He started to hand it too me but couldn't help himself as he caressed my body. I dropped the towel to the floor again. And reach down his pants, grabbing ahold of his rock hard penis. That was the end of holding back for either of us.

Two hours later we lay on the bed side by side breathing heavy and sweaty. I wiped a stream of his cum off my cheek and licked it off my finger.

Since that day, every business trip that I can go on is a fuck fest.